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judasrpc · 2 years

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What's the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend'?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What's a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What's their favorite [insert anything] that they've never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they're alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they've been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don't like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

#rp memes #rp prompts #rp meme #roleplay prompts #ask box meme #askbox meme #inbox meme #character help #character development #rpc #rph #judasrpc

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nicksbestie · 1 month

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Hey! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write a fic where Matt is a little bit tried to hide that he’s slipped from his partner (I don’t mind female or gender neutral :))? Thank you angel 💜💜💜

Hiding - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Despite being incredibly loved and supported, your boyfriend still struggles a lot with anxiety about how he chooses to cope. Good thing you can always tell when he needs you <3

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : mentions of anxiety, worrying

Word Count : 1124

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Your boyfriend was the sweetest person that you had ever met. You had never met someone who was so genuinely kind hearted, despite everything that they had dealt with and been through, and you considered yourself so incredibly lucky to have such a darling person in your life, especially being your partner. He dealt with a lot in his life, especially now that he was a public figure, and you knew that could become incredibly difficult for him. It often showed in his time off of the camera, as his job was not stress free. His anxiety could often be uncontrollable, and it was something that he had struggled with for his entire life.

He had been through so many coping mechanisms in his life, desperately trying to find something that would ease his worries, and it took him a long time to find something comfortable for him. He took a while before he even told you about it, a little worried and afraid that he would be judged by you, despite knowing that you loved him unconditionally. When he finally told you that he had chosen regression as a coping mechanism, you comforted him with open arms, telling him that you were insanely proud of him, knowing that it had been difficult to overcome the anxiety swelling in his mind to just tell you about it.

Matt was the sweetest little, his age falling around the toddler range, and he was the most gentle baby you’d ever taken care of. He was quiet, fairly introverted, and extremely cuddly. He was a very loving little one, and he was nearly always happy while he was in headspace. He’s a cute baby, but sometimes, his anxiety follows him into his littlespace. Every now and then, it really got to him, and he was even more attached to you, terrified of the world, trusting you to take care of him and keep him safe. Because of this anxiety sometimes getting to him, during these days, he often fought his regression, feeling extremely self conscious about it, but you were always there to help him relax.

Today was clearly one of those days. You had noticed that Matt had been picking at his nails a lot, his eyes always darting back and forth, and his body just generally screamed that he was anxious. You had done everything you could to help that day, hugging him lots, texting and telling him lots of words of encouragement, making sure that you were never far from him just in case he needed you. You didn’t know what had caused today to be such a bad day, but it was entirely possible that it was simply just one of those days. Anxiety can be unpredictable, and maybe he had just woken up unlucky today. You were supportive throughout the entire day, ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest, knowing that Matt hadn’t had time to regress in multiple days now.

When he had to go many days without his form of stress relief, it often caused his anxiety to get a lot worse. You had a feeling that he really needed to have little time, but it was clear that he was busy today. He had a lot to do for filming videos, brand collabs, getting set up to film the next podcast episodes, and he had nearly been working nonstop for the past week. You knew deep down that he needed to relax, but you unfortunately had to wait and support him through the day first. The day continued, they finished filming a car video, and the second that Matt pulled into the garage, you immediately went downstairs to check on him. Nick and Chris thundered out of the car, laughing about some stupid joke, not noticing how Matt threw his head back into the seat, eyes closing, and a deep sigh leaving his lips, before putting his head in his hands.

You hurriedly opened the door, helping him out of the car and pulling him into a deep hug, helping him walk back up the stairs. His exhaustion was written all over his face, and you could feel it as he let you carry half of his weight. You helped him change into more comfortable clothing, and he immediately threw himself down on the bed, curling up into you when you laid down next to him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back and running a hand through his hair, gently whispering comforts and praise, noticing the way he slowly went completely silent. You let him lay there in quiet for a while, hugging him, and softly kissing his forehead before speaking.

“Are you okay, honey?”

He simply nodded into your chest, not answering, and you had a suspicion that he was slipping, and trying to hide the fact that he was feeling little. You didn’t want to pressure him, wanting to give him the space to tell you himself, but you didn’t think he was going to do that tonight, so you spoke again.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m here if you need me, alright bubba?”

Before you knew it, loud sobs were filling the room, Matt hugging you tighter and attempting to make himself appear smaller, clearly feeling immense levels of fear and embarrassment. Your eyes softened, continuing to comfort him while he cried.

“Oh, angel. Deep breaths, baby, you’re safe. You’re going to be okay, my love, I’ve got you. Nothing to worry about anymore, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

It seemed to only make him cry harder, unable to speak to save his life, simply clinging to you and crying out all of his frustrations into the person he trusted with his life, his most vulnerable headspace. You reassured him, whispering sweet nothings to him while he cried it out, slowly stopping the tears, hiccuping a little bit, and if he wasn’t so sad, you would’ve found it so cute. You gently wiped his tears away, pressing little kisses to his forehead and cheeks, keeping him in your arms so he felt encased, but in the safest possible way. When he cried this hard, and had this bad of a day, he always cried himself right into a nap, and you were patiently expecting it.

You knew he needed the rest, and you kept him held close to your body, his stuffed animal clutched in his arms, tears drying, and slowly yawning. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep against you, face flushed, and you held him as he slept, knowing that no matter what mood he was in when he woke up, you would always be here to take care of him, and he didn’t have to hide.

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benkeibear · 1 year

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⋆꙳✧༄ Breaking up with them

❖ Characters: various blue lock characters

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ Summary: Just small Drabbles based on songs about how you guys broke up and why

❖ WARNINGS: heartbreak, mentions of cheating at the first one

❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | thank you @i-am-tiny-sun for helping me choose between songs!

It came out of nowhere, the both of you having a rather beautiful relationship, one that makes others jealous but the moment the words slipped past his lips your whole world crumbled. He cheated in a drunken haze at a party- a party you attended as well. He tried blaming it on the alcohol in his system and that it doesn't count because it didn't mean a single thing but to you it was clear, things would never be the same and you can't stay with him much longer after this. What if this wasn't a one time thing? It wasn't the first time he disappeared during those parties after all.

"We could blame it on our hands, they lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it. Or we could blame it on our bodies - they say we like the way we feel when we get touched”

➸ Ryusei Shido, Oliver Aiku, Akira Endoji, Ryosuke Kira

Every time he came over, he never stayed the night and he made it clear from the very beginning that there won't be any feelings involved. Of course you agreed but somewhere after all the times you fell asleep in his arms you realized that this meant something to you, even though it shouldn't. His kisses linger on your skin but the warmth his body provided, doesn't linger much longer than the night lasts and is gone by the time the rays of sunshine flood your room. So one day without another word you blocked him and never opened the door, even when he showed up and begged to talk to you, his heart broken over not being with you anymore.

“Said I wouldn’t care if you walked away but every time you're there, I'm begging you to stay. Only love can hurt like this, your kisses burn into my skin”

➸ Rin Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Shoei Barou, Gin Gagamaru, Okuhito Iemon, Aryu Jyubei

Things were always so right but yet so wrong. The lack of time, the lack of touches, the lack of your partner being committed to the relationship. You knew you two belong together since it was always you against the world but the world slowly started to defeat the two of you. Days turned into weeks and none of you had the power to change anything, helplessly watching from the sidelines as your relationship slipped away like sand through your hands - slowly but inevitable. He might be your perfect match but it's just not the time for the both of you to be happy with each other so you decided to break things off… maybe in the future things will work better for you.

“When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside. But if you loved me, why’d you leave me?”

➸ Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Noel Noa

The relationship was straight out of a fairytale, flowers every friday, a kiss on the forehead in the morning and at night, a shared bond without words - something people would call eternal love. He made you feel like you're the most important person to exist, like you two could tear down everything that comes into your way. The nights you two spent inside, giggling about your future, thinking about how you'll name the kids and pets, designing your own little house - everything forgotten in the split of a second when he told you it's never been real to him, he just needed someone to warm his bed and you were perfect, too naive to see through all of his sweet talking.

“I don't want to waste away another cell on a memory when you're just another meaningless lover. Forget the nights we spent laughing ‘til the morning on your bedroom floor”

➸ Jingo Raichi, Jinpachi Ego, Alexis Ness, Wataru Kuon

Things were never perfect, but what relationship is perfect? Truth is that you both loved each other unconditionally, yes. You loved. It's the past. Date nights started becoming less and so did the mutual interest to spend time together, be it inside or going out together. It was as if you two just coexisted within each others spaces, the “good night, I love you” turned into “good night, love ya” and finally into “good night” and that's when it hit the both of you - there was a time where you loved each other but that time is long gone. The only right thing to do now is to let each other free, allowing the other to find love elsewhere and it was okay. You still valued what you once had.

“Let's just forget the things said and the autumn night when we realized we were falling out of love. So let's just pretend everything and anything between you and me was never meant to be”

➸ Gurimu Igarashi, Seishiro Nagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Ikki Niko, Tsurugi Zantetsu

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skipper19 · 7 months

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Imagine this..

Keigo quietly sulks into your shared bedroom, already having left his visor and jacket, along with his boots, resting by the front door. He swiftly removed his shirt and pants, only his boxers remaining, as he tried to gently lay behind you on the inviting bed.

He wished you were awake, a selfish thought, seeing as it was 3 a.m., and he knew you tried your best to stay up for him. Keigo gently wraps his arms around your body and spoons you close to his chest. His warm breath fanned across your neck, and you scooted that bit closer to him in result. Keigo sighs and tucks his nose into your hair. He loved that familiar scent. It consumed him, reminded him that he was home, he was with you.

Keigo felt his muscles relax, and his wings sag off the bed behind him. Keigos hand traveled to caress your collarbone, tiredly smiling when he felt the feather rest peacefully on your skin. His finger rubbed soothing circles into your supple flesh. Keigo shakily inhaled as he relished in the love he felt in the moment.

You were the most loving, supportive, kind, and loyal girlfriend he could ask for. He never had to worry about coming home to a cold bed and a cup of ramen, not that you lived with him now. The atmosphere that enveloped him when he stepped foot into your shared home always put his mind at ease. Hawks was able to rest, while Takami Keigo was able to spread his wings and be himself. All the while, you were waiting there with open arms, ready to hold him close and love him unconditionally.

There have been so many times you proved that you loved him. Loved him for the comedian with bedhead and comfortable clothes instead of the charismatic winged hero everyone else saw him as. You have patched him up more times than he could count, paper cut to bullet wounds, and yet you never deterred from his side. He was so scared he would push you away because of his hero life.

The commission had always told him that he never needed a partner. The idea of a lover would blind him and steer his focus on what is important. Not only this, but he couldn't possibly balance his love life and hero life. Anyone he chose to bring into his life and hold dear to his heart would be ripped to shreds by the cruel world, and he would always be weak to protect them. This thought, this fear that the commission instilled into his head since he was a young boy, has never once left his brain.

But Keigo couldn't help himself from being selfish. He met you in an odd circumstance. He didn't save you, but the other way around. It was no life or death situation, but it was still important. Keigo was in such a rush to get to his meeting with the newest recruit, but he had to have his coffee. The only coffee he enjoyed was from the Voler Librement Oiseau café downtown. Of course, it had to be so far away from his agency, but he needed his morning coffee, or he would be grumpy.

After Keigo ordered his drink (and tried to politely excuse himself from his fans), he hurriedly rushed from the small shop. Unfortunately, he had a one track mind in the moment, and he didn't see the cute girl trying to enter the shop the moment he was leaving. The second he stepped foot from the building, his body collided with another smaller frame, and in a rush of adrenaline, he reached forward to grab the other person in an effort to stop their fall. This was obviously the wrong move to make, seeing as he reached out the hand holding his coffee.

A loud yelp, followed by a body hitting the ground, abruptly interrupted the once peacful morning air. People passing by spared glances yet kept walking. Others slowed down and pulled out their phones.

Keigos wings stiffened behind him, and his breath hitched in his throat. His hands froze midair as heat rushed his cheeks in embarrassment. A woman sat on the pavement below him, coffee stains ruining her barista uniform, and a pained expression etched on her face. Keigo quickly kneeled down and laid his hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, are you alright?" He gently asked. Your eyes opened and peered up at him. Your eyes glanced around at the people who had chosen to stop and record this embarrassing moment. Keigo noticed your discomfort and used his wings to shield you both from other view.

"Hey," He softly called once again. Your attention finally snapped to his gaze, and you shakily exhaled. "Are you alright?" You nervously gulped your nerves and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm alright." You sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes with your shoulder. "Are you?" You mumbled. Keigos' wings twitched behind him, and he glanced down to your reddened palms along with your stained clothes.

"Am I..?" He trailed off. Your hand reached up and traced the scratches on his hand where you wildly reached out to grab him before you fell. The scratches were bleeding, yet he hadn't noticed them until you pointed it out. "H-here," you mumbled as you reached into your bag. "My friend buys me bandaids all the time because I'm a bit.." You trailed off, embarrassed and flustered, as you pulled out a few bandaids. "Clumsy?" He finishes quietly.

You gulped and nodded as you began putting the small bandages on his hand. Keigo felt his shoulders tense, and his eyes narrowed in on your nimble fingers. He didn't know why he was so..guarded. No, he wasn't guarded, per se. He just didn't expect you to move so boldly with such a kind act towards someone like him. Sure, fans constantly hugged him and nagged him for pictures as he strolled down the street, but this was just different.

Genuine kindness, gentle movement, and nervous silence.

Soon enough, your hands retreated from his minor injuries and balled the trash up in your hands before looking back up to him. "I'm sorry for bumping into you, but I really need to go, first day on the job.." You nervously laughed and began standing up. Keigo unwrapped his wings from around you both and stood up with you. "Yeah, uh, I have to get going as well." He put on a charming smile as he cocked his head.

Keigo reciprocated your nod as you passed by him to enter the café. In a sudden act on impulse, Keigo stepped back and grabbed your arm. You looked back at him with surprise, and then a small smile tugged on your lips. "Yes?" You shyly asked.

Keigo cleared his throat (that had been so very dry) and dropped his grip on your arm. Instead, he offered his hand to you. "I'm Hawks, but you probably already know that." He smirked. You quirked your eyebrow and put your hand in his. He relished in the comparison between the softness of your skin and the callous of his. "I'm y/n. Why would I know who you are? Are you some big shot or something?" Your quiet voice teased him, obviously enjoying his increasingly reddening face.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I-I mean..I'm, you know, the number two hero in Japan. I'm pretty popular?" His explanation turned more into a question the longer he talked, and you couldn't help but giggle. You flattened your uniform against yourself and gave him a teasing glance. "I'm not from around here, but it's been nice meeting you.. Hawks. Hopefully, we can see each other around some time soon." The last words you spoke before escaping to your first shift at your new job.

That was the day Takami Keigo met the love of his life. Along with earning the title of a regular at the small French café.

Tonight, in the moment, Keigo breathes in your presence. He couldn't help but get emotional. He knows you love him. He can feel your affection and love, no matter where or what time of the day. Keigos wings, despite being worn and tired thanks to the stress of the day, move to wrap around your warmth. He makes sure to wrap around you completely, his back facing the bedroom door as his strong arms keep you close.

Keigo curses under his breath when he feels himself grow hot under the sheets. He isn't too surprised. The love you pour onto him daily is enough to keep his libido high, no matter how physically drained he is. He doesn't bother waking you up. His baby bird needs her rest. He would feel such guilt if he stole your rest from you. A warm hand sneaks its way into your panties, cupping your sex and using the hold to pull your ass closer to his hips.

The movement causes you to stir slightly, but Keigo shushes you. "You're alright, baby bird." He softly reassured you. The calming voice soothed your mind, and you even leaned your head back, so now your head was tucked under his chin. Keigo smirked and kissed your head.

Krigo makes quick work to pull your panties down, along with his own boxers, before hesitating. He had done this many times before. He had your consent long before, but he didn't want to take his hand away from your warmth. Just cupping your pussy was enough. Was Keigo that desperate just for you? Yes, he was.

Keigo took his time. Keeping his hand cupping you while rutting his hips into your bare behind. Though eventually, Keigo found himself pushing his hard length into your warm cunt. He whined at the tight, warm, wet feel of you wrapped around him. It didn't matter if you were asleep. You ached for him just as much as he did for you.

#bnha hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #mha hawks #mha x reader #mha #fanfic #bnha keigo #keigo takami #keigo x reader #mha takami keigo #keigo x you #keigo x y/n

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malarign · 1 year

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love you unconditionally

(ways to win their heart)

contains: bf!hyungline x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! crying and honking at elders in Jay’s one (sorry i had to put it here, i have a very soft spot for old people 😔), mentions of food in all of them | wc: 2,4k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: this is way longer than I intended it to be 🙈 also writing this when we’re in the same country is a new feeling for me 😬

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

➶ Cooking for him *ೃ༄

Having such fast-paced work life as Heeseung had is not for the weak. And he certainly was not a weak person, but like everybody he had boundaries. At times when they had been crossed he needed to be taken care of with an extra dose of love and tenderness.

Hearing a loud sigh you looked at your boyfriend, who plopped on the couch next to you. His hair was still wet, body still hot from the warmth of shower water. He placed his head on your thigh and you put away your book to look at him.

“Tired?” you simply asked to which he languidly nodded with his eyes closed. Heeseung warned you that this week is going to be a nightmare and he was right. Every day he came back home sapless from hard work. This made you worry and think about what you could do to help him feel better and stay in shape.

“Hungry?” you asked once again, and he answered the same way as before, with a pout visible on his lips.

You rubbed his shoulders and patted them gently signaling him to raise his head. He reluctantly did and threw a frown at you. You smiled and made an offer that he would never say no to. “Let me make you some ramen. Just the way you like.”

Your words made his stomach grumble. He watched you go to the kitchen, and make his absolute favorite dish. After all those years of knowing him, you developed the perfect recipe made of spices combinations and ingredients proportions. Every time you made it Heeseung could swear he would marry you right away.

After all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

➶ Showing interest in his hobbies *ೃ༄

Heeseung being a man of many talents, naturally is interested in many things in various fields. Basketball, football, games, piano, dancing, and many more were one of the things he adored. And the fact that you showed such interest in those things made him feel important to you as if by knowing more about his hobbies you knew more about him. Even if his interests were completely not your cup of tea you left no stone unturned to know as much as you managed to about them. Whether it was basketball or football where you could learn rules to watch matches with him or ask him to teach you to play some piano piece or choreography

“And then at the last minute, he cheated, as always though” Heeseung spoke about his last match with Niki in their new favorite game.

“Didn’t he do that last time, too? But you still won, right?” you asked eyebrow raising in question. He didn’t even have to answer as his cockily raised eyebrow told you everything.

“Of course I did.” His smile was so big you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Can we play it? I want to see why you like it so much” you asked pointing to the controllers. You observed how his eyes grew bigger, sparkles brightening his dark orbs. He knew damn well video games weren’t really your cup of tea, yet you offered to play with him. Heeseung decided to not question you and just nodded reaching to the pair of controllers and handing you one of them.

“I can’t guarantee I won’t cheat too, though.”

Park Jongseong | 박종성

➶ Being polite to others *ೃ༄

Good manners was something Jay’s parents tought him from his childhood days. He knew what was the responsible thing to doin relevant situations, knew how to treat other’s and how to help them when they asked for it. He never hesitated to reach out his hand to a person in need of help.

Because of that upbringing he somehow expected his partner to be as considerate and amiable as he was. That’s probably the reason why he loved you so much. Your kind actions and warm gestures made his heart beat only for you.

But just like every human being you had your bad days when you couldn’t keep it cool. By contrast to your kindness your short-tempered character made you loose control for a second.

Jay was cooking a dinner for both of you knowing you’ll be home at any minute now. he heard how you unlocked the front door but the sound of the door slamming shut took him by surprise. Sensing something was wrong he took careful steps to the hallway where he saw you sitting on the floor, your back facing him. He went around you and the sight made his expression drop. Your face was tear stained and eyes puffy, meaning you had been crying for a while now. He crouched next to you to take your form closer to his and asked softly: “Do you want to tell me what happened?”, but that only made you cry harder. Not wanting your eyes to hurt the next day he helped you calm down, waiting for some kind of response from you.

“I feel like I’m the worst person,” you whispered, another tears forming in your eyes.

“Why would you say that, sweetheart? You’re the kindest person I know.” The absurd of what you had said made him confused.

“Becaused when I honked at this car that was in front of me, that didn’t drive even though we had green light, it turned out that there was an old man behind a wheel,” you spoke syntax and sense of your statement long gone. “And when I overtook him he apologized by raising his hand. Jay that man could be like 90 years old and I treated him like that. I feel horrible,” you cried again finding comfort in his arms.

Jay couldn’t help but smile at your innocence. He held you for as much time as you needed reminding you about all the things you do and convincing you that you’re certainly not a bad person.

➶ Having heart-to-heart conversations *ೃ༄

Working in Seoul was tiring most of the times, draining from both physical and mental energy. Living fast was not for everybody, even people who do know how to cope with the hardships of this lifestyle needed to pour their hearts out once in a while, sharing their worries and nuisances to feel lighter in some way.

Both you and Jay knew about that, so every month you had a long heart-to-heart conversation that made your hearts at ease. You talked about many things, sometimes feelings and everyday matters too overwhelming to talk about them straight away. Instead you just asked each other questions you didn’t have an oppourtunity to ask.

“What do you wish you could spend more time doing?” you asked, breaking the long but comfortable silence that surrounded you. You shifted and layed on him, head now raising and falling down just as his chest did when he took a breath.

“I wish I could cook a little bit more. I mean like not cooking every day meals, but experimenting with other quisines and types of food,” he spoke after thinking for a while.

“Do you know what cuisine?” you asked quriously.

He looked at you and exclaimed with a smile: “Maybe some dish from [your country name]? That would benefit both of us. I would spend more time in the kitchen and you could eat meals from your childhood.”

“Ooh, not gonna lie, that sounds tempting!” You hugged him tighter with excitement.

“What about you, sweetheart?”

“Probably painting. I still have blank canvas but not the energy to even think about what to capture on it,” you said while an idea crept into your mind.

“You could always paint me,” Jay remarked.

“I thought about exact same thing.”

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

➶ Cuddling with him *ೃ༄

Jake is probably the clingiest person of them, who all would love and long for any form of physical contact with you. He adored holding your hands in his, occasionally rubbing them with this thumb. He loved the scent of your shampoo and body wash so every time you finished your nighttime routine he ran to you to just smell your freshly washed hair. And on top of that, his favorite thing ever was how your body felt against his whenever you hugged or cuddled. This is probably why he enjoyed it whenever it was you who cuddled him, not him cuddling you.

Jake came back home from his stroll to the grocery store for some snacks. Both of you were supposed to watch the new episode of a show you just started when you realized you ran out of snacks, so he quickly went out to buy something to fill your stomachs up.

“Baby I’m back!” he shouted while taking off his shoes.

“Come here quickly!” He heard your response and jogged to the living room. You were laying on the couch in a reclined position. When you noticed his presence in the room, a smile rose on your lips and you opened your arms inviting the boy into your loving embrace. Jake didn’t waste any second jumping onto you making both of you giggle. He placed his head on your chest and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers tangle in his locks. And if not for your pat on his shoulder he would completely forget about the promised episode and just find solace and comfort in your affection.

➶ Spending time with him when you're busy *ೃ༄

Handling uni work with your part-time job was probably the hardest aspect of your life. Jake knew your hardships and if there was something he could help you with he did it with pleasure. Seeing your struggles truly breaks your heart so he does everything in his power to somehow let you know he’ll always be there for you. With that awareness, he cherished with his whole heart any moment you spared him.

Currently, you were laying down on your bed, bodies cuddled up together. You played with his fingers as he was telling you about your day. Listening to him attentively you started feeling your eyelids closing involuntarily. You fought the tiredness with all your will, but the exhaustion from the past week full of work and assignments drained you of any energy.

Jake noticed how you struggled to keep your eyes open so he cupped your face in his free hand and said: “Babe, you must be really tired. Let me help you get changed and make the bed for you to sleep comfortably.”

You looked up at him and your eyes softened. “But I wanna listen to your day more. I missed you so much and we barely even saw each other this week” you spoke.

“It’s okay, my love, I know you do so as soon as we wake up tomorrow I’ll finish my story. How does that sound?” he asked and left a short kiss on your forehead.

Seeing your nod Jake helped you get ready to sleep and made the bed for the two of you to hop into. He engulfed you in his arms and whispered tender “I love you”s and other sweet nothings into your ear. His touch made you melt in bliss, helping you fall asleep. Once he noticed your sleeping form he took a look at your face, treasuring the memory of time spent with you for a long time.

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

➶ Writing him notes/love letters *ೃ༄

As a silent lover, who shows his feelings rather through gestures Sunghoon appreciates when you did the same to him. Of course, he loved when you gave him hugs or peppered his face with heart-fluttering kisses, but seeing your love through kind messages on the mirror written with a bar of soap or small sticky notes attached to his lunch box made his whole day better, and nothing could make it worse.

Sunghoon finally went on his long-awaited break from work and closed all the opened programs on his office computer. He took a bag full of food you made for him for lunch and went to the kitchen to eat it comfortably. He took out a small box from the bag to heat the meal when he noticed a pink sticky note with a message written on it. “Have a great day, my love. Don’t overwork yourself and come back home safely ♡“ he read the message silently, not noticing a smile creeping on his face. He put it into his pocket and continued preparing the food.

After he finished eating he took a note into his hand and put it into a drawer of his desk where he stored every single one of them you wrote through the years of your relationship. He kept them knowing that there were days when you simply didn’t have much time to write him a note. Those days he just opened the drawer and drew one note which never failed to make his day.

And it always made him think about you. How is your day? Are you busy? What if you’re overworking yourself? Those questions pierced his mind, so instead of just worrying he texted you, hoping he wouldn’t disturb your work day. But he never did. You always responded as soon as you noticed his messages, which made you feel warm and loved.

➶ Giving him long hugs after a long day

For Sunghoon, a synonym of comfort and delight was simply being in your arms, a place where he felt the safest. He knew you’re the person with whom he can be who he truly is and didn’t need to put the brakes on himself. After stresfull days in work he dreamed of nothing else but to nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck while you brush his hair with your fingers.

And that’s exactly what happened. As soon as he came back he searched for you to finally feel at home. You gladly welcomed him wrapping your arms around him, softly scratching his back earning full of satifaction low hums from him in return.

“Let me massage your shoulders,” you offered suddenly when you felt how rock hard were his tensed muscles.

“No, I want to stay here,” he said as he made himself more comfortable, making both of you lay down on your shared bed.

You patted his head brushing his hair from off his face. “Anything for you, love.” You continued touching him gently when you heard soft snores coming from him. You shook him a bit to wake him up. You knew how he hated sleeping without showering first, in clothes he wore whole day.

Sunghoon opened his eyes lazily and nodded before rubbing them with his hands. He lifted from you and went straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower, while you made your med ready to lay down on it. When he came back you embraced him once again. He laid his head drowsily on your shoulder and sighed. You climbed on your toes to give him short peck on his lips and led him to lay down after day full of work.

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poppyandzena · 1 month

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hey poppy let go of Noeh

at some point yer gonna have to accept that the rape allegations were a toxic way to remain tethered to someone who wanted to leave you

she told you: no more

& you told everyone else.: that’s rape

what you’ve managed to choreograph is sabotage. and your supporters and former supporters play(ed) an integral role in that those DMs that just dropped — they show that actually, IT IS YOU who lacks any regard for consent (& with such ease)

she wanted to be left alone she wanted to get out

she essentially said NO over and over and over

to BOTH you and Zena

she said NO (MORE) in so many different ways WHILE you two tag teamed her into a quiet yes — that is what you call “coming to an agreement”? as if that was not the result of being coerced

sidenote

routine covert threats (read: publicly announced “ideations”) of suicide in connection to conflict (perceived abandonment) is coercion, poppy you’ve been doing that publicly for months. You are dangerous as a partner. The fear doesnt just go away, it becomes baked into the relationship & in these contexts, it is well known that suicide is a sibling to homicide — it’s emotional blackmail, it actually IS a form of emotionally terrorizing someone. Poppy you aren’t the only person who has lost a partner. My former partner actually followed through & shot themself in front of me. They died in my arms. I love them very much. Unconditionally. Forever. I miss them everyday. People should be terrified of this, it is fucking awful and the violence of this form of death is nothing to fuck with. It is what your loved ones are left cleaning up. Literally. AND I can still name what that was. It was coercion. It was emotional blackmail, it was abusive. I happen to know a little bit about this stuff. It’s not BPD, it’s coercion. Stop that. Stop coddling this. It is solely poppy’s responsibility to learn ways to manage that — idc what Zena’s codependency compels her to say. Zena go get treatment for that, codependency is too painful not to address. That shit is not anyone else’s responsibility to manage. You both need to manage your own mental health, that is pretty obvious

——

anyway,

you disregarded her no

zena disregarded her no

over and over and over

she revoked your access to her, bluntly & stood her ground — that was not cruelty, it was self preservation

you no longer had consent to carry on further as her romantic partner

you disregarded that boundary (or as you would say, you didn’t “OBEY” her boundary…tf smh) she wanted to stop she wanted out she said it in countless ways — to YOU zena and to YOU poppy

This is an issue of consent

normalizing a total disregard of consent has deeply embedded roots in rape culture

how can you all not connect the dots?

when someone wants to leave you - when a partner wants to break up and asserts: no more, you have absolutely no right to refuse & reject that choice

Alla this is how i knew you were an abuser, poppy.

it’s dangerous to leave abusers and that danger doesn’t always mean threats of physical violence/death . Lethality in a social context is a very real thing — it’s a common tactic used. The concept of a social death exists & it’s relevant here.

you all joined in. that is how this works. she said NO and poppy claimed RAPE. think about the implications for that with specific regard to what poppy is always speaking about — predatorjacketing trans women. Listen, poppy you know exactly what you’re doing here. Those of you who have joined in on this very calculated smear campaign need to go learn about intimidate partner violence. And consent. Jfc. And how this actually does tie to rape culture, just not in obvious ways. some of us recognized abuser dynamics very early on.

poppy is a seasoned abuser, she gets away with abuse

the audacity - to put an educational spin on this level of spite, haphazardly making weak connections to your (very) rudimentary take on rape culture - just to use your mental health platform to both obscure and reinforce abusing an ex partner who just wanted to LEAVE you

you have no right to disregard someone’s choice to leave

abusers can be so charming, huh?

so many of you got played

used

thingified

Cognitive dissonance is a mother fucker

You've put it so thoroughly and eloquently. I appreciate your lived experience and the insight it brings to this conversation. I hope you are safe and thriving, because that shit is hard. We all suffer in some form, and we have to stay relentlessly open, honest, and clear of mind. Thank you 🧡

#poppy #poppy and zena #zena and poppy #poppy diabolique #ladydiabolique #poppy & zena #zenaandpoppyonyoutube #nf

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tokkias · 1 year

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Natsu Dragneel didn’t read. It wasn’t that he couldn’t (though perhaps Gray might try to convince one otherwise), but rather that he just didn’t understand the appeal. He could probably count the number of novels he’d read in his life on one hand, because he always seemed to lose interest within the first few pages.

On the other hand, Lucy would often wax poetic about the way that an author could use their words to construct a narrative that could grip your soul, shake you to your very core, tear you apart piece by piece, and put you back together. In her eyes, a good book could be a well and truly life-changing experience.

Natsu, of course, would quietly disagree.

That was, until, Lucy became an author herself. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that Lucy could do anything she committed herself to, and if that happened to be proving his views on words wrong, then so be it.

After the release of her novel, Lucy didn’t stop smiling for a whole week; nothing was able to bring her down from the high of being a real, genuine published author. Natsu couldn’t help but smile along with her because he was just so damn proud of how far she had come.

Although she knew his opinions on reading, Lucy had gifted him the very first copy, a way of thanking him for all he had done for her over the years. It was first edition, hardcover, whatever that meant, but it seemed important to Lucy, so he kept it on his shelf, among various other knick-knacks. He always claimed he would get around to it, but Lucy knew better. She knew not to take offence to it; it simply wasn’t something he could help.

Lucy had been out on a solo mission the past week, leaving him to sulk alone in his house, not bothering to make his way over to the guild when Happy left (because it was boring without her anyway). Though it had turned out that it was just as boring home alone.

He was on his third—maybe fourth—lap around the house, stepping over dirty laundry that he swore he’d get to later, and examining random objects that had been subject to his hoarding habit. Natsu ran a finger over the surface of the shelf, leaving a line in the layer of dust that had collected there since the last time he (well, Lucy) had cleaned. It stopped just short of the single book that adorned it. His gaze fell upon it, leading to a moment of consideration.

Sure, what the hell.

Taking the book from its dedicated space on the shelf, Natsu threw himself down on the couch and let it fall open in his lap. He flicked through the pages, trying to find the opening lines, but his eyes were caught by a flash of text that sat comfortably before the page reading Chapter One.

A dedication to everyone in my life who made this book possible

To my dearly departed parents, for instilling in me my love for writing and magic, for always believing in me, and for allowing me to become the person I am today.

To my guildmates: thank you for welcoming me into your family with open arms, supporting me unconditionally, and inspiring this very novel.

And most importantly, to my partner and my best friend, for dragging me into our seemingly never-ending adventure, for making me smile, even in my darkest hours, and for allowing me to experience a life beyond even my wildest imagination.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of forever at your side.

She had never told him about this part of the book. It felt like he had uncovered a gift, a secret for him to find, should he ever choose to seek it out. Reading it over, again and again, made his heart skip a beat in his excitement, a grin creeping its way onto his face.

Yeah, okay.

Maybe Lucy really was right about words.

#mya writes things #nalu #fanfiction #fan fiction #i wasn't going to post this one on tumblr #but the girlies on ao3 went feral for this fic #and i guess you all deserve an apology after the last one i posted LOL

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everythingvolturi · 9 months

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My take on Twilight Mates - Part 1 Soulmates/True mates.

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I still question whether vampires actually ‘mate’ for life, and I will delve deeper into this in a later post. For now, I can categorically say that I do not believe in the ‘true mate’ or ‘soulmate’ trope.

By ‘true mate’, I mean the idea that two individuals, irrespective of them being vampires or humans, who are destined to be together. They usually feel some kind of inexplicit pull towards each other the instant they meet, and it’s like the universe is always coming up with ways for them to meet.

When I wrote my first twilight fanfiction 8 years ago, I was obsessed with this trope. The notion of a human having a metaphysical and unbreakable bond with a beautiful and powerful vampire was the perfect premise for my self-inserted fanfictions.

But my stance has changed, and there are a few reasons for this:

First: How does it actually work?

This is especially relevant for vampires, who are often over hundreds, if not thousands of years old. Most vampires also do not interact with humans or other vampires. All this is to say that the chances of vampires meeting their destined mate is not looking good statistically. Therefore, considering the amount of vampires who are ‘mated’ in canon, I highly doubt the plausibility of there actually being a ‘destined’ mate,

Also, what happens if a vampire does not find their ‘mate’ in time to turn them before they pass away? What if their mate existed before their existence? Are they subjected to a mate-less eternity, or simply ‘mate’ with someone and accept the reality that they have settled for second best, and might never meet their ‘true mate’? What if they find their ‘true mate’ after already having mated with someone?

It’s all quite depressing.

Second: How it impacts the characters and their relationship dynamic.

If you were told that your partner is destined to be with you, and would love and support you unconditionally, just how healthy is that? Not to mention the underlying ethical implications involving personal autonomy. (*Imprinting has left the room*).

Personally, I would want my partner to fall in love with me because of my qualities, values, or aspects about myself that I am proud of and worked hard to achieve. If I were told that my partner would still love me even if I were a horrible, abusive, lazy, selfish narcissist, I would seriously question the foundations of our relationship.

It also takes away the abundance of complexities and challenges that come with relationships, especially one involving a vampire and human. Knowing they are fated to each other really lowers the stake (pun not intended).

Third: Why do we still do it?

It feels safe:

For many authors and readers (myself included…), the idea that a vampire, who is theoretically better than humans in every way, is destined to be with us and will never leave us, is very reassuring. Less work and uncertainty is involved in the relationship dynamic because even the universe wants us to be together.

It is convenient:

This is especially relevant in the twilight-verse, where vampires often view humans as poultry, and other vampires as territorial threats. It is certainly not the optimal premise for falling in love and developing a substantial and meaningful relationship.

I think Stephanie Meyer herself recognises this, hence why most relationships in the book feel very sudden, shallow or lacking depth. There is the recurring theme of them meeting…and then being in love. Rosalie saved Emmett from the bear, and they are now in love; Carlisle saved Esme from her fall, and they are now in love; Alice saved Jasper by finding him, and they are now in love.

Sure, the book is written in Bella’s perspective which partially explains the lack of detail, but this is also a convenient device for Meyer, and enables her to justify this lack of depth by presenting these supposedly strong relationships and circumvent the crucial question of how they manage to fall in love in the first place. *The recurring theme of one partner ‘saving’ another warrants a post on its own in the future.*

Kate and Garett were the only other vampire couple that got together right before our eyes, and I want to have a gentle conversation with anyone who is convinced by their relationship.

If Stephanie Meyer struggles to do it herself, I wouldn’t blame fanfiction writers. It is very convenient to rely on a supernatural bond to force proximity between the characters. It also explains why a particular vampire would waste time to discover how attractive and special their lunch really is, instead of immediately going in for the kill.

Overall comments:

This is not a complaint, nor is it me trying to discourage people from continuing to pursue this trope. The wonderful thing about fanfictions is that there is no right or wrong in most cases. It provides an outlet for people to share their creativity and channel their inner fantasies through their characters and worldbuilding, and there is nothing wrong with that.

That being said, I always appreciate fanfictions that are able to explore and portray the originating of a convincing and authentic relationship in Twilight, without relying on a predetermined, supernatural bond. This is especially difficult to achieve for human x vampire pairings (particularly with some of the blood-drinking/Volturi vampires who have little regard for humans). I'm always so curious to discover how a meal can prove their worth to them.

#twilight #vampire #soulmates #soul mates #mates #fanfic #fanfiction

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i-looove-dillydallying · 9 months

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I’m a wolfstar-shipper, but I actually really like the Tonks x Lupin pairing as a concept; it had a lot of potential that, unfortunately, was not met (though I am a sucker for tragically bittersweet endings, as well as characters who deem themselves unlovable being loved unconditionally, so kudos for that). Part of the perceived poor execution comes from the fact that the Harry Potter series is told through limited narration: we know what Harry knows, and we may be more curious about certain relationships that exist within his periphery than he is. There could’ve been an entire contextual build-up to their seemingly abrupt feelings for each other that Harry - and by extension us as readers - simply did not experience. Personally, however, I feel like we could’ve been thrown a bone regarding their developing romance here and there, considering that it has already been established just how much Harry eavesdrops. Granted, we did get Molly mentioning how people rush (romantic) decisions in trying times: “Its all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and center...”

And now for the potential in dynamic I mentioned: after losing the rest of the Marauders, Tonks’ whimsy might have been just the thing to reawaken Remus’ playful side and create a light in the darkness of war (remember Dumbledores quote about turning on the light?), and Remus could’ve helped cultivate her mature side. As with any good ship (imo), there was also plenty of room for angst: Tonks was an auror, Remus classified as a “Dark Creature”. You can imagine the rest.

I don’t mind their 13 year age-gap as much as I thought I would (and other people seem to do), but that might just be a matter of personal taste (and my complete and utter trust in Remus as a good, if occasionally self-destructive and cowardice person). They’re both consenting adults.

What I do mind is the way Tonks’ character changed for the worse as her feelings for Lupin became apparent. What used to be a fun, likeable character turned bratty and unable to read the room (perhaps it is not the time to publicly press for a relationship label - especially with a notoriously private future partner - when he is in mourning). It has however been ages since I last read the books and God knows the films don’t do Remadora justice, so I won’t go too much into that (unintentional?) negative character arc.

As a final note I’d like to say that Wolfstar could be canon-compliant (or pretty much any Marauders-era ship involving Remus) as Remadora happens later on, and bisexuality exists. Luckily, because Harry Potter and the fanon around it are works of fiction, you can interpret the characters and their interpersonal interactions however you like, which is why I politely ask to remain civil in discussions about this post, which I genuinely do hope will occur. No but seriously. I’d love if you voiced your opinion (regardless of whether you agree with me or not) - you’ve already read this far anyway! Thanks for that by the way.

Tldr: I like Remadora conceptually because of their potential, but it (mostly) fell flat.

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screaming--agony · 1 year

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You bring out the worst in me. I’ve been pretty quiet on a lot, I don’t really like drama but I’m wholeheartedly tired of hearing you play the victim when you won’t take any accountability for anything you said or did. You speak so highly of yourself during a period of time and talk so low and disrespectful to the other person. You twist the truth to fit your narrative and self-sabotage. You keep saying other people cheated and used you. I believe you have a guilty conscience. I was there for you during your dark times, but you gaslit me into mine. I came to you sobbing and all you said was to go cut myself. You never bothered to talk to me or read anything I said, you made jokes and belittled me. I tried so hard to be enough for you but you strayed off to someone else and cheated. I didn’t know about it until recently. Or I wouldn’t have stayed in contact, to be there for you, to give you advice on your relationship that you sucked me into. I wouldn’t have continued to listen. I wouldn’t have let you play me like a fiddle. You act like a Saint and as if you did nothing wrong. But you don’t share the other side, the side where you were toxic. People tried to open doors for you but you didn’t walk through them, you just lit fires at the entrance. You can’t disrespect and belittle your partner and wonder why they closed your door. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. But things for you aren’t going to change unless you take accountability for your words and actions. Healing is accepting and you don’t accept. You don’t move on. You would probably have a positive mindset if you stopped self-sabotaging. You made me realize a lot in our fallout. I deserve to be heard. I deserve to be understood. I deserve loyalty. You weren’t cheated on. No matter how much you try to spin the facts, you had a loyal partner. Who is now happy in their life, trying to move on. You sucked me into your relationship for so long, I saw everything. Every misunderstanding, every word shared, every heated argument. All of it. I witnessed everything. I could have been your couples therapist. And you try to spin it all even when there’s facts “receipts” to counter your lies and false beliefs. You aren’t a victim. Everything you portray others to be, is what you are. It’s who you are. It isn’t okay to treat a human like they are less than dirt. It’s never okay to tell someone to cut themselves or go die. It’s never okay to call someone hateful names during an argument or take low blow jabs with information you were told in private to use it against them. I always hoped that you would be the positive person I thought you could be but you keep showing me that you won’t ever change. You won’t ever have self-reflection or healing unless you accept it all. I’m not saying you are a bad person, you do have good qualities and there’s moments where there is positivity. But your lies. Your victim act of being cheated on and used and lied to. You did it all, willingly and repeatedly. You never admit your wrongs. I never cheated on you. I loved you unconditionally. I put your wants first and put mine on the back burner. I never tried so hard to make things work. No relationship is perfect. But I deserve better. And I found a better influence. No cheating involved. Time passed and simple communication happened. I found a person who is understanding and wants to understand when things aren’t clear. I found a person who doesn’t make me feel like I want to die. I found a person who doesn’t make me feel like a burden when my anxiety is high, they are there for me and reminding me to breathe. I know all the stories you spin are lies because you threw me into your relationship when things were rocky. I know if you took accountability for yourself, maybe you could finally heal instead of dwelling and entertaining thoughts that aren’t real. You said to stay out of your life which I would love nothing more but you keep popping into mine. So maybe stay out of my life? Respectively fuck off.

#heart vs mind #time to move on #toxic relationships #i was there for you when no one else was #you treat me like trash #belittling doesn’t make you a good person #stop popping into my life and move on #i have nothing left to say #idc if this sounds mean #leave me alone #i deserve better #you drain the life out of my soul

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spitdrunken · 2 years

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yandere!mark beaks x reader hcs

notes: stalking, possessive behaviour, implied kidnapping

If there is anything Mark picked up from among the rubble of his parents’ failed marriage, it is that he would like to do it all better. Not only to rub it in his mom’s face after years of being told he’d have to change (though he’ll have to record the moment he breaks it to her), but to prove once and for all that he’s not like her. And not like his dad, either. He’ll be loving, or whatever!! A good partner. …Sure, he’s not thought much about the details yet, but it’s best if that kinda stuff comes naturally, right?

Though the idea sticks in the back of his mind, Mark doesn’t try to find anyone he’s compatible with. He doesn’t use any dating apps or goes on dates at all, for that matter, and is famously bad at picking up on flirting. People have certainly tried. No one has caught his eye, and so he doesn’t care all that much. He fully expects life to throw the perfect person, the one who will unconditionally love him, right at his feet– No effort involved. Easy peasy. As an African Grey Parrot, the idea of bonding intensely to one person is instinctively already appealing to him, only bolstered by his personal opinions. He can’t just go around having failed relationships with people, it needs to be a one hit K.O. Otherwise, the point he’s making wouldn’t count.

His feelings for you hit him like a flash of lightning. It’s love at first sight, he believes, and he’s immediately all over you, taking so many selfies that the shutter makes a continuous noise. Your first conversation is likely a rushed one with little substance, Mark feeling so euphoric in that moment that he isn’t really listening to what you’re saying. But he has your face and your first name, which is all he needs.

He spends hours finding and sifting through all your social media, including accounts you haven’t used in years. Every picture he finds of you is saved instantly, and he jots down the names of everyone he sees you interacting with frequently. Most importantly, he looks at your interests, likes and dislikes, and what kind of person you present yourself as online. He’s spent enough time online to know that people often either idealised self, in one way or another, and he’s sure he could get you whatever you want.

He could figure out all of these things through actually talking to you, of course, but that’d take far, far too long. That’s for commoners. He’s simply making the way to your heart easier and more enjoyable for the both of you! Efficiency is how he got his success, that’s all there is to it. Mark’s attention span makes it so that he can’t spend long focusing on most tasks, but he physically can’t get bored of finding out more about you.

Once he believes he knows what kind of person you are, the texts and calls begin. They’re constant. In between listening to music and making posts, he’s sending you personal updates on his every thought and conversation. He’ll call you in the middle of conversations or meetings when he’s not interested in whatever the other person is saying, and talk and talk and talk. Whether you pick up or not. Your voicemail box fills up very quickly. No matter how many times you change your number, he’ll figure it out again. Whenever you block him, he simply pulls out a new phone. You can’t block his account on Waddle, and his face is often plastered all over your feed with how often he posts.

You’re getting a copy of each and every new piece of Waddle tech, personally customised to your taste as well! It’s better to toss them in the corner or simply get a burner phone, as the vast majority is equipped with both tracking software, plus a constant livestream to Mark’s phone. Not to mention, a phone through which you can only call him is not the most convenient thing in the world. You get far more gifts from him, though. He wants to indulge in every sickeningly sweet couple trend (whether you’re dating or not), and you get heaps of matching clothes. Somehow, everything you’ve looked up to purchase ends up at your home the next day as well.

He gets jealous incredibly easily, and his reactions are always overblown. You like one of your friends’ posts, but not his, even though it’s been up for longer? That’s enough to set him off and prompt even more calls. When you’re spotted hanging out with anyone else, it’s even worse. Mark doesn’t like getting anywhere near physical fights, so he’ll simply start online smear campaigns against whoever you’re hanging out with. He either digs up old information on them, or simply fabricates whatever he wants to make sure their reputation is entirely ruined. If that doesn’t stop you from spending time with them, well… He has enough money to make someone permanently disappear.

If you notice any tension between him and your friends and try to reconcile instead of barring either of them from your lifes, good luck. Mark will be purposefully obnoxious, only responding when you speak to him and constantly blasting music from his phone. He’ll call you out online for ‘forcing him to spend time with someone who he hates’, and tags you a million times. His only intention with this is to make you feel guilty. Once he takes note of some of his fans sending you terrible messages, their accounts will be suspended and their IPs banned. It’s only a rightful suspension for harassment. But he only does this after first ratioing them.

Mark simply can’t fathom the idea that you wouldn’t want to be together with him. He’s clearly the best person you know, right? And he’s done so much for you. He thinks just giving you some fun tours, forcefully inserting himself into your daily life and a constant barrage of gifts is enough for you to absolutely adore him. Your personal feelings on this are simply not taken into the equation. As such, anything other than outright telling him you want nothing to do with him flies right over his head. Even then, he believes you’ll come around with some time and extra attention.

If you continue to deny him directly enough for him to understand, he’ll get increasingly anxious and desperate. It starts off with just fishing for more compliments in conversation than usual, and noticeably puffing up his feathers when you eventually relent to his bombarding. If things get bad enough however, he’ll actively start plucking at and pulling out some of his feathers while thinking the situation over. Your relationship has become a very big deal to him, and he might have already told his entire family that you’re getting married soon.

Mark is far from impossible to manipulate. When it’s coming from you, at least. A constant drip of attention and praise is, generally, enough to keep him placated. (That’s all he really wanted, in the end. Someone who looked at him and wouldn’t want to change him, someone who didn’t ridicule him or criticised him but loved him no matter what.) He yearns for your attention enough that he doesn’t really think about the possibility of it being fake. It’s a delicate balancing act though and, no matter how hard you try, the ending will remain the same: Though at a private wedding you are granted his last name, your whole identity will forever be wiped off of any remaining records.

#ducktales x reader #mark beaks x reader #cha.mark

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nothingbutloveforyou · 9 months

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my partner made me believe in love!! not just that other people can love me but also that i can love unconditionally. i was very hurt before, very afraid to create meaningful connections, i didn't stand up for myself and i thought being insecure and all my traumas were something that would be an obstacle in my life forever. but then i met them and for the first time in my life i felt true connection with another human. no human relationship is free from hurting each other, we obviously bickered and had our turmoils as well, but there was so much.... respect? willingness to be the best for the other? support? i've had someone like me before but i felt so odd and disappointed when i realised in the past that person only wanted me in their life if i could retribute their feelings, despite our friendship. with my partner it's different. their love was never conditional to begin with. i felt valued as a person but i also discovered a new side of me. a part of me i genuinely like. being so full of love and knowing i have it inside of me made have hope. that maybe i'm not as doomed as i thought i was and that maybe i'm not as terrible as i told myself. i'm not sure if this is the type of story you were hoping to receive but this is what made me believe in love :3 me and my partner aren't really in good terms at the moment, things are a bit complicated and uncertain. i'm not sure if i'll have them in my life for a long time but i'm really grateful for everything we had together so far <3

puhhh anon!! thank you, for pouring your heart out like that!! tysm for taking the time and sharing your story <3

there is no right or wrong answer to this whole thing, so u did wonderfully!

i'm very glad u got to experience love like this (as u deserve) and regardless of what happens, you will always be worthy of love

i hope things go well with you and your partner, but if it won't (for whatever reason) i'm glad u have this positive outlook because again, that love u have isn't any less precious and wonderful, because it might end !

lots of loooove <3

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If you read the books closely we have every motivation for yennefer's character. They are not told us like we are children reading a fairy tale but everything is there just not in chronological order. From her aduced from her father and the rejection of her mother and siblings, to her coming to aretuza, to lose her capability to have children bc of magic and not operations like the show, to not believe she is worthy of love, to feel a piece is missing, to not be able to accept it like other mages, to never cry bc that is pathetic like her mentor says, to take matters in her hands and not bieving in magical solutions, to harden her heart, to not be able to love, not istredd even if he could be useful to her, to suddenly fall in love with geralt bc he treated her different (why me?, no one ever chose me), to feel unworthy of that love (both did) so they messed up many times but they returned to each other bc they experience a tenderness together they never felt before, and even when they were apart they kept looking out for each other (yen paid for geralt's debts and geralt wanted to help her regain her fertility), to fight to a war bc out of duty to the council, losing her sight, having pstd, she became the newest member of the council, she has a whole backstory with Francesca in blood elves eugenics, she goes to help geralt with ciri even if she's mad at him at the time, she meets the little girl and at first she feels her as an antagonist but later loves her unconditionally and sees her as her daughter, she goes through hell to protect her and dies for the man she loves. What we dont know about her? What motivation is missing? The thing is that in the first few books she's a mystery (did she betrayed geralt etc) but that's bc her past is revealed in a non chronological order. But once you read it all, everything makes sense. She presents her self as cruel bc of how she was treated at early age but she doesn't want geralt to think she doesn't have a heart (remember her conversation with dandelion in blood of elves?) , she doesn't believe in herself on a personal level - she's the best at magic but not the best partner - she wants a home with geralt but feels unworthy of that etc. That has nothing to do with the show. I loved the decision to show her past in s1. It was my favorite story but I can't understand people who say she was not as strong in the books. She wasn't shown so much maybe for mystery reasons but she was a great, innovative female protagonist in fantasy and I hoped in s2 they took that story and expanded instead of change it completely. Sorry for my rant, just my two cents.

sorry anon but most of this is just a list of events rather than anything to do with her personality and complexity. we're able to understand more from her because of the depth the show has given her, but the books truly just give throwaway comments that, unless you fill in the blanks for yourself, create a sketch of a person and not a fully three dimensional being. the books give you the bones - sure, we can sit and put it together, add the flesh ourselves in what we think of her as a character, but yennefer in the books can be easily molded to whatever people want of her and that’s why she’s ‘less controversal’ than the games or show. this feels like a pointless argument because i have my viewpoint and you have yours. to me, yennefer always deserved better than the books.

#Anonymous #the witcher for ts #i'm done with this like love the books if you want to but pls stop trying to persuade me that they treat yen well cos they really don't #if the show was adapted to the books you do realise she'd only have appeared in two episodes of season 1 right?

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mejomonster · 1 year

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Chapter 104. 1. Omg "that wretched child" I love you Luo wenzhou, you were hm heartbroken fei du wasn't going to pick you up and now you're elated. Your narration pov is a lying tsundere lol! 2. Tao Ran ohoho "are you Two trying to spice things up" so first I NEED to know did Tao ran think they were gonna kiss at work and second I need Tao Ran to tease Luo wenzhou about their relationship more DESPERATELY.

And then 3: Tao Rans part is quite sad. I said before he's the more standard detective hero, working class noble selfless type for these kinds of stories. Him even going so far as to refuse to get close to the girl he likes, cause he doesn't want to burden her if he gets in danger... it hurts my heart. I don't think it's perhaps the best choice, I think it's a little destructive, but I see where he came to the conclusion. I guess in his own way he copes with his job emotionally peculiarly just like Luo wenzhou does. Luo wenzhou handles it by projecting that need to be a Real Hero (and the guilt of failing to ever be) by attaching way more to Fei Du than he should have connected to any victim, and then everything that followed from that (like loving Fei Du unconditionally like a parent even when Fei Du said stuff as an adult that's "call the authorities" threat level). Tao Ran deals with it by pushing people away, refusing to let people care too much about him... and i do wonder if that's why it's been partly as easy as it was for Luo wenzhou and Fei du to quickly attach. They were both using him as a proxy so when he rejected fei du, that forced them to directly interact. And Luo wenzhou was connected to Tao ran as a platonic spouse replacement, but he's more leaning on Fei Du as a spouse replacement now. Tao Rans still his partner, but him and Tao ran are both secretly focusing on different long term investigations now. I wonder if partly Tao Ran just let Luo wenzhous friendship drift slightly further apart, cause he's happy they have each other if Tao Ran becomes a "burden" because of what he's investigating and risking. He's still involving Luo wenzhou his partner, of course. But if he's spending a bit less time with Luo wenzhou or being caretaken by Luo wenzhou much less? It's probably a positive in Tao Rans current perspective. Mm.

Dumbstruck, Luo Wenzhou watched Fei Du, hands in his pockets, walk into the room. He’d changed into clothes of an academic style; there was even a book stuck under his arm to complete the disguise. Knocking lightly on the doorframe, Fei Du swept his gaze over the whole Criminal Investigation Team, which was giving off an air of needing support, and issued a collective nod in greeting. “Is my desk still in its place?”

Though Fei Du hadn’t spent very long at the Criminal Investigation Team, since ancient times it had been true that it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality; there was no harm if there was nothing to compare with; everyone remembered the midnight snack specially delivered by the six-star hotel and the endless drinks and snacks. Under the influence of this powerful sugar-coated bullet, they’d nearly developed a conditioned reflex—on seeing this handsome man, their first reaction was to secretly start salivating.

Luo Wenzhou looked on as his unworldly lackeys displayed their atrocious behavior, occupying his office and clustering around Fei Du as though welcoming a household god of wealth; then he finally came around—no wonder when he’d told Fei Du not to come pick him up last night, the wretched child had agreed so readily!

Tao Ran tapped on his shoulder from behind. Lowering his voice, he said to Luo Wenzhou, “Are you two spicing things up?”

Luo Wenzhou at once restrained his lost expression and displayed an unfathomable coolness, meaningfully saying to Tao Ran, “Oh, you. A person like you, sitting at home all day fantasizing about a wife, presently belongs to the germinal stage of socialism, do you understand? Germinal! You haven’t even managed being well-fed and clothed, and you’re going after cultural and ideological attainments? Spicing things up has nothing to do with you.”

Tao Ran: “…”

With deliberate impatience, Luo Wenzhou looked at his watch. “Only coming over at this hour—was he reserving a table at the dining hall? I really can’t do anything with him.”

Tao Ran maintained his smile, earnestly pondering how to break off relations. “Weren’t you just going to pay home visits to those runaway students?”

“That’s right.” Luo Wenzhou waved his invisible tail. “If I weren’t waiting for him, I’d have left already. He’s holding me up.—Fei Du, don’t waste time, if there’s anything you need me to sign, put it in order right away.”

Tao Ran watched Luo Wenzhou pull apart the crowd to go into the room and grab Fei Du. He really couldn’t resist smiling, feeling that his two anxieties had cancelled each other out, like fighting fire with fire. He truly felt at ease. But his easy smile hadn’t yet fully formed when the phone in his pocket vibrated. Tao Ran fished it out to look and saw that Chang Ning had sent him a message.

Chang Ning said: “My friend gave me two tickets to a water acrobatics performance this weekend. She just ditched me at the last minute. Do you want to come?”

Like someone suffering from dyslexia, Tao Ran spent ten minutes reading this short message, wanting nothing better than to pull every word apart and chew it over, swallowing it down into his belly.

Chang Ning wasn’t one of those forward young ladies. Even when she was inviting him to see a performance, she had to first give a long string of reasons. And for her, this was already a clear display of her intentions, but…

When Lao Yang had been alive, he’d talked quite a lot with Tao Ran—each time he’d seen Luo Wenzhou’s revolting “Why the hell am I so handsome?” attitude, he’d wanted to complain about him and couldn’t calm down.

Not long before his death, Lao Yang had shown Tao Ran a picture on his phone of his daughter’s university admission notice, showing off. Then, thinking of something, he’d suddenly sighed and said to Tao Ran, “A blink of an eye, and my child is so grown up. My generation has muddled its way through more than half our lifetimes. I remember when her mom first agreed to marry me. It was my superior who introduced us. I felt so happy then, thinking that I’d somehow managed to trick myself a wife and wouldn’t have to be a bachelor anymore. I didn’t think of anything else. Now I think I was too careless. I only thought about how good she was. I didn’t know I was a burden.”

At the time, Tao Ran had laughed and ridiculed the old fellow for bragging while pretending to complain and hadn’t taken it to heart. He’d only thought back to it long after, understanding what he’d meant. In times of peace, who didn’t want a family to spend his days with, a wife and kids and a warm house? But in times of danger, you’d want nothing better than to be a monkey who’d emerged spontaneously from a crack in a stone, without father or mother, without family or friends, a barefoot ruffian, stark naked and free of cares.

Tao Ran sighed softly. As his colleagues babbled next to him, he deleted the “All right” he’d nearly sent and instead replied, “I’m sorry, I have to work overtime this weekend.”

#silent reading #lb

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How can you love me? Chapter 1 (part two.): Should I regret it?

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x !OFC

Warnings!: Drinking, Swearing, let me know if I need to add more!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

Part 1.

Noah and Adriana both rockstar's, both caring, both don't really believe in love.

They met as children in a park in Richmond, since Noah helped Adriana with a scrape on her knee that day, they'd been inseparable. Even though they do live together and have known each other for almost 20 years they've never even had the thought of being each others other, being their partner, loving each other unconditionally, except as friends of course. Even though they were each others first everything, first friend, first kiss, first time, first home, they would never admit their love for each other because it would ruin their friendship, and especially not now that Adriana is not looking for love and, Noah is in love with his girlfriend Chelsea, right?

Will they let each other break their glass houses or will they stay eternally quiet?

May 13 2020. Noah's POV. (scene from last chapter.)

"Yeah sure but, I could try to get here before dinner so we can all eat togeth-"

"Noah." I cut him off

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and go visit your girlfriend."

"Ok"

I was driving to Chelsea's place while listening to music and thinking 'finally gonna see her, I can just picture her on her knees suc-'

Ring ring ring.

"hello?"

"Hi baby, how are you?" Chelsea said in an almost whisper tone

"Oh hi babe, um I'm good, just driving to your place."

"Okay, do you know how long you're gonna take?" She said in a worrying tone.

"Um maybe in like 5 minutes, baby?" I said wondering why she sounded so worried. "yeah?" She shortly answered. "are you okay?"

"Oh-uh, yeah I'm fine, um Noah I'm gonna have to let you go, I'm getting a call from my mom."

"yeah that's fine, well baby I can't wait to see you and I definitely can't wait for something else." I said insinuating. "Cool, bye babe." Then she hung up on me.

Weird, she would usually respond to the dirty shit I said to her, anyway.

I knocked on her front door, waiting for her to open it. I don't know what, but something felt off about her, but maybe she could just be in a bad mood. The door swung open revealing Chelsea in a two piece pink silk pajama set, with her hair in a half up half down style. She looked beautiful.

"Hi baby" she said in a soft tone. "Hi" I said leaning in to give her a kiss. "Come in noah." She said as she pulled away, not kissing me.

What the hell is going on with her?

"Noah can we talk?" She said. "Yeah okay." I said worrying about what's to come. we sat down on her couch, she grabbed a pillow putting in up to her chest.

"Noah, I have to tell you something." She said looking at me, I could see the tears forming in her eyes. "Look noah, I love you, but... We need to break up."

"What?" I said whispering.

My heart shattered in that moment, I felt the blood drain from my body, I didn't know whether to cry, ask her why she wanted to, or just leave without saying anything. I opted for the last one.

I got up from the couch and made my way to the door, I hesitated leaving and not asking her why but I decided it was best for me.

"Noah wait!" I heard Chelsea cry after me as I walked to my car.

"Noah I'm sorry, but I have to do this, for you, for me, for us."

I briefly looked at her and told her, "after 2 fucking years there is no us anymore." I got in to my car, trying to keep it all in, and drove, and drove, and drove away, until I stopped in the back of a gas station just to sit there in silence.

Maybe she was over thinking.

Maybe she just was drunk or something.

No. Chelsea can't be over thinking she always knows what she wants, and she can't be drunk, she doesn't drink often.

I decided in my mind that she did actually want to break up, and that's when I thought.

I only have two options.

Either I, break down into tears and tell the one person I can count on, which is adri about this so she can help me, or, I drown my sorrows with alcohol. After little to no thinking I decided the second one would be best.

Chelsea's POV

What the fuck did I just do?

I just broke up with noah, and I think I'll regret it for the rest of my life well that and the other thing... He was so loving and caring, and especially he was faithful towards me all the time and I had to go fuck it up by doing that.

At home...

I need tequila. I need to get my mind off of her.

I walked into the house feeling I don't know how many emotions inside of me, I knew I was probably going to get interrogated by the guys right when they saw my eyes, so I had a plan, a simple plan, but a plan, this plan was just walk in get the bottle and walk to my room and lock the door for the rest of the night. I walked into the kitchen expecting it to be empty but there were two people standing there, Adriana and Jesse. I just wanted to avoid them asking anything so I just said.

"If Chelsea calls any of you and asks for me, don't tell her anything. Got it?" I said making my way to get the alcohol. I rushed out of the kitchen and on my way I heard Jesse scream something that I couldn't hear because I was just stuck in my thoughts.

I walked into my room and slammed the door, I immediately just sat on my bed and started drinking. When I was sitting I heard the door open and close softly. Fuck, I didn't lock it.

"Noah what the fuck was that out there?" Adri said slightly suprised, slightly pissed. "Nothing, why?" I said trying to not make the emotions sound. "You want some?" I offered her the tequila.

"No, Noah what happened with Chelsea? Did you guys fight? Or was it something else?"

I decided, fuck it, I'll just tell her. "She broke up with me."

"Noah what do you mean?"

"No, I got to her place and when I said hi to her she asked me if we could talk, when we sat down she just said it, no sugarcoats, she just said, I wanna break up."

"well maybe she was just confused, I mean, you guys have been together for 2 years, that's a lot of commitment and maybe she was just nervous."

Yeah sure, and you're in love with me.

"nah, its fine she's just like any other girl who's dated me, they spend time making me fall in love just so then they can throw me away like some type of garbage."

"Noah, please don't say that, look lets do this, you stop drinking so the hangover isn't as bad in the morning, I will try and call Chelsea tonight and if she doesn't pick up I'll call her tomorrow, and you can get some rest in the meantime ok?" She took the bottle from my hands, and I was about to protest against her but I know she wouldn't stop until she got her way.

"I guess, sure."

Okay, well goodnight Noah I'll tell you if anything happens tomorrow."

Then she kissed my forehead softly, and I muttered a quite thank you, but I wasn't just saying thank you for her helping me with this, I was saying thank you for everything, for the love she's given me since childhood, for all the times she put up with me even when I was being a dick, for all the times she helped me when I wanted to cry, when I needed advice, when I wanted to kill myself, whenever I desperately needed her.

Noah's POV.

I kinda fucked up.

An hour after Adriana left I went to get more alcohol, I couldn't handle it so by 3AM I was really really fucking drunk. After that point I don't remember anything except me waking up to get water and in my dream I kissed a girl, who was this girl? I have no idea.

Okay sooooo its out!

This one was shorter just because I wanted to give you guys his POV in the story but the official second chapter will be out soon. And that one will have smut. The next chapter (2) will have more drama filled stuff, remember this is supposed to be a slow burn.

Tags: @xxkittenkissesxx @laurpartyprogram @starsomens @thisbicc

#noah sebastian #bad omens cult #bad omens band #bad omens fanfiction #noahsebastian #noah sebastian x reader

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