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#I know it's about persistence but I really really want and need cash
tsumskz · 7 days
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ skz being your sugar daddy pt2 ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆
— reader x maknae line —
minor DTI
warnings : implications of sex
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han jisung :
he’s stubborn about it and only for his entertainment. insisting that you don’t need that extravagant piece of furniture you saw on tiktok but in his head he’s already adding it to the cart and buying it.
telling you “no” so many times so you sulk for the next couple of days till he’s texting you to check your front door because there may or may not be something there for you.
the only payment he wants in return is kisses and maybe something extra but we’ll leave that between you guys.
you’re his pretty princess and he’s gonna make sure you get treated like one.
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felix :
he’s a boujee bitch himself so of course he’s getting everything matching when he sees something you’d look absolutely stunning in.
other members always tell him that he spoiles you too much but he doesn’t care, nothing could ever be enough because you’re his one and only.
laughs when you complain that you have too much stuff but the second he mentions going shopping you’re all ears like a dog that heard the word “walk”.
no amount of nagging about too much this and too much that will stop him from making sure everyone’s jaws drop when you enter a room.
his sweet dress up darling.
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seungmin :
god, he’s persistent and so you are on not letting him pay for everything. he’s just dying to whip his card out and scan it without a second thought.
quite literally begs you to let him get you that pretty dress you’ve mentioned a couple times. he always gets the same response “no, if i really wanted it. i’d get it myself” like a knife right thru his heart.
he’s not gonna listen to you though. sneaky bitch gets it for you anyways. laying it on your bed with a note before he leaves your place. “only the best for the best ;)” with the time and place of your favorite restaurant.
he won’t ever take no for an answer especially when it comes to splurging on his baby.
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I.N :
could be chilling on the couch, you coming up to him to let him know you’re going out with friends. before a word can be said he’s getting up to grab his wallet handing you a hand full of cash.
you expect nothing less from him. i mean he bought you everything you’re wearing on your body including the sexy lingerie underneath. which you “accidentally” gave him a peak when you grabbed your shoes.
makes him feel good knowing he has more than enough to pay for your expensive life style.
you love spending his money and you’re starting to think he loves it more than you do.
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nebula-blitzar · 1 month
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Just kinda in the mood to post this so like
There’s a lot of rumors and speculations on how Fizz and Oz met and when so I thought I would share my personal theory.
I think when the incident first occurred, Mam freaked the fuck out because he had just signed a contract, had been doing work for him on the side, and made him lots of money. So Mam calls up Oz and asks him for prosthetics for cheap. They were decent quality (especially for the price,) and Oz had written instructions and stuck them to the prosthetics so Mam would see them. Mam, being the lazy ass he is, threw them away and just gave Fizz the prosthetics, with no guidance on how to use them.
Now Fizz was further indebted to Mammon, so he couldn’t really leave. He worked full time for him, and was still paid as much as he needed to get by (decent apartment, food). At some point along this timeline, Mam also had Asmodeus make the Fizz-bots, which lightened the load. But Fizz’s performances became more intense, and further put stress on him.
I do want to note I have a theory that imps with irises (all the time) have chronic anxiety or other problems. Since other imps’ irises only appear when they’re upset in some way, shape, or form. So that would be Barb, Blitzø, and Fizz. Cash didn’t have irises, but Tilla did, and since she was sick and shit, it kinda makes sense.
So with all of this stuff happening to Fizz and around Fizz with no one to help him, he had worsened anxiety. But he kept performing since he felt so indebted to Mammon. Around the four and a quarter year mark, Fizz started to feel some pain where his limbs were attached to his body. So he asked Mammon. Mam, being the asshole he is, said no, obviously, so he just kinda..kept performing through the pain.
Since the pain was persistent enough to get in the way of Fizz’s performances, he kept asking Mammon. Finally, Mam let him go do it so he would shut up about it. So Fizz and Oz finally got to meet in person, and they learned the problem was basically some pretty severe friction burns from not wearing them properly (y’know since Mam threw the instructions away) and so Oz was pissed about Mammon not listening to him (as always) and wanted to call him to give him a piece of his mind.
Fizz stops him, saying it’s a bad idea, and that Fizz will get in more trouble, so he doesn’t call Mam.
Then Fizz leaves, and Oz goes back to work, but not without texting Bee asking if they can meet up (if you don’t hc Bee and Ozzie as friends we can’t be friends/j) sometime soon. Bee is obviously like totes dude and a few days later, they meet up.
Oz asked to hang out to consult Bee on the fact he kinda had a crush on Fizz, Bee is super excited (duh) and is like tell me everything they talk more and come to the conclusion Oz has a genuine crush, and him and Fizz should talk more.
Oz doesn’t want to be awkward and text Fizz just to talk, but lucky for him, a few weeks later, Fizz applies for a job application at Ozzie’s, cause he wants to be able to afford some luxuries, and for that he needs more money, and Mammons not gonna give him a pay raise. Since Fizz actually is a really good fit for the job, he gets it.
Anyway the pair get really close both business wise and friend wise, and Fizz does more shifts at Ozzie’s. Mam isn’t actually that mad since he has the Fizz-Bots to perform, advertise and sell.
At some point near the five year mark, the pair kiss, and while both sides enjoy it, it keeps both of them up late. So the next day after Ozzie’s closes they talk it out and end up accidentally confessing their feeling to each other.
So yeah that’s first meeting, how they got together, and why they got to know each other. I am writing a fanfic about this in more detail, and this is probably not the last time I mention this theory, so stay tuned!
Ps thanks for reading this long ass rant lol
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cleostoohot · 2 years
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒
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i participated in @halokisses’s 3 day challenge last weekend. the challenge was great, i’ve grown to love blanket affirmations more and more. i manifested so many things i highly recommend this to all of you who have so many desires but don’t know where to start and/or want that hot summer glow up!
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︴whole desired body
» one thing i was always indecisive about was the body i wanted. one day i want to be thick and curvy the next day i want to be slim and petite. recently i was more on the slim and petite side and i’m so happy i stuck with that because i manifested being 110lbs (i was in my 120s before). the shape i have now is so sexy and slender. my body is so toned but it doesn’t look like i work out, it just looks like i’m just one of those people who was blessed and born with a naturally toned body lol. i still have pretty round hips and another thing i noticed is my tits are so perfect! i really don’t need a bra at all anymore which is a major plus because one thing i hate is wearing a bra in hot weather.
︴glass skin
» when i say there’s not a single flaw on my face, there is not a single flaw on my freaking face. my skin has never been this clear or had this glow. my menstrual cycle is also coming up and usually i’d get one or two little pimples but there’s not a pimple on my face.
︴baby hairs
» this one shocked me bc of how random it is. my baby hair got so much fuller and longer! i always wanted to do the dramatic baby hair look (like jayda wayda) but i never had the natural long ones. i can’t wait to style them with some straight backs omg- plus they’re not coiled up which makes them easier to do.
︴big lips
» my lips got freaking huge!! they were already a normal big before but now they’re big af! it looks so good on me and i love the way my lips look when i smile MM! i spent like 5 minutes in the mirror just staring at myself.
︴perfect teeth
» i had kind of small teeth which didn’t look bad at all, but this new look is wayyy better. my teeth are way more normal sized and perfectly shaped. they also look way whiter than before but i never really pay attention to the shade of my teeth fr.
︴face shape
» my jawline got so much sharper! it’s such an attractive look i didn’t even realize how sharp it got until i seen myself on my sisters story. i actually said “dayummm” when i saw myself. i’m a real fine ahh mf lmao.
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BONUS MANIFESTATIONS
i’m pretty positive i manifested these just from persisting in “i always have my desires in less than three days”.
︴money bagg clo
⋙ this is the big success i was talking about a few days ago. i manifested 5k out of the blue. my sister was gambling and she talked about how she almost won 5k and all i said was “damn, i wish you won so you could give me the whole 5k” as a joke. when i checked my cash app the next morning 5k was added to my previous amount. there was no notification about it being sent or anything plus i think the max amount you can send is 1k a month or something. i never had no big money manifestation like that and it had me so shook.
︴monte crisco
⋙ if you never had a monte crisco, you are missing outtt! those sandwiches are heaven sent and i was craving one bad! how bout my aunt brought me one for brunch tb some “i think you’d like this” UM YES? i was so happy i damn near got pissed off lmfaooo
︴winning crash bandicoot
⋙ that game is so hard i just be wanting to kick my tv. i was stuck on this one level for too long and within doing this challenge i passed it so easily. i just was going for it and didn’t fail once. it was a big relief and saved my tv from a tragedy.
︴packages
⋙ i ordered a lot of clothes shein and some hair. both packages were going to take so long to finally get to my house and even though i won’t be home any time soon, i just wanted it to be there. my packages went from taking almost weeks to only 3 days! my dad called me and said “did you mean to ship them here or did you want me to send them to your sisters house?” i was like what is this mf talking about but when he said it was a “sheen package and stuff” lol i was like ikyfllllll.
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the affirmations i chose were “i always have what i desire in less than three days” and “i glowed up for summer in less than three days”. do this challenge y’all! this is definitely some of the best successes I’ve ever gotten. and i’m also so proud of y’all who decided to do it with me, muahhh. love y’all <33
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anglingforlevels · 7 months
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Through the Mountains (Paranormal Investigator Reader x Yan!Creatures)
A small concept blurb about a paranormal investigator that attracts the supernatural. Reader is honestly having such a good time doing it that they’ve thrown the horror genre out of the story.
CW: Death, Light Body Horror, Not Proof-Read, Not really a story just a concept, Yandere (more suggested than shown in this), monsterfuckery, Reader's morality is dubious at best.
Minors DNI
Humans have always been both fearful and drawn by the unknown, looking to the vastness of space or the depths of the oceans. But we know very little about the earth we stand on – hidden in creaks and shadows, or sometimes even plainly in sight, lies the unknown, beckoning us forth.
And you have never been one to ignore a call.
Already from an early age, you had noticed things, oddities that set themselves apart from what others believed to be possible or real. You didn’t particularly believe in magic, anything could be magic as long as it was unknown, but you didn’t care much to unveil the science of these oddities either, you were simply enthralled by what you didn’t know.
And the unknown seemed enthralled by you as well.
From the curious pebble-figures there’d wander through the gardens to move rocks – and who had left many small presents for you to slithering and clicking creatures there’d cling to your shadow, melting it to the ground so that you were forced to stay.
All manners of creatures, from harmless to terrifying to downright confusing, flocked to you, which was perfect for someone with your enthusiasm. It was obvious you’d make use of this to study them in full, traveling around with your notebooks and gear, hoping to study a new oddity every day.
Some days were more difficult than others, some creatures more persistent than others. You were much flimsier than they were, happy to fly from one thing to the other, it was the way you preferred. One oddity was far from enough, you needed to see everything the world had to offer. They were much more content with just you, and rarely willing to let you go on your merry way.
Alas, as someone setting out to be an expert in this field, you welcomed the challenge. It only meant that you had to be thorough in learning about the creatures, as to foil their attempts at keeping you, so it wasn’t much more than further encouragement to you.
Besides, it was a fair trade-off for getting the chance to meet them to begin with.
You were tracking through the mountain forests presently, returning from the peak of the mountain, which you had visited to get some good readings and pictures of the place to better understand the habitat of the oddities who made this place their home. Though the equipment was heavier than you cared for, thus you had hired a helping hand from the local town at the foot of the mountain.
Tally, a fit twenty-something that had wanted the extra cash and had the needed youthful hubris to disregard the warnings of their elders, who had grown up with the tales of dangerous monsters and disappearing trekkers in the mountains. They had shrugged it off as old wives tales, and you were grateful for that, because every other young adult you had asked, had assumed it was wild animals.
They wouldn’t go far in life with that attitude, but you appreciated it greatly.
“How are you so familiar with the mountains?” Tally asked, as you decisively led the two of you through the terrain. It was a fair question, there was no man-made paths here, after all, people did tend to go missing in the mountains.
“Oh, I’ve been here before, but I usually never bothered with the village beyond restocking. But I needed extra muscle this time around.” You explained while fiddling with some of the pictures from the instant camera you also had brought along.
“See,” Tally said with a satisfied smile, “I knew all those stories were bu-“
You shushed them. “No swearing, remember?”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Force of habit.” Tally apologized. When you had hired them, one of your set rules was no swearing in the mountains. “So, what exactly have you been studying since you visited here? Is there some kind of animal native to this mountain or something?”
“I don’t know about native, but most of them have probably been here longer than your village at least. At least, that’s what suggested by the stories your town tell.” You weren’t really paying much attention till you realized Tally had stopped up.
They groaned. “Stories? Don’t tell me you’re here to look for monsters.”
“Of course not.” You waved your hand dismissively, earning a sigh of relief from Tally. “I’ve already found them, well, most of them I’m guessing. I just wanted to know a bit more about their living habitat, I may not look it, but I’m a professional.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I’ve been told that jokes aren’t my strong suit, so no.” You simply said, growing a little impatient at the fact Tally still wasn’t walking.
“Right… If these things were real, don’t you think you’d be dead by now.” It was a fair point, albeit Tally’s dry delivery hurt a little.
“Most of the things in this mountain only act if provoked, besides, they like me. Death is usually the only thing I don’t have to worry about, they usually try to take me rather than my life. But I’m very good at what I do, I don’t mess up, so I always manage.” At this, Tally lifted an eyebrow, looking perplexed and completely unconvinced.
” So, if you slip up, even once, you might be taken by any given one of these so-called "monsters"?"
“The quotation marks hurt a bit but yes. But what other choice do I have but to continue? Either risk being whisked away eternally to the obsessive whims of creatures who work on moral and biological systems beyond humanity’s ken or not go looking for weird creatures?”
“…See, that sounds like a very easy dilemma.”
“Exactly, I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“This is so fucking dumb.” They sighed.
“Ah,” you sighed with a troubled smile, “Swearing is off limit in this forest, remember?”
“Huh? Uh, sorry it was a- grh!” They let out a pained grunt, their eyes traveling down to their legs, where something beneath their skins were rapidly crawling up their legs. They fell to the ground, howling in pain.
“Yeah, the thing in this forest really took that youth pamphlet about not doing drugs or swearing to heart, it considers swearing a sign of hostility.” You explained though they did not seem very interested in what you had to say.
“Do something!”
You scratched your neck awkwardly. You did feel bad, it looked very painful to watch small bulges and bony finger push against their skin, traveling upward their bodies. But… “It’s contagious at this point, I don’t want that thing in my body. Trust me, even when it’s not trying to kill, it’s a hassle.”
If they had a response to that, they never got a chance to say it, as their eyeballs were pushed out of their head and bony, tree-like fingers poked through their cheeks and mouth. They collapsed on the ground, the gear they had been carrying clattering to the ground.
“Guess this means I’m carrying all of this back myself.”
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jostyriggslover96 · 2 years
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Unexpected Connections Pt.1
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Summary: Y/N has a complicated history with Navy men and has sworn off dating them completely. When she finds herself working at the Hard Deck to earn some extra money, Navy men are hard to avoid. Catching the eye of Rooster, Y/N is determined to avoid any potential feelings she may have for him, despite his persistence. Will Y/N be able to avoid her feelings for Rooster and avoid the Navy man that made her resent the profession? Or will she make some unexpected connections that she can’t shake off?
AN: Sooo, this is my first Top Gun: Maverick fic! I haven’t written anything about something that wasn’t hockey players in forever, so be gentle with me while I get into the groove with this story. It’s going to be a bit of a slow burn, but trust me, Rooster will get some love in this fic. Thanks to @bradshawsbaby​ and @callsign-milano​ for helping me iron out my ideas. Huge thanks to @hockeyboysimagines​ for always encouraging me to continue writing. Enjoy and if you want to be tagged, let me know!
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, complicated history with a parent, Jake being Jake.
Word Count: 2.9k
Pt. 2
Unexpected Connections Pt.1
The sun was beaming over the Hard Deck as you tossed your aviators in your cup holder. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, you let out a shaky breath. Were you really doing this? You hadn’t set foot in the popular bar since your 21st birthday, which was anything but the night of your life. You had vowed you would never step foot in the Hard Deck again, not risking seeing Him again. Things changed when Penny took ownership of the bar and your teacher’s salary wasn’t quite cutting it anymore. Summers were long for teachers and you needed a new car. Plus, what are the odds that you would run into Him? He was getting a little old for the bar scene, he’d probably be spending his Friday night playing ball with his kids or having a family movie night. With Penny running things, you were certain he wouldn’t risk showing his face around the Hard Deck again, not after what he did to your family.
Jumping in your seat as you heard a nearby car door slam, you took a few deep breaths. Inhale and exhale, you thought as you attempted to push the thoughts of your father out of your mind. Stepping out of the car you smoothed your black t-shirt out and hesitantly walked towards the doors to the Hard Deck. Pausing with your fingers on the handle, you bit the bullet and yanked the wooden door open. It was like stepping back in time, the bar looking exactly the same as it did 7 years ago. You were pretty sure some of the same regulars were still there. Feelings of dread started to set in as you took in your surroundings, noticing all the young Naval officers occupying the tables and pool area. Just as you were debating if you should turn back around you caught Penny’s gaze from the bar. Her small smile melted your fears away, with Penny by your side you could handle anything that came your way. Penny was helping you out with this job and you refused to let her down; the woman was practically your second mother.
 Quickly making your way to the bar, you brushed past two young aviators at the dart board. You guessed they were aviators based on their uniforms. Growing up in the small Naval town, you learned a thing or two about uniforms. Coming from the family you came from, there was no way you wouldn’t recognize the pilot’s uniforms. You noticed the blonde pilot watching you stroll behind the bar and greet Penny with a tight hug. Shaking off the aviators gaze you focused on Penny as she finished pouring a pint for a gentleman at the bar.
“How are you honey?” she asked while taking the cash from the man and dropping it in the register.
 “I’m alright Pen,” nervously tucking your hair behind your ear as you met the bar owners gaze. She could read you like a book and you could tell she sensed your anxiety.
 “I know it’s different being here, but he never comes in so don’t worry,” her hand brushing your arm reassuringly. “Now, I know you bartended in college. Any questions or are you ready to jump in?”
 “I’m good to get going, thanks Pen,” shooting her a smile before throwing your hair up with an elastic. You turned to the few folks sitting at the bar, checking that they had everything they needed. One of them asked for a pint of Coors Light, as you turned to the beers on tap you were startled to see the blonde aviator that was watching you earlier leaning against the bar top. He smirked at your flustered demeanor while you tried to focus on pulling the beer.
 “You must be new around here, I know I would never forget such a pretty face,” his lips twisting into a smile. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you passed the beer to the customer, taking the cash he passed to you.
 “Not new, just not a regular here,” attempting to flash a sweet smile to earn yourself better tips.
 “Jake Seresin, but you can call me Hangman,” he extended a hand for you to shake.
 “Your callsign is Hangman?” you took his hand in yours, raising an eyebrow as he pulled away. “Where’d you come up with that one?”
 “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” his gaze intense as you dropped his hand. Chuckling to yourself, you shook your head. Aviators sure were cocky. “Does the pretty new bartender have a name?”
 “Stop calling me pretty and I might tell you,” turning and walking across the bar before he could respond to you, stopping to help some new customers who approached the bar. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the aviator, Jake, walk back to his friends who were now at the pool table laughing. Sighing, you rolled back your shoulders and focused on the task at hand. You were here to bartend, not appease the cocky customers.
 As your first hour on the job passed, you found it easier to not focus on the aviators in the corner as the bar filled with more and more people. It was packed in the Hard Deck, even by typical Friday night standards Penny pointed out as she passed you with a tray of drinks. It was hard not to notice that the group of aviators in the corner grew in size as time passed. Each new arrival was cockier than the next. Most were in uniform, you weren’t sure if it was because they were used to the structured Navy lifestyle or if they knew more civilians would hit on them if they wore them.
 As you were loading beer bottles onto a tray you noticed a tall tan man with sandy brown hair and a tacky Hawaiian shirt enter the bar. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you saw his muscles ripple while he took off his aviator sunglasses and searched the bar for whoever he was meeting. No uniform was a good sign for you because there was no way in hell you would ever go home with a Navy man. Not after how your father treated your mother. The attractive brunette met your gaze for a moment before he flashed you a smirk that melted you to the core and pushed through the crowd to the pool tables. You attempted to focus on your tray of full drinks but couldn’t help getting distracted as the handsome mystery man started greeting the aviators in the corner. They greeted each other like old friends, making your stomach drop as you realized he must be a pilot too. Groaning in disappointment, you lifted your tray and made your way to the table of college aged guys who barely glanced up from their phones and conversations about some kind of sports to thank you for the drinks. Turning to head back to the bar, you noticed the route you took before was crowded with people meaning you had to go around the pool table to get back to the bar.
 Shit, here we go. Dropping your tray to your side you stood tall and started walking towards the group of aviators. Keeping your gaze forward you tried not to acknowledge any of them in hopes of avoiding any attempts at conversation. Just as you were weaving your way through the crowd of pilots you felt a gentle hand on your arm. Spinning slightly, you heard a familiar voice.
 “I didn’t know you were working here Y/N!” Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace exclaimed as she dragged you into a hug before you could protest.
 Smiling brightly at the only pilot you actually liked, “Well I needed something to keep me busy in the summer.”
 “I could keep you busy!” you heard over your shoulder. Glancing around you saw one of the pilots who was in with Jake earlier.
 “In your dreams hot shot,” rolling your eyes before turning back to Natasha who looked unimpressed by her fellow aviators.
 “Coyote don’t be such a creep. That goes for all of you animals, treat this lady with respect,” her warning tone intense as she lectured the others. “Boys, this here is Y/N, one of the best high school teachers in the district,” Natasha commented before introducing the crew of aviators to you. You learned the gorgeous brunette from earlier went by Rooster.
 Shooting her a grateful look, you waved to the others as they muttered their greetings. You noticed Rooster was staring you down with the sexiest expression that could defeat your willpower within a second. Breaking away from his gaze you turned back to Natasha, “you’re still at Top Gun?” She nodded with a smile, just as she was opening her mouth to respond, she was interrupted by the cocky blonde from before.
 “Wait how do you know each other?” Jake rudely inserted.
 “Well Bagman, some of us at Top Gun take public education seriously and actually go out to the schools for presentations,” Natasha fired back.
 “Natasha came to my grade 11 class in the fall to talk to my students,” you offered before quickly bidding farewell and promising Natasha you would catch up soon. As you finally broke away from the group to return to the bar you heard your mystery man speak for the first time.
 “Phoenix, you’ve gotta set me up with her,” his voice as smooth as velvet. You wanted to get lost in him, but you knew you couldn’t. All Navy men were the same and you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt.
 “Sorry Rooster, she’s not into Navy men,” you heard Natasha respond, smiling as your friend had your back, you rushed back to the bar and got back to work. The night went by quickly as you and Penny were swamped with drink orders. Thankfully last call came and went while the bar started to clear out. The group of Navy pilots headed out as Natasha sent you a wave before exiting out the door with her friends. You returned the wave, slightly disappointed that her friend Rooster didn’t come chat with you. It was for the best though, you could already tell he was trouble that you couldn’t afford to get wrapped up in. You were wiping up the countertop when your hand collided with someone else’s. Clutching your chest as you jumped, glancing up at your brunette mystery man.
 “Shit warn a girl next time,” you chuckled as the aviator held your gaze. He let out a low rumbling laugh that made your heart sing as you went back to work.
 “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
 The silence was deafening, “Umm, nice performance earlier,” you mentioned, referring to his rendition of Great Balls of Fire that he graced the patrons of the bar with. The man truly had a gift with the piano.
 “Thanks,” his smirk returning to his face. “I’m curious about something though,” he trailed off.
 “Oh?” raising an eyebrow at his elusive questioning before moving on to polishing the pint glasses.
 “I heard you aren’t interested in Navy men,” his eyes piercing yours as the glass almost slipped out of your hand.
 “Shit!” you exclaimed as you fumbled to catch the glass, Rooster smiling at your clumsiness. “Uh, yeah, I’m not. Not my type,” you stammered as your cheeks grew warmer by the second.
 “Hmm, not sure I buy that,” his eyebrow raised as he tucked his sunglasses into his white undershirt. You smiled as you noticed that you had the same sunglasses in your car outside.
 “Rooster is it?”
 “You ma’am can call me Bradley,” he said with a smile that was sure to drop your panties. You practically gulped at the show he was putting on, he sure was persistent.
 “Rooster—”
 “Bradley,” he quipped. Fuck him and his quick wit or whatever.
 “Bradley,” you said with a sweet smile. “It’s complicated. Before you ask why, last call was 30 minutes ago, and I want to go home, so it’s time for you to go big guy,” gesturing to the door so he would take the hint. Rooster stepped back from the bar, head dropping in defeat.
 “Alright, well I guess I’ll see you around Y/N,” your name dripping off his lips like honey. You desperately wanted to run around the bar, throw your arms around the tall handsome stranger and ask him to take you home, but thought better of it. You couldn’t and wouldn’t go there.
 “Goodnight Bradley,” you called as he left the bar without a second glance. You spent the rest of the time closing up with Penny and wondering if this is how your mom felt when she met your dad. I mean, it had been this very town they met in so many years ago. Both were too young to be in the bar on a Friday night, but struck up conversation on the beach. Your mom always told you after one conversation, she was smitten with your father and that’s how she got on that rollercoaster ride that led to you a year later.
 You felt like you were floating as you wished Penny goodnight and she gave you that knowing look, she had clearly seen the whole exchange. Making your way out to your car, ignoring the patrons lingering on the beach you swung your car door open and got inside. Inserting your key and turning it, you heard your engine make the revving sound, but it didn’t start. Twisting your key again, your engine revved but again wouldn’t start. “No, come on girl,” you muttered to yourself.
 You were starting to feel desperate as you continued to try your key and your car continued to be difficult. Shit, what now? Resting your head on the steering wheel, you were thoroughly done with this whole evening. Suddenly a knock on your window snapped you out of your thoughts. Glancing up, you noticed Rooster or Bradley was standing outside your car. Opening your car door and stepping out, you started at him expectedly. “Probably not a good idea to approach women in a parking lot at night,” you teased as you leaned against your silver Jetta.
 “I just heard your car struggling and thought I would help,” he offered, his hands up in defense.
 “Ugh, my battery is probably toast. This car is not long for this world.”
 “Well, let me give you a ride home. It’s late,” he gestured to the blue Bronco behind him for, clearly hoping you would take him up on his offer.
 “No, that’s okay. I’ll just walk,” hesitant to get into a car at night with a man you’d just met.
 “You can’t walk alone this late.”
 “It’s not far, I’m just fine.”
 “C’mon, Phoenix would kill me if something happened to you. I swear I will be total gentleman.”
 It was late, and you were so tired. Normally you would say no, but the only thing you wanted to do was to climb under the sheets in your bed and fall into a coma. “Fine, thanks for the offer,” grabbing your purse from your car and making sure it was locked.
 Bradley opened the door and helped you inside his vehicle. He quickly ran around to the driver’s side and before you knew it you were pulling out of the parking lot. The ride was silent as you stared out the window enjoying the breeze on this warm summer night. Bradley seemed to know the area where you lived once you told him, so you didn’t need to help him navigate. He kept his eyes forward the whole 5 minute drive, true to his word he was a gentleman. As he pulled up in front of your house you felt compelled to ask him something, the words blurting out before you could stop yourself.
 “Were you waiting for me tonight?” It was a valid question, you had sent him home at least 20 minutes before you came outside.
 He let out a rumbling chuckle as he shook his head, “Just enjoying the evening, the beach is always my favorite at night.”
 “Yeah, me too,” you mumbled to yourself. “Well thank you for the ride, you were the perfect gentleman as promised,” you offered a smile as you turned to the door, pulling the handle to welcome in the night breeze.
 “No problem. I’ll win you over, you’ll see,” he smirked as you stepped out of the vehicle.
 “Not likely,” you scoffed.
 “I know, it’s complicated,” he commented before you could. “Have a good sleep Y/N.” You waved goodnight to the handsome aviator before making your way inside.
 As you drifted off to sleep that night you couldn’t help but feel sick to your stomach. You could tell you were attracted to this man, but he was the exact type you swore you would never end up with. Trying to shake it off, you snuggled further into your pillow. Little did you know, that aviator would spend the next day harassing Phoenix for any information she had on you, which was very minimal much to his chagrin. Penny would also spend the next day commenting on the instant connection she noticed between the two of you. You were in trouble for sure.
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voidpetrova · 7 months
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lose to love II — stefan salvatore x reader
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part 1 can be found here
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content warnings and genre: swearing, miscarriage, grief — angst
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
synopsis: synopsis: all he's ever wanted was a child, and all you've ever wanted was to give him one
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in the aftermath of the heart-wrenching loss that had shattered both your world and stefan salvatore's, the air around the salvatore boarding house hung heavy with an unbearable silence. the vibrant life that once filled its walls now seemed replaced with an oppressive emptiness that left everyone grappling for words.
stefan, his eyes cast down, became a master of isolation, retreating to the depths of his pain. the vibrant spark that used to animate his every move had dulled, leaving behind a void that even his brother struggled to breach. the relentless pain held him captive, a prisoner in his own grief-stricken heart.
meanwhile, you fought your own battle. your face, a masterpiece of concealment, wore a mask of strength that belied the torrent of emotions within. each shopping trip, each new addition to your wardrobe, was a stitch in the elaborate façade you wove - a tapestry of normalcy hiding the jagged edges of your sorrow.
one day, as the sun cast a warm golden glow on the streets of mystic falls, stefan's voice, raspy yet tender, pierced the veil of your apparent normalcy. “i love you,” he whispered, the words drifting through the air like fragile petals.
but it wasn't stefan who appeared by your side in the wake of his heartfelt confession. instead, it was damon, his gaze a curious mix of concern and amusement as he noted your shopping bags. “you really think retail therapy is gonna fix this?” he quipped, a glint of understanding in his eyes.
you scoffed, slinging your brand new bag that contained a fresh pair of heels you had just purchased, over your shoulder. “leave me alone, damon. it's called coping.” he scoffed, leaning into the reclining chair on your front porch as he eyed you. “i've heard of crying and alcoholism, but shopping the pain away? are you joking?”
“mind your own business, damon,” you shot back, your tone curt as you turned to face him. his lips curved into a half-smile, undeterred by your dismissive response. “oh, i intend to mind my business,” he said, a glimmer of seriousness entering his eyes. “but i also happen to love my brother and sister-in-law. i'm doing what stefan asked me to do—i'm watching over you.”
your eyebrows knitted together, caught off guard by his unexpected sincerity. "this isn't something you can fix, i don't need to be watched over.."
damon's gaze held yours, his tone softening. “i'm not trying to fix anything. just offering a reminder that you don't have to bear this burden alone. stefan loves you, you know.”
you clenched your jaw, a mixture of frustration and sadness welling up within you. “stefan has his own way of dealing with things, just like i do.”
damon's expression remained unwavering. "and isolating yourselves isn't helping either of you. sometimes the pain becomes less unbearable when shared."
your resolve wavered, the walls you'd built cracking slightly under the weight of damon's persistence. “this is our struggle, not yours.”
days turned into weeks, and your life settled into a surreal rhythm. yet, as the sun set and the moon took its place, you found yourself increasingly aware of a persistent presence - damon, watching from the shadows, a sentinel of emotions too complex to put into words.
and then came that fateful day, a crisp breeze carrying a note of change. as you exited the store, your thoughts consumed by the contents of yet another bag, you turned to damon with a determined glint in your eye.
“here,” you said, offering him a folded check, a token of your desperate attempt to buy space for your own grief. “take the money and stop following me, stefan won't know about a thing.”
damon's lips curled into a wry smile as he accepted the check, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "that's a big load of cash," he mused, his gaze unwavering as he led you to his car. you nodded as your grip tightened around the bag. "i don't exactly have a bank account set up, you mind if we go and cash this?" you nodded, relief flooding you as you obliged, happy to get rid of him once and for all. “no problem.”
the two of you entered his car, with you right next to him. damon folded the check and slid it into his pocket, just before he locked the car doors. you tensed up, a fearful look on your face. “i gotta admit something, (y/n),” he began, his cold tone sending nothing but fear down your spine as he began driving. “stefan didn't really send me to protect you.”
you had missed the bank by a long shot. damon had pulled up into the local park, unfortunately surrounded by the sound of silence and lack of people. “would you look at that, nobody else here. got it all to ourselves,” he murmured as he unlocked the doors. “let me get something from the trunk, go find us a good spot.” your eyes fell on the shovel in the depths of his trunk.
you didn't waste a second getting out—you ran, ran like your life depended on it. your heart pounded in your chest, your anxiety escalating as the gravity of the situation began to sink in. you didn't waste a second; you seized the opportunity and practically threw yourself out of the car, your instincts screaming at you to escape. you ran, your footsteps echoing through the desolate park as if each one carried the weight of your fear. your breath came in ragged gasps, and you pushed yourself harder, driven by an overwhelming need to get away. you glanced back, eyes falling on damon.
“where the hell are you going?”
with a balloon.
“you're not gonna kill me?” your words were nothing but serious, but damon couldn't believe what he was hearing.
“i hadn't planned on it, jesus,” he was exasperated as he stood there like a bobblehead, the string attached to a red ballon in his hand. “if i was gonna kill you, i wouldn't use a balloon. vampire, hello?” he walked towards you, clutching the balloon the way you did your shopping bags.
“what am i supposed to think?” you snapped, your tone defensive as he stood there, now a foot away. “you lie about protecting me and then you lock me in your car and drive off with a shovel in the trunk.”
damon sighed as he met your eyes. “stefan sent me to help you with your grief.”
“you're kidding, right?”
“no!” he exclaimed, wishing his original plan had been to kill you. would have saved him most of the trouble. “look, i know a little something about loss. it can take you to some real dark places, especially if you don't face it head-on.”
he extended his hand, the bright, red balloon now just under your nose. you hesitantly accepted, the toy now in your hand. “what's this for?” damon sighed, but he was grateful you had at least taken the balloon. “the balloon represents the spirit of the life lost. by letting it go, you're acknowledging the pain you feel, and releasing it at the same time.”
you rolled your eyes at the sentiment, but the balloon never left your hand. you couldn't help but scoff, feigning disbelief all the while knowing it pulled at your heartstrings. “that's ridiculous,” you countered. “besides, i don't feel what you think i'm feeling.”
“then it should be real easy.”
“fine. if i do this, will you go?” you were determined to prove your point, as much as you were to get rid of him. he nodded, a silent agreement falling into place.
with a deep breath, you rose from your spot on the ground, your fingers gripping the balloon's string. you stared at the vibrant red balloon, its color standing out against the backdrop of the park. as you gazed at the balloon, memories of your loss flooded back—fragments of joy, excitement, and dreams unfulfilled. your façade of strength began to crack, revealing the raw pain beneath the surface.
“should i say something?” you questioned.
“only if you want to.”
“not really, no.”
“that's cool.”
your gaze dropped to the balloon, back facing damon as you let out an exasperated sigh. the grip you had on it tightened. in that moment, you realized you didn't wanna let go. having a baby, it was all you ever wanted. having a family with your loving husband, who was drowning in his own pity, knuckles bruised and eyes heavy from no sleep—it was all you wanted. you wanted a child. you wanted to be a mother. you wanted to spend your early mornings making your family breakfast and cradling your baby in your arms late at night.
“any time now,” damon said gently. he watched with knowing eyes as you spent the minute holding the balloon, instead of letting go like you insisted on doing.
“this is stupid,” you laughed shakily, your entire body trembling as you stared down at your feet. “i didn't even want this baby.” lies. all you could do was lie to yourself and your brother-in-law. he listened, murmuring a small 'yeah' despite sensing the way you lied to yourself to mask the pain you felt. “and i would've been a terrible mother.”
“if you say so.”
your fingers grazed the round side of the balloon gently, your heart heavy. tears welled up in your eyes as you brought it to your chest, the material digging into your skin. you imagined it to be your unborn baby, their whole fist clenched around one of your fingers, toothless smile stretched on their face. it made you smile, despite the ache in your heart and the tears that slowly began to fall after two weeks of being held up.
“if it was a boy, i was gonna name it giuseppe, after your father,” you trembled as you held onto the balloon, earning another soft 'yeah?' from damon as he listened carefully. “and a girl, lillian. after your mother.”
“whose idea was it?”
you spoke, voice thick with tears. “mine.”
damon smiled, pleased with the sight of you coming to terms with your feelings. “thank you,” you whispered, blinking back your tears. he nodded in response.
damon's eyes held yours, his voice a mere whisper. "let go."
tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to release the string, your knuckles white with the effort. it was a battle against the fear of losing the pain that had become strangely familiar.
and as the balloon soared higher, a tear traced its path down your cheek, the release of the string mirroring the tentative release of your grief. it was in front of you, for a good second—a mere five finger touch away from your face. you so desperately wanted it back in your hands, to cradled it the way you would have your child. it was too late, the balloon only drifting farther and farther away from your reach.
with the park around you, the weight of your emotions began to dissipate, leaving a raw vulnerability in its wake. the balloon continued to float along, just as life. in no time, it disappeared from your sight, leaving you with nothing but the ache in your heart.
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evvlevie · 2 years
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My shifting mindset has been changing. 
Good morning Besties, it's Evie again and I am giving you a shifting update today. I haven't been too active on my blog recently and I am deeply sorry for that, but I tend to have phases in which I emotionally distance myself from shifting, and in those I stay off of Tumblr because I don‘t want to obsess over shifting or fall back into the pedestal-mindset.
✧ what happened in the past days?
I noticed that my mindset regarding shifting is an ever-repeating cycle. Its always: Frustration >>> Obsession >>> learns new piece of information >>> omg I am SO GONNA SHIFT TONIGHT >>> doesn't and then back to frustration, which is usually when I distance from my blog because I always feel like giving up, but I never actually do because I truly feel like I belong in my DR which keeps me going.
Recently though, I have been noticing that my effortless manifestation returned. I talked about it in an older post, that me and my friends call me the magnet because a single thought or mention of something always attracts it directly in our lives. The magnet has been going off crazily. I think of a person? 30 Minutes later they are at my cash register buying stuff. I think about flowers and my friend gets flowers gifted. I don't feel like going out today? My friend cancels on our plans. stuff like that, you get the idea. All of these overly-active-magnet-activites gave me back my confidence in shifting. Shifting is just manifestation, and if manifestation is so effortless to me then why wouldn't shifting be?
In addition to that my favorite shifting-influencer on TikTok got herself in some beef and is now gone. I really loved her because her Stranger Things storytimes always motivated me. She deleted her TikTok and is planning on leaving instagram. I take that as a sign, that the universe is taking her from me, because I don't need her anymore. I am supposed to do it by myself.
That same day I had a dream, and I recognized that I am dreaming so I tried the lucid dreaming method and shift into the dream. And I shit you not for a second I have actually been IN that dream, but because I still knew I was originally dreaming I snapped out of it and woke up. THAT felt revolutionary to me. That event made me go WE SHIFTING TONIGHT BABY. I didn't. I woke up with the mindset though that I shifted and that I am already there but the 3D is like kinda still loading the graphics if you feel me. I even showered and noticed that the city I am shifting to was written on my towel. A towel I owned for ages and I never even noticed it. I knew I manifested it accidentally and that this out-of-nowhere-name-drop was confirmation I shifted. That combined with the new shifting advice I mentioned in my newest post, gave me hope and confidence. But I woke up here so I am back to my cycle of frustration.
✧ so how am I changing my mindset now?
☞ since I know that shifting doesn't require effort, I am finally letting go of the "hoping-to-shift" mindset, and equipping the "I-can-shift-whenever-i-want-to" mindset
☞ shifting is effortless, you just need to zone out with an intention. Stop clinging to the idea that you need to DO something. That you need to follow some recipe or sequence of actions in order to successfully achieve a shift in realities. You don't
☞ keep persisting. You ARE in your DR. It's not even possible that you aren't there yet anyway.
☞ treat shifting like a manifestation. I never needed to do something in order to manifest fucking ANYTHING EVER. Your mind knows what you want. It's gonna give it to you one way or another. If you emotionally built up a wall of frustration, your mind will cling to that.
☞ Let it happen to you. I hate myself because I literally made a whole entire post on letting go and it's even one of my best-performing posts and only NOW am I taking my own advice.
in conclusion: fuck effort. Basically. I will just wait for it to happen to me. At this point: no affirmations, no hoping, no focusing before falling asleep. Only intention and let's fucking go!
I deeply deeply hope I was able to help somebody out there today, and never-ever be afraid of asking me help if you require some 💘
a lot of love and positive vibes,
Evie <3
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royalelusts · 2 years
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hii babes i was wondering if u could do a tr boys x( beyonce )reader maybe bonten?like how their s/o is famous and they are world criminals .have a good day <3
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rating: sfw
word count: 170
characters: chifuyu, bonten sanzu, bonten ran, bonten kokonoi, bonten kakucho
warnings: none tbh. straight fluff.
a/n; I was listening to a nintendo music playlist while writing this and lemme tell you something. it hit so good. I hope you enjoyed lovebug!!! mwah <333333
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Chifuyu
He often asks himself how he scored someone like you
Not that he isn’t confident in his skills
It just that you are literal perfection
The way you speak, the way you laugh, the way you dress
Just how you present yourself as a whole
He definitely has watched all of your interviews at least 3 times
Attempts to go on tour with you but also feels bad leaving everything to kazutora
So facetime is both of your favorites
Oh when you sing???
Literally feels like he died and went to heaven
I’m talking ascending the astral plane
Constantly showering you in compliments cause fuck you deserve it
Is always there if things ever get too much and need a break
One time a family came into the pet shop while you were hanging out behind the counter
The two little girls gasped before running up asking for hugs
You happily indulged cause they were adorable
Chifuyu was just standing there smiling cause you really were his whole world
Kokonoi
When he first met you he deadass had no idea who you were
He’s really only invested in bonten and whatever other businesses go into that
Y’all would probably meet by pure coincidence
You were at the bar relaxing after a long day
Some guy recognized you and was being very persistent
You were trying to be polite and turn him down but he wouldn't get the hint
And quite frankly it was pissing you off
Koko (who just happens to own the bar) glanced over and decided to intervene
He really only came over cause the guy owed bonten some cash
But hey he saved a cutie in the process so win-win?
 He offered you a drink saying it was on the house
You both started talking and the conversation just moved so smoothly
Y’all kind of hit it off them there
Texting each other every single day
He still had no idea who you were until 2 weeks later when Ran brought you up out of nowhere
But anyway
He spoils you so much
Like yeah you have the money to do all that yourself but he just cant help it
He wants to see you smile :)
If someone on one of your management/financial team isn’t doing a good enough job he’ll have them replaced immediately
You’ve tried to talk him out of this but it usually doesn’t go anywhere
“My baby deserves the best”
Doesn’t mind that you dont post him a lot (due to criminal activity)
He gets you all to himself that way
Ran
This mfer right here
Y’all already know how i feel about him
You two are that couple
He knows he’s hot
And the fact that he scored an absolute baddie like you just boosts this ego
He really wants to go on the red carpet with you to show off but cant :/
Instead he helps you pick out your outfit along with the accessories to top it all off
Whenever someone asks you what inspired the look you just smile and say “your personal designer”
Though you keep majority of your life private and off the internet everyone put the pieces together that you were dating someone
Whenever its brought up in an interview you just kinda brush it off and change the subject
One time paparazzi actually got photo of you and Ran together
You were literally on the brink of tears cause not only does it put everything you worked for in danger but also Ran
He wasn’t having that
No one stresses you out but him
He paid a little visit to the photographer and would you look at that?
No more photos!
Whenever he can convince you to go out with him to one of bonten’s many clubs its always a blasts
You’re both in the vip lounge sipping drinks
His hand is rested delicately on your waist the whole night massaging it slowly
UGH this man
Sanzu
How y’all met?
Kind of a mystery tbh
But here you are :D
Definitely your #1 simp
Like wow
He definitely gets sad you dont post him
Its a very common conversation between the both of you
“Why dont you post me?”
“You’re a literal criminal”
“I mean yeah but think of how cool we’d look together”
Though he says that he really doesnt involve you with bonten things
As long as it doesn’t directly interfere with y’all relationship its not mention
Well unless the Haitani’s just kinda show up to y’all penthouse wanting to hang out🧍🏽‍♀️
They often crash there since Sanzu’s is the closest from work
Not that you mind though
THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM RN THOUGH
Back to sanzu
He does want to go out with you sometimes though
You often go out super late together when barely anyone is on the street
There’s this one takeout restaurant you both go to often
You were worried at first but the owner is super chill
He’s seen enough shit so a celebrity and a dangerous criminal is the least of his worries
Kakucho
This man has my whole heart omg
The most normal out of the three others
Yeah he knew who you were but literally did not give a shit
Well he didnt until you two started dating
You both would go to the same coffee shop late at night
Him having just finished a job and you taking a break from the studio
You two usually never spoke to each other besides a small head nop to acknowledge one another
When you did actually speak it was just small talk before a comfortable silence returned
It got the point where you two would share a table doing your own thing
Him scrolling through his phone and you either doing the same or trying to come up with different lyrics to songs
You would often bounce some things off of him to see if he liked it
Kaku loves when you do this cause your voice is just so nice and smooth
Fast forward you’re both dating now
He’s really more of a homebody so y’all mostly chill at home together
Is up to date with everything in your life
Sometimes he even reminds you of things you forgot
“Dont you have the meeting today?”
“Huh?”
Cue you running out the apartment and calling your manager to apologize
He sent you a text reading ‘be safe’ cause he knows how you can get sometimes
Is your rock when you’re preparing for a tour or just frustrated in general
When you’re stress/tired/need attention (and hes done with his work) he’ll spoon you on the couch and take a nap with you
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sitp-recs · 2 years
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hello liv! i really wanna read some fics but i don't really know what kind and what recs to look at and such so, since i trust your taste i thought i'd ask if you could rec me some random fics? wether their your all time fav, new favs, recently read or a while ago, new ones, old ones, short or long reads, or just some random ones. (but pls let them have drarry as the main pairing and endgame)
thank uuuuuu
Hi anon! I’d be cautious about your request in the past because I usually like to know more about someone’s reading preferences but it was fun to come up with a random reclist :) I decided to go for a mix of old favourites and fics I haven’t recced in the blog before. I hope you enjoy them!
Ten Faves chosen randomly:
Phoenix in the Fire by @fw00shy (2021, E, 1.4k)
Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230.
Mortal Frame by @tackytigerfic (2021, M, 6.6k)
Draco’s on a mission, and this time it's personal. But it's not easy to track down something that no one wants to talk about, especially when Harry Potter keeps popping up everywhere Draco goes.
break the bad luck in my life by seaworn (2019, E, 11k)
Draco and Harry are both brooding on Christmas Eve.
Voices From The Fog by noeon (2010, E, 13k)
After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.
Turn and Face the Strange (time may change me) by @punk-rock-yuppie (2019, T, 16k)
Draco and Harry and how their relationship—and themselves—change over the course of eleven years.
Better To Burn Than To Fade Away by Ren (2017, E, 23k)
Harry Potter is a legend in the world of broomstick racing. He's won almost every cup, trophy, and bowl – except for the historical London-Nome which has been on hiatus for the past several years.
Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (2012, T, 26k)
There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works.
The Wand Slipped by sdk (2019, E, 35k)
After a messy, public divorce and a disgraceful exit from the Auror Department, Harry is trying to rebuild his life as a private investigator.
The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (2012, E, 54k)
Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.
A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki (2004, M, 104k)
Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.
Ten fics I’ve never recced before:
Magpie by @corvuscrowned (2022, E, 4k)
Potter doesn't steal because he needs anything, Draco quickly learns. He doesn't do it because it makes him feel anything. It isn't about power, and it isn't about control. Potter just does it because he can.
acts of service by @oknowkiss (2022, E, 5.6k)
Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.
Move, Move by @maesterchill (2021, M, 9k)
At Stasis nightclub Ginny does indeed give Harry drugs. But it's all good: Malfoy looks after Harry, and Harry grapples with newfound enlightenments, not to mention a newfound fascination with all things Malfoy—one which persists even when he finds out what Malfoy's up to.
The Thread Through the Labyrinth by mindabbles (2013, M, 11k)
Harry was twenty-one the first time it happened; he was twenty-one and falling in love for the first time. It seems he'll go back, travel through time, until he finds the anchor that keeps him here.
Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (2021, M, 17k)
Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.
Violent Delights by @primaveracerezos (2021, E, 20k)
Draco Malfoy's life should be going very well. He's engaged to a wonderful man and in line for the Head Auror job. He's been made lead investigator on a serial murder case, trying to figure out who is killing off the scum of the wizarding world, one by one.
Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 (2007, E, 46k)
Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons!
Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by @vukovich (2022, E, 50k)
Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead. But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?
The Bolthole by aideomai, GallaPlacidia, Tepre (2020, E, 54k)
Harry is a hoarder, Draco is grief-stricken, and both are capable human adults who can definitely spend a month in a cottage in the Cotswolds together without ever talking about the time they slept together in eighth year. Yeah, no, totally.
Ocean of Storms by Bounding-Heart (2017, E, 113k)
The war is over and Harry has returned to help rebuild Hogwarts. He longs to move forwards, but the past refuses to let him go.
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naquey · 10 months
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Coat - SebUno
Summary: One small kind gestures earns Sebun a mythological spouse. This spouse is persistent to get married by human customs and is quite a bit territorial.
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"Don't just walk over it." Sebun sighed as Vera stepped on the coat that Rock hadn't seemed to point out was on the ground.
"You should have told me, now someone's nice coat is ruined!" She slapped her fiancé on the arm.
"I'm so sorry about that." Sebun chuckled, wiping away the dust and dirt from the velvety soft grey coat. "Here." He carefully draped it back over the vacant chair.
A blonde with pink streaks in his hair and sterling blue eyes stared at Sebun, mouth slightly agape. He was remarkably attractive but there was no time to stop and chat as the purple-haired man followed his friends out of the restaurant.
Clearing his throat he folded his napkin. Flagging the waiter down he procured money from within the vest of his suit.
"That'll be all, thank you for your service."
"Sir, there's a hundred dollars here." The waiter spoke anxiously.
"Keep it." The blonde smiled.
Grabbing his velvet soft coat and draping it over his shoulders he headed out of the restaurant. He walked as if it were normal to just leave in the middle of having dinner.
"I wonder if a jewelry shop is open this late." He muttered to himself, scanning the store fronts as he walked quickly.
He pushed the door open to the first store he saw that was open, not bothering to look at the sign when he saw the jewelry in the windows. The sparkling jewels and numerous cases of stones were not something he set his sights on. Walking right up to the attendant at the counter he pulled cash from his vest once more, setting it down on the glass counter.
"I need an engagement band, not too many stones. I would like the diamond to be pear cut."
The women behind the counter stared at him, eyes wide as saucers. Maybe the words just died in her throat but no man has ever walked into the shop and knew what he wanted this entire time.
"Well, do you know the ring size?"
"No, but I'm certain I can pay for it to get resized if I need too." The blonde gave off the vibe that he was rich beyond compare, this stunned the attendant behind the counter.
"To start off with a size, I'd say a 6.5 would do."
He was just so nonchalant about buying an engagement ring. He wasn't stressed or anxious, it was as if there was no care in his mind.
"I believe we have a 6.5 similar to what you described, what color is the diamond or band?"
"White for the diamond and silver for the band."
"Oh! I have just the thing."
She disappeared from his site for a moment but he didn't mind, even if it took hours for her to come back he wasn't going to leave without the engagement ring. As soon as she came back he gave her more cash and took the little black box with him, his coat swaying behind him as he left.
Sebun sat at home that night on his bed watching the moon from his open window. He was really happy for Vera, no doubt, but it made him often wonder when his perfect partner was going to arrive. Or if they ever were going to arrive.
Laying down so that his head was hanging off the bed he was illuminated by the light of the moon. Almost always enjoying night time for being the most serene and calm hours. He wished he was a night owl so he could experience being awake when the moon was awake instead of being awake with the sun.
Then that man at the restaurant flashed into his mind.
All he did was return the man's coat but for some reason he couldn't get him out of his head. That blonde was really attractive, and if he believed in love at first sight then he would definitely say he was in love. He wasn't into falling head over heels for the first person he saw, it would be artificial and not at all real.
Sighing upright on his bed he flopped into his spot. He always slept on the right side, and never remembered why he was given a bed fit for two people. The sounds of the night surprisingly lulled him to sleep when he usually stayed awake into the early morning hours.
He was up and bustling around frantically, nearly late for his blind date that Vera had to set him up with. She had good intentions but the last thing he wanted to do was go on a date with someone he didn't know. Rushing out the door of his apartment building pulling his arm through one of the sleeves of his jacket.
"There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere."
He stopped short and turned around to face the man speaking to him. Met with the man from the restaurant he had been dreaming of weirdly enough, he tilted his head and furrowed his brows.
"You were looking for me? Oh- Do you want me to pay the dry cleaning for your... coat?" The coat he had given back to the blonde in the suit was clean. Absolutely clean.
"No, I don't need you to pay for dry cleaning- "
"Is that an engagement ring?" Sebun pointed to the little black box in the blondes hands.
"Yes, by human standards we should be married." The blonde nodded.
"Married?!" Sebun blinked twice, mouth agape. "Look, I just met you last night and barely know you. Plus, I have a date."
"Oh, that's easy! We can get to know each other while married!" The blonde was beaming happily.
"I don't even know your name..."
"It's Uno, I'm also a selkie."
"Excuse me?" Sebun rose a brow.
"A seal that can turn into a human, shedding my coat. The same coat you picked up, so now you're my husband." Uno explained very casually, shrugging it off as if it were nothing.
"What?"
"You can do a lot more research about selkies while you tell your date you wouldn't have to go now." Uno held out the little black box, opening it to show the ring he had gotten last night.
"That... Is really pretty, but I can't just cancel last minute. I'm sorry."
"Then I'll go with you!"
"No, that's not- Dates are normally a one on one thing. Typically you don't just bring someone else."
"But- What if I just stay around? Incase your date isn't worthy."
"Isn't worthy? I mean..." Sebun pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine."
"Also, I do believe in human customs you're supposed to wear the ring."
Sebun rose a brow and put the engagement ring on, it fit on his ring finger surprisingly. His eyes lit up, it was so strange the ring fit. Watching the way the light hit the pear shaped diamond a smile stretched across his face.
Then his phone buzzed.
"Shit! I'm gonna be late."
"Oh-" Uno tilted his head. "If you're going to be late then you might as well- "
"I can't cancel!"
Out of breath, frazzled, and followed by a selkie his eyes scanned the cafe for who Vera described. She was surprised he was the late one. The blind date was sitting by the window in the corner, he was reading a book. Green hair swept messily into a pony tail and just a tad of scruff on his chin, he did look quite attractive but not as attractive as Uno.
He knew the blonde was watching him as he waved and smiled at the man with the green hair.
"I am so sorry I was late."
"No worries, glad I brought a book actually." He chuckled. "I'm Qi."
"Seijirou, but everyone calls me Sebun." He could feel Uno nodding and watching.
"Interesting nickname. I was told you like flowers, what kind?"
"Moon flowers, I'm usually up with the moon so I get to see how pretty they are."
"I've always liked sunflowers." For a second Qi looked down at his hands, but looked away a moment later.
"So, Vera said you're a florist?"
"Oh, yeah. I have my own florist shop. I live in the basement under it."
"Oh- " Sebun chuckled awkwardly.
"Are you married?" Qi gestured to the ring.
"This- What- No- " Sebun quickly covered the ring up and laughed it off.
Uno casually walked up to the table, a calm expression on his face. He stared Qi down like a hawk.
"There you are, I knew Vera said to meet here."
"Dude, we're kind of on a date." Qi gestured between him and Sebun.
"Are you really?" Uno tilted his head.
"What are you doing?" Sebun whispered, standing up.
"Correcting this gentleman for taking my date."
"Yeah, whatever. Get out of here." Qi waved him away.
"Oh, really?" Uno frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'll leave then, I guess."
Qi got up and left taking his book with him. Sebun shook his head, looking away from Uno.
"What was that for?"
"He lives in a basement, and those questions weren't going anywhere." The blonde sat down right in Qi's seat.
"You can't determine who is right for me or not."
"Might I remind you, you're mine."
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iamsuchi · 2 years
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Have you ever manifested large amounts of money?
I want to respawn 5k in cash everyday in my wallet. I don't want to work😭😭😭
Can just fall asleep with the expectation that I have my money and it'll be there??
“I don’t want to work” Relatable🫠🫠🫠 😂😂😂😂.
On a serious note though it depends on what you’d consider as a ‘large amount of money’ I live in Jamaica so the currency is different from other countries. I assuming you’re in America (correct me if I’m wrong) but I’ll use the American dollar as the exchange rate. I manifested a“large money” twice during the Christmas last year.
My brother gave me $25k (Jamaican -JMD) which come up to about $165 American dollars (USD). I was expecting $10k (JMD) so I was shocked when I got so much.
Around that same time my best friend gave me $10k (JMD) which would be around $65 (USD) as well as a Christmas present and I honestly wasn’t expecting the money at all; a gift yes but no money. It might not seem like as big as to others but I really didn’t expect that money and I was grateful and still am.
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My short answer is yes you can manifest as much money as you want it doesn’t matter the amount. The same amount of effort it takes to manifest $1 is the same amount used to manifest $100,000 or even millions/billions. Just set the goal. Your goal being 5k in whatever country you’re in. Just assume you already have it.
Let that thought/assumption live in your mind: “I have $5k right now” or something along those lines. Even if you don’t know ‘How’ the money is going to come to you. Don’t worry about that. The how is not your business. Just assume it and live in that assumption- also try imagine yourself with the money already, think of how you’re gunna spend it, etc. get in that FEELING of believing that money is already yours and persist in that feeling then must go on about your life as usual. Believe and have faith that it is done for you and It will come to you.
YES it’s best to fall asleep to the assumption that you have that money and please don’t be discouraged if you wake up the next day and don’t see it. “EVERY SEED HAS IT APPOINTED HOUR”! It doesn’t mean that you’re not going to get it just means that you haven’t gotten it YET. This is what it means to persist. Fall asleep in that assumption/ get into that feeling as if you have it already as often as possible (this doesn’t mean constantly affirming that you have it 24/7 - just say/think it when you feel the need to - kind of like reassuring yourself that it’s yours and you have it already. ALSO do not constantly check your account or whatever to see if the money is there NO, THAT IS OBSESSING OVER RESULTS! Instead just ALLOW the money to come to you - trust the process and have faith it. Let the “being with you” (subconscious mind) do it’s thing and do the work for you. All the subconscious mind asks for you to do is make your assumption and persist in it. That’s it, once you do that your work here is done.
You can manifest whatever it is you want, you don’t need mine or anyone’s permission to - YOU ARE THE CREATOR OF YOUR OWN LIFE! When you ask “it’ll be there??” It’s like you’re doubting yourself and your abilities- DO NOT DOUBT, DO NOT WORRY ABOUT THE HOW, DO NOT THINK ABOUT IT IN A LOGICAL WAY! The law works on a feeling and is fueled by faith and belief - not doubt, logic or any of that. So just try it. Neville tells you to try it! - Do your own research on it if you’re doubting, learn more about it and awaken your true power WITHIN YOU. IF YOU WANT THAT 5K AND THAT IS YOUR DESIRE YOU SHALL HAVE IT - NOTHING CAN STOP YOU FROM HAVING IT UNLESS YOU BELIEVE YOU CANT HAVE IT!
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I think that’s all I have to say on this. This is an assumption I really need to focus on more myself lol 😆 my mind is too filled with sub ideas and stuff right lmao. But I hope this helps feel free to message me again to clear up anything. Also if I didn’t answer you’re question to your liking feel free to get a second opinion on it. But most importantly DO YOUR RESEARCH ON IT - trust me it’s as simple as listening to Neville’s lecture FREE ON YOUTUBE OR WATCHING YOUTUBE VIDEOS ON HOW PEOPLE MANIFESTED LARGE AMOUNT OF MONEY USING THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION. All the best anon and Sending you LOTS OF POSITIVITY AND POSITIVE ENERGY so you can manifest your $5k! AS A MATTER OF FACT I FULLY AND WHOLEHEARTEDLY BELIEVE AND HAVE FIATH IN YOU - YOU ALREADY HAVE THAT 5K - IT IS YOURS! Message me back when you get your $5k, happy manifesting!💓💓💓💓
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bumblee-stumblee · 11 months
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Sorry, I'm so annoyed about something and I need to vent to someone 🙃
I was out with my sister in our local High Street and we decided to get bubble tea, and as it was quite nice, we decided to sit down on the bench outside the shop. There were quite a few people around enjoying the market etc so it was fairly busy out.
Then a "homeless" man approached us (he's not homeless, he lives in housing the council gave him. In fact a lot of "homeless" men take the bus into the town for the purpose of begging and don't even live in the local area). The homeless guy goes "Hello ladies 😁" and both of us are already shaking our heads no (we don't carry cash since lockdown anyway). Instead of walking away like most, he got really aggressive. "You don't know what I was going to say 😠".
I instantly got on the defence. We were sat down, we had already tried to ignore him and he was persistent, and if we got up and walked away there was a high chance he'd follow us. We're also young women so the fact he got aggressive when we said no made me start to feel really unsafe.
I said, "I don't care, the answer is still no." I didn't shout or yell, and kept my voice level.
Him, "I had the same reaction from those other guys down there!"
Me, "I still don't care, go away."
Him "You don't even know what I was going to say 😡. I'm just talking to you."
Me, "You approached us, we don't know you, so why did you come up to us? We don't know you, you could be dodgy, why are you talking to us?"
Him "I hadn't even said anything yet. Afhddhrsgjdh... You're stereotyping me!"
Me "Do I look like I care? We don't know you. Go away." (Stereotyping 🙄. If he had been in a suit I still would have reacted the same way as he was a strange MAN approaching two young women).
Then he started insulting me as he walked away like, four eyes, you should get your eyes fixed (I wear glasses, so great insult there, not 🙄). He went further down the high street and kept glaring back at us. We had wanted to check out the market, but my sister no longer felt safe and wanted to go home. He wouldn't have been able to do anything as there were people around (I'm also martial arts trained, so in the unlikely event that anything DID happen, I could defend us), but we were still like, no we should leave.
Got home, told my dad who was like shrug, should've just ignored him and was really unbothered by it. Talked to my mum who said oh yeah, everyone has complained about him, he's really aggressive. I watched him follow a woman into the bank. My mum was walking through that area earlier that week too and had been approached by 5 different homeless men. She said yeah in that situation you needed to tell him where to go because he would have carried on even if you walked away or ignored him.
It just made me so mad. He saw that we were young women and approached us, and when we said no got aggressive. I just wanted to drink my bubble tea and enjoy time with my sister I don't want to have to talk to random men I don't know. And when people are like, but he's homeless 🥺 I'm like, I read the news. Almost every day there's a story of a woman having been killed by a man, if one approaches me that I don't know I'm not giving them the time of day.
I'm so sorry this happened to you.
I hate that people seem to think homeless men should be given some sort of leeway or special treatment when an incident or harassment happens. Those same people wouldn't put up with it but expect others to do so.
Your dad shrugging it off really bothers me, some men think women are just overreacting most of the time and it's hurtful when this sort of apathetic response comes from a parental figure.
You don't have to give them any time of day, i hope your next outing is better and though you're trained my best advice is that physical contact should ALWAYS be a last resort in a confrontation or self defense. Run, personal alarms, pepper spray and physical self defense if you have to, is how I've told my younger sisters to react when confronted by men.
I would rather the loss of a purse or money than the loss of life. Please be safe out there.
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pacifymebby · 11 months
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bestie i'm really stuck for money right now and need to think of inspiration, do you have any tips? I'm even considering starting an Only Fans hahaha
Hi lovely, i guess it depends on how stuck and what youve already got in place to get money. Like, I'm very wary of only fans and wpuld suggest trying literally everything else first just because its presented as an easy money maker with no consequences but really it isnt, its quite an exploitative platform, and I think it requires a lot of work and persistence to get any actual income from it.
What I will say, is get on reddit and r/eroticasells, you can make a bit of cash to tide you over by writing erotica for people, but again, u have to be careful, generally get the money before u give them any work u know. So that u arent scammed.
You can do that on fiverr too, but you have to be extremely careful about what you write in your advert because they suspend accounts at the drop of a hat and then u have to wait three months to withdraw your earnings. When I was on there I would withdraw my money the second it cleared. But i still got caught out by them and don't use them anymore. Its annoying though because fiverr was how i found the best clients who were willing to pay.
I don't know if u can do things like take on extra hours at your work (idk this feels like something you'd habe already thought of and lile super patronising to even suggest but idk) i ended up getting a second job and then a third job when i couldnt get good hours. It was kinda exhausting but i guess worth it in the end cause i got to keep my independence.
What i would say is,
Don't be tempted to use a credit card or any kind of loan, i know we're in a cost of living crisis so those loan compamies and credit card men will be out in force trying to prey on people who are short of cash. You can build up credit debt so quickly and its scary and stressful af so don't be tempted!!
I tried (and am going to try again) selling my old clothes on depop. That was a lot of effort too for my adhd ish brain but it could work for u.
Then like other little things like, my dad taught me some good budgeting skills over the years i guess.
But try to plan how much u spend a week on food/travel/everything.
So rn I'm getting worried about my money again and I'm trying to spend no more than £15 a week shopping, so I'll try to plan meals and stuff. If you don't cook from scratch its much cheaper to buy your ingredients for stuff like pasta all seperately ect.
This feels patronising or obvious again though tbh so if its something ur already doing then I'm sorry i couldnt be more helpful.
Times are really really tough and shitty right now an am sorry you're struggling bestie.
Hope some of this was useful, if u want me to elaborate about the reddit thing I'll try haha x
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cixel-jewel · 2 years
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✨HERE IS EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MY CHARACTERS!!! ✨
Below is just a quick summary of everyone's story- just straight to the point! This may or may not be updated if I decide to create more characters but yeah! If you're interested in learning more about my characters, please continue below!!! 😌
vvv Ronnie, Eugene, Azai, Neptune, and Solaris's World/Stories vvv
The world they live in: 
In their world/universe, almost everyone has two forms- a human form, and a mythic form. At one point there were only humans and mythic's surviving the world, fending off numerous creatures and beasts that roamed the earth. The humans and mythic were scared of each other for years and have both struggled to survive the magical yet dangerous creatures of their home. After seeing that both of them can easily live together and have better chances of surviving; They came together to have a better future and live their lives peacefully. Ever since then, their genes have combined for future generations - giving most people today two forms they can change into. Because of this, anyone can choose to show their human form or their beast form- or even switch between the two based on how they feel and what they are most comfortable with.
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Ronnie: 
Ronnie is a soft-spoken man who often keeps to himself. Surrounding himself with work and not bothering to make friends with anyone. He was used to being alone after all, he has been solo for most of his life. His family paid more attention and love to his siblings, neglecting him most of the time. His parents would complain about him being in the way while his siblings bullied him constantly. Since no one bothered to listen, Ronnie has mostly kept to himself. He is one of the few that doesn’t have a creature form and has to be extra careful when he goes out. With the beasts that still roam around of course. As time went by, he didn’t really see himself staying with his family. With some side hustles and an overnight job, he had enough money to get himself an apartment. He moved out of his childhood home earlier than most folks and quickly had to learn how to support himself. After hopping from job to job, He now works in a library inside a campus to be safe from the beasts and to live on his own. With work being the only other thing he does, he can often get too carried away and forget to take care of himself. 
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Eugene: 
Eugene is a big loveable guy who is full of life. Always looking beyond the horizon to better his life. Things weren’t always like this for him though, he had to work twice as hard to get where he is today. For most of his life, Eugene lived with his grandmother. On the side he worked in restaurants as a cook and sometimes a waiter. Their grandmother was persistent with her opinions on mythic forms, saying that they were unnecessary and dangerous. Eugene didn’t bother to listen to her and wanted to experience his form just for himself. He would start sneaking out at night just to show off his mythic form; Easily making a few new friends while on his adventures. One night, he had an encounter with one of the beasts of the land. Eugene and his friends barely made it out alive, causing them to come back home a whole day later. His grandmother was in a fit of rage, backhanding him with her old ring on and giving them a scar. Eugene was kicked out soon after. With the help of his friends and some extra cash from his old job. He is now going to college to get a degree in chemistry, hoping to build a better life for himself and for those he cares about the most. 
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Azai: 
Azai is full of energy and can be a bit overzealous. With them being born into the streets, they got used to the chaos. They don’t remember who their parents were, all he remembers is waking up in a warm bed. As a child, most of the adults around them were concerned for their safety. So they were placed in numerous foster homes. Sadly, most of the foster parents complained about them being too much. Hence why they hopped from bed to bed. As soon as Azai turned of age, he was sent out into the streets to fend for himself. Becoming homeless. With what they have now, all they can do is try to survive as long as he can. With being in the streets and his size, they got used to being in their mythic form. They have a human form of course, but it only makes him feel unsafe. Along with that, their mythic form already gave them a lot of energy. So of course it gave them an intense appetite they were rarely ever full. Making their life a whole lot more difficult. They made more enemies than friends, distancing themself from anyone that could try to hurt them. But they eventually found a campus to camp at for a bit. Hopefully to find a place to finally call home. 
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Redesigns: Fully Updated --- August, 17 2022
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Title: The Old Man Sea
Summary: Like the Dandelion, this could blow over. Be nothing but a memory. Leftover potential. Or it could be left alone, waiting to become something beautiful. They both wanted something. But maybe not the same thing. Or maybe they did. They just both knew they couldn't have it.
In the end, the decision would leave one of them short and the other forever changed.
Relationships: Sally/Poseidon
Sally drives.
She’s in her uncles Dino, with the paint peeling and a small hole in the backseat that opens to the road that she covers with a toolbox that had been her fathers that she hadn’t had the heart to throw out. The rest of her luggage sits in the back of the trunk– it isn’t much.
She has two suitcases, most of her bedding, all the kitchenware which includes a cast iron skillet she keeps in the passenger seat in case she, a young single woman driving in an old car by herself, gets singled out. But she isn’t pressed, and she’s only needed it once back in Virginia.
She’d left Arlington in a hurry, pan gripped in her hand at the gas station as she paid the attendant in cash.
Sally had left Florida behind and, aside from Arlington, she’s been all the better for it. She takes I-95 and stops at the pitstops and eats the salami sandwiches she packed for herself a day ago. For breakfast that morning, she stopped at a diner in North Carolina. The woman at the till had leaned forward and asked if anything was alright, and did she need anything, baby?
Sally thanked her and bade her farewell, taking a Styrofoam coffee cup to go, and skipped out to the Dino and rolled down all the windows on her way out. Every city she passes she tunes into the radio, sees what the locals are listening to, and then when she gets to the first stop on that days plan, she riffles through her tapes for something familiar to listen to.
She’s nearly to Pennsylvania now. It’s just past noon and Sally knows she still has another four, nearly five, hours to Montauk. She grips the steering wheel with a renewed fervor.
Sally Jackson has left Florida behind, she thinks to herself, and she’s been all the better for it.
Florida was sticky hot and a building anticipation. It feels as if it should always be stuck at dusk. The sun will never set. The next day will never come. Life dredges on continuously in a long, everlasting, persisting day that can’t be escaped.
When Sally had quit her last job, the third one she’d been working but the last one for her to be done with, she finally felt as if the sun were setting.
She booked Montauk for the next three months. She had enough saved up for that, and then some. There’s enough in her bank account for a down payment on an apartment in New York City.
She’s going to be a writer.
New York is where the writers are at. The creatives. The artists. Sally entertains being one of them. She dreams of a nice car and fashionable friends and living somewhere in the Upper East Side. Sally has a deal with a publisher and several novels in the works. Non-fiction, she thinks, and maybe some romance. She needs to practice that.
She leans back in the driver’s seat and huffs out a sigh. She has to stay practical. She’ll settle for the West End if she had too. A smile creeps up her face. She’ll have a cat. Maybe two. She wants one of those big stoves. Yellow. And windows in the kitchen that look out over the city. Floor to ceiling. She never thinks about kids, not really, maybe one day. But humans can’t think up faces they’ve never seen before and Sally can’t see little faces no matter how much she thinks she could one day do it.
Sally drives. Maybe she steps on the gas a little more, passes a few more cars. The Dino can take it.
Pennsylvania Welcomes You, the sign says as she speeds past.
On the side of the road just as she’s about to switch lanes toward a rest stop is a creature. For a moment, it nearly looks like a deer, but they never do for long. It is a single centaur, standing shirtless on the median and looking down the highway at the cars barreling toward him. In the woods just as the sound barrier drops off, Sally can see shadows of them lingering. The centaur looks as if it’s about to cross or planning on it.
Sally can’t help but stare; a centaur isn’t nearly as terrifying as some of the other monsters she’d seen. As she drives by, they make eye contact. The centaur gives her a pleasant little wave and she slams on the gas instead.
If she doesn’t linger or look, if she keeps her head down, she’ll be fine.
Centaurs look mostly harmless, at eight feet tall.
She’s nearly halfway across the state before the speedometer drops below eighty-seven miles an hour.
She stops somewhere just north of Philly and stays in a motel that she has to lay her towels on the bed for. After a hearty McDonalds dinner, she stands in front of the payphone of the motel. Pennsylvania was a different sort of heat than Florida and she isn’t sure she likes it any better.
A family sits some twenty feet away. Two adults and one little boy between them. They’re laughing and leaning into each other, and the boy is chattering excitedly, holding up his toy car through the air.
As the child laughs delightedly, his parents encouraging him, Sally finds herself smiling. Young children, she admits, are sometimes too cute. But she turns away and leaned against the payphone, facing the woods.
She slides in three quarters and slings the phone between her ear and her shoulder, pulling up her brown hair into a high ponytail over her head. She tucked her address book down under her arm.
“Hello?”
Sally smils. “Shannon.”
“Sally — oh my —.” The line wrinkles and she has to drop the phone from her ear and catch it with her hand, wincing at the static. “Guys it’s — yeah! It’s her!”
Shannon turns back to the phone, her voice finally clear. “Oh my god, Sally you won’t believe it! I thought you died.”
Sally laughs. “No, no. I’m on time, I just got to my motel outside Philly.”
“God, gross. I can’t imagine. I mean. Ew, is it bad?”
Sally grimaces, her eyes flickering toward her room. “I covered the bed in towels. And the pillow. And I ate outside.”
“Gross. Hey, hey, Tracy is — god Trace, I’m giving it to you!”
“Sally! Oh my god, are you in Montauk yet?”
“No, not yet. Just outside Philly. Wanted the last leg of my trip to be easy going tomorrow.”
“You’re too practical for me. I’d have pushed through.”
Shannon’s voice crackles over the end, distant but close enough for Sally to hear. “Ask her about my cousin!”
Sally laughs again. “I won’t forget! Erin at The Armoire. Big glasses. Black hair. Shannon’s cousin.”
“You can actually refer to me as Erin’s sexy cousin. Mike at the bar will know me.”
“Shut up, I’m not doing that! You’re still coming up in June, right?”
“Beginning of July. Someone decided to go and move to New York, so I have to cover a shift or several.”
Sally winces, running a hand through her hair before she remembered it was in a ponytail and pulling it from the tucked away strands. She glances around the area and, just in the woods, covered by the shadowy trees, a figure. It loomed over the cars and the buildings, a large sword glinting in the little light of the moon.
She spins away.
“Oh, uh, there’s someone waiting to use the phone—.”
“You still have money left!” Tracy screeches.
“—I’ll call you tomorrow!”
She slams the phone on the receiver and walks as quickly as she can toward her room. The family was none the wiser of the figure in the wood and Sally almost warns them. But fear for herself took over and she was in her room before she knew it. The door slammed behind her, and she sank slightly into the cold metal.
The creatures never bothered her directly.
Unless she approached them. She’d never run into anything too bad. Large creatures that everyone around her mistook for dogs for years, even while she pleaded with them that they weren’t what they thought. Giants, sometimes, always with weapons, that would lumber across the everglades on the few visits she’d been able to take. Once, she’d even seen a woman with two snake tails for legs, slithering through a shopping center.
Once or twice, she’d seen people with weapons running after the monsters, but she’d never gotten the chance to ever chase them down. It wasn’t for lack of trying, on her part. But it was either avoid the creatures or chase the people with weapons.
In the end, she didn’t call Shannon or Tracy back. She couldn’t sleep that night and ends up having to wait five minutes for reception to actually open so she could hand in her keys. It didn’t matter, whatever it was had gone.
She was back in the Dino by 6:45 and driving down the highway and then through Philadelphia city before she crossed over into New Jersey. Nearly twenty plus hours of driving and suddenly it was all coming to an end. She’d taken it slow, taken it easy. Her friends had insisted on stops, for all their talk. Her only stop that morning was to pick up a postcard in the city and then hop back into her car.
But Sally wanted to be there now.
When she crossed over into New York State, her heart began to race. It didn’t stop when she hooked a tight right onto Staten Island and then over the Narrows bridge onto Long Island. Soon the city sights became fewer and far between and she was left with farms, small towns, antique stores, and trees.
She didn’t see any more monsters.
But she did see the sign for Montauk Beach.
She passes the boundary, and she felt her heart soar. She knew she should go to her rental first, but it was only noon and she wanted to see the beach. She missed the beach.
Florida’s beaches were something special, she couldn’t deny that, but when she parked her car and looked around the boardwalk and then took to the sand, Sally couldn’t help but feel a different kind of whole. She kicked off her shoes, grabbed her camera with three pictures left in it, and walked down the yellow sand to stand at the surf.
The Atlantic Ocean grew out from her like a green-blue painting. The sun was high up in the sky, and it was hot, but the breeze pulled in as if brought by the waves themselves. The soft salt sea bore on the world with a pounding and a bang. But the constant flow in and then out and then CRASH. In and out and CRASH.
Sally breathes.
She took two pictures of the same thing before she turns her gaze down the beach and snaps a picture of the long stretch of yellow and sand dunes. Dried green grass sat atop them, dancing in the wind. People milled around her.
Some had families. Others were just couples. Older people, retired. She snapped one last picture of a couple standing in the surf, laughing together, as the man picked up his boyfriend and slammed him into the surf. When they saw Sally laughing, they couldn’t help but turn away, cheeks red with blush, and laughing themselves.
When she finally made it back to her car, she felt guilty enough to find the nearest payphone first and call her friends.
“Sally Lloyd Jackson that better be you or so help me god, I’m going to rip—.”
“It’s me! It’s me! No ripping anything,” she laughs. “I’m calling to tell you I made it to Montauk, Trace.”
“Oh, thank fuck!” the girl screeches. “Do you know how worried I was? Oh my god, I called Shannon and she told me to shut the hell up, bitch. I thought you died in a motel in Pennsylvania, Sally! Can you think of any worse way to go?”
“Probably not—.”
“Have you talked to Shannon’s cousin yet? You know she’s going to ask when I get to work. God, I’ll have to tell work. Rick is gonna be so happy.”
Rick was one of the few managers that had been supportive of Sally going off and doing what she always wanted. One of her neighbors, he’d been there for her when her uncle had died. He had offered several times to drive her himself to New York.
“You tell them and Rick and everyone that I’m fine. I made it. I’m going to go to my rental now, set up the place. It’s a nice cabin.”
“And there’s room for Shannon and I still? You don’t mind? We can help with the rent, you know. I mean Shannon was probably going to stay with her cousin.”
“It’s already paid for,” Sally explains patiently, “And yeah, there will be plenty of room. Don’t worry. Hey, I gotta go. I’m running out of time, and I want that to get that thing set up before I have to make dinner.”
“Right, right. Well, call me later this week. And send me your address!”
“Bye, Trace!”
There’s not really a ‘downtown’ Montauk, but she manages to drive and find a street that has some shops on it past the vacation homes. Then she leaves that behind and drives down a dirt path through low bushes and comes to a small grouping of trees around a Cabin in a mix of dirt and sand.
And isle unto thyself, she thought breathlessly. All on her own.
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A tape slips into a boombox that sits on the cooler that the fisherman had yet to touch.
The winds were slim today. No white caps on the water to ruin the gentle sway of the boat. The sun’s light wove in and out of dark grey clouds.
A crackle of the tape crackes through the air. Water laps at the boat. The fisherman swings his line out to the sea.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save everyday till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
The fisherman sang along to the lyrics as he stands up, pulling at the fish on the other side of his line. He tugs and pulls and then swings back, reeling slightly from the force, only to find a rather small fish at the end of the line.
He groans. The boy sitting on the chair next to him echoes the sound of disappoint.
“Throw her back?” the boy asks.
“She’s too small,” the fisherman laments.
“That is true,” Poseidon says from where he leans up against the railing of the boat, twisting so that it was his elbows against the cool metal. “You could do better. There are few fish in this spot anyway.”
Neither of the mortals react to his voice, of course, and the man tosses the fish back to the sea and swings his line out again. They chatted for a few moments about trying to get something good to ‘bring back to your mother for dinner’ before they lapsed into an easy silence.
Poseidon had invited himself on this fisherman’s father and son trip with his boy. They can’t see him where he leans against the boats side or hear his comments on the weather or the sea or ah, rather shame that fish wasn’t bigger and maybe the man should just be a better fisherman. It wasn’t often he spent time like this with mortals.
His somewhat snarky comments became less and less frequent as the day went on. The boy and his father seemed to enjoy each other’s company greatly. They laughed as the son nearly dropped the biggest catch back into the ocean. They talked about the boy’s school and how glad he was it that it was summer again.
Poseidon found himself watching them in silence.
The boy turns to look up at the clouds where the grey had soon overtaken the sparse blue of the sky. “Think it’ll rain?”
“Feels like a storms brewing,” the fisherman says, eyes on the horizon. “With hurricane season starting we’ll have to be on the lookout for that. Come on, I’ll show you how to read the weather radar.”
Poseidon snaps his fingers in the mist, appearing to them in a much younger form. For a second, both mortals wavered in their spots as the magic descends over them. The fisherman turns to look at Poseidon, seeing him for the first time.
“Boy, do you want me to show you the radar too?”
Poseidon, now to both the fisherman and his son thought to be a boy from their neighborhood, smiles, and waves them off. “Oh, no. I learned that all already.”
The fisherman gives small smile. “That’s right, that’s right. Well, keep an eye on the winds and the horizon. We’ll be just a moment.”
He and his son disappear into the small cabin, crammed in like sardines. Poseidon turns his youthful gaze to the horizon. There was a storm brewing. In the distance, wind spirits played with each other. They spun and wove and dip into the sea, spraying the salty water into the air.
A few minutes later and the man and his son swept out from the cabin, laughing. Poseidon finds himself smiling despite his somewhat tempered mood.
“The winds are picking up,” he remarks as the boy went to replace the tape in the radio. “I think you should get out of here.”
The fisherman’s eyes turn worried. “Think you’re right. Help me — here I’ll show you the GPS system. Just got it installed.”
He grabs Poseidon’s arm before the god could voice any sort of protestation and swings him into the cabin, squeezing in behind. He flicks on the engine, twisting the keys in place, and nods toward the spinning GPS navigator on Poseidon’s left.
As the man explains it, his voice patient, Poseidon found himself listening even though he certainly had no need to have it explained to him at all.
“You’re close to your son,” he cut the man off suddenly, turning to look over his shoulder at the boy that was cleaning and collecting things as the boat began to pick up speed.
“Oh, yes,” the fisherman says, slightly distracted, “Very. His mother and I are very proud. Close to your father, boy? He show you how to read the radar?”
Poseidon couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him then. “Oh, no. My father and I are not close. I figured it out myself, you could say.”
The fisherman turned to look at him suddenly. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It… has been so long,” Poseidon found himself admitting.
“Well then you can only hope for a chance to be a better father to your own son,” the fisherman says. “Clean slate you could say. Do all the right things your father never did.”
The god frowned. “I do not understand.”
The fisherman gave a small shrug. For a moment he was unfocused on the conversation as rain drops began to hit the cabin. But then the boat pushed faster through the now misty ocean and the world became the sound of rain battering glass and the engine shaking the whole boat.
“Well, ah mean,” the fisherman says slowly, “Doing all the things your old man didn’t. Being there for your son. Talking. Trips together.”
“Like this with your son,” Poseidon states. The man nods.
The god let himself wonder for a moment about imagining himself in the place of this fisherman. A faceless child took the place of the man’s son. He imagines preparing for this trip. Buying bait and preparing the food to be stored in the plastic cooler. Laughter. An inside joke. He imagines teaching a faceless figure about the sea. Abandoning the boat and pulling them further and further down into the expanse of the dark churning water.  
He imagines staying in the boat as the storm came down, riding the waves together. He imagines reveling in the mastery of the oceans power, the all-encompassing dominion of the sea as it roiled and churned and destroyed. He turns to look out the window and caught his reflection in the dark glass. A beardless young, tan face. Green eyes from his mother. Black hair. Suddenly the faceless child he’d been imagining looks like him.
“My old man and I,” the fisherman interrupts, “we used to go on fishing trips like this all the time. He’s long gone now, you know, but I enjoyed doing this with him and I’m doing it for my son. I’m teaching him. My grandpa, my old man’s dad, you know. He wasn’t a good man.”
The fisherman’s face turns troubled, as if he wasn’t sure why he was admitting this. Poseidon nodded, urging the man to continue. Hesitantly, he did.
“…so, my old man always made sure we spent time together. He was busy, but he tried. I know he did.”
“You loved him,” Poseidon says. He understood immortal love, sure. He understood possession. He understood adoration. He could speak with care of his wife and his children. He did love his wife. He could revere someone, even. He could speak fondly even of his siblings if he so desired, of those around him. But this tone in the fisherman’s voice felt almost unreachable. Unattainable. Mortal.
Like a height Poseidon had yet to reach.
“Love,” the man corrects, “You don’t stop loving someone because they died.”
“I suppose not,” Poseidon says, turning to gaze back out to sea again. Then he turns around and observes the boy that was happily standing in the rain as the boat cut through the waves. “Your son. What if he betrays you?”
“How do you mean?”
Poseidon tilts his head to the side. In the next moment, he was off the coast of Africa. Then he was in the North Sea. Then he was churning in the Mediterranean, a whirlpool of nothing but hot and cold. Then he was back in the boat.
“What if your son does something you do not approve of… or,” he tilts his head the other way now. He wants to ask the question suddenly that was burning through him. The question that was churning the seas that his consciousness was. “How do you know you’re a good father?”
The fisherman finally drew his gaze away from the front of the boat and back toward his son. There was adoration in his eyes, Poseidon could see. There was even love. He could feel it roiling the air like the ocean currents.
The one thing that Poseidon had come to associate with love wasn’t there. Possession.
He had mourned his children before. He mourned too many of them. It had been so long since he’d had a child that could die. He found himself hesitating, observing this father’s love for his child.
“I suppose,” the fisherman says, “that I could never ask anything of him he wouldn’t want to do. And kids, well, they do lots of things their parents wouldn’t do. I don’t hold him to any conditions. But… but I hope when he looks at me, he sees a man he’d want to be. A man who isn’t doing all the things his father never did but doing them because I did them.”
Poseidon thought this over.
“You go on trips together, you laugh together. You ask nothing of him,” he says slowly. The fisherman turnes, raising one eyebrow at Poseidon’s seemingly strange tone. “You seem unwilling to control him. You have no conditions on your love. You don’t fear a betrayal. You wish to see yourself in him. That’s how you do better by him, than your grandfather to your father.” This reasoning made sense to the god, even if he didn’t understand it fully.
Then he nods to himself. “Thank you, mortal. I suppose I will let you pass through this storm unharmed.”
Part of him was jealous by this father and son duo. The oath would never give him the hint of a life that this fisherman had helped him to imagine. Never could he have what he imagined here. The rules, regardless, wouldn’t allow for Poseidon to ever step foot on a little boat like this with a child that looked like him. Not for any amount of time.
He could let the storm get worse. He could let it overtake this fishing vessel and rip it to shreds. The monstrous part of him wanted to. The part of him that had shaken the earth and wiped Crete from the face of Grecian history wanted to take this ship and slam it so destructively into the rocks they were perilously close to until all that was left was the faint sense of something that had been.
But then he looked back at the fisherman, still observing his son with such a look of adoration and love that the jealously in the god dropped to. To.
He didn’t know what.
Then the mans eyes snapped back to the god, eyes wide. “Wait, who—.”
Poseidon disappears.
All that was left were two mortals realizing something was out of their perception, a storm that was becoming nothing more than a strong wind and a misty air, and the faint smell of the sea stronger than anywhere around them.
He reappears much further south in New York State, somewhere along Long Island and near the camp that he hadn’t seen in some forty or so years. Still appearing younger than he ever did, in the reflection of a dirty window of a place renting canoes, he decidess he would stroll around and get his thoughts in order.
He clutches his trident tightly in his fist, making his way to the beach.
There, he would be able to think. There, he wouldn’t be tempted to do something he would regret. There, he wouldn’t think about all the things he suddenly wanted to dwell on.
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Nailed It: Pastor Jamal Bryant Curtly Crucifies Herschel Walker While Second Woman Accusing Candidate Of Abortion Payment Speaks Out
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Amen, hallelujah, and take your time, Pastor—but you ain’t have to go in on Herschel Walkerlike this, did you?  
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Pastor Jamal Bryant  (yes, that Jamal Bryant) of metro Atlanta’s New Birth Missionary Baptist Church let it be known that while he loves all of God’s children, not all of them need to be representing the state of Georgia in the U.S. Senate.
“Y’all ain’t ready for me today,” Jamal Bryant said to his congregation in a viral clip. “In 2022, we don’t need a walker, we need a runner. “They thought we were so slow, that we were so stupid, that we would elect the lowest caricature of a stereotypical broken Black man as opposed to somebody who is educated and erudite and focused,” he continued.
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For example, Sen. Lindsey Graham really thinks that if Walker is elected that “maybe every other young child in America of color might want to be a Republican”—because Graham clearly watched too many “I wanna be like Mike” commercials in the ’90s.
Anyway, Bryant wasn’t done raising hell (uh, so to speak) on Walker from the pulpit.
“We need somebody who’s going to run and tell the truth about Jan. 6. We need someone who going to run and push for the cancellation of student loan debts,” Bryant said. “We need someone who’s going to run and make the former president respond to a subpoena. We don’t need a walker. We need somebody who will be steadfast, unmovable, always abounding, knowing your labor is not in vain.”
*cue tambourine*
Actually, if you ask me, Bryant didn’t go far enough, so I’ll continue.
We need somebody who isn’t flashing cereal box proof-of-purchase police badges to back lies about working in law enforcement.
We need somebody who doesn’t use several pronouns while denouncing the existence of pronouns because he doesn’t understand what pronouns are.
We need somebody who isn’t pretending babies who survived abortions are in need of special protections and legislation because in his world, Aborted Baby Jim Crow is a thing that exists.
Speaking of abortion, maybe we need somebody who doesn’t appear to be pro-choice when it comes to pregnancies he doesn’t want, but pro-life when it comes to the unwanted pregnancies of every other woman.
Second Woman Accuses Herschel Walker Of Paying For Abortion, Comes Forward In Interview
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The woman alleged that she initially went to an abortion clinic herself in 1993 after she became pregnant amid a yearslong affair with Walker.
“[Walker] was very clear that he did not want me to have the child. And he said that because of his wife’s family and powerful people around him that I would not be safe and that the child would not be safe,” said the second woman to accuse Walker of impregnating her and then pressing her to get an abortion, ABC News reported. “I felt threatened and I thought I had no choice,” said the woman, who has come forward on camera for the first time since making her allegations public at a press conference last week with her attorney, Gloria Allred.
According to the woman, after seeing an ultrasound at the clinic she backed out, but Walker was persistent and drove her to have the abortion himself.  She alleged that he gave her cash to have the procedure.
As previously reported, Walker denied the allegations just like he did the last woman claiming, with receipts, that Walker paid for her abortion.
Much like the good pastor who crucified the bad congressional candidate (again—so to speak), the second woman, known as Jane Doe, also believes Walker is unfit for office.
When asked why, she told ABC, “I think honesty matters.”
Church!
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