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maggstar · 1 year

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+, mni DNI!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Heeseung got assigned by his college to organize the annual gathering for the newly accepted students, he didn't expect to meet you, a charming biker who was lucky enough to slip her number into his pockets after scoring the boy with a green beanie.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, hookup, protected sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), experienced reader, Heeseung is a virgin.

𝐖𝐂: 4.3k

𝐀/𝐍: Hellooo, I'm back from the dead. 😃 Anyway, I hope you guys like this short fic I literally had in my drabbles for months.

Please leave any sort of feedback: reblogging and commenting is the best for me, so let me know!

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Heeseung didn't understand why the college scheduled an annual gathering for the newcomers who successfully passed every year, especially when they assigned him as the leading organizer.

He wasn't a student who carried exceptional grades, thankful for passing a semester successfully, spending time outside rather than in books.

However, his teachers thought otherwise, somehow seeing the potential he didn't, encouraging the boy to pursue a better path. Their strategy was to assign him responsibility, passing him significant roles in organizations.

He caught their joyful gazes when he sat beside the table, crossing the upcoming attendees off the list once they arrived, sighing at the remaining amount, which decreased slowly.

Chae-Won voluntarily joined the assignment to help Heeseung, welcoming the new students passing by with a big smile and enjoying the fresh encounters.

If it hadn't been for her, he probably wouldn't have been here in the first place. All these responsibilities that were supposed to lead him to a better path weren't doing shit. He didn't care about any of it and spent most of his time on his telephone playing LOL to finally rank up. Chae-won found his vain attempt hilarious and constantly interrupted his game by randomly pressing on his screen.

"Don't be a grump, come on!" her delicate voice conveyed, playfully prodding his shoulder as she laughed at his annoyed groan. He glimpsed at her and, for a second, felt a wave of ease coming over.

They weren't friends for long but had already created a good bond. Their meeting was, in fact, accidental, because they got assigned to a side project for the school faculty. She was the head of the group, and Heeseung soon realized that they clicked.

After that, she always picked him as her helper, doing almost everything together. She was someone who he needed: organized and disciplined. He was the complete opposite. In a way, his teachers were content with this outcome, internally thanking her for her decision.

"I've had enough this term," he leaned back on the chair, resting his hands between his legs, "they need to find someone else." The cheers from afar increased as the students greeted the principal, who held a big smile on his face.

"Ah, you're so dramatic," she remarked after rolling her eyes, scribbling something on the paper. Heeseung glanced to see a sketch of a person with their tongue out. He only shot her an annoyed look before going back to his phone.

However, he got disrupted by the sudden rackety sound of a motor engine arriving at the place, boosting the unbearable noise when shortening the distance. His head turned to the owner of the disturbance arriving on a motorcycle.

All the other students were caught up by the appearance as well, their focus now fully intended on the driver and not the principal. Chae-won slanted over to get a better view of the person, who was now parking their motorcycle before striking the ground with their feet.

They slowly took off their helmet, flipping their long, dark hair to regain its previous state, running their fingers through it to mess it up a bit. Pressing the lock button on her keys, the female corrected her posture amidst fixing her leather jacket and checking her appearance in the convex mirror. The revelation took Heeseung by surprise, his jaw lowering at the fine lady.

"Damn, who is she?" he sighed, unable to unlock his immersed gaze from the biker. Her body moved leisurely, putting slight power in her movements. It was on purpose, for sure, but it definitely made her occur attractively.

"I've no clue, but she's hot," Chae-Won declared, fidgeting with her necklace. Heeseung didn't even perceive her disclosure, still eyeing the woman ahead. It didn't take him long to realize the upcoming interaction when you started walking towards their table with a great smirk.

Nonetheless, he managed to panic once you approached them, almost falling out of the chair. The struggle to create eye contact was evident as he nervously looked at the paper ahead, feeling his heartbeat boosting.

"Hello," your deep voice greeted, " I'm Y/L/N Y/N."

Fuck

He nodded, trying to suppress his heart straining to burst out. He searched for your name on the list, crossing it out when the pencil landed on it. Chae-Won was supposed to take things from here and navigate you to the school garden. However, she didn't move but exchanged an evil grin instead. Then she had the audacity to tilt her head towards you.

"Come on, Heeseung, you don't want to keep her waiting," he froze at the unexpected change of plans, furrowing his brows at the playful girl.

It was rare to see Heeseung flustered around a girl, so Chae-won wanted to make the most out of this opportunity. Deep down, she wished he would finally have a thing with someone to come out of his shell. If it doesn't work out, she can still shoot her shot.

"But you-" he glanced at her, knowing he couldn't walk with you without embarrassing himself.

It was his clumsiness that distracted all of the girls away. They saw him as an oddball and used him instead for their advantage. He didn't want to mess up his chance with you, unsure if he could save a mortifying moment from occurring as he did seconds ago.

Regardless, Chae-Won seemed determined, crossing her arms before tapping her foot impatiently and winking at Heeseung. He didn't understand her intentions, furrowing his brows at the goofball.

You chuckled when he stood beside you, hiding his trembling hands in his pockets. He probably contemplated life amidst staring at the ground, but you found it adorable. There was something precious about boys feeling intimidated by you, but for some reason, you enjoyed his reaction the most.

"So, are we going?" you smiled, watching him show the way before walking beside the building.

You jumbled the helmet from one hand to the other as you followed the boy, eyeing him in the meantime. He was wearing a green beanie, fashion sense reminding of a skater boy mixed with a hipster, somehow appearing handsome.

He wasn't your type, swiftly reminiscing the boys you hooked up with in the past, who were nothing compared to Heeseung. The boy possessed breathtaking visuals: from the way his big, doe eyes sparkled under the moonlight to him biting his bottom lip.

Everything appeared majestic to you, and you got lost in his beauty. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't drool over a boy, but he was an exception you were willing to make.

Heeseung, on the other hand, couldn't control the sudden excitement in his chest. He felt a pair of eyes on him, and he didn't know why it made him so happy. Most of the girls he knew were innocent, bubbly personalities or try-hard tomboys.

Nevertheless, today he encountered someone with such a powerful aura for the first time. It was the confident walk accompanying your alluring face that gave it away. It was a big turn-on, and he wasn't confident enough to strike up a conversation.

Thankfully, you decided to break the silence.

"What major are you in?"

"Hm?" he finally looked up, meeting your charming gaze, nearly gasping at the exchange, "Oh, yeah, um, music."

"Oh, so you want to become a singer?" you smiled when his heart-shaped lips curved up at your question, making your stomach flip around - why did he have to look so sweet.

"And you?" he asked, slowing his pace to lengthen the moment, knowing the path was ending soon. He saw the group of students interacting nearby, knowing he had to say goodbye.

"Computer Science," you shrugged, studying his surprised expression, "but it's not as hard as it seems. It's fun!"

He beamed at your excited state, continuing the conversation to make your stay a bit longer. He didn't want to miss his shot at getting to know you better because you seemed so easygoing and laid-back that he could imagine talking to you for hours.

Random questions started blabbering out of him in a hopeless attempt to impress you. Deep down, he pushed himself to ask you for your phone number.

Yet again, he wasn't that confident. Instead, he observed your features in-depth, finding his gaze focusing on your neck and prominent jawline exposed by the wind that blew in your hair. It was a sight he could fucking die to. No girl he had seen harbored such sharp features, and that just threw him off the edge. Fuck the ideal type narrative he had created because you were something else, something he had never seen before.

As he kept talking, you couldn't help but focus on his moving lips, thinking about attaching your mouth to his, poking your inner cheek with your tongue at the idea. All you wanted was to corner him into a dim place, make out and suck on his lips until they turned in a beautiful shade of plum. He slightly pouted when he talked, and he appeared so innocent.

His poking Adam's apple moved up and down after every conveyed word, not considering your mind creating sensual fantasies about sucking on it. You wanted to meet his tongue with yours, explore his mouth and feel his warmness on yours. It didn't help that he occasionally licked his lips, unintentionally riling you up. It was getting harder to stay collected, and the little pool staining your panties began expanding.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" you snapped out of your imagination, eyes landing on his again after staring somewhere else.

"Like, what are your plans?" Heeseung asked, a smile forming on his face from your gaze. He couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at him with so much lust. A tingly feeling made its appearance in his chest again, his cheeks burning.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you scratched the back of your head, holding yourself from attacking his lips. You hated how gorgeous he looked under the moonlight, his side profile so ethereal that you found it unreal.

"What were you paying your attention to then?" his doe eyes lit up, hoping you would say something along the lines of "you".

"I've just been trying to suppress the urge to kiss you," you spat out, biting your lip afterward. Heeseung widened his eyes at your confession, which was the last thing he expected to hear. He stared at you in shock, feeling his heart going crazy.

"Can I kiss you, please?" your body approached his, coming closer to have each other's faces inches away. The desire to consume him kept growing each second he shot you that soft gaze, completely destroying you.

He nodded, his eyes locking with yours as you held his face, pulling him to you. You dived into a passionate kiss, tilting your head to the side to deepen it. You had never craved someone's lips as much as you did Heeseung's. They were so soft and tasty that you couldn't get enough, coming back for more each time you pulled away to breathe.

"What happens if I don't attend?" he laughed, realizing you had better plans than spending the rest of the evening getting bored.

"Well, you'll just miss out on the introduction."

"OK," you nodded, "and what if you ditch your friend?"

"What?" he questioned in a soft tone, noticing your finger pointing at Chae-Won.

"Would you get in trouble if you took us somewhere private?" you smirked at the thought, grabbing his collar to fix it. He gulped at the contact, hating how nervous a random girl made him feel. Yet again, you weren't just a random girl - maybe that's why he was trying so hard not to mess this up.

He could already imagine the disappointment his teachers would experience once they encountered the volunteer carrying out his duty. A failure, that's what they would think, and they would be right. He didn't want to bail on his professors, whom he had given false hope about his feasibility.

At the same time, he knew Chae-Won would cover for him, always having his back even though he wasn't the best friend. Maybe she sent him for this reason in the first place, to give him a possibility. It was on him if he'll take advantage of it or not.

His gaze landed on the assured girl again, nodding at her offer.

"Well," you pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket alongside a lighter, pulling out one to place it between your lips, positioning it in the fire, "lead the way, playboy."

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Next thing you know, you both end up in the music room, tangled up in a lustful make-out session. His hands roamed your back as you tried to nestle on the piano bench he led you to.

You double-checked if you had contraceptives in your pocket when he moved to your neck. It was your goal tonight anyway, not wanting to miss the chance to get on with someone. Plus, Heeseung was quite charming, and you couldn't help yourself.

He was a sloppy kisser, and you could tell the moment his lips met yours. It felt like he was keen on more tongue action rather than a proper build-up. Too eager for your taste, but again, he was breaking your rules quite often tonight.

Your hand played with his hair while the other moved down to his pants, reaching his boxers. He gasped when your fingers brushed over them, his member twitching from the sensitivity.

"Can I?" you broke the kiss to ensure he wasn't uncomfortable with where things were going.

Heeseung couldn't even answer, quietly whimpering under your touch. There was something so mesmerizing about his state that you just stared into his eyes, leaning for another kiss. It felt so wonderful, and you couldn't stop. He had this dazing effect on you.

"I can stop whenever you want," you whispered into his lips, running your hands on his chest, sensing his change of heartbeat.

"N-no, don't stop," he grabbed your wrist, guiding you back to his pants. You smirked at the action, grabbing his crotch to see the desired expression. And it didn't disappoint. He leaned against the piano with his eyelids slightly loose, mouth forming an O amidst panting. You haven't even started yet, and he was already losing his mind.

"God, you're so beautiful," you whispered on his neck, leaving gentle kisses. He shivered at your delicate touch, his hand traveling under your jacket to caress your back.

You massaged his length a bit to make him hard, but that didn't take long since he soon provided your hand with burning heat. It was your sign to slip your hand under his boxers, coming in contact with his erection. He hissed at the coldness of your fingers, making his member tug rapidly.

"N-n-o, you don't have to," he whispered when he realized what you were about to do, straightening his posture to grab your wrists. However, you smiled at his behavior, leaving a light peck on his cheek.

"But I want to," you voiced before landing on his zipper, gradually dragging it to access his dick. His pants ended at his knees, now having his genitals on full display. Your eyes widened at the image and his size. It drove your head dizzy, picturing it vanishing inside you.

Heeseung smiled for himself at your cute reaction, finding himself blushing for some reason. Slight embarrassment took over him as he had never been in this position before. He attempted to cover himself, but you only yanked his hands away.

"Don't hide your beauty from me, baby," his dick jerked at those words, looking away from the attention he was acquiring. You grabbed his chin to meet his gaze, smiling at his eyes sparkling with excitement. You encouraged him to spit in your hand, confusing him at first with your sudden movement.

He obeyed and spilled a pool of saliva on your palm, letting it dribble from his mouth. A curse escaped you at the sight, biting your lip as you spread it on his shaft. The wet sounds turned you on, even more, watching his face express ecstasy.

"Look at me while I take care of you, ok?" you smiled before opening your mouth to welcome his member, moaning at the wonderful feeling.

"Oh God," it sent him over the edge how you didn't break eye contact amidst running your tongue around his tip. Your face appeared so beautiful as the moonlight shone on you, exposing your dirty activity. He couldn't stop staring at you with butterflies in his stomach, observing you taking a quarter of him slowly.

The feeling he was experiencing made him dizzy because this was his first time acquiring head. He was used to giving, not receiving. His friends always talked about blowjobs and how wonderful it was. Now he finally understood why.

"Y/N," he accidentally moaned your name, shutting his eyes when you reached half his length. Your hand gently rubbed his balls, taking your time to provide the best experience.

"Does it feel good?" you began to bob your head at a calm speed, studying his facial expressions quickly altering. His abdomen was going through euphoria, and he was losing his mind.

"It does, so much," he threw back his head and gripped your free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You raised your eyebrows at the act, not anticipating the intimate gesture.

Normally, you would never let another boy show affection in hookups because it was unnecessary. In the end, it was about satisfying your needs, so there wasn't the need to be smoochy about it.

Nevertheless, Heeseung was caressing your hand and hair, and you couldn't say anything. He was so sweet that you wanted his affection.

"I bet it does," you expressed in a low voice, watching his brows slightly furrowing while he bit the tip of his tongue. You curved your lips up when his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, letting out such beautiful noises each time you pulled out and took him in.

"I-I'm close," his tender voice conveyed, feeling his stomach compiling his load. You sped up your movements to bring him to his high, welcoming the warm fluid on your tongue. However, you didn't stop but continued sucking, enjoying him uncontrollably jumping in your mouth.

"Fuck, oh my God, Y/N," he shut down, trembling from the stimulation you gave him. His hands were now desperately holding onto your hair, trying to control his spasms.

"You taste good," a quiet giggle echoed in the room as Heeseung stared into your eyes deeply, trying to find the right words after having the best orgasm of his life.

He noticed how you squeezed your legs together, grinding on the bench to pleasure yourself. He instantly dropped to his knees, grabbing your legs gently to spread them. You gasped when his hand slid under your vagina, his thumb playing with your vulva.

"Can I take care of you now?" he pulled down your pants, revealing your soaked panties. It was weird for you to feel this hot inside, and you found it hard to believe a boy managed to turn you on this much.

You watched as his head disappeared between your legs and panted when his breath brushed against your panties, hearing him soaking up the smell of your arousal.

"God, you smell so good," his compliment landed on your core, which he revealed by pushing your underwear to the side. He took a long lick of your pussy, groaning at the taste it left on his tongue.

Pussy-drunk would probably be the right word to describe his fixation because the next thing you know, he was making out with it. His warm tongue swirled around your bud and entrance, teasing you by trying to enter it.

Your hands automatically grabbed his hair, pushing his face even deeper to feel his nose on your clit. At this point, what was happening?

"Oh, Heeseung, please don't stop," you moaned when he moved his head up and down, rubbing you with the tip of his nose. He was so experienced, unlike the guys who have eaten you out before.

"You're beautiful," he whimpered on your folds, watching you arching your back at his technique. Everything was so fast that you didn't even realize your orgasm was shooting out, riding it out on his nose. Heeseung didn't waste any time and licked all of your cum, immaculately overstimulating you. You stopped him to catch your breath, gazing at his lips and chin smeared in your juices.

"You're so-" you switched positions, landing on his lap and going in for a deep kiss. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and transferred your liquids. At that moment, you officially lost your mind and suddenly felt needy again. How was he so dirty but sweet at the same time.

"So what?" he asked, holding your hips to guide you back and forth.

"So pretty that I want to ruin you," your words caused him to pop another boner, poking it on your core.

"Please do," he panted, intensely staring into your eyes, "I'm all yours."

"You don't know what you're asking for, baby," your lips uttered before landing on his, grabbing the condom to put it on him.

"Wait," he whispered, glancing down to avoid your stare.

"It's your first time?" you smiled at his surprised blinking, playing with his piercings. He bobbed his head, dying inside out of shame.

"Honestly, when you were eating me out, it certainly did not feel like it," the atmosphere lightened up a bit with your remark, easing the tense boy underneath you.

"I'll be gentle, ok?" you pushed a strand of hair under his beanie, grabbing his face to study his expression. Obviously, he was worried about the following, but his face still displayed enthusiasm.

That was what you were looking for, so you gently grabbed his length and started pulling the condom over it. He hissed a few times because your hands were still freaking cold, and the sensation was unknown.

"Are you ready?" your breath tickled on his ear as you put your hand on his belly, gently stroking to ease his tension. You were also nervous because you didn't want to hurt him unintentionally, and seeing him getting anxious about the act worried you. In the end, you mainly wanted him to enjoy it.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to hurt you," he whimpered at your tenderness, mind still too anxious about the forthcoming shifting. You held his face delicately, running your thumb over his cheek. He murmured a quiet yes, watching you aligning his member to your entrance, which you revealed by pushing away your panties.

You rubbed him on your clit for a while to lubricate and give him some instigation. He was already moaning, his body quivering from the teasing. Then you pushed him in by a bit and both of you hyperventilated.

"You're practically sinking in me," you exhaled, feeling your walls tighten around him with each push. He glanced at the scene, his hand grabbing your thigh to dig in his nails. The way you talked him through it made everything better, and he felt like he was walking on clouds.

Other girls made fun of his virginity, mocking him for being inexperienced. You, however, were different and handled him with so much care despite having known each other for a few minutes.

"It's ok. You can go more."

Well, maybe he shouldn't have said it that early.

"Wait, oh shit-" the grip on your thigh deepened, pain piercing through rapidly.

"Why are you so tight?" it almost sounded like a cry, and you only chuckled at the compliment.

"I'm not used to big dicks. That's probably why," you laughed, calming the boy down with your humor.

Heeseung leaned his back against the fallboard, trying to make himself comfortable. He would have never imagined losing his V-card in the school's music room on a damn piano. At the same time, he was grateful that you were the one who was here with him. Now, he will always have a pleasant memory to think of when he'll enter this room.

"How are you feeling, bubs?" He reddened at the spontaneous nickname, noticing the twinkle in your dark eyes.

"V-very good," the words barely came out as he struggled to think correctly. The sensation you were guiding him through was something else, and he couldn't believe you managed to take his firsts twice tonight.

When you started riding him, it was over. He didn't think he could hold his load for long because you only tightened around him more. As if you read his mind, you began pushing more, putting your hands on his chest for support. He held your back and practically embraced you once he felt the familiar feeling inside him.

"Let go," you encouraged him as he shot his cum in the condom, pulling you closer to bury his face in your neck. It didn't even matter if you came in that moment because you felt too content to focus on it. You grabbed the open package and inconspicuously slid it into his pocket.

"I better get going now," with a jump, you pulled back your pants and lit another cigarette after heading out the door. You sent a wink before fleeing, leaving him dazed.

He sighed and discarded the condom, concealing it in a bunch of tissues. As he grabbed one from his pocket, he came in touch with a packaging. He pulled it out to recognize the object, raising an eyebrow. It was a phone number written on the wrapping of the condom he had used a minute ago. He grinned at the method, putting it back to catch up with Chae-won.

He saw you walking towards the ceremony as he got out of the building. You turned back to encounter his figure standing outside and delivered him a big beam on your face while signaling him to calll you later.

"You can bet on it."

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traegorn · 6 months

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A friend of mine has a love interest that isn't very apt at making his true feelings known. Is there a possibility anyone has a spell that could .. progress him into becoming sure of his romantic feelings towards my friend? Or something that could aid him in opening up about his feelings to this friend?

Thanks in advance! Any spells they said they're willing to try!

Okay. So let's reframe some stuff.

"Love interest" is a term used in fiction. This is a real person, with agency. His function in the world is his own, independent of his relationship (or lack thereof) with your friend.

He's a person. Let's treat him like a person.

When you say he "isn't very apt at making his true feelings known" -- do you mean to other people or to himself? Because I assumed the former, but then you ask about a spell about making him sure about them.

And the answer is, frankly, maybe? But, like, we really don't need magic here. In fact, that's probably the least healthy way to deal with this situation. No solid relationship ever started with one party manipulating the other in any way.

I say this as an old married crank who hasn't been single since the mid-aughts, but, like, the best thing your friend can do is just ask. Like, simply, "hey, I'm attracted to you -- is there any chance you'd be interested in pursuing something." I mean, maybe do it in a more personal way than that, but that's the gist of it.

Then dude either says yes or no or whatever, and you have an answer. If he says "yes" -- great. Optimal outcome. Huzzah. Invite me to the wedding should it come about. If he says "no," there's no real loss. Your friend isn't dating him now, so literally they're no worse off.

And if he's "unsure" -- then fuck him.

...I mean, don't literally fuck him, but like... metaphorically fuck him? Ditch his sorry ass and move on. If he doesn't know what he wants when asked, your friend shouldn't waste their time.

And again, he's a person. He needs to get his own shit together, not have witches wasting their time and energy trying to fix his ass for him.

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jaemified · 10 months

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jaemified -> seventeen masterlist

[KEY]; A (angst), D (drama), F (fluff), M (mature), S (suggestive)

☆ (popular),♡ (personal favs), # (on hold)

taglist ; open !

choi seungcheol;

-coups day thoughts,, | 0.5k (2m) (F)

synopsis ; n/a

-keep it quiet | 2.1k (10m) (M,F) ☆

synopsis ; you and seungcheol never liked taking risks, especially with 8 of his 12 roommates home. but, up until your self control couldn’t handle it anymore, you both found it was best to keep it quiet.

yoon jeonghan;

-nothing yet

joshua hong;

-same dream, same mind, same night | 3.0k (15m) (A,F) ☆

synopsis; confiding in her longtime best friend after the end of a rocky relationship, choi y/n begins to heal once more and realizes what’s been waiting in front of her after all this time.

wen junhui;

-nothing yet

kwon soonyoung;

-world of my own | 1.2k (6m) (A,D) ♡

synopsis ; in a place which you fall into your own dreamland with the one who was meant to be the love of your life, the discussion gets highly theoretical (and not to mention, emotional)

-sunshine | 1.6k (9m) (D,F)

synopsis; the one who stayed by your side no matter how many times you got fired from different jobs, tells you no matter the outcome, you’ll always be his sunshine in the rain.

jeon wonwoo;

- [WIP] summer to winter | estimate of 6-8k (30-40m) (D,F,A) (#)

synopsis ; wonwoo hates his job but that all changes the moment he saw you walk through those cafe doors. the girl who would be his heatwave in december.

lee jihoon;

-nothing yet

lee seokmin;

-nothing yet

kim mingyu;

-puppy love | 2.4k (12m) (D,A,S) ♡ ☆

synopsis; you don’t care much for dating, but kim mingyu is an exception. even if you already know puppy love doesnt last

xu minghao;

-taking me high (angel) | 2.0k (10m) (M)

synopsis ; after being away from your boyfriend for almost a literal week thanks to your job, you want nothing more than him in every possible way. but when he finds himself picking his games over you, you come to a compromise; sneaking under the table while hes distracted.

-SNOWED IN! [MASTERLIST] | estimate of 4k-6k (20-30m) (D,F,A)

i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | ix | x

synopsis; when an unexpected storm comes over seoul, you and all of your coworkers are snowed in your workplace with no way out, yet you want to make the most of whatever time you have with minghao.

-last | 0.7k (5m) (S,F)

synopsis ; youre going to the states for college, minghaos pursuing his dream in korea. and hes gonna miss you, badly.

boo seungkwan;

- [WIP] pretty when you cry | estimate of 2.5k (13m) (F,D)

synopsis ; when your high school boyfriend you were separated from at the age of 17 moves back to seoul after 6 years, you find yourself crying in his warm arms once more.

vernon chwe;

-nothing yet

lee chan;

-i could never lie to you. | 0.9k (6m) (A,D,S) ♡

synopsis ; youve been struggling with a toxic relationship for years now, but you had no one to tell that to, or anyone thatd believe you at least. so while your boyfriend slips out for the night to god knows where, you use this time to write down and express everything youve bottled up all this time.

-chan as ur idol bf | 0.6k (4m) (F)

synopsis ; n/a

-through the window (21 days) | 2.7k (14m) (F)

synopsis ; after a long series of floods, youre finally able to meet the boy across the street who had caught your eye throughout the long few weeks.

- [WIP] seasons | estimate of 8k (40m) (D,A,S,F) (#)

synopsis ; when y/n begins to develop feelings for her best friend, she realizes life isnt as it seems in the movies, and that not all love is meant to last.

#kpop imagines #fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt #seventeen smut #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #svt fanfic

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italiekim · 4 months

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i watched the final episodes of singles inferno 3 today; lets chat 💬!

gwanhee’s love square triangle

i don’t like to pray of people’s downfall but i really hoped hyeson, minji & hajeong would’ve came to their senses and realized he was a player & chose themselves over him. from the last episode it seemed to me that gwanhee was going to pick minji, i mean he even kinda inferred to her that they were gonna leave together but he just had a hard time letting go of hyeson & then chose her in the end. hajeong deserved better, im sad that she didn’t get to find someone for herself.

gyuri, minwoo & sieun

in the last few episodes gyuri turned out to be such a mean girl, the way she talked down to minwoo was like an owner talking to their dog after they did something wrong & i didn’t like that. it kinda gave she was trying to be jia from season 1 and it just didn’t work out for her. also the way she talked to sieun when she asked if she could talk to minwoo if they were done was so nasty of her after she literally told minwoo the conversation was over. i’m so happy minwoo and sieun got together in the end my girl cried and stressed about that man & it all worked in her favor. that’s what happens when you’re a good person idk. they’re relationship is so cute, it’s a relationship that people could write songs about & i love that for them

minkyu

he’s so cute and sweet, he’s always there for the other girls, such a genuine soul. I need him to come to a realization that gyuri doesn’t deserve him, she barely paid him any mind and he was a last resort for her bc minwoo was more into sieun. he deserves so much more than someone like gyuri who shows tendencies of gaslighting in situations that could’ve been easily communicated ( i can’t get over how she talked to minwoo ugh)

jinseok & minyoung

they didn’t have the best start but then minyoung gathered herself & realized he was the best thing for her, she locked in & didn’t take no for an answer with him. she got her man in the end & jinseok got who he was feeling a connection with since the start. minji ain’t do too much damage, i love that they got around that kinda quick! i hope they last, they’re really cute tg

hanbin

my least favorite on the show next to gyuri, when he got those candies he got a big head about it & then all after that he didn’t pursue anyone. all of a sudden he felt some connection with hajeong, wanted to take her to paradise & chat her down.. none of that happened. he went there, ate and made the vibe awkward & then when he was asked the reason he wanted to come to paradise with her he could give a straight answer or asks any of the questions he said he had. to me it felt like he was really using his acting skills to make it seem like he was gonna do his big confession in paradise but really just used her to go bc he never got chosen for a paradise trip. he added no substance to the show 😭 he was just.. there

anyways that was my take away from the last few episodes & the final outcomes! reply if you feel differently, the same or just want to add on 🫶🏾

#italietalks #talking with italie #italie’s k-show reviews #singles inferno 3 #singles inferno #singles inferno 3 finale #korean dating shows #₊˚⊹ ᰔ

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dreamiesformula · 2 years

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Multiply - PG10 (Pierre Gasly x Reader)

Probably shit but I had an idea with it and ran, possibly warnings for this: Swearing, mentions of sex, childbirth (not graphic), teenage pregnancy/ mother (18) talks of neglect, negative self talk.

I hope at least someone enjoys this, it was pretty cool to write ngl! I’ve been struggling for motivation, become real depressed lately so I hope this piece can make at least one of you smile. Remember that I love you! 💙

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Pierre was never the type to settle down young, currently 26 and still just as addicted to the fast lane in life, parties, multiple friends as he calls them and nothing it tie him down. It was an honest mistake Daniel had invited you to a Grand prix being his younger second cousin at the ripe age of currently 22, with a budding music career but none of that mattered now. They met for the first time when he was 21 she was introduced briefly to the man as her cousins friend freshly 18 at the time, she was convinced he was too gorgeous to be real Daniel knew about her little crush but what harm could one meeting do? A lot apparently.

Staring at the test with two lines was worse then when she told her parents she was dropping out of school to pursue music, while she loves them but they were incredibly strict so being pregnant with a child and the father not being in the picture was a scary thought to break to them. Daniel was there the whole way he felt somewhat guilty as during that house party he didn’t even notice the two intoxicated lovers leave the party, a mistake that single handily landed the girl in this position. Of course she was kicked out her parents still believed she brought shame, Daniel offered her a room and one for her soon to be child too. She never told Pierre, she couldn’t do that to him he was living his life she would raise their child on her own she couldn’t stand the idea of ruining his life with what was a complete accident.

Daniel was there to hold her hand during the pregnancy, he made sure he was there to support her anyway he could he brought her supplies, toys for what they now knew was her son Joshua aka Joshie. While an accident he was the one thing that kept y/n sane while long producing sessions via zoom drove her mental, there was pros and cons. Pierre had first grown curious when the child first made his Instagram debut “Not an uncle but still I am uncle Daniel” he wrote in the caption of him holding the newborn, he had tagged you in the photo and sure enough there you were on your feed talking about the arrival of your son. Thanking everyone who supported “I am overjoyed to announce the safe arrival of my baby boy, my son Joshua. He joined the world at 10:10 pm last night in what was the most tiring experience I’ve ever had, but I would not change it for the world not if this is the outcome. I want to thank my cousin whose basically my older brother at this point Daniel, when my parents kicked me out for being pregnant out of wedlock they said I was the greatest shame they knew, he packaged my bags, flew me out to Monaco and made sure I had everything I could’ve needed to raise a healthy, happy and loved son. Daniel I would be dead if it wasn’t for you! I can’t wait too see the man you grow into Joshua, I promise to always keep you safe, although I have so much to learn about being a mother I look forward to every challenge you might bring. I can’t wait to watch Daniel make you an F1 addict, his own cheerleader and I can’t wait until I can teach you all my favourite k-pop dances. Thank you for giving me a reason to stay, I love you Joshie!” Pierre stared at his phone shocked, it obviously wasn’t his, you both weren’t dating but he was gobsmacked after you left a piece of him left with you too unknown to him that was literal as well as metaphorical he in one day and night had managed to fall incurably in love with you. None the less he stuck his head down drowning himself in work to ensure he performed the best he could.

Y/n’s p.o.v

It was almost Joshua’s birthday and he was turning four the time flew by it made my heartache a little bit, he was walking, taking and now even trying to pick out his own clothes. Daniel refused to let me move out he said it was too dangerous as fans started to speculate who Joshua’s father was the more they saw him in the paddock, I gave going to Grand Prixs a break once he was born only going to a few on rare occasions. “Y/n for his birthday can you both come to the Baku Grand Prix pleaseeeeee” Daniel wasn’t gonna give this one up I knew Joshie would love it he’s never been to that one “fine but only for Joshua” I sigh he deserved it Daniel had got him hooked on watching races old and new, even gave him a light go in the simulator he had at home. That’s how we got here a hotel in Baku, the same one most driver were staying at because Daniel had managed to sweet talk his way into getting a room a few floors above him, I was dreading the weekend. A few times I’d been in the paddock and Pierre walked past I noticed he often looked between Joshua and I like he knew something, like he knew it was his son and that tree terrified. He often liked my Instagram posts but never made contact, there was no was he could even suspect he had a son right? This was the right decision or was it?

I often battled with my own thoughts about not letting Pierre know he had a son, I felt like a horrible person but I couldn’t stand the rejection he’d give me or Joshua, I had to protect my son. Daniel tried to reason with me sometimes I knew he meant well but I’m as stubborn I knew Pierre wasn’t the kind to want a kid or be present enough for my son too feel loved, he was a priority not an option. I knew Daniel didn’t treat Pierre any different and I respected that but I didn’t think I could handle much more than a glance at him, after all in one day and one night I fell stupidly in love with the Frenchman. Daniel took us out that night for dinner just at a small restaurant nothing special while Joshua was distracted with a face full of spaghetti he made conversation “I know you don’t want to tell him y/n but I think you should at least talk to him, I genuinely think he loved you after that short time” I scoffed he was way out my league there was simply no way “Daniel, I think the jet lag went to your head. He is the Pierre Gasly there’s not universe in which this ended well for us.” I was right and I knew it. He gave me a look I knew as wow you’re really stupid “he gets to live his dream life this way, I raise my son and he gets to fuck around as much as he wants. You didn’t hear what he said the day that followed, you don’t get to experience what it’s like to be so stupid to fall in love with someone like him.” I sighed taking a bite of my salad it was all I really felt like eating something light, I hadn’t much an appetite lately after overthinking. “All I’m saying kid is you can’t run from him forever, he’s fast… he’ll catch up eventually” the weight of that sentence weighing on my shoulder the whole weekend. I knew he would I just hoped I’d been settled with another before then, I’d ran for four years what was a few more. “I don’t want to be in a pity co-parent situation Daniel, I deserve to be loved and Joshie deserves a father who actually wants to be around” he shook his head I knew what he was going to say “you wouldn’t know y/n, you never gave the guy a chance” there or was and he was right, I never did. “I’m just scared” he will leave I know he will, it’s too difficult for him especially for someone he doesn’t love.

It was now Saturday, qualifying time the first half of the day Joshie spent stuck to Daniel letting him sit in the car, go to his meetings with him it wasn’t a big deal which I was surprised at because I thought he’d be a distraction. Daniel says he always sits quietly and asked any questions when they’re done, he was such a grown young boy. It had been a few hours and I must have drifted off to sleep in Daniel’s drivers room I was woken by loud knocking it couldn’t of been Daniel, he has a code “Daniel we need to have a talk” the French accent making my body shiver Pierre, why was he here? I shake my self doubt off and open the door “sorry he’s not here right now, I can ask him to find you when he gets back” I fake a smile going to close the door Pierre stops it with his foot “y/n, it’s so lovely too actually see you again” he sounded sincere I couldn’t be rude “always lovely too see you too Pierre” it wasn’t meant to be flirty but old habits were slipping through “how have you been?” he asks still standing in the door frame “I’ve been busy, Joshie makes sure of that, how about you?” I laugh my son more often then not was the topic of my conversations “your son is adorable I’ve seen videos from Daniel, told me his favourite number is 10 thought that was cute. I’ve been alright same old really.” He smiles and my heart picks up how could I be so vulnerable with him “yeah he was born at” I’m cut off “10:10 pm on the 10th of June” he smiles “how did you?” I was shocked to say the least “I remember seeing your birth post and every one that followed ever year after” he smiled fuck don’t do it, don’t tell him the atmosphere changed “I’ve missed you” he sighs caressing my face I melt into his touch my phone’s obnoxious ringing throws me off and I go to grab it I see it was my manager for production opportunities “hello?” I was cautious these were rarely good calls “babes you’re gonna love or hate me, but B.I has asked to have you co-write and feature on a track for his new album” I gasped so loudly I think I scared Pierre “you’re shitting me? Say sike this is no joke right?” I rant shocked at this opportunity “I would never play with you like that” this had to be a dream “I fucking love you, best a manger ever” I couldn’t stop smiling “get ready kiddo, you’re gonna live your dream. I’ll send you all the emails and message you dates!”no fucking way was this happening “everything okay?” Pierre asked a hand on my shoulder like he was scared to touch me “everything’s perfect, I’m going to be featuring and co-writing on an actual performing artist song, everything is so fucking good” I squealed he picked me up and spun me around in his arms “I’m so proud of you mon amour” the name slipped out and I don’t know if it was pure bliss or overwhelming emotions but I connected our lips a needy passionate kiss which he reciprocated quickly, it felt like a dream still I missed him that’s for sure. We pull apart in what should’ve been awkward silence but was rather comfortable “I should’ve done that earlier” he rests his forehead on mine I’m a moment of pure brain fart I blurt out something that would change us forever.

“he’s yours” a deathly silence was follow with him physically distancing himself I knew he would “what do you mean y/n?” He was running his hands through his hair “I mean Joshua, Joshie… he’s your son” that’s when I broke down I was an awful person “you’re kidding me?” He was quietly whispering and sat beside me “he’s really mine?” He was stunned I nod to confirm “he looks pretty much exactly like you as a kid too” I remember his mother posting a throwback picture and Joshua saw it asking if that was him it broke my heart a little “I know, its why every-time I see him I feel my heart swell” he grabbed my hands to reveal my tear stained face “why hide it from me?” He was soft too soft, he was being gentle with me “you were 22, living your life heck even now you’re 26 still living the same way. You don’t have time or love for a family nor for a son. I protected him from the hurt that neglect would eventually bring him.” I was brutally honest probably too much so “how would you know?” He was defensive I thought this might hurt him “Pierre look me in the eyes and tell me 22 year old you would give up your lifestyle to be a father” he looked defeated I knew him well even after a short time “you probably would’ve ended up hating me” her voice was breaking and so was his heart she was right though and he knew that, he didn’t even want a child now but what he wanted didn’t change the fact he had one. “How can I hate the woman I fell in love with?” It flowed off his tongue so effortlessly “you love me?” Pure shock that described the atmosphere “how could I not? I didn’t take you to my room just for a fuck, I wanted to know you afterwards. You left and I respected that you didn’t want to be mine so I moved on with life, I know know why you never came around again. Wow… I have a son” it looked like he was proud now that all the shit had passed “you can meet him if you want to” still hushed I choke out “please” maybe this might work out now, better late than never I guess. “Oh Pierre” I grab his shirt bringing him in for a kiss “I love you too, can we give this a genuine go?” His forehead don mine once more “of course mon amour, let’s rebuild this family” I was content he knew that, maybe just maybe this family could work.

I didn’t see him again until after qualifying when we passed each other on his way to media I was heading back to hospitality for McLaren with Joshua he winked at me, P6 was good for him Daniel did good to P12 I knew he’d improve, he had fire in his guts no one was gonna say he lost his fight. “Uncle Danny did good” he piped up he wasn’t the most talkative around strangers “he did very well, he will do even better in the race!” I smiles ruffling his hair we stand waiting outside hospitality for him to be finished with everything Charles passed noticing us stopping to say hi, he was Pierre’s best friend so I’m sure Pierre told him about our past Charles signs my son’s white F1 logo cap and gives him a hug it was so cute “thank you Charles” I smile and he returns the favour before running back to wherever he had to go. “Here I was thinking you hated the colour read” from the shadows Pierre appears “may I?” He looks down at my son, his son “of course” I smile placing a reassuring hand on Joshua’s back “hey buddy, what’s your name?” He asks gently “my name is Joshua but I get called Joshie” he smiles dipping his cap to the older man cause him to chuckle “my name is Pierre” my son jumps forward to him “I know you’re number this many” he holds up both hands to signal ten “that’s right I am” he smiles so wide his eyes almost shut Daniel watched from afar “tell me Joshie” the name flowed so smooth from his lips “what’s your favourite colour?” “I like Uncle Danny’s car orange or blue but dark blue it has to be” he looks up at me slightly confused and I pointed to his race suit where the navy blue was he nods taking note for future birthdays “half the drivers have been gushing over how cute he is” I laughed he did have a few drivers with baby fever when he was first introduced “he’s got a handsome father” I mutter hoping he wouldn’t hear but he did “so I’ve heard” he laughs “I have to run, I’m late for the post race meeting, hopefully I’ll see you again little man” he fist bumps Joshie and looks at me exhaling before hugging me and running off Daniel comes up behind me scaring the shit outta me. “That seemed interesting” he smirked time to give up the ghost I guess “he knows about Joshua and we’re gonna try actually give us a go” I looked down “I’m happy for you y/n, I’m glad he’s mature enough to take such steps” I nod he throws his arm around me “oh and I got an amazing opportunity to write and feature for an idol called B.I” I smiled nothing could bring me down honestly “our little girl is all grown up” he wipes a fake tear from his eye “Joshie you wanna come into the briefing?” Daniel asks as the boy’s eyes light up “I’m proud of you” he smiles at me before taking my sons hand walking away leaving me smiling maybe, just maybe this would work out.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #pierre gasly oneshot #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pg10

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maya-matlin · 2 months

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What are your thoughts on Anya and Jane? I'm bringing them up because they were in a whole bunch of episodes yet somehow I literally always forget they exist, which probably doesn't say much about how compelling I found their characters?! I remember loving Jane initially and then thinking the show had no idea what to do with her. And Anya just seemed like such a sheep with no personality or strong opinions of her own, but that seems somewhat intentional?!

That's interesting. I feel like Anya is very memorable, but I can see why she'd be less noticeable compared to other characters.

Anya is complicated. She was one of my top favorites for years. I loved watching her character develop. You're right that Anya was always a follower and allowed herself to be easily misled and sometimes went along with things she didn't actually want just because she didn't care enough to fight it. She was very aimless and seemed to desire romance over stability, even in cases where none of her romances stood a chance of being successful. Anyways, I'm feeling less positively about Anya because I'm struggling to get past the fact she lied about being on birth control when she slept with Sav, therefore raping him by deception? And the thing is, I don't think she ever fully understands that this behavior was wrong, and that she violated the person she claimed to love. All Anya knows is that she shared something special with Sav, and then he quickly broke off their relationship. Her passivity leads to a lot of lying and deceiving to get the outcome she wants. There was the fake pregnancy that she later used to renew her relationship with Sav before going on to lie about a miscarriage. Only to be upset with Sav for yet again lying to his parents about not dating in high school. All those two did was lie to each other. She later lies to an adult man about being a legal adult in order to pursue a romantic relationship. He doesn't get a ton of sympathy for me considering he later made plans to see her again the minute she turned eighteen, but had he been someone with morals that would have been a deal breaker and had some sort of effect on his future dating life. Then there was the Owen relationship. Even though Anya was in a vulnerable place and felt very down on herself, she willingly dated a guy who committed hate crimes against two of her good friends and who is extremely predatory towards any girl that gets too close - Anya included. She pointedly ignores gigantic red flags to get validation. But then, I also like her demeanor? As manipulative and immature as Anya can be, she has good moments and is clearly lost for most of her time on the show. She's not an entirely bad friend, but she also isn't above throwing away that loyalty when it suits her. I don't know. She has a lot of issues.

As for Jane, I agree. Jane bugs me at times because she comes across as very judgmental and is another "not like other girls" character. It almost felt like Jane had a different personality based on the season. I liked season 8 Jane the best. Season 9 Jane was pretty confusing. Suddenly, she was singing in Peter's band and sleeping with Declan. I didn't mind the rationale behind Jane's affair, but it wasn't given a lot of explanation or even much thought. Anyways, sorry. I wish I could give you a better answer about Jane.

#mayamatlinscello #Long post #rape tw

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thepapergirlandthespiegelman · 1 year

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Spoilers for TOUCHSTARVED demo below the cut

He fucking ate me what the fuck he fucking ate me I was not expecting that at all

Like. I defs went into it being like well if he kills me that’s just the price I have to pay ig but I was just. Not expecting it to actually HAPPEN what the Fuck

I am just. Wow

So I die obviously and it forces me back to the previous choice, I wrap that up and then it lets out into the part where you choose which love interest to pursue and I am genuinely shook like I do not know who to choose anymore

Because Vere is the best one like come on 😫 But dude just straight up fucking ate me I think it’s pretty safe to say I can’t trust him anymore 😭 I’m not gonna sit here and try to tame him or whatever like, I have my own problems, I don’t have time to have the one person I choose to trust be literally okay with eating me at any moment. That’s bananas.

But I don’t want anyone but him 😭 He’s so beautiful and charming and troubled and magical, fuck.

I CAN’T BELIEVE HE ATE ME

I mean I kinda respect the creators to be honest like, you play with fire, you might just get burned. They actually went through with the threat rather than it just being horny.

There is, of course, also the possibility that some players did foresee and desire that outcome. Not my bag but y’all do you

But damn. Yeah.

I don’t know, it does feel like maybe jumping the gun a bit????? Like I assume that with all of the characters, there’s supposed to be sort of a “can I really trust them?” tension to the dynamic and this kinda just completely destroys that. I think we can now say pretty safely I can NOT trust him. Can’t trust him not to FUCKING EAT ME anyway

I mean like...I guess there are worse things. He could have sold me into slavery, tortured me, experimented on me, turned me over to the Senobium where they would have done the same, who knows. That last one did scare me, actually, but I figured the Senobium didn’t know about me yet, so they couldn’t force him to do anything to me. The only risks I felt I really had to face were those associated with his choices, and I deemed them acceptable in light of what I might gain from him.

And I paid the price for taking those risks. And now...I don’t even know.

He confided in me, he told me about himself. I felt connected to him, I was anxious to free him, I was starting to trust him. Was that all a lie? Or did he only trust me with that information because he never planned to let me leave alive?

I could still try to pursue him, be more careful. Things might end differently. But what would be the point? My trust is so thoroughly shattered now that I don’t know if I could ever feel close to him again. I wish I could talk to him, interrogate him, which I obviously can’t since that’s not how visual novels work, but also how completely deranged would that be if I could, like, “Oh, just so you know, I’m pissed at you right now cos you fucking ate me in an alternate timeline” and how would he even respond??? I guess he’d probably just be a dick about it. “I did warn you,” he’d say. And I’d be like, okay, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it, sure, you’re dangerous, I’m dangerous! We’re all here trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with ourselves and how to not hurt other people. I didn’t realize you meant that you were that out of control of yourself, or that you truly didn’t care about other people at all. Lots of people say they don’t care for people and they don’t proceed to fucking murder any random stranger they see. I feel alienated too. I thought we could feel alienated together. I thought we had something. But it was just manipulation. It was nothing.

I thought I was reading him accurately. I thought it was just bravado, melodrama, to hide his own fear and insecurity. I thought that beneath all that, he wasn’t really a monster.

But I was, apparently, wrong.

I guess?

I really don’t know. Does he deserve a second chance?

God how am I even entertaining this HE FUCKING ATE ME jesus christ

Maybe he didn’t mean to. Maybe he regretted it.

And maybe I could help him to be better if I tried.

But is it really fair to ask that of me? There’s helping your partner to grow as a person and then there’s living in constant fear of violence from the person you’re supposed to be able to trust the most.

Fuck, now that I think about it, this really makes me distrust the others as well. They were literally all hanging out, relaxed, in a bar, having drinks as friends. Could they truly not know that Vere is that kind of person? Or do they just keep him around in spite of how insanely dangerous he is?

Wouldn’t Leander be incredibly pissed if he found out Vere ate me? Does Vere not care what Leander thinks at all? Or does Leander truly not care? Is he willing to shake off Vere’s casual murders in order to maintain that friendship (or alliance)?

Actually for that matter...does Leander not know that Vere is under the control of the Senobium? How could he let Vere into what is essentially a Bloodhound stronghold if Vere could literally be commanded to do anything the Senobium wants? I mean, it’s possibly Leander doesn’t know, like I said, maybe Vere only shared that with me given my impending death. But...something feels really off.

God I even noticed he had that very similar pleased expression to Valdemar and I thought it was just an unfortunate coincidence I IGNORED THE RED FLAG 😭🤣

I’m...very disappointed. Not, like, in the game necessarily. None of this is necessarily a criticism of the game. Just personally disappointed. I really wanted Vere. I really wanted to trust him. And I got a slap in the face.

No one else is even half as appealing to me. Mhin was my next choice, but I’m so shaken...I no longer trust my ability to read people anymore. Because, like Vere, I feel that while Mhin could be dangerous, I basically understand their personality, and I can protect myself from any actual danger. But can I? Clearly my skills of perception are not so astute as I thought. Will Mhin murder me as well? Or, more likely, simply leave me to die?

I’m now faced with choosing based not only on my estimation of their personality, traumas, whether I feel drawn to and connect with them as a person, but rather whether my immediate, physical safety is at stake. I mean, I find Kuras’ vibes absolutely repellent. Vere can be arrogant and testy, sure, but it reads to me very much like someone feigning strength to hide weakness—much like he strategically hid his leash and put on a persona in order to hide his vulnerable state when I first met him. And while he can be prickly, it more often than not comes off as playful, flirty, or just someone who is emotionally exhausted and not really able to regulate exactly how they communicate all the time. I mean, he strikes me as a bit of a mess and a bit insecure, not as someone who is genuinely malicious, manipulative, or feels superior to others. Kuras’ arrogance feels more sincere, and also completely cold, like he truly does not care what I think at all. Still, he doesn’t seem like he would murder me or leave me to die. Then should he be the one I put my faith in, even if I find him personally insufferable? And he seems to trust and work with Leander and Mhin, so if they’re not trustworthy, then how could Kuras be? Like, I’m really tilted at the fact that they seemed to all be friends, so if one of them is objectionable, then the others are either clueless or complicit, neither of which inspires much confidence.

I’m gonna replay the scene and see if it was more obvious what was going to happen than I thought, like maybe I missed some key detail or blatantly overlooked something obvious due to my horniness. I mean, the choice was “Resist him” or “Surrender” and he had me pinned to a wall. It was hard not to read that romantically/sexually or at the very least for the sexual tension to cloud my judgment. I just...Fuck. He was making me feel so good, so safe, so comfortable. Reading my mind, reassuring me about the things that hurt me most. I thought he was doing that because he liked me, wanted me. But it was empty...he was just playing me...I was nothing to him. How horrible.

Maybe I’m wrong. I’m probably being dramatic. I mean, I’m definitely being uncharitable. I still feel like he must have at least been conflicted about what he was doing or regretted it afterward, I simply cannot believe that everything about his character was just a calculated lie to achieve this simple end. He could eat anyone, after all. Maybe he got scared of the prospect of intimacy and decided the reframe the situation in the way that put him in a position of power and was therefore more comfortable, even if it might deprive him of the rewards of being loved and lead to serious regrets after.

I don’t know, this is all so strange to me. Maybe this is common in visual novels, but coming from The Arcana and Last Legacy (which are obviously inspirations for and share creative talent with this game), this came entirely out of left field. I really look to these kinds of romance games to relax, open up, and feel close to the characters. Having to be on my guard at this level is unfamiliar and maybe something I can’t really accept. It won’t be a relaxing experience if I have to worry about things like being murdered by the love interest. (Again, I know some people are into that stuff, no shade, it’s just not really for me.)

Maybe it could be a different kind of experience from how I usually play these games. Maybe I could just enjoy the story. But it’s definitely different.

Anyway, if anyone else has played and has thoughts on this interaction, I’d be super curious. (But I’d appreciate if you could try not to spoil me as I haven’t played past that point and may still want to continue eventually.)

#text #reaction #video games #visual novel #otome game #demo #prologue #Red Spring Studio #TOUCHSTARVED #Vere #monster boy #violence #spoilers

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deirdreskye · 1 year

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Hi Gally,

I think I have made an absolute mess of things!

I have had plans to get an apartment next semester with a friend who lives closer to where I am moving (in-state) for a while. Recently she has developed a biiiig crush on me, and I have mildly flirted back with on occasion and made the mistake of implying I would be open to dating in the future when we’re living together (I know I am a doofus and this was a terrible idea. Wait it gets worse). Since then I have begun actually dating a girl who lives closer to where I live currently, and it feels like we really click and that things are getting kind of serious, despite me thinking at first that it was just going to be casual sex. My now-girlfriend is poly/open and doesn’t mind that I have a friend who hits on me a bunch, but said friend is the monog type and I’m becoming increasingly anxious about moving in with her - and what kinds of awkwardness and hurt feelings may ensue if she continues to pursue the crush and I’m forced to either outright reject her and renounce my prior flirtatious behavior (which would hurt her feelings a lot and potentially make living with her kind of Suck) or break up with my girlfriend for her (which I really really do not want to do and probably will not do). I’ve never really been in a serious relationship before so if the answer here seems obvious, it is not obvious to me orz. Any advice is greatly appreciated thx

Wow, you really did fuck up LMAO. I won't lie, it is kinda wild that you even entertained, however briefly, the option of breaking up with your girlfriend to date your roommate out of a feeling of obligation because you flirted with her. Yeah, obviously let's not do that. You're gonna have to reject her. That's literally the only option here. The best case scenario is she gets her feelings hurt, then gets over herself and everything is fine. Which I will say is not a particularly unlikely outcome anyway. In fact I'm sure everything will be just fine.

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sincerelyy-youres · 11 months

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Sword Dance (Yandere Fencer Oc × Reader)

TW: Murder (Implied beheading), blood, possessive behavior and implied stalking. Read at your own risk.

When you first thought about it, you convinced yourself that it was love at first sight.

At that time, you were apart in the crowd that supports Gabriel Roze Ortega as he steps into the fencing arena, covered in a white fencing gear that looks a little too oversized for his physique, (Nevertheless, maybe that's just how fencing works?) his head is covered with a helmet, and he seems to be relishing as the crowd screamed and cheered on his name, hoping that he brings the trophy to your school's trophy display.

It was the championship game, and yet he does not appear to be bothered, nor tensed, unlike his opponent, who seems to slowly shrink into his own being upon hearing how loud the students from your school was. And because of that, Gabriel seems to have the spotlight on him althroughout the match.

It felt like a performance on his side. The way he swings his sword with sharpness, always knowing when to strike, and the way he seems to have already calculated the opponent's move way before they even executed it, and had already formulated a way to defend, is really wonderful. It was a sword dance, if it was not fencing.

When he was announced as the winner, your classmates around you roared and screamed with happiness, and you feel yourself clapping in approval, you yourself was satisfied with the outcome. It wasn't until Gabriel excitedly took off his mask and made direct eye contact with you that you had stopped clapping.

You feel your heart beat against you chest, because God, Gabriel Roze Ortega had a face that probably was sculpted by Aphrodite herself. A literal beauty, and the smile he directed towards you, eyes twinkling as if a kid was given an ice cream, you feel your cheeks heat. You didn't know why he was smiling at you, you didn't know why he was looking at you, despite the fact that the two of you never met before, but you threw all those suspicions away because you fell in love at first sight.

And as foolishly as you had fallen in love at first sight, had you pursued him like how a dog would pursue its master.

It was humiliating, really, looking back, now that you have gone past that phase of yours. That phase of endless pursuit, of endless hopes that atleast he would see you more than a fan that supports him in every game, every tour, and in everywhere he goes. He was your dream, but to your dismay, you were just another person in the crowd that gawks at him, and he was already looking the other way; he was already looking at another girl.

That girl that you wished you were ever since middle school: beautiful, petite, smart and pristine. The definition of beauty and brains. She looks like when the sun finally sets in the horizon. She smells like when roses first blooms, and she acts like the first angel that appeared before Mary. She was the heather of your school, and you were no near than what she is. And, what hurts you the most is that you were one of her close, best friends.

So, fearing that you might hurt you very own best friend because of envy, and jealousy, you turned you back away from everything and everyone, including that darned fencer. You shut yourself off completely, ignoring everyone who talks to you. Some even defended your situation, saying that it happens and it will eventually go away, some left you alone, and some...

"(Y/n)! Please... please open the door..."

That heather, the significant other of your crush bangs at the restroom door where you were currently in, and you held in a sob, not wanting to be heard in a room where wall echoes. Perhaps you were trying not to cry to make yourself look strong, or perhaps you wished that she would just go away, and hate and resent the hell out of you, instead of begging you to talk to her and sort things out. That would have been so easy.

"Fine! If you don't wanna talk then don't. Just.. please, I don't want to lose you too."

'I dont want to lose her too.' You thought, as guilt started to creep into your stomach. You should be the one banging in the door, begging her to stay. After everything you've done to her. And yet...

"I...I'm going to go now...If you have decided to finally talk Im waiting for you in the rooftop, after school." then, there was a loud sob, it felt like something she was holding in for a while and you felt your pride shatter.

And before you can even open the door, hug her, and apologize, you hear her heels click away in the hallways, signifying that she already left. Guilt had made its way into your heart, tugging in your soul. You cried hard after she left, rethinking you decisions. But one thing is for sure though, you are going to go to the rooftop after school, apologize, and you swear this won't happen again.

It wasn't her fault that she was in a relationship with the guy you love. It wasn't her fault that you feel envious and resentful of her. She didn't do anything wrong.

Cassandra didn't do anything wrong.

And you were going to set things right. Even if that means hurting your own feelings. Even if that means throwing Gabriel Roze Ortega away. You already have induced so much suffering to your best friend, and to other people you ghosted away.

It's time to set things right.

___

You have a very bad gut feeling when the classes ended.

Of course, practically speaking, you were sure that Cassandra will show up in the rooftop after class and forgive you, but even with that assurance, you know your faults and have been greatly regretting everything you did. However, there was this really bad gut feeling that something is about to happen and something is telling you to just.go.home. Forget about everything, and run away again, like you always do.

But you can't back out now, would you? You were already making your way upstairs! But that gut feeling was still there, gnawing at your soul just like how guilt slowly crept up to you when your best friend banged against the restroom doors a lot of hours ago. You could text her to just meet up at a different place right? But that would be too demanding on your part, would it?

Plus, the two of you still need to talk things over, face to face, as it was never serious in digital conversations. You need to face the consequences of your actions. But then... is this the right time for that? The right place? Or if this is it, can you really face your own problems?

Something really tells you off that this isn't it. Something is terribly wrong right now, and you can't pinpoint as to why. You mean, you are just going to say sorry right? You were just going to reconciliate with you best friend, and then go home... what is wrong with that? why does it feels like something bad is about to happen?

And upon opening the door to the rooftop, did you realize what it was all about.

Instead of clean, white tiles that Cassandra and you used to sit at during lunch time, eating the time away with strawberry latte and bento boxes that she always prepare for the two of you, it was replaced with blood splashed violently around, and Cassandra lying in the middle of it, barely holding onto life itself.

You screamed, or so you thought. Your hand was pressed against your mouth as your knees gave up, losing balance, you fell in the floor. You saw the way Cassandra looked up to you and smiled weakly, but you couldn't even muster the courage to stand and stop the incoming sword that would slash her head from her body. You couldn't, or maybe you did, but you were too late.

Blood splashed from her neck, like a fountain, and you felt it all splash against you. Then it finally sinked into you. Cassandra is dead. She is dead... your best friend- your best friend is dead.

She was fine a while ago, knocking in the bathroom door and now she's dead, she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead SHE'S DEAD-

"Hmm? O-Oh, (Y/n)? Youre here?" A familliar voice spoke up, and you looked up, only to see a face that you do not need to see at the moment. Brown eyes, white complexion, and soft black hair. His lips streched into a lovelust smile, and a blush had spread across his cheeks. But what bothers you the most is why was he making an expression like that. His girlfriend is murdered and yet-!

Wait.

He was covered in blood, and he was holding a sword. A blood covered sword with flesh still hanging at the tip of it. What is this? Did he--!?

"Ah, um... sorry that you have to see me do that, I-" he scratched his head, looking like a shy child being embarassed in front of his mother, then he sighed. "That wasn't in the plan, You weren't supposed to see that, but I guess plan B can still work! Really, planning things beforehand are doing wonders. That how I always win in fencing matches, you see" he proudly says, as if he hadn't just murdered a person, much less his own girlfriend.

"Y-you murdered--"

"Yeah, I killed her because she was starting to deviate from the role I gave her. She was supposed to be a way to get you to leave everyone, not a way to get you to push me away. Really, it was all so annoying." Gabriel took out a handkerchief in his pocket and began wiping blood away from his face, like he was just wiping sweat from practicing fencing. then he sighed, and looked at you again.

You were practically frozen at the spot, trying to process the information. Mixed emotions started to flood into you, and you didn't kow how to act. Gabriel chuckles endearingly at you.

"You know, (Y/n), when I first saw you, I immediately realized that you have to be with me forever. That I wanted to let the world know that you belong to me, and I belong to you. But fuck, You aren't even paying attention to me! So when I heard you talking to your friend about how much you prefer an athletic person, I want to become exactly as how you imagine your dream guy to be, and here I am! Aren't you proud!?" He monologues, and every word that seems to fall in his mouth left you hyperventilating. Upon seeing how pathetic you look like, he frowns in disappointment.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK GODDAMMIT!" he screamed and you flinched as he marched towards the rooftop entrance, and kneeled infront of you. You looked at him in fear, your head started to hurt because of nausea, maybe because of the smell of metallic blood on his clothes or that fact that you best friend was murdered, you don't know. You don't know anymore. You wanted to run. And you wanted so bad to bolt down the stairs when Gabriel suddenly hugged you.

"Here's whats going to happen now, (Y/n)" He tightens his arms around you, pats your back, as if he can give any comfort. "After I sort things out with the death of my dearest ex- girlfriend, you and I will be in a relationship after, do you understand?"

"After all, I need some compensation from that time when you avoided me a lot, no?"

#yandere #yandere oc #yanderecore #yandere x reader #yandere fic #yancore #fenceroc #yeahh my first yandere oc #sincerelyy youres #hes a fencer and the sport is he kills people💀

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What do you think the endgame of Berserk would be like if Griffguts became canon? And what do you think would happen to Charlotte and the rest of the Black Swordsman party as a result?

....that's quite a question!

I mean in part it depends on what you mean by "canon" - if it's just explicit confirmation of their feelings then I don't imagine much would really change since the feelings are already present.

If you mean them literally ending up together romantically that's a WHOLE can of worms like you have to ask how they'd arrive in that place to begin with and then extrapolate from there about what the effects of that would be.

So let's see, if we're arriving at "Griffith and Guts get together" in this hypothetical Berserk ending, the first thing we need to do is ask what would make that possible. And since the question is about what the ending would be like under these circumstances (rather than like, what kind of fanfic would you write about this thing) I'm going to try to stick to things that would be tonally appropriate and fulfill the narrative promise as best as I can and not like, send them back in time or whatever.

So the first step to getting them to a place where they'd get together without completely going off the rails would be getting them on the same side. The good thing is they aren't really motivated by the same things and so their drives could theoretically both be achieved simultaneously.

For Guts I think there's only one real thing that could enable him to let go of his grudge and that is getting Griffith to a place where he can give Guts what he needs in order to move on. This basically means making him feel the weight of his actions and regret them or at least feel bad about it. That shouldn't be that difficult though, you'd just have to unfreeze his heart. It would probably also help if Guts were given some kind of understanding of why Griffith made the choices he did - a view of the Eclipse mindfuck sequence for example. I don't think understanding in itself would be enough but it would be a point along that path.

For Griffith as it stands what he wants is obviously to pursue his ambitions until he runs out of sky, more or less. Also to change the world. ...I kind of feel like once you get Guts to let go of the past, getting him on board with this wouldn't be that hard, but the other thing is that getting Guts on board would mean unfreezing Griffith's heart and if you do that then the entire equation changes since then the dream/ambition ceases to be the thing he is most invested in. So I think you could justify either having Griffith remain on the throne and Guts become like his enforcer/general, or having Griffith make the sacrifice of walking away from it.

I think for shippers in particular the second is more satisfying (well not for me necessarily, but I mean as a generality perhaps?). It's also probably the most... balanced outcome? There's poetry in it for sure - Griffith gave up everyone he loved in order to hold onto his dream, so in order to regain favor with the one he loves, he has to give up the thing he sold them out for. It would also get around the issue of Guts having to like, live and cooperate with the Apostles who ate the Hawks and raped Casca.

So I guess at this point in the brainstorming we have "Griffith somehow gets his emotions back and feels the weight of his actions, then gives up his dream in order to regain Guts' trust and affection."

So what would that mean for the RPG group.

Well I think in order to get to the this point Casca would probably have to be dead already. As long as she's alive Guts would have a very difficult time moving on, because she is a walking reminder of that betrayal. The other two things I can think of would be Casca becoming an apostle, thus removing a lot of the moral tug of war for Guts, or Casca just ditching them. I'm not sure the latter is really in character, though. Either way I don't see her still hanging around if Guts and Griffith made up - it's kind of a smack in the face if she has her memories back.

Isidro probably doesn't care about the moral implications of forgiving Griffith so I don't see why he'd necessarily leave.

I think that, aside from Casca, Schierke would have the biggest problem with it since her nature/background means she knows a bit more than the others about what Griffith is, and more importantly than that, he had Flora killed. So my feeling with her is that she'd be incredibly hurt and would leave.

This puts Farnese in a position where she has to choose between her loyalty to Guts and her loyalty to Schierke. Depending on how much she knows about Casca's background at this point, and depending on what happened to Casca, that could also be a major factor. In any case, given that her primary reason for following Guts was to find her way, and her other thing with Guts is that she's in love with him, but in this scenario he's decided to hook up with Griffith, I think she would ultimately leave with Schierke.

And obviously Serpico goes with Farnese, although I imagine he'd be more ambivalent about the choice itself.

Puck just goes where Guts goes, and Ivalera goes with Schierke.

...So I guess the outcome of this path would be Guts and Griffith traveling with Isidro??!?!

Additional thoughts:

-I'd probably have Schierke, Farnese and Serpico either go back to Flora's forest and try to rebuild there, or keep traveling and learning new things and seeking new systems of magic.

-Does that make Isidro Guts and Griffith's adopted kid, IDEK.

-I guess this route leaves Falconia in Charlotte's hands. I think it's be interesting if Casca became an apostle and then remained in falconia to support Charlotte by keeping the demon armies in check, though I'm not sure it actually makes sense for her to be able to do that. ...also a lot of them assaulted her uh let's kill all of the survivors from the eclipse off so there's just some that didn't assault her. Ahem. EDIT: Actually unless you can find a way to de-godhand Griffith he's still the master of the apostles. so maybe he could just give the eclipse apostles another assignment I guess?

-Locus and Zodd would probably defect from Falconia and follow Griffith around. Two out of five morning Griffith would wake up to find Guts in a physical fight with one of them over some completely inconsequential bullshit.

-I have no idea about the tertiary rpg group. Leave them in Falconia maybe.

-EDIT: With Schierke being gone this leaves Griffith in charge of ego-checking the armor, I think?

Obviously there are other ways to go with it, and it's not even like what I personally would do, but I do think it's one of the more believable routes one could take toward that outcome.

It's tough though - even though I'm the first to say Guts would forgive Griffith if even a good reason to, I do think the story itself is s designed to prevent them from actually getting anywhere. And in the end I feel like if they ever reconcile it'll be on one or both of their death beds.

Or... death battlefields. As the case may be.

#ask #anonymous #ariel talks about berserk

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uncanny-tranny · 1 year

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To start off this ask, I hope you're having a great day <3 Thank you for all the positivity your posts bring to my life.

This is a kind of serious ask, but I don't really have anyone in my life who is reliable enough to talk about this with. Recently, I've seen a lot of news articles about harmful trans clinics. The UK shutting down clinics for trans youth, negative effects of hormones for trans people, etc.

This website I found today is what really sparked this ask: https://www.thefp.com/p/i-thought-i-was-saving-trans-kids

I'm very confused and conflicted. I am trans-masculine. I don't know what to trust. And honestly, I'm scared. I don't know if there's something wrong with my body or mind. I once was excited for top surgery but now I'm worried about making a mistake. I'm worried about how my body will be handled by medical professionals.

My parents keep telling me these terrible stories of people who have detransitioned and have "ruined their lives," but I also know of so many trans people who live wonderful lives and are accepted and loved. I so desperately want that love and acceptance, but now I'm terrified that maybe my life will be "ruined," if I truly am just "being swayed by a cultural agenda."

I was hoping you might be willing to provide some insight.

I'll be real, I've had that same worry before, which didn't help because when I first came out, I was bombarded by stories about the same situation - notably, my dad sharing these concerns of his through stories about a trans soldier he knew personally.

I find that the whole fear surrounding "ruining bodies" and "horrid outcomes" don't place the ultimate authority on the trans people we're talking about. I've found that when people talk about "mutilated bodies", it is from the viewpoint that medical intervention is inherently going to transform a person from being natural (and the worthiness that comes with it) to being undesirable and freakish.

Transition isn't a destination, it is a journey, I think. The scaremongering about detransition is capitalizing on the fear that your body will become a sight of horror rather than a body that belongs to a person. Though detransition rates are low, and transition (including medical transition) has some of the lowest regret rates of other care (hell, knee replacement has higher regret rates), people who have detransitioned are still just as worthy as literally anybody else. Capitalizing on the exaggerated fear of transition and detransition hurts trans people and those who detransition.

There isn't anything wrong with you, anon. You have concerns, and that's completely natural. It is natural to feel the ways you are feeling, and I don't want for one minute to make you feel like you're bad for feeling the ways you do. However, I do caution you to still take into account the fact that you do deserve happiness. If medical transition is something you've looked into, you deserve that option. I can only speak from personal experience, but medical transition has been the best choice I made for myself. There is always the possibility that things turn out in your favour. There is always the possibility of happiness. No matter what you decide to do, you deserve respect and gentleness and the space to exist without expecting to be "perfect" or "right" about every last thing. I hope you can pursue the happiness, whatever that looks like

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #it's taken a long time to really see how much i personally needed to transition - even outside of my internalized issues #and i will say the article itself is some of the same arguments i've heard since 2016 and it's like... is there anything new?#because not going to lie the whole 'there are more mtfs than ftms and that's it' is wrong #and the idea that a person would transition just to fulfill a freudian desire to escape from society's expectations or from one's psyche...#...is just an overcomplicated exaggeration of what is happening #it's almost conspiratorial and it's so weird to watch cis people run around doing this #i did skim the article but i will say i'd be interested in hearing from the people this person worked with #when i went to the gender clinic at the only (?) hospital in my state that had one they certainly didn't help me...#...but that's because they treated me as a sight - they told me everything i already knew then went 'welp that's all we can do go home now'#so forgive me for being suspicious of the story that 'i worked in a gender clinic and it was a nightmare scenario for the poor children'#like i'm just one story but hearing from other trans people it tends to be a nightmare for us to even get the most basic of care y'know?#i just think a ton of the pressure would be alleviated if trans people could fucking breathe without being psychoanalyzed all the damn time #there wouldn't be so much pressure to never regret anything and transition 'right' if we accepted that humans are varied #i'm just tired of the same discussions and for trans people to be ignored every single time (not directed at anon)#sorry for ranting anon. i didn't want to get caught up in this tangent in the answer #it's amazing to be trans and to have a pet peeve of repeating yourself over and over /lh #because like i've been repeating this tag rant as a trans person for years and yet cis people still posit these ideas #without any changes or nuance or recognition that trans people exist and continue doing so even if you don't believe them #*inserts chart of left-handed rates between the nineteenth and twenty-first centuries ect ect*

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