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sonnyangelgirl · 4 months

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i need re2r stalker leon with an idol reader :;(∩´﹏`∩);:

mdni

warnings: stalking, gross leon, this is unfinished i donr think i ever will finish it 😇😇😇 enjoy tho i didnt proof read this

imagine, you're an up-and-coming idol, your group isn't all that popular and you aren't really a fan favorite.

he's just some cop, doesn't have a girlfriend, probably not getting one soon. he's attractive, sure, but he's not good with women.

one day, he hangs out with claire. the whole time she just rambles about this girl group she discovered, showing leon a video of them!

claire was just ecstatic about the fact that your group was coming to racoon city and she got tickets to see you.

she invites leon to the concert with her, he doesn't have anything to do so he agrees to go. when the day comes, he sees you.

you're just so.. cute! the way you glow onstage, you have that kind, girl-next-door vibe to you. he can't help but stare at you in pure awe, you were so beautiful.

he had to have you to himself.

as soon as he got home he researched everything about you!

he feels so gross, hes a grown man! why is he so obsessed over an idol that doesn't even know he exists??

Well, its fine anyways. This is what your company wants, right? To make these creepy losers obsessed with your group and spend all their money ln merch!

Plus, he wasn't obsessed with you per se, he just... really liked you, alot!

He thought you were pretty and wanted to know everything about you, he wanted to count how many moles you had on your body, he wanted to know your favorite things, what you disliked, etc! There's nothing wrong with that.. right?

He wasn't gonna buy any of your merch, he wasn't that weird! For God's sake, he was a cop, a grown man, why would he spend his hard earned money on some stupid idol goodies?

As soon as he got his next paycheck, he ordered some of your merch.

This couldn't keep going! He just needed to be closer to you!

When your company announced tickets for a fansign, he was quick to buy them.

Sure, he will only be able to eat instant noodles of the next few weeks if he wanted to pay his bills, but it's okay! Its worth it because of you.

He saw people buying their favorite idols some gifts, he wasn't sure what to get you so he just bought a bouquet of flowers and a plushie of your favorite animal.. he tried.. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

He doesn't really care about talking to the other members much, and when it's his turn to talk to you, he could cry of happiness.

his face turns so flushed and he gets a bit sweaty, when you offer to shake his hand, he swears healmost creams his pants. Your hands were so small, he could smell your perfume and it was making him all hazy inside.

"Hii, what's your name?" Your voice echoes through his head, he cant even think.

"Leon — 'm.. uh.. I got you — a gift.." He stuttered like crazy, his hands trembled as he handed you the flowers and plushie.

You see the way he's nervous, you put a gentle hand on his shoulder and smile sweetly, "Hey, no need to be nervous, okay?" You say this despite the fact he has the mannerisms a total creep. Sure, hes cute, has a nice face and moles, but still, you cant help but feel creeped out.

It's your job as an idol though, to smile, be nice, let the fans be weird to you. His face lights up when you say that.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader #re2 remake #re2 leon #resident evil leon #yandere leon kennedy

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minimoxha · 10 months

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I see the light

Summary: After his wife and daughter died he thought he lost everything. However, you for some reason, you'd didn't disappear. So, Miguel locked you up. He had to find some way to protect you so you couldn't be taken from him like Gabriella. What better way to do that then keep you in his dimension where he could get to you in case of anything

Warnings: Cussing, Nothing really

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The first place Hobart brown took y/n was to paris france, in universe 3202. It was a peaceful spider-man with its spider woman being the loudest thing in there. He’d been to paris before, among a bunch of other places in his travels to find actually cool things. Paris was something on everyone’s wishlist, it was bound to be on yours. The both of you stood in an alleyway after teleporting. Y/n looking around in awe and touching anything she could get her hands on while Hobie attempted to hide his spidersuit.

“Where are we Hobie?” She asks, walking in circles, touching everything. It was almost line she was a toddler who had never been able to let her mind run wild. It was cute.

“This ‘ere’s called Paris, Mate” (bare with me i’m imagining this is how they talk bare with me here now). “We gonna do some things you might like before we go see the fireworks” Hobie responds, walking out the alleyway with her in tow, not realizing the looks people gave. However, there was still a problem with the whole plan.

“You never told me what you want as payment!” She said, making the man hault in his tracks.

“Tell yer dad to get off my ass for a bit, Yeah? That’s what my payment is.” Hobie continued to walk, putting his hands in his pocket and changing his posture to something that really wasn’t good for his back. Y/n didn’t care though , she was too busy looking at the scenery and the people.

She did stare for too long which made people give her weird looks back. Or maybe it was the fact that what she was wearing was a bit over the top. A cute purple dress with flowers, her favorite dress. Miguel had bought it for her one day. It could’ve been because she was wearing fat cow slippers that mooed every time she stepped. “You look like a tourist, try to look like you at least live here” Hobbie laughed before walking into a macaroon shop. Y/n followed intently. The smell of the maroons hit her immediately and she immediately felt her stomach drop. “Y’a hungry?” She nodded. Hobbie walked to the counter and ordered two ice creams macaroon sandwiches and then took the girl to sit down T the table.

With The first bite, she was taken by surprise. Her dad had never made these things for her, she didn’t even realize these things existed. Would it be to much to say this was the best thing she has ever tasted in her now eighteen years of living? Hobbie saw her from across the table, smiling as she enjoyed the four macrons she had. They were extremely pricy and he’d never just pay for random’l shit like that that he didn’t need. He had never donr that until now. He couldn’t resist seeing her smile again.

When they left the cafe, he was now listening to her ramble about the food. Yeah, it was a little annoying but he was glad he could give her his first experience. His heart started beating at the the thought of her getting a bunch of other experiences before tonight. “We can go see the eiffel tower next and then we can go to another dimension, would you have fun with that? Y/nnie?” He asked.

She felt herself get giddy at the nickname he gave her. She had never felt this way when she was called nicknames by her dad so why did she feel this way with him? She also realized how when he spoke, her pulse sped up and how handsome he looked. Was this a crush? When the ones she’d see on tv and they would have amazing pilot build up before they get married and fall in love. The thought of having a romance like they did in business propanol or Att woo made her so cheerful inside. Their relationships were so cute, something she dreamed of happening when she was finally let down from her castle. Was Hobie the one?

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“Jessica, you need to go send someone to investigate the whereabouts of this anomaly. He’s been through five universes. We need five of the teens on the universes.” Miguel said to jessica who gave a nod and went to go call all the teenagers to go on missions. Miguel was determined to get whatever anomaly was this powerful and before they would rip themselves through this one and hurt everyone inside.

The anomaly was leaving every single universe they touched in shambles, there was no telling which one they’d get next.

—-

Hobbie looked at the alert on his watch, and choose to ignore it and continue to show the girl around the Eiffel tower. Whatever they wanted wasn’t that important.

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@discowizard88 @fairycorequeen @onyxstarhigh06

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usuibu · 6 days

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Omg!!! I live ur writing so much! The way you write eren is like literally perfect!! I was wondering if I could request reader walking home or at a party or just like out somewhere and they notice some people making her uncomfy and they cal eren to pick them up? Some fluff and comfort are my coping mechanism 😭

LMAO STOP THE COPING MECHANISM IS SO REAL💀💀 and ofc bb thankyou so much for the request i love you😋🥰

Im just gonna work off the whole saviour dynamic w eren and hopefully u dont mind

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You don’t know why you’re here, you really should’ve just stayed home if only Mikasa hadn’t dragged you out.

“Cmonnnn it’ll be fun, I promise! Even Sasha’s coming!”

You really shouldn’t have listened to her, right now she’s - God knows where - with Sasha playing some obscure drinking game while you’re here sitting on the leather couch already intoxicated yourself.

You felt gross. Sticky even from the sweaty, crowded living room, humidity suffocating you. There was about 5 people on this couch made to fit only 2, you sat there staring down at your stupid sore feet in your stupid stupid heels with stupid strangers grazing your bare legs next to you.

The noise of the room tuned out as your tipsy brain was half conscious until you were snapped back into reality feeling a creeping hand on your shoulder.

Whoever was next to you was apparently speaking for long enough that you don’t know what they’re on about, “— or we could go back to my apartment..”

Your head snaps back up and you anxiously shrug off this guys tacky hand, sobering up just a little bit. Enough to start comprehending things.

“Sorry, I have to go” you say while peeling yourself off the leather, you don’t know where you have to go you just knew to leave because clearly you weren’t functioning well alone.

You turn and almost begin walking away until you almost trip on your stupid heels, this guys hand had gripped your arm rather too harshly to pull you right back onto the couch.

“Hey we were in the middle of something” he slurs, clearly a little more intoxicated than you.

You’re still so lost, why the fuck is he still talking? Why is this room is so hot? This couch is too sticky. His breath smells like shit. Your feet hurt like shit. You’re so tired all you want to do is leave at this point. All of your senses have been overwhelmed you can’t take it.

He continues to ramble nonsense again so you settle to tune it out again, unsure if your feet have the strength to even walk away and give resistance against this random ass guy if he tries anything worse.

You pull out your phone from your unpractically tiny bag and open your messages.

23:16 — Eren

Erenb

Yes this is erenb

Can gou pixk me up

How drunk are you💀

Honestly nor that nuch this tine

Thid guys bortherijf me hurry up ples😋

This guy??

What’s going on?

Donr asknme idek myslef💀💀 hes jusr weirdinf me out

Im coming dw mika sent me the address earlier

Otw

He didn’t lie when he said he’d be quick, honestly Eren was waiting for you to return from the party. He got too bored sitting in your apartment alone watching tv.

You get a call and immediately shoot up knowing Erens arrived. You’re still too drunk to process whatever this guy was doing.

You think he’s following behind you? Who knows? You get out the front door with a cool breeze hitting you. It’s much quieter out here which would be nice if this guy wasn’t still trying to pursue you even after a good ten minutes of radio silence from you.

You feel your body sigh with relief as you spot Eren’s car, you make eye contact with him through the front window smiling. You can slightly see how he grins at your drunken walk in your painful heels until your vision spins to face the guy.

His hand was now on your shoulder and before you knew it Eren was getting out of his car. Whoever this man was he was clearly upset?? Clearly drunk and clearly mad at you. He’s rambling and you still don’t want to listen, hes saying something about you not mentioning you had a boyfriend or anything along those lines?

All you knew is that he was mad, you could feel it in his inebriated grip on your shoulder. Then you start to feel the alcohol coming back up you’re system as his other hand creeps to hold your waist. “Cmon ditch your boyfriend”

Before you can get a word of disgust out you feel familiar arms save you from this repulsive guys hold. Eren shoves his chest as he drunkenly stumbles backwards.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Eren spits out as his arm ushers you to stand a little behind him. He isn’t really one for violence when it’s a complete stranger. He has better things to do than that.

He can tell he’s drunk and after a few nonsensical sentences pour out the guys mouth; Eren’s done eyeing him down with demise so he walks you back to his car while the guy drags himself back to the party.

“Are you alright?” He questions you while rubbing his hand against your arms to warm you up as much as he can walking down the party’s front yard.

“Yeah I’m alright now at least, thank you Eren”

“That guy looked fucking homeless”

You softly smile to yourself, at ease in Eren’s presence. Half the grossness you felt in that stupid party had already began dissolving.

The drive home was quiet, calm. You were dozing off in the passenger seat while you held his free hand in you lap. His thumb swept back and forth until you arrived home. He reaches behind into the back seat, you’re too hazy to question why really. Eren bends over to take off your heels to then slide ur home slippers on.

“I don’t know why you wore those tonight, you know they hurt”

“I know right?!” You huff back at him. He laughs softly at your drunken state and gets out the car. He opens your car door to usher you out and puts his arm around you to help you walk to your apartment.

He lies you down on the couch and tells u to stay which you have no real trouble doing. He returns to the room holding one of his navy blue t-shirts and grey shorts.

“Okay baby, take off ur dress” he says gently.

“At least ask me to dinner first” you retort back. You snicker at your own joke but take off your dress all the same. He slips his shirt and shorts onto you then carries you to your bed effortlessly.

“You’re soo strong, do you have a girlfriend?” you giggle while feeling up his muscular arms. He only laughs at you and quickly leaves to grab something. He returns again, your micellar water in one hand and your toner in the other, “hey which one is the makeup thingy to take it off?” He questions, trying to communicate with whatever sober is left in you. You point to the micellar bottle and he wipes your face with it. The cool water and Eren’s delicate touch was extremely soothing. Although making you even more tired it did sober you up a little more.

Once he’s done, he puts everything down and climbs in bed next to you, pulling the blanket up, he moves you so that you’re on your side and pulls your knee toward him so that your leg is over his legs. He moves his arm to lie under your neck and pulls your whole body nearer with his free hand now on the small of your back.

You inhale deeply the scent of his chest and neck, now intoxicated by his musky scent while his hand slides up to bring your head nearer while he breathes deeply too, face shoved in the top of your head.

He moves to place a chaste kiss on your forehead.“You okay?” He asks, voice just above a whisper.

“Now I am, that guy was weird”, you murmur back still with a face full of chest.

“Yeah he was a fucking weirdo” Eren says, now speaking at a normal volume. “You’re not going alone to those parties anymore, I’m having a word with Mikasa trust”

You laugh at his seriousness and press a kiss to his collar bone, “No laughing I’m serious” he smiles, making space between you too to be able to kiss your collar bone too. He litters playful kisses on your neck. You laugh more while he roughly moves on top of you to only press more ticklish pecks all over you; intentionally smothering you.

You stop him by grabbing both sides of his head and bringing his lips to yours. You kiss him softly while he willingly returns it. He deepens the kiss with his tongue swiping your bottom lip until you open your mouth in the slightest, letting him slip it inside.

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #headcanons #eren x you #bf!eren #boyfriend!eren #saviour #eren fluff #eren x reader fluff #aot fluff #comfort #eren comfort #eren x reader comfort #drunk reader #harrassment?

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zmickmilk · 2 months

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HEY GUYS, THIS IS A MASSIVE RANT. I SENT MY FRIEND, thought u guys might wanna see it too 😜 cause it's about the Gallagher sisters, mainly 😘😘 IT PROBS DONR ALL MAKE SENSE anywayyy

Something I really like in shameless is how well the woman characters are written. The ones that we are meant to hate (Karen and sammi) are very good at making us hate them without their actions making no sense yk. They ain't just doing crazy shit so that u hate them they are just deeply flawed people. When Karen has her whole emo phase that makes sense to me. She's a clearly mental ill girl who has suffered alot. Yeah she cuts her hair and dyes it she makes bad choices but in a way that makes sense for her. I hate sammi for what she did to Ian and mickey but she had a reason. Sammi had her child taken away from her ofc she's gonna act a irrationally.

I reallyyy like Debbie and Fiona. They get alot of hate but I really think that'd because they don't take time to understand the characters. They aren't made to be hated but they are strong minded woman so ofc they get hate. One of the main cristisms of Debbie's character is that she is unappreciative, selfie and a bad mother . Debbie is a little rude, but the other stuff just makes no sense. Fiona gives alot of raise her siblings and Debbie shows she values that from the start of the show. She is constantly trying to look out for fiona because even at a young age she understood that fiona didn't have anyone to help her. Debbie (same as fiona) takes on alot of responsibility from a young age. You would think that the person who went through something that fiona can very much relate to would understand her right? It's crazy to me that so many people don't think that. The fact that Debbie takes on so much responsibility shows she isn't selfie and it shows she values fiona because she has always be willing to help. Debbie does do bad things ofc that's the point of the show but if u compare it to some of the male characters (like Frank who has done terrible things) the hate she gets is extremely disproportionate.

Fiona gets alot of hate for her relationships and that she is always "demanding praise". There is alot of valid criticism of fionas parenting that can be made such as her reactions to Ian being in a relationship with Jimmy Steve's dad or the fact she left Liam when she leaves the show. First I wanna talk about how she is "always demanding praise". I think that is very easily explained as that she didn't get any her whole childhood. Fiona had to start looking after her siblings as younge as 5 and even then she had to hear Frank dismiss her work for years. We know fiona was good at track and was in team at school but she had to drop out of school so she no longer had academic validation either. To her she had to give up everything to raise her siblings her childhood was taken from her it makes sense she wants to feel appropriated. Now the more interesting one to me. How fiona handles relationships, this will be alot of me guessing what her childhood was like cause we get hardly enough information

Fiona from the first season is presented as a 'slut' (I HATE THAT WORD) and given that she did have so much adult responsibility as a little girl I don't think it's far off to think that she falls into the "girl who thinks she's mature for her age and dated older men" pit. The fact that she so thinks Ian and ned is "just sex" enough tho ned is fucking dinosaur kinda strengthens that idea for me. She thinks it's normal for Ian because it was normal for her. Given that fiona wasn't getting parental or academic validation I can see her finding it through sex and less than healthy relationships. That why i think she goes back to Jimmy Steve when she knows he's not good for her, thats why she sleeps with her boss and his brother. Unhealthy and bad relationships are what she grew up with.

This kinda makes me wanna talk about how Debbie and fiona are just so similar. They have lots of shared experiences and often make the same mistakes/ choices. Debbie also finds herself in unhealthy relationships. Plus, they are both queer (ik fiona isn't canon, but we all remember Jasmine fiona is defo bi ). Fiona sadly is unable to keep her little sister from becomes in some ways like her. I think Debbie sees that. she has always understood fiona, so when she's starting to take a more "motherly " roll for the Gallaghers, she probably sees that she's the "new fiona". Unlike fiona tho Debbie has a real chance of giving franny a better life than her, franny doesn't have to grow up in a home where every one is fighting for themselves as much as they fight for each other. Franny won't take up so much responsibility like fiona and Debbie. THIS IS WHY SAYING DEBBIE IS A BAD MOTHER IS FUCKING STUPID.

ANYWAY, fiona isn't a perfect parent because she's not a parent. She's an older sister. She can't fill that role even if she did do everything right. Debbie isnt selfie, she grew up too fast and understands fiona to a level where that's enough, she doesn't always need to outwardly tell fiona "she's so thankful" "she's so proud" because she just gets it. Karen and sammi are well written characters.

Ofc I like Karen a whole lot more than I sammi. Karen actually means so much to me. She's gets even more hate then Debbie like ik that's the purpose of her character but I feel like they hating her for the wrong reasons. AND THUS IS ME ONLY TALKING ABOUT FI AND DEBBIE SO TELL ME IF U WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MANDY AND SVET OR LIKE KAREN MORE

#GOT JUDGE MY WRITING SKILLS rahhh #i love debbie #i love Fiona #fiona gallagher defender #debbie gallagher #debbie Gallagher defender #fiona gallagher #karen shameless #karen jackson #sammie shameless #shameless rant #shameless us #shameless

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androidboy · 7 months

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im so sorry if u donr want nosiness anymore or pushiness(?) feel free to delete this if not

Tbh. you dont really need a particular "reason" to break up w someone. there doesnt need to be a serious problem or oh she did something wrong. if youre not feeling happy in your relationship (whether just not happy or its to the point of being depressed) then thats reason enough. If youre saying youve only felt happy in ur relationship 5 days out of the past month then thats a very good reason on its own it doesnt matter what exactly is causing u to feel like shit in ur relationship the point is that you do. So even if youre feeling this way just cause youre spiraling or youre depressed or bc shes being shitty or whatever it may be the bottom line is you arent happy so youre well within ur right to leave if you want to leave. And even regardless of that I feel like its pretty clear ur partner doesnt rlly respect you as a partner very much. Maybe as a person but not as ur partner. And maybe its just me im not sure or maybe I misunderstood but I found it really really off that ur gf was uncomfortable being around you when you were manic, *except* for when you had sex all of a sudden its fine.

Idk it sucks bc most of the time when we’re physically together it’s really good and there are so many things that make her a good partner especially when it comes to my disability and my ptsd and the fact that i’m actually comfortable around her in ways i haven’t been with people before is still new and exciting so there’s an element of “i don’t know when i’m gonna get this next” it just sucks that the good doesn’t cancel out the bad.

The “respecting me as a person but not as a partner” does kinda feel how things have been going tho :( idk. Ive got two weeks to think about it and we’re not gonna be able to talk a lot while she’s gone so I’ve got time to clear my head and focus on me and decide what I’m gonna do but I’ve got a feeling I might just need to break up with her when she gets back bc if things don’t change it’s just not worth it at this point.

#ask #anon

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marshmallowprotection · 17 hours

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hi! id love a romantic matchup!!^_^

starting with personality, id say im probably an ambivert. it really depends on who im with though! i like my alone time a lot, but at the same time i love to hang out and do fun stuff with my friends!! my parents have told me that i can be witty a lot of the time, and i do agree that i like to tease people from time to time. my friends always describe me as nice and righteous?? i guess?? they always call me smart, too, which makes sense since im in a couple ap and honors classes.. i love learning when i have a good teacher lolol ! id like to say im organized and all that stuff, but im the biggest procrastinator lol . i try to get stuff donr as soon as i can but like,, i dont want to :P my personality type is infp !

onto hobbies and interests, i love to draw, mostly sketch, both digitally and traditionally. i like to write as well, with books and essays and poetry ^_^ i loove poetry, and id say that ties with philosophy and (idk the right word) but like. just overall deep talks(i love those, especially late at night). i like to read, and im so curious about space and the universe, ive been meaning to research it! i like both cats and dogs.. honestly i dont know who i would pick if i had to choose. more fandoms wise... i like a lot of things! obviously what im most interested in rn is mm, but undertale and ohshc will always hold special places in my heart! I ALMOST FORGOT, but i love to make stuff!! charms and cards and anything i can make at home, i love to see peoples reactions when they get them:)

id say my love language is physical touch from both sides, i love to be next to the people i love, even if its just simple touches. i also love quality time, and thinking that my partner will love me no matter what

physical appearance, i just have brown hair and blue eyes, pretty typical lol ! i love to create patterns on my nails myself, and i do put on makeup very often, just simple eyeliner and slight eyeshadow, nothing major. i always get compliments on how pretty my hair is, its just long and straight and i try to brush it the best i can before it gets tangled lol . people also tell me i have a nice nose, so!

(i feel like ive written too much lolol) i dont know exactly what i want to do with the rest of my life yet, i know im knterested in the study of the human mind, so ive been considering psychology the most. still not sure though!

thank you!!! >_<

I match you with...

Jumin!

Spending quality time and sharing intimate words with another person is your love language. You're looking for somebody who understands you for you. Somebody who knows what it feels like to want to be seen, and who better to be your partner than Jumin Han? He has spent his entire life looking for somebody who wants to spend time with him just because they think he's an interesting person to be around, not because they want to be around him for his money.

You're looking for a connection with another person who makes you feel comfortable and passionate at the same time. The best thing you can do with him is work on your art while you share time together in the living quarters. Imagine that, you’ve strewn your legs across his lap and you’re drawing Elizabeth, chuckling at the remark he made about the novel he’s reading. What more could you want?

He's the kind of partner you want if you value communication more than anything. He gets it, and you don't have to worry about anything getting lost in the middle.

#mod kait #ask #anon #matchup

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naturenaruto · 1 month

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ksjdjsjdjd just saw a post about how 0-29 is the ~prologue~~ of ur life and how ur life doesnt ~Reyally™️~ start until ur 30.....and how ppl are just gOiNg To Be smarter more attractive more talented more comfortable over 30.........listen im 31 and let me tell you i would rather have been attractive talented comfortable with myself etc BACK WHEN I WAS A CHILD A TEENAGER AND IN MY 20S OKAY I DONT WANT MY LIFE TO JUST B E G I N AT FUCKINF 30 i wantes my life to begin at 0!!!!!! at 1 day old!!!!!! at 5!!!!! at 10!!!!!! at 15!!!!!! at 20!!!!!! fucking even 25!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wish i had been hot and talented and comfortable younger, because then that means you can ~~~get started~~~ sooner and have so much more time more experiences less time waiting to Become™️~~.........i really hate this new trend of people saying ur life starts at 30 theres really something so grody about that to me like they try to make it seem encouraging but it seems like they just want you to cosntantly keep waiting waiting waiting for ur life to begin and then BY THE TIME IT DOES its too late its already fuckin over i donr want to be a fucking 50 year old with a sports car i wanted to be a 25 year old with a car, did not have to be luxury. i wanted to be happy with the way i looked as a teen and in my 20s, what the fuck do i care now that im over 30? i wanted to be attractive in my youth because thats when it actually fucking matters i dont enjoy the fact that so much of the problems i had were because no one would help me and i didnt have the money or the awarenes to help myself which is complicated ofc but its not like life is about being hot im just saying i really resent the fact that i wasnt hot when i was young because THATS WHEN YOU WANT TO BE HOT. WHEN UR YOUNG. i look back on my teen years and my 20s and go wow it wouldve benefitted me a whole lot more to have money and be attractive and be more comfrotable with myself than now...after 30........like its great that it FINALLY happens but wouldnt you have rather. ot had crippling anxiety and been able to just go out ans have fun in ur youth.......id rather be hot from 13-29 then have it go downhill rather than to just start being hot at 30.....its like those are the Fun Years those are the important years i hate this idea that ur life only starts at 18 or 30 like what the fuck. ur life is continuous lmfao it doesnt just pick a day to start and i wish i had done things a whole lot sooner than waitingwaitingwaitjg until finnnnnallyy i gettttt to begin my life like what the fuck i wish i had been hot and talented and carefree in my 20s rather than in my 30s BECAUSE THAT WAS AN ENTIRE DECADE OF ANXIETY AND STRESS AND MISSING OUT ON EXPERIENCES AND NOT FEELING HAPPY OR COMFORTABLE WITH MYSELF so why wouldnt!!!!!!! i want that to start earlier!!! the sooner the better lmao like try to do thigs as soon as posible so that u can enjoy as much time and experienxes as you can dont just wait wait wait until u can finallllly start ur life it reminds me of that shit where they go dont wait to use the good vanilla dont wait to use that candle or that stationary set like use it now!! and i love that bc i think theres something wrong with telling ppl to keep on waiting for their life to begin bc it takes somuch time and experienxes from them and it puts them on a staved off backburner and then theyre finally too old to really enjoy things like yay i have a sports car...but im 50 and what people are gonna fuckin care about that? like i finaly achieved it but its so late???? how can u enjoy it if ur old....like yay i finally get to go on that tropical vacation but ur 55??????? like what does that ecen matter anymore lmaooo like yay i finally get to travel the world.....after retiremenr?????? in my fucking 60s???? when i have to stop every ten minutes to catch my breath and my whole body aches and i cant just run around and be carefree and enjoy????

i wanted good health and to like the way i looked and to be doing something interesting in the beginning of my life, not the fucking end.

i wish i had gotten thingns done sooner and not waited so that i wouldve had so much more time and experiences. ur youth is the time that matters anyone who says ohhh ur life is just beggingi g at 30~~~ hee hee is suspicious to me like why do i have to wait? until im too old to care? too old to feel like i can still do things? too old to have a wild time? ur suppsoed to do that in ur teens and 20s, thats what that time is for. anyone whos like ohhh just waiiiit for it is conniving to me like why cant i go have fun and be what i want and do what i want now? why do i have to wait? and its because they dont want you to do the things you want they want to stave u off so that by the time you DO get around to it itll feel like its too late and theres no point

they want you to just wait so that youl end up changing ur mind and feel like well youths over theres no point and thats why......they dont want yoy to be young and carefree having fun they want u to be stressed and workworkwork until ur miserable and by the time u finally!!! get that car or house or plastic surgery or vacation then ur old and bitter and it wont even fucking matter any more and thsts wha they want! to ruin ur youth and childhood so that u dont have fun and it wastes ur potential

they dont want you to be carefree they want u on the grind worked to the bone fixated on until whenever yoy finaly get to ~start~ living ur life!!!!!!

its a scam!!!!

ur life is 0-30 thise are the inportant years anyone who says otherwise us just trying to ruin ur youth and tell u that thise years dont matter, they dont even count, theyre not important, only sfter ur 30 and have a career house mortgage marriage baby #1 THENNNN ur life finally begins and hmmmmmmmm why would they say that????? huhh?????

because they think the only shit that matters is work marriage baby baby baby baby baby

thats all they want from you, ur production value

work work work and then make baby baby baby

so ofc ur lifes gonna start after 30 thats what they want bc by then its all over snyways

they dont want you to see ur youth as important they want it to be as awkward and stressful and boring and unsatisfying as possible, so that u just feel like u have to waitwaitwait until ur finally able to begin actually living, which, convieniently enough, is only going to start AFTER its really over!!!!! they dont want u to know this

they just want youth to be uncomfrotable and stressful when it should be the best time of ur life

i wish i had been thinfs and done things sooner. i refuse to fall for the bullshit of ohhh it doesnt reyallllly start until ur 18/21/30/etc. like it starts from fuckin day one id rather have a sports car and be attractive and doing things in my 20s rather than my 40s. thats when it matters.

they just want you to waste ur youth waiting

because then ur not at ur full potential and ur limited and unhappy then thats how they get you

it matters so muchmore in ur youth pls dont waste ur teenage years waiting for life to start

#cant stand those people who think being older is better #wouldnt u rather have fun when ur young?#they just want u to wait and waste ur youth and then finally u get a reward but ur too old and bitter and achy for any of it to even matter #why would u rather have a wild sexy 30s and 40s when u couldve been havinf fun as a teen and 20s.........#thats when u SHOULD be having fun #i shoudlve been in the club at 20 not fuckin grandma finally goes to the club at 39 #yippee i guess

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newlife-whothis · 2 years

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I feel like I’m always starting over and over again. So here we go again….

I just spent one hour walking around the blocks just to get my caloric deficit right. It’s cesty. I just got too relaxed again and forgot to keep tracks of my intakes.

To be honest I am ashamed because of it. I’d never admit it to some people. Maybe once I’ll be skinny, I’ll be like - I’m hard on myself because of the model world I’m living in. But not now. Now, they would start seeing I need to get fit. That I need to loose my fat belly and arms. And I donr want that.

Today I felt fat again. I noticed I feel more confident when I know I’m keeping my calories in line. The end of july wasnt good for me.

July was hell of a long month.

I had 19 green days out of 31. That means I managed only half of the month to keep caloric deficit. Other days were really bad. 7 days I didnt even keeped track of my intake I just kept eating and drinking.

If july was 19 out of 31, lets august keep at least 25 put of 31. I already had one day red. Yesterday we went to summer cinema and it would be ok if I wouldnt eat bag of chips. They were my favourite but after I finished them I felt like I could live without it. It’s like I dont even think when I get to eating junk food. It’s not like I would enjoyed it so much. I just feel that urge to eat something even though I dont need to, I dont fully feel it I just do it. Like a some kind of habit.

But because I decided to live even without plastic and shop for food in local store without packings I am on much better way to eat proper food.

Other aspects of my new life aren’t that bad also. I keep working towards my goals for this year. Altought I still avoid some things. But I promise myself I’ll change it. I think I need to design myself a walkpaoer where I’ll hide things I need to do. “Do it now.” “Answer” “call back” “domt eat that junk” …

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immagrosscandy · 3 years

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i reached 501 followers

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minor-solemnity · 3 years

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Pairing: Tom x oc/reader

Summary:

Tom and oc go to the slug club yearly galla and oc is the loud Gryffindor 2nd in class and her and tom have been nemesis for long but the sexual tension is real and then tom sees her dancing with potter ..

Slughorn is like “ahh two of my favourite students” and he introduced them to a lot of people and a little girl spills something on tom and oc defends the girl and slughorn is like why dont you help him change oc ( as tom had some injury and was drenched and couldn’t change on his own ) and when they fight all the way to his dorm and she only agrees because slughorn tells her to and then when she helps him out of his shirt there is a lot of sexual tension and then kiss or maybe have sex in his dorm

And in the end she ends up sleeping on his bed and he like sees her face glisten in the moon light and is like fuck i like her even though he was trying to convince himself he didnt care abt her throughout the party ? And in the morning she is like well you slytherins have great beds you rich aristocrats or something and he just laughs and kisses her and malfoy is like well who would have thought the slytherin ice cold king and the Gryffindor lioness

I dont know feel free to change it up and if you donr want to then thats ok too it would mean a great deal to me if you write it no pressure tho..( going anon because i am shy )

~ red

Heyyy so I took a few liberties and this is gonna be a two parter because I have zero chill apparently but I hope you like this, Red!

Next part will be up in a day or two :)

Never Gonna Give (You Up) Pt.1

You smile up at him as innocently as you can. You know you shouldn’t bait him. You know you’re being immature. You know that if this night descends into one of your usual verbal sparring matches you won’t be impressing anyone, let alone Christella Beaufort. But something about him brings out the worst in you. Makes you feel slightly wrong-footed which in turn makes you want to push and needle until he reacts.

You take a moment to marvel at the decorations for this year’s Saturnalia party. Every year, Slughorn seems to set himself an unofficial challenge to out-do himself with more elaborate designs. This year, the theme is clear: gold. Just lots and lots of gold. From the tablecloths to the chairs, to the golden snowflakes that melt into nothing a couple of feet above your head, to the floor which has been charmed so that whenever you take a step you leave a shimmering footprint in your wake. It’s bright and festive and you can’t help but smirk at the thought of Tom Riddle being stuck in a room full of Gryffindor colours.

Speaking of the devil, you spy Riddle talking to Slughorn and one of the Ministry officials that often grace Slughorn’s get-togethers. You don’t particularly want to go over and talk to him, but you do want to make yourself known to Slughorn and find out if he managed to Christella Beaufort on the list this year. She’s the Head Curse-Breaker at Gringott’s, fiercely independent, highly intelligent, and so tenacious she had singlehandedly opened the door to witches wanting to go into the profession. In short, she’s your idol.

“Come on, Potter. We’ve got pleasantries to make and hands to grease.” You grab Fleamont’s hand who you’re attending the party with (as friends - you’ve made it very clear to him that you’re not interested in finding out whether his skills on a broom translate off the pitch). With that, you stride over to the drinks table where Slughorn and Riddle are chatting, Fleamont stumbling after you, his hand still locked in yours.

“Professor,” You greet Slughorn with a warm smile, “I have to say, you’ve outdone yourself once again. I’m particularly fond of the colour scheme this year.”

“Ahh, my dear girl, how lovely of you to join us!” Slughorn cries jovially. He pats your shoulder and you watch as his eyes slide to your hand, which is still clasped around Fleamonts. And (not that you care) you notice that Riddle’s eyes are also fixed on your intertwined hands. You let go of Fleamont’s hand and it has nothing to do with the frown that’s now marring Riddle’s brow. He casts a fond (and slightly calculating, truth be told) eye over the three of you. “My three best students! First, second, and third.” Your smile turns strained and over Slughorn’s shoulder, Riddle’s charming smile turns smug.

Slughorn introduces you to the Ministry official - a boring looking man who you promptly forget the name of but who Fleamont seems entirely taken by. Before you know it, Potter has abandoned you to talk shop with Slughorn and Mr Ministry and you’re left with Riddle.

Lovely.

Just. Lovely.

At least there’s champagne. The other professors might disapprove but in all your years of Slug Club Saturnalias, Slughorn has never once skimped on the champagne. You reach for a glass and look at Riddle with a critical eye, searching for any imperfections. Frustratingly, you can’t find any. Riddle is, as per usual, the most handsome man in the room. Pale skin, impossibly dark eyes, refined features and cheekbones as sharp as his tongue. Metaphorically speaking. Though the idea of Riddle with a forked tongue is enough to make you snort into your champagne flute.

Riddle’s attention snaps to you and he raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, impatient, annoyed with you already and making absolutely no attempt to hide it. “Did you find something amusing?”

“Oh, no. I was just taking in your general appearance,” You say, waving a handle vaguely towards him. You smile up at him as innocently as you can. You know you shouldn’t bait him. You know you’re being immature. You know that if this night descends into one of your usual verbal sparring matches you won’t be impressing anyone, let alone Christella Beaufort. But something about him brings out the worst in you. Makes you feel slightly wrong-footed which in turn makes you want to push and needle until he reacts. It doesn’t help that the rivalry you’ve had with him since first year has only become more intense and heated as you’ve gotten older.

His eyes narrow and he drags his gaze across your body. The moment stretches and your cheeks flame as his eyes follow the nip of your waist and the curve of your hips. Your mouth goes dry. Because this is another thing that you hate about Riddle: he never fails to make your stomach swoop. By the time he raises his eyes back to yours, his expression is one of ironic amusement. “Colour me impressed,” He murmurs, angling his body ever so slightly towards you and you have to force yourself not to take a step back. “You actually look… passable this evening.”

Prat.

You should walk away. You should find one of the fancy people that you’ve been desperate to meet since your invitation arrived a month ago.

You don’t.

You stay and bicker with Riddle, throwing increasingly caustic taunts and jibes at each other whilst you sip champagne and pretend that you’d rather be anywhere else. You realise about twenty minutes into a debate about Minister for Magic Spencer-Moon’s policies (you rather like the pro-muggle legislature he’s attempting to pass and Riddle thinks you’re being horribly naive) that Riddle is still here. Which, well, obviously he’s still here; he’s talking to you right now in that same condescending tone he uses to tell students off for staying out past curfew. But he doesn’t have to be. Riddle is as ambitious as you are, more so, even. So why has he spent most of the evening with you and not sucking up to the many rich and talented witches and wizards in attendance tonight?

You glance around the room, suddenly aware that it hadn’t even occurred to you to leave. You’ve been so wrapped up in your conversation that everything else had just sort of… faded away. For reasons you are unwilling to examine too closely, you feel yourself grow warm. Riddle is still talking, gesturing animatedly with his champagne flute, looking horrendously handsome and like… oh Merlin, he looks like he’s enjoying himself. And that is… Well, quite frankly, that’s enough to make your brain grind to halt from shock.

You’re saved from your inner turmoil by Fleamont who appears at your side and wraps a hand around your waist. Riddle’s expression shutters. He looks at Fleamont’s arm around your waist and sneers and, for reasons beyond your grasp, you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from explaining that Fleamont is just a friend. Fleamont, oblivious as always, grins and asks you to dance and you can’t bring yourself to look at Riddle as he leads you away to the dance floor.

Fleamont is a good dancer. You suppose this is to be expected from the heir to one of the oldest pureblood families in Britain. You imagine that he learnt to waltz before he learnt to walk. You try to focus on the dance, on the way that Fleamont spins you around the room causing your dress robes to fan out around you in an elegant circle but out of the corner of your eye you can see Riddle watching you. He’s subtle about it, you’re fairly sure that no one else would notice, but even as he makes conversation with a wizard you vaguely recognise as Ensio Kiimamaa, widely regarded as the leading Potions Master in contemporary wizarding society, his eyes flicker to where you’re dancing with Fleamont.

You’re really not sure what to make of it.

The dance ends, and Fleamont makes a show of bowing and offering you his arm, which you take with an exasperated laugh. “Let’s go talk to Kiimamaa, I hear he’s thinking about taking on apprentices next year.” As little as you want to go near Riddle for the rest of the night, you can’t think of a good reason to object, so you nod begrudgingly and walk over, trying to convince yourself that the trepidation you feel is a result of being introduced to Kiimamma and not because of the way Riddle’s looking at you.

You make your introductions and Kiimamma begins to explain his latest discovery: a highly acidic venom harvested from the Icelandic water-dwelling vatnaormar. He produces a vial of dark liquid, uncorks it and passes it around the three of you. “It’s highly dangerous to touch, but I’ve found that a sniff of it can induce heightened concentration and focus - I hope to find a way of incorporating it in a potion that’s safe to drink.”

Riddle holds the uncorked venom delicately between his fingers, raising it up to the light to observe the venom and then time seems to speed up and slow down all at once as you watch in horror as two things happen almost simultaneously.

First: A little girl, who you assume to be Kiimamma’s daughter, shakes free of Slughorn’s hold on her arm and bounds over, waving her arms excitedly before losing her balance and crashing into Riddle. Second: the uncorked vial slips from Riddle’s fingers and the venom arches in an elegant curve through the air before it splatters across Riddle’s chest.

The effect is immediate. The venom tears through Riddle’s dress robes in almost no time at all and his skin begins to burn, leaving awful red and pink welts on the pale skin of his chest. The little girl starts wailing and Slughorn and Kiimamma start flapping their hands.

Riddle’s eyes flash in pain and anger and embarrassment and he completely forgets his usual charm and grace as he rounds on the girl. Before he can start yelling at her as he so clearly intends to, you step forward and place your hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It was an accident, Riddle. She didn’t mean to.” You say and then add in a low tone so that only he can hear, “She’s his daughter. Don’t fucking yell at her.” His gaze snaps to yours and there’s a moment when you think he’s going to yell anyway before his jaw clenches and he gives you a single tight nod.

“Riddle, my poor boy, you must go to the hospital wing. Not to worry, I’m sure Madam Montague will be able to sort you out in a flash.” Later, you will be able to appreciate Slughorn’s ability to sound jolly in even the direst of circumstances. Right now, you just find it rather insensitive. Slughorn turns to you and with slightly pleading eyes asks you to escort Riddle. Try as you might, you can’t think of a good reason not to, so with a vaguely helpless glance to Fleamont, you grudgingly nod, scowling at the ground in annoyance.

You loop your arm through Riddle’s and he stiffens under your touch. You repress the urge to roll your eyes and begin to make your way out of the room, ignoring Riddle’s laboured breathing and the slight trembling of his shoulders. It’s only as you get to the door that you notice a tall, dark-haired witch with a jagged scar crossing the length of her face steps out of the floo. Christella Beaufort, the one person who you had wanted to meet tonight has arrived and you’re not going to get to even say hello.

(part 1) (part 2)

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secretbangtnn · 3 years

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Reckless | Min Yoongi 1

Pairing : producer! Yoongi x reader

Warnings : depression, mentions of death, health issues, arguments, toxic relationship, healing

A/N i decided to to some drabble series i could write on my phone - just till I get my laptop back or if you will like it for longer. Ask and requests open, so if you would like to see some couple or idea donr be shy to request

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Yoongi is lonely.

The type of loneliness when you just do not care about surroundings or yourself, prefering to throw yourself into a mess of work.

And Yoongi did just that.

As a producer he indeed got a lot, money and fame in the environment he needed the recognition, a quiet place of his own and a good income he did not worry about. Perfect for such an easy guy as him. He worked for it for so long, and waited even longer, shedding tears on the way with the blood and sweat of unsleeped hours.

So why does he feel so empty?

Throbbing of his heart and constant thumping in his clothed in big headphones ears making him suffer more frequently than ever in his life.

Was it the burnout thing Namjoon so violently talked about?

Or he is probably over thinking everything and getting paranoiac for nothing. A silent huff escapes his lips, tiny red pillows a little dry and crusted from the countless biting and licking, still glowing in the light his personal studio had. The chair creaks under his movement as he suddenly nearly lays wholy on it, body shutting down after so many hours of stooped position and tense muscles.

He looks up with an empty stare, looking at the creamy ceiling as if it is something that would answer his question. Maybe he is starting to realize that his life is not as meaningful as some people say it is.

He helped so many, his lyrics always bringing new reasons for someone. Words he wrote so fastly somehow took the form of comfort, some even said they feel as if the lyrics were a person reminding them they are not alone.

He heard it too many times that the not ending praises started to sound the same.

A quiet ding wakes him up from the daydreaming, saving him from the coming dark thoughts. Bright screen hurt his eyes, however showing a new notification among the others he was too tired to answer for some time.

That one is a little different. Date showed so brightly on the screen, little numbers so innocently looking at him with curiosity. And he did too. For some quiet minutes the tiredness made him forget about meaning under the date, coming slowly to the surface with terrifying realization.

His breath hitched the phone clutched in his skinny trembling hand nearly falling as his cat-like eyes widened.

So it was the day he was reminded why the lyrics that have been his life become so meaningless.

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dream-realm · 4 years

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everythib.f i do feels like it has to be a secret, everything. i dont know why, since no ones ever really made fun of me, and they havent encouraged me to be guarded or to keep my emotions or interests private. but i will never tell anyone more than they ask, and anyone around me has long since stopped asking because i subconsciously engineer everyones expectations so that theyll always stand at a comfortable distance from me. or i just pretend im able to do that, and its all part of the most elaborate defense mechanism against something i cant see. i even acted like this really young, even as early as i have good memories, maybe 4 or 5. my whole world is a complete confused delusion from the moment i was born. this is horrible to say but i always wished there was a point of trauma to trace everything back to. if there is its literally undetectable, and i cant even determine if the faint or vague memories i have are manufactured by myself or not. like i have no grounding for anything. if i told people stuff i actually believe and feel theyd think im delysional and schizophrenic and force my life away from me too. even when i wa slittle i could keep these a secret though, i knew other people wouks do that. im so delusional that when i sat in church as a little kid i tried to think of someone better thab god who everyone admired the most and thought was the best human to have existed, and was like, im on par w that. i didnt even need to provide myself and explanation i just yhought im not even a human and im better than everyone. all i can think is this was a defense mechanism except again i dont know what against. im not even distressed and this is all really embarrassing to write, i just remembered now that having kept strategic secrets, any part of my life that seems like a coherent slice is buried so deep behind other memories ans this one is one of the strangest of them and absolutr delusion but i just thought it was true in such an obvious way and i was so young and untouched by things that would prompt this. its likely i jusy felt above all alien and thats exactly how ive felt every moment of my life. its not thay i donr understand hwo things are, i do, but theres a much deeper ambiguity and confusion about everything thats just there always and i cant explain why, its not the sort of thing that could be logic or nto

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nervousndepressd · 3 years

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wish youd stay out of my life for good

i hate tht just the mention of u sends me into dissaciociting that i cant get out of

all those things you said the ways you hurt me and manipulated me, i feel like i cant imagine what real love feels like because of how much its been tanted

i miss the soft moments and the times it felt like you cared cause it felt like you cared more than anyone else has ever cared abt me

and now that people around me care but they dont treat me with the hurt and perversion you did it doesnt feel like real care it feels fake

like those around me should yell at me for attention or force me into things i dont want, thatd be care thatd feel like real love

theres this boy and hes so nice like romance movie nice but i cant fucking bring myself to be with him cause it just doesn't feel like love, and maybe i donr have feelings for him but his love feels like a friends because he isnt harming me

ive slept in his bed twice and he hasnt asked for sex or made me feel bad because i didnt fuck him

you always treated sex like it was a reward for you, like if you bought me dinner or a vape i should go down on you and that was payment, i know a relationship shouldnt be like that but thts what made me feel warm

was when we had a nice day then we fucked and i got to be held at the end of it, i hated that i was an object to you but i loved being treated like one when it meant i got love, even for a moment and even if the next day i would yelled at

you made me feel small yet so so important, like i was this specia memento you kept for yourself

im glad you are happier now, i hope that means you wont hurt another girl like you did me, and im hopefully maybe you find your light, it scares me that you may not and another gurl will be in my situation feeling trapped and confused and lost, so i hope that doesnt happen

i just feel fucked that ive got to unlearn all these horrible ideas, that even if someone came into my life tomorrow that i wanted to be with i couldnt because i dont know how to love without it being twisted, i feel like all the masculine people in my life who shouldve taught me about what a partners love should be failed me

i cant see myself being fucking happy anymore, i want to drop out of school and drink till im blacked out again and do horrible fucking drugs that get me put in the hospital

i dont really care anymore, but i know ill wake up tomorrow and drink enough coffee and have enough cigarettes to forget about this for a little, i just dont know how ill solve this long term

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lordofspiritsandbazongas · 6 years

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Tales of Berseria - Not Every Performance Can Be A Hit

Summary: Magilou and Velvet can try and lie to each other, but for just how long? Warning: The fic contains some nsfw elements, but it’s mostly suggestive at best.

Disclaimer: This fic was made as a part of tales of secret santa for @chelfierambles, I hope you enjoy it!

“Ah!” The self proclaimed witch moaned, as she was slammed up against the door of Velvet’s cabin. “So rough. Hasn’t anyone told you that you need to be delicate with people? Especially now that you’re a daemon and all that.” Velvet rarely had the patience to toy with Magilou, and this time wasn’t any different. With her hands being kept busy holding the squirming woman still, she used her free foot to kick the door open before practically throwing Magilou on top of it. It had been a few days since their last time together, yet the sheets were still stained from their previous encounter. To an inexperienced eye, it could be mistaken as water droplets coming from the ceiling, but the two of them knew the truth. Magilou wasn’t just a loudmouth, but also a real mess to deal with in every meaning of the word. “Will you ever shut up?” Velvet grunted in response; closing the door with a similar kick behind her. With her bandages loosening up almost on their own, the dark and red skin was revealed. It had an aura of its own. Malevolent energies were seeping out of it like it was a fresh wound. It was a part of her Velvet kept hidden for a good reason. However, if there were people who didn’t flinch from seeing it, it was the group she was travelling with. “I’m known to do that on an special occasion. Kinda like a reverse birthday song, you know?” The witch smirked; her attention now jumping from Velvet’s displeased look to her ever glowing arm. Doing her best to act like she was in a real danger, Magilou gulped and backed up a bit until she hit the wooden frame of Velvet’s bed. They had both been through this song and dance many times by now. Neither of them could simply say that they wanted or needed release, or that they wanted to feel intimacy in a world that seemed to be void of any. Instead, it was all donr behind snarky remarks and faked anger. Things to justify their behavior. Simply being honest was too much to ask. Velvet shook her head before climbing on top of her bed. The wood underneath her squeaked and bent from the weight of two women now on top of it. With Magilou already lowering herself, it didn’t take long for her view to be of Velvet towering over her. It was an angle that was both familiar and pleasing, for it often meant that she was in for a good time. Admittedly Velvet was a bit on the quiet side compared to the woman keeping her company, but she knew how to make an evening last in a way Magilou enjoyed. Much like her own bandages, it didn’t take long for other pieces of clothing to be shredded as well. With the way Magilou was dressed, it only took a few pulls to get the witch out of her outfit. Even fewer pulls with a hand like Velvet had. At this point, she was used to precision with those claws being both huge and sharp. She could have pinpoint accuracy when using them. The first to go was the strap keeping her excuse of a skirt and stockings connected. Initially Velvet had ignored the rest of Magilou when they had started to let their relationship turn from one upping each other into a physical one, but now she found herself paying attention to the different expressions she made during it all. Still playing her part of being the poor, helpless victim, Magilou was pulling all the stops in squirming and acting terrified. But with her levels of acting, it didn’t take much for Velvet to see past it all. For someone who was supposed to be trembling, Magilou was far from convincing. Her legs more spread out than shaking; practically begging the daemon on top of her to take her. “You like this, huh? What a poor witch you are. Unable to control a mere daemon,” Of course Velvet wasn’t just any daemon, but THE daemon. The one daemon the entire world was speaking about. Not even Magilou’s title was up to Velvet’s level. Everyone knew what the Lord of Calamity was to some degree. It was all easier this way. To act it out. Velvet found it increasingly hard to be truly mad at the eccentric woman. Initially, she had found it hard to tolerate her, that much was certainly true, but the more the two had spent time together, the easier it was to see eye to eye. Despite being like night and day at first glance, both of them had started to notice similarities in each other. Biting at her lower lip, Magilou did her best to wiggle in an attempt to look like she was trying to free herself from the daemon’s grasp, but it wasn’t really convincing enough to fool either of them. Arching her back, Magilou brought her body more prominently for display; encouraging Velvet to do what she was good at. “Oh, I am indeed! Simply the worst! The number one rule of summoning a succubus is that you shouldn’t be horny when you’re doing so! And of course, I just had to forget that! What a dumb woman I am! Woe is me!” Magilou cried out in an overly dramatic fashion; hitting herself on the forehead a few times before her hand was stopped by another one. Holding onto Magilou’s thin wrist, Velvet pushed that hand next to her head. What looked to Magilou like an act of dominance was really something else entirely. What Velvet wanted the most was for Magilou to stop hurting herself. Once again, she found it hard to say it out loud, as any real feelings would make their relationship that much harder. Of course, that figurative ship had sailed ages ago, with both of them knowing that this supposed ‘no strings attached’ deal was anything but. Not everything needed to be spoken out loud, though. The wordless touches after it was all over spoke, perhaps, more than words ever could. Fingers trailing over each others naked bodies, glancing deep down into each other’s eyes... it was all a different take on their shared song and dance. Magilou’s oversized hat was quickly thrown into some unknown corner, leaving all of Magilou’s long and wild hair to come truly loose. Reaching out for a handful of it, Velvet let her fingers lose themselves in the midst of it all; feeling just how soft it was before gently tugging it. Despite what her inner romantic wanted, she had her part to play. The last thing she wanted was for Magilou to start asking questions. Despite having been a sister to someone who couldn’t even properly leave their home, it was somehow Magilou who had more questions on her mind at any given moment. “Ah!” She moaned again; expressions failing to show just how much in supposed pain she was. “This is going to be the last time I’m gonna attempt an arte like this.” Velvet couldn’t help herself from chuckling dryly. In her head, if Magilou had actually come up with a way to summon a daemon that’d satisfy her, even if it came with a cost of her clothes or possibly her life, she’d take that offer in a heartbeat. “No it’s not,” She snarkily replied. The next of her clothes to be thrown away, or torn apart, in this case, was the chest piece. Trailing her sharp claw right through the middle of it, Velvet exposed the witch’s bare chest and stomach. Not wanting to switch hands just yet, she let that same claw trail to the sides, causing Magilou to squirm in a mixture of laughter and pain. It was weird how something like that could make her laugh, considering it was followed by a mark on her skin and faint bleeding afterwards. Scooping up some of that fresh witchblood, Velvet licked it all clean right in front of Magilou before leaning in closer to her. “The taste of a lying witch… delicious.” For once, Magilou didn’t have to act like she was squirming, as the mere sight of it all was enough to send shivers down her spine. In the heat of it all, Magilou reached out for Velvet’s head, pulling her even closer to her. Opening up her mouth, the two lips met. For a pair that had turned a one-time thing into a regular occurrence, the two of them very rarely kissed. Perhaps it was due to intimacy of it all, as they found themselves mostly enjoying the rougher side of things, but deep down they knew the true reason of it all. They didn’t want to get truly attached. Making love and being in love were two very different things, even if, at times, the difference between them was only minuscule. All things more sensual were left for what little time they spent together after the act, but now, they found themselves locking lips even before the first orgasm. Velvet tried to pull away, knowing deep down that the longer the kiss was held, the harder it would be for her to deny that this is what she wanted. Despite her grunts, she couldn’t bring herself to do it, and instead embraced the woman underneath her; wrapping her arm around her to keep her close. If she had been able to break the kiss, she would have told the witch just how much she hated her… for making her fall in love with her, of all people.

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