#but i REALLY fell into it with inception

[m00nh1gh]

INCEPTION

Felix x reader

Having a hot coworker is definitely not easy, especially when you're left alone with him to close.

Contains: Oral (m receiving), sub! Felix.

Word count: 2.1k.

Felix is the one coworker you don't really talk to and that's because you can't concentrate when he talks; you feel your pussy throbbing everytime you hear his deep voice and that stops you from trying to be friends with him.

You both work in a restaurant; you are a waitress and he is a cook. Naturally, you have to communicate to get the job done, but nothing else is exchanged between you two except for commands. Maybe that saddens you a little, but you know it's for your well-being. If you ever got too close to him, you don't know what you'd do.

"Y/n, I have an important appointment tonight, so I can't close with you. Felix will replace me," Jisung announced, showing you his car keys as he speed walked toward the doors of the restaurant.

Fuck.

"Yeah, alright. You better not be lying!" You threatened as you placed the last glass of cola from your tray in front of a kid, looking back at your coworker that was already halfway through the door.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," he winked at you before waving and walking away before you could even respond. You sighed and shook your head before smiling at the family you were serving and then you went back behind the counter to look in the kitchen.

Only Felix was there, as it was getting late and an hour before the restaurant closes, there's usually only one cook and one waiter running it. You quickly looked away when he turned his head to you and you felt your face burning. He had just dyed his hair blue and he was way cuter than usual like that.

Only one hour and then I can just go home. One hour. I can do it.

You nodded to yourself before grabbing a towel and washing products to go and clean the empty tables. After all, there was really nothing else to do and as much as you liked the idea of being alone with Felix, you also despised it. You certainly didn't wanna get horny here.

The one hour left felt like a whole shift, not having Jisung with you as usual felt lonely and you missed his loud personality. You kept giving glances at the boy in the kitchen and would immediately walk away or go back to what you were doing when he'd catch you staring, mentally cursing at yourself for looking so creepy. Fortunately, there were only five minutes left to your shift and you had successfully avoided talking to Felix.

That was, until he walked out of the kitchen without his apron and cap, only wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. His hair fell beautifully in front of his eyes and you had the urge to just eat it. Wait… What?

"Oh, you still here? You're so silent that I thought you went home," his low chuckle sent shivers throughout your whole body.

"Ah, no, I'm still here. After all, I have the keys and I don't wanna lock you in here," you played with a strand of your own hair as you stood back up from the chair you were using.

"That's a relief, I was actually searching for help with something in the kitchen. Could you help me with it?

- Yeah, of course," you followed him behind the counter and to the kitchen until you both stopped in front of the oven.

"It's gonna sound dumb, but I dropped my earring under the oven and I can't take it out. I figured that since you have smaller arms than mine, maybe you could get it out?" He actually looked embarrassed and you smiled, feeling empathic for the poor boy.

"Sure, I got it," don't think dirty, Y/n.

You hesitated before going almost flat on the floor to look under the oven. You saw from the corner of your eye that Felix also crouched next to you and with the help of the flashlight from his cellphone, you quickly found the silver jewelry he was talking about. You stuck your tongue out in concentration as you reached for it and you excitedly smiled at Felix when you took ahold of the earring, earning a grin from him that made you want to squeeze his cheeks.

"Here," you hung the earring between the both of you, finally making direct eye contact with him.

He's so close to me, fuck. His lips look so soft too…

You looked back up to his eyes and you nervously laughed to try and get the tension out of the room. Unfortunately, that certainly didn't work, but Felix still grabbed his earring and you both stood back up, avoiding each other's gaze.

"Thanks, you're really a life saver," well, maybe you were the only one avoiding his gaze. He was full on trying to meet your eyes, but you only looked around the room.

"Yeah, no problem.

- Y/n, you alright?

- Me? Yes of course!" You finally looked at him and your cheeks probably turned red. He caught it and he smirked, shoving the earring in a pocket of his jeans.

"You seriously gotta stop avoiding me, we're literally face to face.

- I'm not avoiding you?

- Yes, you are. You know it's obvious that you have a massive crush on me, right?"

You didn't answer to that, way too shocked about his revelation.

I'm obvious?

"So, you wanna take your chance or not? I even dyed my hair blue because I know it's your favorite color.

- How'd you know?

- Jisung told me," he shrugged and went closer to you, but still stopped at a decent distance to make sure you're comfortable and have a way out if you really felt like leaving.

"Fucking Jisung," you cursed as you looked at the floor, thinking about what you should do.

Maybe I should give it a try. But is he into me too? Or is he just messing with me?

"How do I know that you're not making fun of me right now?

- Ask fucking Jisung."

Fucking Jisung.

"No, I don't wanna ask him. Are you for real or not?" You asked again, suddenly feeling more anxious than before.

"I am, Y/n. I genuinely like you, even if we never really talked before. You're really cute and the way Jisung talks about you makes me really interestedin you. And I can't neglect the fact that your uniform looks really good on your body," he slowly looked you up and down before going back up to your eyes.

"So can I see your body?

- Here?

- Yes, here.

- That's so hot," you were the one approaching him this time, almost breaking the distance between your lips just as his back met the counter.

"So, are you going to take your chance or not?" You repeated his words before lifting a hand to place it on his cheek.

It surprised you how fast he melted against your touch, almost looking like a cat and he looked as if all dominance he had over you had completely disappeared. He nodded at you before smiling at you sweetly and you couldn't help but to smile back at him.

"Okay, let's do it."

Holy shit. Holy shit I didn't think this would happen.

He took a deep breath as you lifted your hands to unbutton his shirt, placing his hands on both sides of himself on the counter. Once you finished, you opened the shirt more to see his chest. He had lots of freckles on his face, so it was no surprise to see them on his collarbones, down to his torso. You dragged your finger across them softly and Felix only watched with big, almost innocent eyes.

"How can you go from all confident to this in such little time?" You asked as you now traveled your hands on his whole body.

"It's the effect you have on me," you could almost see his heart beating, as much as you felt it against you.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?

- Please kiss me," it almost sounded like a beg and you chuckled at that.

You looked up at him and slowly but surely closed the distance between the both of you. His lips were so soft, just as much as the way they moved against yours. One of his hands found its way to your waist and he pulled you closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck for better proximity.

In no time you had your shirt off and were only left in your bra and pants. Felix's hand went up and down your side as you kept making out with the tongue now, your own hand went down to his pants, lightly squeezing at his growing erection.

"I've only kissed you and you're already bricked up?" He whimpered when you touched him and you smiled, pressing kisses down to his neck. "You're pretty vocal too. It's good that we're the only people here.

- What, don't want them to know you make me feel that way?

- No, I'm the only one who can hear you," you went back to kissing him on the lips, shutting the both of you up for a couple more seconds.

It felt weird to be the dominant one in a situation like this. Did you like it, though? Absolutely. Especially the fact that this was Felix being all cute and flustered by you made you want more of him and you were very willing to make his mind go blank.

As you started pinching his nipples, he whimpered against your lips and his hips bucked up to meet your thigh, making your free hand palm him through his pants. You saw how hard his eyes were closed when you kissed his jaw and it only encouraged you to kiss lower and lower on his body until you dropped to your knees in front of him.

Looking up to him, you held his hips in place against the counter.

"Must be hard to hold back? Don't worry baby I'll make you feel good.

- Please…"

You took your time to unzip his pants and to let them fall on the ground. You were about to do the same with his boxers, but he was faster than you and slid them down for you, revealing his hard cock that was already covered in precum on the tip. 

You still took your time, even if your own panties were probably soaked at that point and that Felix kept whining when either your hands or lips went close to his dick. You felt like teasing him, you wanted to make him desperate. That's why you kissed every inch of him, even marked his thighs (with his approval). You'd "accidentally" stroke him and even then it would be enough for him to moan loudly, showing how fast he would cum if you were to start sucking him off.

And then you kissed his tip and that's when a switch turned inside of him. He grunted and held the back of your head to keep you in place.

"Stop teasing, the longer we wait the faster I'll cum."

You chuckled and wrapped a hand around the base of his dick. You looked up to his frowning face when you gave little licks all around him and you finally took him in your mouth, making his head fall back and a long moan came out of his mouth. He let go of your head to put his hand back on the counter for better support as your lips met with his base. His thighs were already shaking, which concerned you a little at first but then he told you to go faster and you did so, savoring every moan that came out of his pretty mouth.

"Fuck- I'm going to-"

You hummed around him and it cut his sentence off as he choked a moan out. It wasn't long before you tasted his release on your tongue and you kept your mouth around him, spreading some of his cum on his dick but then licking it off again before kissing his tip and swallowing. You looked at him as you put your hand back on him because you knew he would react to it and you were right; his back arched and he put his hand on yours, as if to tell you he was still very sensitive but you already knew that.

"Sorry Lixie, I just can't help myself when you look that way," you explained with a sweet smile as you let him take your hand in his.

"Why don't you come to my house and we continue this? I know we're alone here but I'm still scared someone will walk in on us."

You agreed as you stood up and put your shirt back on. Felix put his boxers and pants back on too and you were on your way after having cleaned the counter up.

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Reposting my stuff from Wattpad bc my book was deleted

[bogleech]

Ok but I have seen you talk about this so many times, even referencing it in your old cartoons, so I gotta ask - when and how did you fall in love with neopets, like that?

Wait, is it that obscure now? I didn't know a single person from its inception to roughly 2010 who didn't have a neopets account. It was the single biggest gaming-esque name on the internet for years. Celebrities casually mentioned playing it, it got mainstream marketing tie-ins, it had plush toys people waited in line to buy up and a TCG made by the same company as Magic the Gathering. It's not that I especially "fell in love with neopets" like it's a niche thing but that there was a time it was almost outselling Pokemon, so it's just another huge cultural phenomenon that was a big part of everyone's lives during my teens to twenties, and hits my special interest in creature design since it has THOUSANDS (beyond the pets alone) ranging in quality from extremely creative to just plain heinous. I personally only got invested in it when they introduced the mutant pets, though, because it started out having almost like a "rule" against making any pets that were "ugly." They'd joke about it as a prank for instance, and originally only featured the mutants as part of a storyline they never intended players to actually adopt. They even had a fake alternate version of the site with fake "adoptions coming soon" and somehow didn't anticipate the userbase genuinely wanting the slime creatures.

The Chia and Aisha were my favorites but mainly the chia because that kind of "scuzzy" creature was already my own design aesthetic, polar opposite of the site's established style and reminded me of if Jeff Goldblum got fused with a tardigrade instead of a fly:

Is that just me? I feel like the tardigrade similarity jumps right out but I think it was an accident and they were possibly actually thinking of the rotting giant from Nausicaa:

The fact that they intended its design to be unlovably ugly and were surprised anyone wanted it only made it more sympathetic. Eventually they made mutants available and I got fully invested into playing, at the time having to spend hours a day on their little flash games until I could afford a mutant after months of labor. But then a couple of years later they just abruptly decided they really didn't feel like having its design around anymore and "updated" it, which back then was automatic for all pets owned by all players with no going back:

It had unfortunately been fairly common that they'd just completely, totally redo a pet like this with no warning and no user poll to make sure it's what anyone wanted. You just had to pray they never did it to your favorites.

All the other mutants in that earlier image would also get completely changed or never released at all. They still kept some of the other "gross" mutants and would make even grosser, so that wasn't even part of the reasoning. Just the random whims of mad gods I guess. I think what killed the game for a lot of people was actually when they did this to basically everyone at once, standardizing almost all the pet artwork so they could wear clothes in their new dressup system. It wasn't as drastic as replacing a sludge guy with some kind of hairy leaf guy but it did eliminate hundreds of technically unique designs from the site, and I found someone else's examples they put together so I thankfully don't have to do it myself:

If anyone's not familiar enough with neopets or didn't figure that out from the last paragraph, the ones on the right are just recolors of the same exact art as all members of their species with added accessories (now wearable items) Players used to work hard to get pets they wanted based on their unique poses and personality, but you could only keep the original art for a small number of these. The customization feature kind of attracted a different new fandom, from what people say, but it never approached a fraction the site's peak, which is probably how the brand wound up getting sold to some NFT bros who aren't even involved in the site itself and supposedly never even spoken to its remaining staff outside some business emails? This is unrelated to the brief period it was bought by scientologists and the siterunners had to fight back against their propaganda leaking into it. I really didn't expect to turn this response into a mini article, I should really just make a thing on bogleech.com about it sometime. Some of my tumblr mutuals to this day are people I met through the neopets fandom and probably have equally lengthy memories/complaints.

[pandora-whowalksbetween]

Honestly tho the reason they’re so bad with Satan is not so much that he’s a demon but that he was never an angel. If we learned anything from the Angelic Demons event, as angels they were mostly taught to ignore or repress their negative emotions. The brothers standing up for themselves started a war. And obviously they don’t just land in the Devildom and suddenly unlearn the behavior they were taught from inception.

Satan wasn’t taught that, not really. He says he existed before they fell, saw through Lucifer’s eyes and all, but he was still never really an angel. I suspect he’s not just “born out of Lucifer’s wrath,” he came from the side of Lucifer that was being repressed as an angel. All of the contempt and disgust and disgrace and, obviously, anger. He was born out of all the things that aren’t considered “angelic.” Satan’s not just a “newborn,” not just a demon, he’s angry and loud and rude and his brothers have no idea how to process that.

So if he can’t figure out how to shut away his emotions like they did, the next best thing is shut him away.

[zaraquinn]

i wish you love.

chapter i | from the start.

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summary: you and Robert’s relationship is strictly professional—working as his assistant and all, your relationship can’t get any farther than that. But you never expected your boss, Robert Fischer to be there for you at your absolute lowest; and now this relationship is as impossible as it gets.

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tw: mentions of domestic abuse, manipulation and a toxic relationship

word count: 2.2k

female!reader x robert fischer (inception)

requested by: my dumbass

author’s notes and additional notes: because i recently watched oppenheimer when it premiered and since then, cillian murphy has a chokehold on me that proceeded with me watching the batman trilogy and inception just for him (screaming, crying, moaning). Also, seeing and reading everything i can find that has robert fischer on tumblr, they all inspired me to write something for him too! So, for the first time in a while, i’m back to writing/posting something here and making a story that does not include following the plot of a movie (i realize i tend to do that a lot—which halters me to write in general because i have to follow the movie/tv show. Exhibit A is my wattpad lmao). This is also somewhat of a slow burn, so whoever isn’t interested in that, you probably wanna skip this one. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy this

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Your metal water bottle reached the floor with a loud thud, while water splashed out of it, making its way into the cracks of the floorboards. You stopped suddenly at the sight before you, and your body froze. Every inch of you went cold and your heart felt like it was torn to shreds right in your chest at the very sight. Tears flooded your vision in an instant and free fell onto your cheeks.

The tight grasp on the front doorknob on one hand was the only thing keeping you afloat. And with one smooth motion, all sounds and voices around you muffled as you turned around and shut the door as quickly as you opened it. Slumping onto your front porch, your gaze found itself stuck onto the floor and your shoes. The rain downpoured onto you mercilessly, but you couldn't care less. Quickly tucking your legs to your chest, the cold rain mixed with your warm tears and you sobbed.

That was until a familiar voice broke through the muffled world around you and you lifted your head from your chest—seeing him.

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Three subtle knocks broke Robert out of his concentration. The papers were soon turning into a big blob of printed ink and he was secretly glad that he was interrupted before going on much longer. And with those three subtle knocks, he knew who it was to always rescue him from his thoughts.

It was you, his personal assistant, Y/N L/N. you worked for the million-dollar company for a few years now and worked your way up from secretary assistant to now the highest position in your field—as Robert Fischer’s personal assistant. Your skills were very impressive, even for someone as young as your age who can juggle dates, organize events and handle tasks; even when things piled up and got overwhelming. It was show-stopping really, as your skills made your role almost to the highest position. Robert was beyond impressed, and with countless late nights spent in his office working on endless papers and contracts, he was glad to have someone like you by his side.

Since you started working for Robert, he has been pining on you since you started but he knew it would be near-impossible and also very unprofessional. With his father and the company taking over every part of his life, he wished just once that someone up in the clouds could throw him a bone and not have Fischer-Morrow take whatever personal happiness he had left. Of course, that was never an option, so he opted to keep everything strictly professional and hidden. But those late nights of sneaking glances at the way your brows furrowed in concentration while reading, or the way you twirled the pen between your fingers while reading documents, or the way your lashes perfectly framed your beautiful eyes, Robert took what he got. Even if it was just spending time with you while his heart yearned for more.

“Come in.” He said softly, leaning back into his leather chair as you stepped in ever so gracefully. My god, did he think you were beautiful. “Mr. Fischer, I brought these for you.” You said leaning over and handing Robert a folder with important documents. Your voice was music to his ears and you were the only thing that could make him smile on these long days at work. A small smile brushed his lips as he took the folder from you. “Thank you, Y/N.” you returned with a grateful smile as you returned to your calendar in your hands. “Also, please don’t forget your meeting with your uncle in an hour. He wants to discuss the future of the company but has been booked up until the evening. So you only have an hour with him, unfortunately.”

Your eyes were downcast at the mention of his father and Robert’s smile dropped. Every mention of “the future of the company” really meant what happens after his father’s passing. He looked back up at you and gave a sad smile. “Thank you for reminding me, Y/N.” You gave another polite nod before turning around to exit. “Wait.” You turned around at Robert’s voice and looked at him with wide doe eyes. “Yes, Mr. Fischer?” Robert felt a small brush of heat dust his cheeks as he looked over at you. “Will you be there?” He swallowed; his voice now a softer tone than when you came in. “No.” You said and Robert could feel his embarrassment rise. “But I can be.” You offered with a reassuring smile to your boss. His shoulders dropped and he let out a small chuckle and sigh to release any worries he had in that very moment. “Thank you.” “Of course.” And with that, you turned around and exited his office.

There was always an unspoken friendship between the two of you. It was always kept clean and professional, but nowadays after the countdown started for his father, you realized just how much he needed you. Not only were you his personal assistant, but his friend. A real friend and a real connection he had both inside and outside of work. Not everything was about work, and hell, you both knew a fair bit of each other beyond Fischer-Morrow. Staying late with him in his office completing countless documents, agreements and booking meetings slipped through pockets of Robert’s personal life. Mostly during coffee breaks. You learned about him and how he grew up as the countdown continued.

You could tell that he leaned on you for support through these hard times. You knew the way the way his hands fidgeted when he was anxious or nervous during a meeting, or when his jaw clenched when people mentioned his father’s health state. You knew that look and the bob of his adam’s apple when he was in deep thought and could do nothing but swallow his worry. Every small detail about his habits you caught on and it comforted him to know that he has someone like you looking out for him, while in the workforce, he was looking after everything else.

Truth be told, you were glad that Robert was those bosses with humanity and feeling left in them. He treated you like a friend, not a subordinate below him and often showed you kindness and compassion through his professional facade. Although you don’t disclose many details, he also took note of things you liked and didn’t, and even made a promise to always make up your over-time at the company with him. Either by getting a coffee and snack for you the next morning or paying for you during lunch while out with another man for another boring meeting. It was the least he could do.

Along with your friendship with him, you started to yearn for another life—another life with him in it, and you can feel yourself starting to develop feelings for him. But you pushed it away because of how unprofessional it is, and your home life.

Work and seeing Robert was your only escape from paradise from a rather upsetting personal life. As the home you came back to wasn’t a home at all. It was a persistent struggle with a man you know who is starting to no longer love you. You have your suspicions, but it was a turbulent relationship that made you question whether he even loved you or not. Night after night you were met with something empty, or angry, or a switch of a teasing nobody. It was pathetic really. You knew it was a situation that could turn ugly real bad after a few glasses that shattered to the wall behind you, and you were ready in a fleeting moment to run off to a hotel for a few nights while you find another house for yourself.

That’s why you chose to spend your nights late at the company, with someone who doesn’t—no; who would never treat you the same as he did. You chose to spend your late nights escaping from your home with Robert, and you were so thankful.

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The meeting with Robert and Peter finally came by, and you accompanied Robert as you both headed to the restaurant that Peter had chosen. Robert opened the car door for you and you nodded as you slipped in, Robert following closely behind.

Shutting the car behind him, the drive began. Opening your organizer, the ride had gotten a bit bumpy, considering the endless construction in the city, a few loose papers and notes had fallen on the floor of the car. They scattered to even Robert’s side of the car and he immediately helped you pick up the loose notes. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fischer.” You swiftly repeated. He was able to collect most of the notes quicker than you did as you shoved your organizer to the empty seat between the two of you. As you were about the reach for the last loose note, Robert’s fingers took it in his own. “Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” He softly said, sitting upright on the seat and handing the note to you. His hands brushed against yours and he quickly noticed the slight purple bruising on your hands and knuckles. His face turned to worry as he reached for your hand with a gentle touch. A flash of a fight with your boyfriend a few nights back reminded you of your bruised knuckles as you quickly took the note from his hands; giving him an apologetic smile and retreating your hands behind your organizer.

“Thank you, Mr. Fischer.” You took the rest of the notes collected on your lap and organized them accordingly. “Is everything alright at home Y/N?” The car was coming to a slow stop and they were slowly pulling into the entrance of the restaurant. You looked down and gathered the notes back where they once were and cleared your throat. Looking up at Robert, you gave a small, but false smile in his direction. “Yeah. Everything is fine.” You looked down at your lap once more, avoiding his concerned gaze. His eyes linger on you a little bit longer, his hand slowly reaching your wrist once more. The valet opened the door on Robert’s side, greeting the both of you and stepping aside for the both of you to get out of the car.

You followed Robert as he walked into the restaurant. But instead of walking behind him like you usually do, he lightly guides you with his hand ghosting your waist beside him. His hands make it back to his sides and he flashes you a small comforting smile as you both are led by the waitress to Peter on the rooftop area of the restaurant.

Peter puts down his glass and papers on the table after he sees his godchild at the doorway and smiles at their arrival. Robert looks at you for a swift moment, for some semblance of comfort and you return one, just as he has done so for you in the car.

The two of you approached Peter as he shook your hand first, before putting a comforting hand on his godchild’s shoulder as he led him down to his seat. Robert takes a glance behind him, checking on your presence as you take a seat behind him. Whether it was for himself or your sake, it was needed for the both of you.

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The meeting had gone on as expected. The two men talk about the what are the next steps for the company, and although hard for Robert, he continues; seemingly empty or uninterested in it all. You notice this immediately, as the notes you write down quickly are all from Peter than your boss himself. You look up to see the two now get into a deeper conversation, and it's not about the business anymore.

“The clock is ticking Robert. We have to think of the future now.” “I know Uncle Peter, but—” Peter puts a hand on Robert’s shoulders. “I know it’s hard son, believe me, I can’t imagine what you’re going through. But this is what we have to do.” Robert looks up at him once then back down to the documents in front of him on the table. He lets out a defeated sigh and sits back in his chair. “Alright.”

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The night had rolled around and everyone slowly had retired for the day and you had finished your tasks. Rising from your chair, you packed all your things and turned off your desk lamp, walking towards the elevator of the large building.

The elevator opens and you walk inside, about to press the ground floor when you instinctively stop and glance at the fifth floor, where Robert’s office was. Thinking he probably left, it wouldn’t hurt to check just in case, right? Quickly glancing at your watch, you decided it would only take a few minutes, and let your finger press the delicate button. It lights up, and you ascend.

The doors let you go with a ding and they close. Stepping onto the main waiting area, you walked through the floor; through the waiting and meeting rooms and to a hall—the path led by shiny wooden floors. You make your way to the end of the hallway to the door of Robert’s office. His name is in bold, black letters embossed on a golden plaque.

You take a breath and lean closer to the door, the three soft knocks that announce your presence.

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[ladysarai]

@inception30daychallenge, Day 31: A letter to Inception fandom.

Dear Inception Fandom,

Friends, I am Old. I have been around the block and back again. I am old enough to have read fanfic on the computers in the school library and printed out fics for my friends because they did not have computers at home. I read fanfic on dial up. I cut my teeth on fanfic on FF.Net, on AngelFire websites, and on AOL Message Boards.

I say this ONLY because I want you all to know How Long I have been in Fannish Spaces, and how many fandoms I have been involved in, so that you can believe me when I say: I have NEVER encountered a fandom like this one.

If you look at my AO3, you'll see that most of my posted fics are dated prior to 2010. I spent most of my 30s not being particularly fannish. I didn't post fics. Once LJ made the move to DW, I lost track of fandoms and friends (and never really grasped Tumblr, tbh), and whatever writing I did, I kept to myself. I thought I had lost the ability to get fannishly obsessive over a piece of fiction. There are a lot of Real Life reasons for this--jobs, health, family crap, mental health, selling my home and building a new one, working in healthcare during COVID... And I was put on a medication a few years ago that, it turns out, basically induced depression, but I didn't realize it until February of this year, when I stopped taking it.

It was like a switch was thrown in my brain, and I suddenly wanted to read fanfic and create again! It was great! And one day I was rereading old fics by a favorite author and thought "what else did they write?" and saw they had Inception fics. I thought "huh. That was a fun movie. It provided the premise for the very best RP game I've ever been involved in. Why not?"

As they say, the rest is history. I fell down the rabbit hole of Inception fanfics, discovered an obsession with Arthur/Eames, and dragged my bestie @nutterzoi down with me. I swear that in April, I watched that movie basically every other day for the entire month. And then we started writing fics. I have now posted FOUR Inception fanfics since the middle of June. With Zoe, I'm working on a Big Bang and on several other fics. We literally have a gdoc of ideas for fics because otherwise we will forget them all.

This is all great, Sara, but what about the fandom? Guys. Friends. Zoe and I have been writing fanfic together basically nonstop since before Y2k. We have not posted any of our fanfic since prior to 2010. UNTIL NOW. And the reason I am happy to write and post fanfic? For other people to see and read?? Is because of YOU, the fandom.

This movie is 14 years old, but the fandom is alive and active. Arthur and Eames have about 3 minutes of screen time together, but over 8,000 fics on AO3! @inceptiversary came along just as I was finding my footing here on Tumblr, and MAN, the things everyone has come up with for @inception30daychallenge just blow my mind! The creativity, attention to details, impressive meta and gorgeous fanart and graphics are incredible. Maybe some of the reasons this fandom is so calm and comforting is that I missed the early growing pains, but it is FUN to come into a well established fandom with so much to read and see!

But even more than that... this fandom is KIND, and WELCOMING. I point out again that I am Old. I have reached the point in my life that I do not want to spend time around people or spaces that are not comfortable, especially online, which is where I go for my escapism and fun. Every single person I have interacted with in the Inception fandom has been friendly and encouraging. I hope you all know just how rare this is for both a fandom and for an online space. THANK YOU for being so wonderful. In more ways than one, you have restored my faith in fandoms and fannish spaces, and in my place in them. I certainly hope you're all okay with being stuck with me, because I do not see myself going anywhere.

Thank you for giving back a part of myself that I thought was lost and gone forever.

Love,

Sara

[bunnishift]

Latest shifting experience: recognizing symptoms

I had been very weak this week, like sleeping barely 2-3 hours, so naturally I haven’t shifted, not even tried nor listened to subliminals. Last night I took a sleeping pill, which I never do because I don’t like pills in general, but damn did it made me sleep, almost instantly.

this pills produces memory loss when you first take it, thats also why im against them, but, I took it and I thought of shifting when I was already very dizzy, something inside of me refused to “shift” while being on pills, but weirdly enough the last thing I remember is that I thought about shifting and then this….”magnetic field”, or vibe or really I don’t know what it was, went trough me, like my whole room shook and I heard a weird vibration coming to me very fast. it sounds unreal but ya know.

then I fell asleep and I had this sort of “inception” like dreams (inception the movie ofc). then in the morning I woke up, very dizzy still, and thought about shifting once more. again I felt all the symptoms of the last time I had shifted, like my blankets were being pulled and changed, but unfortunately I felt very tired and weak, so I didn’t chase the feeling, I just fell asleep again.

the thing is, I already detected the obvious symptoms of when im shifting, guess those tend to be really personal, and these are mine. now I can’t wait to do it again.

and if it isn’t obvious: please don’t take sleeping pills unless you really needed it, they can be addictive. also, this time I do connect the fact that I took them with the fact that I couldn’t focus when my symptoms began.

so thats that! good luck on everyone’s journey.

[laurenkmyers]

im trying to figure out why 4 minutes too. at thought at first it was because in the very beginning of ep 1 great and tyme die. but it was at 11:00 that they died not 11:04. then i thought hey maybe it has to do when the brain dies because tyme is a doctor but thats not accurate either. then I thought it was because of the time they met but they met at around 1:00. so i am really interested to learn why 11:04 holds so much significance. one thing i am hating is the lack of preview for next weeks episode.

but i am living for great and tyme's simple date and them getting to know each other. korn slowly unraveling with stress and worry over the illegal gambling business and getting more into it. ton kla and win. the show is so much fun and a breath of fresh air to BL series. it's a lot different than any other BL series tbh. except manner of death.

Nonnie...you might be onto something here though. Maybe this is the exact point? They both 'died' at 11:00 right? So, if the brain only has 4 minutes to survive without oxygen maybe this path we're seeing is happening inside Great's head? During his 4 minutes of him hanging between life and death? What if...like in the movie Inception, the further down you go into the subconsciousness the longer time you have?

So the flashes of the clock ticking from one minute to the next seem slower to him down there, but it's his subconsious trying to warn him that time is still ticking and he's on a deadline, and him jumping back 4 minutes in time after each wrong decision is like a reset.

Because what if the first choices we the audience see, is Great making the selfish choices which ultimately led him to his death in episode 1? And he's somehow on a path of course correction to change the future to stop not only his own death, but Tyme's too?Maybe getting to Tyme earlier in their story is imperitive to changing the timeline, to understand why Tyme is after his family?

It's the only thing that doesn't really follow the pattern of the 4 minutes, why Great keeps seeing him and Tyme together in the future, the future where they're both about to die. Because he's already fallen in love with him in that future. But the Great that we know hasn't. Not yet, and it's like his subconscious is yellingscreamingbegging him to fall in love with Tyme quicker.

And finally, what if, on the original journey, Great didn't know that Tyme was investigating his family and that leads to their death? What if he fell in love with Tyme and he was too late to save them both? What if it was a choice between him or Tyme, and he chose wrong. What if he wanted a second chance to fix the timeline?????

I'm literally talking out of my arse here. But god, this is so much fun. This show certainly is a breath of fresh, but sort of murky air. It's so unique and confusing and exciting. We're all having a ball.

[unkownbee]

Hamliza Wedding Anniversary Quotes: Part 2 ✨✨

•--------------------------------------------------------•

Alexander: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Eliza, looking up from the floor where she's playing dolls with baby Angie: Are you a software update? Because not right now.

(She's having play time with the kiddies)

Alexander: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Eliza: Please never become a surgeon.

(He would say this. That is an irrefutable fact)

Eliza: Come on Alexander, do it for our marriage. You can't put a price on that.

Alexander: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

(He's joking, btw. He'd do anything for her. Except take care of himself and have a proper sleep schedule)

Eliza, near tears: Please, Alexander, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

(This one is just poor sillies and I'm all here for it)

Eliza: You’re an idiot.

Alexander, looking smug and extremely proud of himself: That’s the charm.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: I can't say that that's untrue-

(And she fell for it. She fell for his idiotic charm)

Alexander: Eliza is playing hard to get.

Alexander: Little does she know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

(You silly little insomniac, you. Why would she ever even want to get rid of you? <3)

Alexander: *Walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out.* Hi, Liza!

Eliza: Hey- what are you doing-?

Alexander, shoving an oreo into his mouth: I am saving space :D

(I love him so much)

Alexander: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Eliza: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Alexander: No, like, U R A Q T.

Eliza: Awwww!

(He got that Alphabet Rizz 😏)

Alexander: Dude-

Eliza: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Eliza: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me dude??

(Eliza is genuinely baffled)

Alexander: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Eliza: The dishes.

Alexander: Wh-

Eliza: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

(When your wife is tired of your bs and reminding you to do your chores)

Eliza: I have feelings for you.

Alexander: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Eliza: We should be partners.

Alexander: You mean like, partners in crime?

Eliza: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

(Don't worry, guys. He's just a little clueless sometimes. He's just a silly little dense guy 😁)

Eliza: Alexander, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Alexander: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

(This is so him)

Eliza: Did it hurt when you fell-

Alexander: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Eliza: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Alexander: ...

Eliza: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Alexander: Can you cut me some slack, Eliza? I’m sort of in love.

Eliza: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Alexander: I’m in love with you.

Eliza: *Blushes.* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

*Alexander and Eliza are in Paris.*

Alexander: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Eliza: But...

Alexander: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Eliza: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Alexander: Yeah.

Eliza: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Alexander: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Eliza: Okay, alright.

(She finds his dorkiness and excitement adorable 😁🥰✨)

Alexander: Relationships should be 50/50. Eliza cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Alexander, throwing his head into Eliza's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Eliza, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are.

Eliza: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Alexander: Oh. We're going out?

Eliza: Wh...

(She sits him down and gives him a lecture on why he's wonderful and an amazing person the way he is)

Eliza: I owe you one.

Alexander: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

[kevin-sedai]

The breaking point that made them turn to the Shadow

Elan (Ishy): Was eating ice cream cone on a hot day. The ice cream melted so much that it fell off the cone and on the ground. He spent the next several hours screaming, "There is no point to life". He was 2.

Mierin (Lanfear): Lews Therin left her for Ilyena. The real reason neither will mention is that Lews said no to a strap-on.

Lillen (Moghedien): Was having the worst morning, and really didn't appreciate the "I hope this email finds you well" message she got from Sharon in the marketing department.

Joarr (Asmodean): His new single, Age of Legends version of What Does the Fox Say, didn't get platinum. Lews Therin was quoted saying, "What the fuck does anyone care about what foxes say".

Karamile (Graendal): A client (Mierin) told her that Eat Pray Love wouldn't fix anything if they watched it. Neither would drinking nothing but green tea. Lew Therin was quoted saying, "That's a shitty movie, and I never cared for green tea". In response, she is quoted saying, "Well, maybe if Mierin had at least had some bread and calmed down, she wouldn't have released the devil."

Tel (Sammael): He was told that he couldn't ride the roller coaster in Ilian. As he was turned away, Lews Therin was walking off of it, saying how fun it was.

Saine (Messaana): The Collam Daan wouldn't let her do her thesis. Her thesis was titled: "Did the top keep spinning or did it fall at the end of Inception". Lews Therin, self-proclaimed best friend of the movie's director, said that the top wobbles and doesn't need a 100 page essay about it.

Duram (Bel'al): Was about to become fencing champion until Lews Therin tickled him with the sword in the finals, leaving him open for the deciding blow. Lews Therin won the trophy, Duram was given a participation ribbon.

Barid (Demandred): Asked Ilyena to AoL prom, but Ilyena told him that she was going stag and wanted to just focus on herself. He went with Mierin instead, only to see Lews and Ilyena walk in together. They won prom king and queen, Barid was mistaken (by Mierin) for a chaperone and given duty at the punch bowl.

Eval (Balthamel): Was at AoL version of Vegas and was caught counting cards. Lews, who told him he counts too, won the jackpot.

Ishar (Aginor): Managed to fuse a hamster and a frog. He was so proud of it until he read in the newspaper the quote, "No one asked for that," by Lews Therin.

Ared (Rahvin): He was denied a third name because it was revealed that he used Compulsion for most of his accomplishments. The main tipping point though is that his hair started to gray at a young age, whereas Lews Therin's hair remained a shining brown.

Nemene (Semhirage): Nemene... that's not a cadaver. And he's awake. You... you can't dissect him. Everyone said this to her.

[laylawatermelon]

Please please read this and give it some love but I had an inkling of this feeling but never mentioned it cause I thought it was absurd.

Basically its a tweet of a reddit post (inception ik) basically of how Tim is basically rewriting the characters back to the way they were.

More below 👇🏾

Everyone's been mentioning how the characters have been more in character and the actors are happy and that makes sense.

He's been making them more in character than they ever were.

And with the Buddie situation (yes not everything is about them but i am a buddie fan who happened to find and grow to love this show because of it) it makes the most sense.

Now that Oliver mentioned the love story and everyone assumed it was the shooting and being in live it made the most sense.

Who else was he going to be falling in love woth at the time? It surely wasn't Taylor. Their romantic relationship was always doomed to fail and it was a great friendship they had (ehhh sideye for Bobby situation and Jonah eventually) that lasted if they weren't too persnally involved in each others lives.

She'd have been a perfect friend for him to gossip about the drama at the 118 (not work cause you know she'd make a story). That relationship wasn't going to work. He's too honest and she's too opportunisic.

If it hadn't been Jonah it'd be something else and he'd feel the same sense of betrayal (also Buck kissing Lucy was betrayal but that also felt a lil like assult cause she got him reallllly drunk and if the roles were reversed people wouldn't be that enthusiastic about it).

The only other love story that's been written logically as a will they won't they tragic and emotionally complex story is Buck and Eddie's.

Season 2 he replaced his love intrest! Like come on!

But in all seriousness, the Ana breakup and ll the vague dollow your heart is basically being rehashed.

I remember someone mentioning that Marisol is just another Ana (whoever you are if you see this send me hit I'll put it in here) and that's actually true.

Yay Marisol no last name haters your time has arrived cause it's official she's done!

There's no worry because we're getting a conclusion on the fact that was supposed to happen years ago.

She's not a permanent structure.

This storyline can go two ways.

One Buddie confirmed season 8.

Or two, Eddie realizes what his family could look like and its a single parent home with a support system from work (and Buck but we're gonna just gloss over that for now).

Meta linked above I just talked about Eddie and its coming to fruition (hire me abc im getting better at screenwriting!).

For the first one it's juicy storytelling.

For the other it makes sense as development for Eddie becoming comfortable with himself apart from his identity as a husband/widower, son, Catholic, and father.

He'll learn to bebhimself which he hadn't had the opportunity to do as he had fell into adulthood with his kid and then added on having a child with a disability that needs a lot of monetary support he ended up losing the chance to figure out who he is without all of that.

Even if it's not romantic (😔) it's great for him to realize he doesn't really need to be with anyone or fulfill a role he's not ready or willing to fill due to duty.

He can just be a father and work it iut that way.

Chris only wants his dad happy and I sense he knows his dad isn't happy at times or even worse he's not happy but is pretending so that his dad can be happy as he feels he has to give him that space/approval.

Chris is getting a storyline and he's always been observant so he'll most likely either explode in his feelings and tell his dad or tell him in a misunderstanding (he is getting to be a moody teen after all it's not going to be an adult reaction).

He's been close to death, heard his dad lose it and loat his mom. He's more mature than people give him credit for but the story hadn't included him much recently so we'll just have to see.

[dyns33]

Specificity

I will be honest, I didn't like Inception. Saw it once, understood it but didn't like it. But I like Tom Hardy and I liked Eames, so I tried to write a little something for him.

The first thing Arthur had said before she met Mister Eames was that he was difficult.

Cobb had corrected by saying that he was very good at his job, like the whole team since he only worked with the best, but that his style and the style of their Extractor were very different.

"Eames can seem playful…"

“He is childish, frivolous and careless.”

"Thank you, Arthur. Let's just say he likes to have fun, but he knows how to be serious when necessary. We've never had any problems with him."

The work went well, apart from the incessant arguments between Arthur and Eames, although it was obvious that this amused the Forger a lot.

The rest of the time he flirted with Y/N. As an Architect, she had to concentrate to maintain a coherent universe during the dream, which was not easy with this smiling man who distracted her whenever he had the opportunity.

Difficult, Arthur had said, she saw quite well what he meant.

But really very talented, and really very charming. Hard to resist. The problem was that Mr. Eames was a gambler. A player. He loved risk and challenge, which is why he continued to tease Arthur whenever he saw him.

As soon as he saw that he wasn't getting what he wanted with Y/N, she immediately became interesting.

She didn't really think the first time they kissed. The dream had been difficult to manage, the mission dangerous, they had almost died and Eames had been injured protecting her.

Her lips were pressed to his before she realized what she was doing, too relieved that he was alive. Immediately he had hugged her, responding to her kiss without worrying about their colleagues.

Cobb had sighed, Arthur had rolled his eyes, Saito had shrugged, Ariadne had smiled and Yusuf had taken notes.

No one blamed her for her reaction, because the whole team had been affected by what had happened. They didn't talk about it again.

Eames didn't mention it again either, but he called her more often. He came to her hotel room as if everything was perfectly normal.

It was hard to remember when he joined her in bed. It seemed impossible to resist Mr. Eames's charms, despite her best efforts.

"I'll take everything you want to give me, darling." he said to her one day, kissing her forehead as she fell asleep against him.

He kept his word. Eames took what she gave, giving nothing in return. He responded to her messages, her calls, he came when she asked him, he received her kisses, her caresses, and he took everything with a big smile.

Y/N didn’t blame him, he didn’t force her to give either. It was a balanced arrangement. She just had to avoid anything complicated with feelings. This was not the domain of Mr. Eames, eternal child.

Normally, she would have acted thoughtfully and carefully, being a very gifted professional at her job. But it wasn’t about work, and Y/N wanted to take some risks when she was with him. A game could be fun, once in a while.

“I want us to get married.” she said very calmly as they dined in a chic restaurant in Paris.

"… I don't have a ring on me right now, but I can get down on one knee with a baguette."

She hadn't thought he would accept. As he was a gambler himself, perhaps he wanted to see how far she would go. So Y/N offered everything.

A grandiose wedding, with lots of guests, two cakes, a princess dress, an indecently expensive wedding ring, with less than a year to prepare everything.

She quickly realized that she had no chance of winning this game, which very quickly became more painful than fun.

"Yusuf made me think that we need several options for the banquet. We need to add dishes."

"Very well dear."

“I mean, what dishes do I add ?”

"Oh, whatever you want. Anything is fine with me."

“And Cobb asks for the gift list.”

“Yes, he asked me too, I told him to check with you.”

Very effective response, always the same. Eames said yes to everything, without ever having to do anything, since the marriage was her idea, and therefore it seemed normal that she would be the one to organize it from start to end, even if he handed her his numerous bank cards as soon as she asked.

In the end, it wasn't their wedding that she was planning, but a wedding in which he would participate, perhaps, if he didn't run away at the last moment.

Y/N wondered if she was going to break down first. And probably she should, because the game was affecting her more than it should, and for a reason that was starting to become quite clear.

After all this time together, and despite all her good intentions, it was obvious that she liked Mr. Eames a little too much.

No, she was in love, that was a certainty when her heart was racing because he whispered her name, when she had trouble breathing when he didn't respond after a mission, and above all because she wanted to to cry every time he didn't invest in the preparations.

Yet he had been very clear from the start. He would take, nothing more.

The wedding was to take place the following week when Y/N turned to him at the end of a mission, trying to hide any emotion.

“I don’t want to marry you.”

He didn't really seem surprised, but still a little disappointed. His only response was to nod, accepting this announcement without putting up the slightest resistance. He took his things and left without giving his destination.

The rest of the team was not as understanding.

Everyone asked her why she was ending such a beautiful story. Even Arthur seemed shocked, as he was the first to criticize Eames.

“You seemed so happy together.” Ariadne sighed in despair. “When Eames looked at you, he had stars in his eyes.”

“It wasn’t serious.”

"Really ? I saw the way you smiled when he called your name. And he said it with such fervor and love."

“There was no love.”

"But…"

"Ariadne, he doesn't love me. He doesn't care. It wasn't a relationship, it wasn't a marriage, just a game that went too far. Please stop."

Y/N took the first flight to Barcelona, to stop thinking about all this and be away from everyone. Unfortunately, their team had the best Pointman and Extractor, who always knew where to find his teammates.

Of course, this normally served no purpose outside of missions, and Arthur never gave out their location if it wasn't necessary.

It was impossible to imagine what Eames could have said or done to get this information, because there was no other way he could have ended up at her hotel room door.

He looked less confident than usual, scratching the back of his neck and grimacing.

"Um… Hello."

“What do you want, Mr. Eames ?”

"Darling, you know I love you right ? Because Ariadne told Arthur, who told Cobb, who told Yusuf, who told me that you thought I didn't love you. I went down on one knee and offered you French bread, it's huge."

"… If you want us to sleep together, it's really not…"

“Darling.” sighed sadly with a terribly sad look. "I think we misunderstood each other. I'll take what you give me, and you can take everything from me."

“I don’t feel like I get much from you.”

"I agreed to marry you ! And be careful, I'm delighted, the happiest day of my life, and I would have accepted all the other requests. Anything to make you happy. That's why I wanted you to choose your dress, the flowers, the meal, to make it the wedding you wanted, because the only thing it ever needs for it to be perfect is for you to be there. I want you, nothing more."

"… I actually think we misunderstood each other."

"If it was just a game, darling… Tell me and I'll go drown my broken heart in a bar. But if you still want this marriage… I'm here."

Some people thought Eames was difficult, but in the end he was a very simple man.

So smart that he was stupid, not thinking it would be necessary to talk about his feelings. To him, it was obvious that he was in love, otherwise why would he spend so much time with Y/N ? Why would he want to hear from her, have her in his arms, have her named after him ? She was as smart as him, if not smarter, she should know that.

Yes, he liked gambling, his life wasn't stable, but when it came to that sort of thing, he was a romantic gentleman. Yusuf knew this. But not the rest of the team.

He hadn't thought that Yusuf didn't talk about his secrets with others, and that the rest of the team had been able to warn her against some of his bad habits, which didn't reflect very well on him.

He seemed casual, but with Y/N, he had been very serious.

"I can take over the entire wedding planning. It will take a long time, I have a lot of ideas. I don't know if you've noticed, darling, but I have imagination. The decoration, the clothes , music… So many possible themes but an unlimited budget. I mean, almost unlimited. I played a bit after the wedding cancellation and you know what they say ? Unlicky at cards, all that. What do you think of an underwater wedding ?"

“Maybe we could slowly resume the relationship before talking about marriage again.” she sneered, as relaxed as at the beginning of their story, when everything was simple.

"We can. I also have lots of date ideas. Are you afraid of heights ? Allergies ? In fact, I already know, I may have hacked your computer and forced Arthur to tell me the rest, but I really want you to tell me about yourself.”

“What if I want to talk about you ?”

“Ah, my love, we are going to be very bored, we will need a lot of alcohol. I know where our first date will be !”

They didn't talk about marriage again right away. No, Eames waited until the third date to propose again with a basket filled with several types of bread.

The team didn't really know how to react when they received wedding invitation again, where the new date had been replaced by hand, with a smiley face. They were happy, because Eames and Y/N seemed happy together, but at the same time they were afraid that the same nightmare would start again.

“If he hurts you, tell me.” Arthur said, one hand resting on his gun.

"Everything will be alright."

"Hmm. And remember he's an idiot, don't hurt him too."

“Oh, Arthur, you care !” cried Eames sarcastically.

"No, you might disappear again and even if I found you, it would jeopardize the mission."

"So charming, mate. Why are you my best man again ?"

“I’m Y/N’s best man.”

“Specificity, right darling ?” Eames chuckled, taking Y/N's hand to kiss it, his eyes shining that screamed that he loved her more than anything, even if he wasn't good at telling it with words.

[ynbabe]

Lockwood & Co. X Fem!Reader:- Incorrect quotes pt.4

*Y/n on the run in Paris and called Anthony to meet her*

Anthony: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Y/n: But...

Anthony: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Y/n: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Anthony: Yeah.

Y/n: But the Catacombs, Sweetheart.

Anthony: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Y/n, in love: Okay, alright.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Anthony: Can you cut me some slack, Y/n? I’m sort of in love.

Y/n: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Anthony: I’m in love with you.

Y/n: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Anthony: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Y/n: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

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Anthony: You have to apologize to them Y/n.

Y/n: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Y/n: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Anthony: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fishnets I don't want to hear shit.

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Y/n, to Anthony: We had a date!

Y/n: *aggressively points to the bar fight*

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Y/n: This date is boring!

Anthony: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Y/n: Then why did you invite me?

Anthony: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Anthony I'll do whatever I want!

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Anthony, in love with Y/n: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Y/n: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting like an idiot.

Anthony: But you’re always acting like an idiot?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

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Anthony: I’m in love with you.

Y/n: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Anthony: I know.

Y/n: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

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Y/n: I have feelings for you.

Anthony: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

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Anthony: I have feelings for you.

Y/n: Are. You. Fucking. Crazy?

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Y/n: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Anthony: Lilies, why?

Y/n:

Anthony: Were you going to get me flowers?

Y/n:

Anthony:

Y/n: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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Anthony: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Y/n: This is a lie.

Y/n: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie.

Y/n: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS?

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Anthony: Did it hurt when you fell-

Y/n: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Anthony: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Y/n: ...

Anthony: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Hey guys!! requests for Lockwood&Co are open!!!

[reallyromealone]

Constance Lefour x male reader

Soulmate au

This fandom doesn't exist yet

Think of it as marketing lmao

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

(name) looked wide eyed as he glanced out the air ships window, the Amethyst city: Oraculum. The massive city peaking from the clouds, built from the mountains.

Grand gothic stone buildings surrounding the large castle like building carved from the side of Mount Ilfred and a large violet crystal floating on a large spire, connected from two points shaped like a moon, the deepslate castle having old detailed carvings and stained glass windows of the capitals inception and newer editions from the war.

It was loud and bustling as people of all kinds stepped off the airships from places far and wide, (name) held onto his suitcase as the sound of bells and whistles for people to board could be heard, ships refilling on anything needed and loud chatter. His feet stepped against the old cobblestone as he followed the crowd to customs, standing in line as security checked luggage.

They were imposing, navy garrison uniforms with golden embellishments.

"Next" (name) broke from his thoughts as he stumbled to the guard and set his briefcase on the old oak table "name and country of Origin" he said simply and (name) some nervously "(name) (lastname) and I'm from Froja" he said and the guard glared slightly and mumbled something under his breath along the lines of 'end time bastards' and (name) kept quiet about it.

It had been two hundred years yet the world was still recovering from the war, the country of Froja wanting to harness the planets core to power everything and anything though it's methods were less than great, slowly killing the planet till it was ended by the country of skyla; a nation that was torn from the planet by his countries wrong doings.

When the officer was finished (name) scurried out, uncomfortable at the situation

Glancing around be looked for signs of his friend, grinning when he spotted him smoking off to the side "you know that'll kill ya one day right?" He teased as toddy glanced at him groggily, ash Grey eyes peaking from his dark lashes as his messy curly strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a bun, his eye bags present "I'm here to have a good time, not worry about those things" (name) always admired toddy, the man never worried.

The two walked through the bustling dock onto the streets as (name) took in the city before him, townhouses and shop houses filling the streets, colorful and vibrant as vendors and shoppers alike entered and exited, being the magic hub of the world many stores were magic relatedToddy walked to a Grimoire shop and pulled out keys, unlocking the side door leading to the upstairs apartments and (name) looked curious "my my, throwing a party are we?" A voice chimed out and (name) glanced to see a pretty man with ivory white hair that fell to mid back, straight and soft looking, His Almond skin a stark contrast to it all. He was tall and lean, a black turtle neck and fitted slacks with nice looking loafers. "Hardly, (name) this is my neighbor Constance Lefour, Constance this is my close friend (name) (last name)"

"Opposites really do become good friends... friends with this sleepy bum" Constance teased at Toddys messy clothes, the teachers dress shirt always dishevelled and sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos "Maybe I should get a roommate.." Constance said with false thought and Toddy snorted at the concept "please, you would probably tell them of their deaths with unsolicited fortunes"

"Never hurts to know when it will all end, makes one value life a bit more, you all have such little time" he spoke as if he and everyone else was different.

He was a weird pretty man.

Constance walked off without another word and Toddy rolled his eyes "accept a fortune at your own risk, he tends to get strange with them" Toddy remarked and (name) nodded "he seems like quite the character" he joked and Toddy huffed playfully"that barely covers him as a person"

"I have another neighbor, she runs the shop downstairs, she joins me for dinner or Constance as she's legally not allowed to cook" he explained and (name) raised an eyebrow "why?"

"She can't cook for shit, she almost burned the building down a few times so she's been banned as it's seen as a safety hazard"

"Fascinating"

"Also if you see a Siamese cat, don't give him food that's Winston and he already tricks like four people"

These folks seemed strange but the fondness in Toddys voice proved they were dear friends to him.

(Name)s belongings arrived a week prior, the man spending his time unpacking his room while Toddy took a nap, the man never getting enough sleep as long as he knew him.

"Thanks again... I really should get a new one" Moira said sheepishly as milsha helped a familiar get dressed for his adoption, Harold dressed in his best for a farmer just outside the capital.

"It's no problem! So what do you guys even do here?" (Name) asked as a group of angry hamsters stomped around squeaking angrily, he had never seen hamsters with mullets before but it was a first for everything he supposed.

"Ah! We help the spirits of forgotten pets start a new life as familiars for witches/warlocks and wizards! Petcrpmancy if you will!" She said cheerfully and (name) looked wide eyed "that's an incredibly noble of you two to do, I'm sure they will all find good homes" he said as a dodo bird in armor challenged a broom to a duel.

"Well I best be going, good luck Harold" (name) said and the cat looked happy as the necromancers bid their farewells.

(Name) explored the city a bit more, it was way different that back home as the sun shone high almost blindingly "oh? We meet again" a familiar voice rang clear and (name) looked to see none other than Constance flipping a shop sign to open and (name) looked at the old shop sign "Constance' magic Bazaar" "that's correct, anything and everything is sold here~"

"Fascinating, got any plant keeping grimoires?"

"Ah trying to save those poor plants from toddy Dearest?" Constance teased as they walked into the chaotic store, truly he had everything as items stacked everywhere and tagged messily.

Constance seemed to know where everything was as (name) looked at all the magical items "would you also like a fortune reading on the house?" He offered as he set the book down on the counter and types numbers into the register "50,000 Gūya" he said simply as he rested his chin in his hand, resting on the old mahogany counter as (name) paid with his Holo-com, a device that truly showed the mix of magic and Machina.

"Sure, why not" he said and Constanc practically beamed at this his honey eyes dancing with joy as he cracked his fingers, pulling a note pad and a pen, drawing sigils on it "projection magic?"

"Don't you want to see it?"

Constance spoke some encantations as he took (name)s hands and placed it on the paper "fortetīo" he said simply and removed the others hand from the paper as it set itself on fire, light projecting from it.

"What kind of fortune is it?"

"A love one"

(Name) Raised an eye brow and Constance shrugged playfully "I'm a sucker for romance~"

The two watched the fortune of (name) waiting at a table in black and white dressed in a suit and looked happy when he noticed.... Constance walk into frame?

"Well then"

"My my, never thought this is how I would meet my beloved, been so long I thought I didn't have one ~"

"Why's that?"

"Don't worry about it"

Toddy sipped his tea tiredly as he took it in "good luck" he said exhausted and (name) smiled sheepishly as Constance fixed his hair up, always trying to get Toddy to look less like he rolled out of bed "I promise to return him by eleven~" he teased and Toddy rolled his eyes "you better, he starts work tomorrow"

[ladysarai]

@inception30daychallenge day 1: my favorite thing about the movie

I think my FAVORITE thing about Inception is how MUCH there is to it, as a movie. You can watch it a zillion times and get something new from it every time, and you can read one person's take and be impressed and amazed because you didn't even think of that take!

But what REALLY makes me sit up and pay attention to a piece of media is Characters, and Relationships. I love how MUCH the cast did with so very little... I want to know EVERYTHING about Arthur's relationships with Mal and Dom, (okay, ESPECIALLY Mal) just because of the way he calls Mal "lovely" and because of the way he PUTS UP with Dom and follows him around and has obviously been loyal through So Much Shit and then the way he SMILES in the end. Cobb himself is a hot mess, and given only the context of the movie, you have to wonder why anyone would put up with the things he puts Arthur through, so there has to be a history there, right?? And OF COURSE I'm here for Arthur and Eames and their shared history, whatever that may be (they're married okay). The fact that in the paper script, Arthur and Eames could have been played so differently by two other actors is... It's a little awe inspiring, and just makes you really appreciate what actors can bring to their roles.

I love that every single time I watch it, there is something new to notice, some new nuance to pick up on, a new piece of canon that can be used to spin out headcanon or fic from. And I absolutely ADORE that so much is open-ended and there's no real WRONG interpretation; I think that's what's given the fandom such lasting power over the years. We're give so little actual canon that very little fanon is actually contradicted. It's kind of beautiful that way.

On a personal note... When I say that I'm new to the Inception fandom, I mean BRAND NEW... like as of April of this year new. Which is not to say I didn't see the movie when it came out in 2010, because I did! I watched it more than once! But here's the thing... You ever have those experiences where OTHER PEOPLE ruin a thing for you before you give it a chance yourself?

That's what happened with me and Inception. I thought "hey, fun movie" and left it at that. Largely because my younger brother was in this weird "I'm a Movie Connoisseur/Expert and My Opinion is the One That Counts" stage and as someone with self-proclaimed "man crush" on Leo, he was All About Cobb, who is easily my LEAST favorite character. He was also All About arguing for the "it's all a dream" theory over the ending, which I think beautifully demonstrates the main difference between us: I am an optimist and prefer happy endings. So he would Not Shut Up about this movie and how GROUNDBREAKING it was and how the pessimistic viewing of the ending was the Only True Way to watch the movie. (May I say how much I fucking love that this has generally been disproved in the last 14 years? Because I have serious Schadenfreude over that.)

(I was also RPing in a panfandom LJ game at the time with people who were obsessed with playing characters played by Certain Actors and our game wound up with an Arthur and an Ariadne and I think they shipped them but it was full of ~drama~ and I wanted nothing to do with it so I kept my Barbies on my corner of the game and avoided theirs.)

ANYWAY, this is a very convoluted and long-winded way to get to my point. Which is that I largely forgot about Inception for the last 13 years-ish. Then I was rereading some old fanfics in March and because I liked an author, I went to see what other fandoms they'd written for. And somehow I fell into Inception and discovered Arthur/Eames, and HOW THE FUCK DID I MISS THAT????? After a few weeks of reading fic, I decided to watch the movie again and, well. Then I was watching it every other day for several weeks.

Moderation? What's that?

So another favorite thing about this movie is that I got back into fandom for the first time in... god. Almost ten years???? Because of it. Which is a little miraculous by itself.

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC REVIEW: A Fate Inked in Blood by Danielle L. Jensen

4.5/5. Releases 2/27/24.

Heat Index: 6.5/10.

Vibes: vIKINGS!!!!, slutty guy/serious girl, "oops I'm married to your dad", and legitimately intense battle and magic stuff that actually works and puts people in those heartrending situations where it's all "STAY ALIVE!!!!! I WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!!!!" as it should in a FANTASY ROMANCE

Married to a man she hates and hiding the fact that she's the child of a minor goddess (children of gods are a Thing in this world) Freya lives a life of drudgery. Until, that is, her secret is revealed to all and Jarl Snorri declares that she's a prophesied shieldmaiden, meant to clinch him the kingdom he's always wanted. As such, she must marry him--kind of an issue, as she is very, very attracted to Snorri's son Bjorn. Another issue: Bjorn has been bound to Freya as her protector. On top of everything, Freya's goddess-given abilities are obscure but dangerous, leading her to wonder if her fate is less that of a protector than that of a monster...

OOOOH WE'VE GOT SOMETHING HERE. I've read Danielle L. Jensen before, way back in the day with her Malediction books--but those were YA (albeit, pretty hot YA) and I really don't read YA anymore. However, I do like Viking Shit, and I especially liked the idea of a romance between a Viking lady and her husband's SON, which was something I always wanted to happen on Vikings. So I picked it up.

And dude. It sucked me right in. I am, as I will get into more below, kind of a hard sell on fantasy romance--when it works, I am HOOKED but when it doesn't I am quickly turned off. This is the former. I was so drawn to Freya, a heroine who does have Chosen One aspects, but is also very human and just trying to make it work, one battle at a time. (Also? She's not instantly gREAT at fighting, how refreshing.) And I absolutely fell head over heels dumb girl for our hero Bjorn, who I expected to be a stoic silent warrior type. NO. He's so much better. He's like, an amazing warrior--but is also so funny and super slutty and just a BRO. I love him. Protect him.

The fantasy plot is compelling and doesn't get so in love with itself that it's impossible to follow. It's really good! I'm excited by this! Can't wait for the next! (What a relief, God.)

Quick Takes:

Here's my issue with fantasy romance (or romantasy, though I'll point out that this series is billed as "fantasy romance" on Netgalley, and that is so HOT to me): often, though the name implies that it's a subgenre of romance with a heavy fantasy bent... It's basically fantasy (well-done or not) with a romance subplot tucked in. The character work is shoddy, the tension is nil, and you can tell that the author is just trying to horn in on the romance audience. Not so, here. 

First off, I think Jensen was really smart to create a fantasy world that is very "Vikings But Fantasy". It's not poorly drawn. You can tell that she's really into the Norse vibe, and I will say that I am biased because as someone who has somehow been watching the Vikings franchise since its inception (pray for me) I'm fairly familiar with it on that level. But the way she weaves the fantasy elements, most distinctly the idea of these empowered children of gods (who are basically made when their mortal parents HAVE THREESOMES WITH GODS??? Amazing. Just imagine having these superpowers and knowing that it's because your parents took some dude home from the bar one night and he turned out to be Thor.) into the story is really natural.

Secondly... There is a really compelling plot, yes. I am really into the duality of Freya, don't get me wrong. I really like the royal intrigue. All the WIFE DRAMA. It's My Brand. But the real heart of this story, very openly and honestly and presented without any self-consciousness, is Freya and Bjorn. And I think Jensen just lays it all out there the moment she introduces the brilliant plot device of "Bjorn's Dad, Who Freya Is Technically Married To, Wants Bjorn To Follow Freya Around And Make Sure She Doesn't Get Into Danger". Oh, so he's supposed to protect her as she hurtles into adventure and fights Viking zombies and shit? HOW CONVENIENT. Throughout the story, their immediate physical attraction melts into this emotional slow burn... and I am also a hard sell on a slow burn, so thank you for doing it right, Danielle. The book is single POV (Freya's, though I wouldn't mind Bjorn's in a future installment) but you can just tell that Bjorn is so mad that he's this into a woman who is technically his stepmother. Like, he can have anyone! But he wants HER. But he can't have her! 

Picture me gobbling this up like a raccoon in a trash can.

--Speaking of! If you're all "ew, I hate that Freya is married to his dad"--no spoilers, but this is dealt with in a way that I think both avoids the ick that some readers (to be clear: not me, I am very resistant to ick) may feel over that setup, and avoids a copout. 

At the same time... First off, Bjorn doesn't fully know that the ick has been avoided, and to be frank, I don't think Bjorn really cares about a little ick. But he does have like, you know, the "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME" vibe for a while, and it is delicious. All very illicitaffairs.mp3.

--I also really loved that there is no mistake about Freya being a GROWN WOMAN. I strongly, strongly object to shelving this as New Adult, because regardless of her age, Freya (and honestly Bjorn as well) has been through a lot. She's literally married when we open this novel. She gets a second husband. She is not a virgin; her marriage was not chaste; it sucked. (To be clear: you don't get a lot of insight into Freya's first marriage beyond "it sucked" because it's dealt with pretty quickly. You don't see any sexual assault on the page in this book, and I don't know that Freya would see it that way? It's alluded to as "lie back and think of England" bad, gross sex, which I think suggests assault, but there is not any explicit violence, sexual or otherwise, depicted in either of her marriages.) She is JADED. She has never had a man like, take care of her.

And then she gets linked up with local dude who's snarking at her horrible husband about how he must not go down on her enough, and she's all "WHAT'S THAT MEAN :/". I really, really enjoy a pairing that involves a tough woman who's never been properly taken care of and a man who's like "I am DESPERATE to take care of you". Freya deserves!

--Another good choice: often, in fantasy romance (or at least in fantasy romance of yore; I feel like there has been a recent push to correct this, at least somewhat) the heroine is hypercompetent. She's smart, she's a good fighter, she's a femme fatale, she's the seventeen-year-old master assassin...

Freya is... a person. She does want to fight, and she is--not surprisingly, as she does come from a culture in which women do fight--not incapable of holding her own. Somewhat. But as soon as she's up against a master warrior like Bjorn, she's kind of not great, Bob, and even with the benefit of her goddess-given abilities, she still has a lot to learn. It's giving "Book One Aang", and I'm good with that. I'm actually much happier with her giving Book One Aang as a twenty-something woman because like? Give us hope, Freya.

She also doesn't have all the answers. Frankly, Freya doesn't have 80% of the answers, and she shouldn't, because she's new to this. She's new to the magic stuff (though she knew she had it, which I did like--she's not an Alina Starkov-level "WHAAAT" about it) and she's new to the court intrigue, and frankly she's new to Hot Dudes. Speaking of, she does spend a decent amount of brain time going "STOP! STOP, SELF! DO NOT LOOK! DO NOT TOUCH!" Which, frankly, I loved. I feel like that's the kind of behavior people are going to be annoying about because people are dying, but like. This woman just spent years surrounded by Village 2's and suddenly she's being swung around and guarded by a very flirtatious Royal 12. Give her a break. I would be much worse. 

And she doesn't know what the hell she's doing with this man. She knows the mechanics, but she doesn't know the FINESSE. Speaking of...

The Sex:

The reason why I'm between a 6 and a 7 on this (and that's not quality, that's literally just how hot the book is re: sex acts) is that the story is a slow burn. Everything sexy happens in the back half, and you don't get to the full shebang until pretty late in the game. It's ABOUT THE YEARNING.

However, I think this was a good choice, and when we do get those scenes they are super hot (and explicit, though not like Sierra Simone explicit to be clear) and passionate and you definitely get the sense that it's this giant deal for these two. I was quite touched. I was like "awww" but also "oh" which is where I want to be when a story builds to two people hooking up for that long.

And Jensen fully takes advantage of the "Vikings" component and does have some "under the sleeping furs with 76 people sleeping in the near vicinity but we just need to get this done" action here. Which. Brava.

I'll be honest--I was worried about this, as I feel like I've been let down by a great fantasy romance in the past. I, much like several people in this novel, have been burned before. Not so here. I'm fully on board. I loved where we left off, and I cannot wait to see where those two crazy kids go next. Hopefully, like. To Vikings divorce court. So she can end that marriage to his dad.

Thanks to Netgalley and Del Rey for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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[mister-eames]

“he fell first but he fell harder” A/E dynamic please?

Not gonna lie, I had to sit and think on this one a bit because this trope always made me a tad uneasy - it made me think that somehow the love is uneven - like, the 'fell harder' person was more in love/more invested than the other? And I really didn't like the thought of that. But then I thought and reframed it in my mind to simply mean: someone fell first and has been sitting with it for a while, has let it marinate into their marrow, and the one who fell harder simply has fallen 'harder' in the sense that they love the other on the same level, but where A was a slow descent to it, B was a plummet. Does that make sense? Is that even what that means? Well, it's what it means to me now aha.

Anyhoo, to answer your question:

Eames fell first. Eames is the marinated man. Arthur fell harder. Arthur probably always felt the same way but just didn't realize it. Where Eames was a slow elevator trip down to love, Arthur took his Inception elevator down, a free fall from 'fond/disdain/respect/irate' down to 'i can't believe i love that stupid bastard.'