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tzuberry · 9 months

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(cute) things zerobaseone maknae line do as your boyfriend ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, established relationship, bulletpoint

cw none ⠀⠀⠀wc 410, 418, 505, 462 (1,795 overall)⠀⠀⠀reading time 12 minutes

note HELLOOOO i havent posted a fic since july 15th and that was my first fic ever on this account omg... thank u for all the notes on my other post LIKE i didnt expect so much + thank you for 90 followers!! also i might start writing for tiot and evnne if i have time 🫡 likes are reblogs are appreciated if u can 💟

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ricky 리키

lets you play with his hair

i think ricky is honestly extremely particular with his hair, and especially who gets to touch it

his hair isn’t very visibly damaged despite getting it dyed frequently / basically not having black hair since he was probably fifteen years old (and he’s nineteen now, so that says something) so he has to take good care of it not to have it fried off

there were stories about him during bopeul where they said they always saw him fully ready with perfectly styled hair whenever he left his room, too

like i’m not even kidding he has to care for his hair a whole lot or by now he could’ve been bald i’m sorry

when his friends—mainly gyuvin—try to play with his hair or comb their fingers through it, ricky allows it but is not that pleased because he put effort into styling his hair and doesn’t want it to get messed up

gyuvin jokingly whines a little, but is over it after a few seconds

when ricky started dating you, although he thoroughly knew you and almost all of your habits and mannerisms, he didn’t think you would be into playing with his hair

you’re hanging out, watching a movie at your apartment while your head is rested on his shoulder when he feels your fingers suddenly brush through the strands of his hair

he turns to look at you, partly shocked but also just wondering what you’re planning on doing to his hair

you shrug your shoulders, keeping your eyes on the tv and not minding him one bit

“what are you doing?” he asks, a little amused

he expects you to reply playfully, to exchange banter or something like that

but instead, you say, “your hair is really soft, you know,” as you proceed to curl a portion with your finger acting as the curling iron

ricky quite literally folded that day... now he lets you do whatever you want with his hair

you can braid it, curl it, whatever

he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you, even if he spent nearly an hour fixing it this morning

you’re in a cafe talking to gyuvin and gunwook, sitting at the other side of the table when you lift your arm to twirl ricky’s hair, him not remotely flinching at the contact

gyuvin is pleasantly surprised to witness this sight

“you don’t let me do that,” he sulks, aimed at ricky

your boyfriend scoffs. “you’re not [name].”

gyuvin 규빈

always texts you + makes sure you’ve eaten

okay i think i’ve seen a lot of people say this already idk but i think it’s soooo true

gyuvin texts you excessively

like. about anything

there was one instance when his little brother had a crush on a girl, and gyuvin literally went to you for help and his brother didn’t even have an inkling of what was happening

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): [NAME] MY LITTLE BROTHER... is... growing up :(

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he used to be so small i could put him in my pocket and now

yn: what happened???

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he LIKES A GIRL. who told him it was okay to get a girlfriend? at his toddler age??

yn: gyuvin i love you but we started dating when We were his age

and then he continued to ask you for advice on how to help his brother get the girl he liked

there’s more instances of him oversharing his brother’s life with you, but that ends there

he also buys you snacks all the time

even if you don’t want it. even if you verbally, very clearly, straightforwardly tell him you’re not the tiniest bit hungry

he’s basically your mother oml

he makes those little snack baggies for you to take

before you both graduated, gyuvin would bring you lunch. it didn’t just stop at snacks

he would ask his mom to help him cook for you

and he’d make it all cute and stuff like shaping the rice to be your favorite character

he’d pack it to school and give it to you in the morning. omg

mixing those two things together, you get “have you eaten yet” texts all the time

it’s two pm, and you were so stuck while helping a friend that you regrettably forgot to eat lunch. ‘it’s okay,’ you assure yourself, ‘i had a late breakfast’

gyuvin texts you, asking the usual “have you eaten lunch????” and you lie and say yes

and then your phone rings and you know you can’t avoid it anymore because he can see through your voice when you lie

from the speaker of your phone, gyuvin’s voice is unbelievably attractive—but you choose to ignore that fact for now

“[name],” he deadpans. “be honest. have you eaten?”

choosing to accept defeat, you exhale deeply. “no.”

gyuvin suddenly hangs up and only a text is left on your screen

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): i’m coming over in. like 30 minutes i have to ask my mom to help me cook

gunwook 건욱

teaches you how to dance

gunwook is SO good at dancing it’s so crazy

i love watching him on stage because he’s the best performer ever. like he seems to genuinely enjoy it and i hope he never loses that love for dancing / singing / rapping

you on the other hand..... you could be good at dancing too, just definitely not as good as gunwook

so whenever your scheduled dates are interrupted by his extracurriculars at school, you decide to tag along with him, if the members of his clubs don’t mind (which they usually don’t)

one of his extracurriculars is the dance team

and most of the time, when your preplanned dates are cancelled because of an extracurricular he has lined up for him, it is almost always dance

so you end up following him to the practice room, silently watching him in the corner so as to not obstruct their view of the mirror by sitting directly in front of them

his eyes light up with the flame of passion you adore so much, and you’re so content that even if your date is cancelled because of this, you’re not annoyed and you still get to indirectly spend some time with him by spectating him as he does what he likes

in the short breaks that he gets, he takes the opportunity to sit beside you on the floor and ask about your day

when the practice session ends, he asks if it’s okay with you if he stays to polish up the routine, to which you say yes and offer to stay with him because everyone else has started to leave

after a while, he grows tired and plops down next to you

gunwook chuckles. “i’m sorry for cancelling our date and making you stay with me.”

“it’s alright, i like watching you dance.” you smile

he abruptly stiffens up, irises reflecting the light, making his eyes glow excitedly. “do i dance well? what do you think?”

you giggle. “you dance very well. a lot better than i can, for sure.”

“mhm, yeah?” he grins widely, and you know what he’s going to do

gunwook jumps up on his feet, extending his hand out to you to help you get up

“you just need a little help.” he nods proudly. “you’re lucky i’m your boyfriend.”

you take his hand, and he leads you to the center of the room and he starts to dance with you ballroom style (???) like the waltz and stuff

he guides your arms over his shoulder to circle his neck, and his hands rest on your waist and then he starts counting, “4... 3... 2... 1... like this,” as he takes a singular step in different directions, encouraging you to mirror his movements

you almost trip, but you tightly cling on to his shoulders before you can fall

gunwook laughs. “enough dancing for today?”

“yes, please,” you agree, letting your body fall forwards into a hug with him

“alright. if you’re not that tired, are you still up for that date?”

yujin 유진

(tries to) initiate / enjoys physical touch

yujin doesn’t seem like his love language is physical touch.... i know gyuvin does it a lot to him and he kinda pretends to not like it but it’s so endearing and i sooo believe he deep down loves it

it’s the same with you, but he’s the one intiating it

he never thought he liked skinship all that much, because he would even jokingly say it pestered him a little at times when gyuvin would dote on him

but when it came to you, and when you first started dating, he was itching to hold your hand

it was so new to him because he never craved for anyone’s physical affection before

all his older friends like gyuvin and gunwook would always just.... initiate skinship for him and he thought he didn’t like it but

suddenly you come along, and you don’t even try to hold his hand

he thought couples were supposed to hold hands?? and hug??

but you’re not budging and it’s so frustrating

while walking you home from school like usual, as you tell him about your day, he tries to gather the courage to intertwine your hands

it doesn’t work, and he’s left with cold hands as he stares at you enter your front door

“next time,” he whispers to no one but the wind

next time comes and still... he’s too nervous to hold your hand

the distance between your palms is less than four inches, and all he has to do is take the leap—besides, nothing could go that wrong. you like him and he likes you

he purposely bumps the back of his hand with yours, but doesn’t actually take your hand in his

he awkwardly rubs his nape, unsure of what to do now

your brows knit together, as you’re now aware of yujin’s weird behavior

“yujin?” you tug on his uniform sleeve. “is something wrong?”

“no! nothing’s wrong,” he quickly denies, “don’t worry about it.”

“okay... can i see your hand, though?” you request, and it successfully confuses him because why do you want to see his hand?

he obliges, giving it to you palm up when you lace your fingers with his

“i’ve noticed you trying to hold my hand since last week,” you say, giggling. “i was waiting for you to do it, but i guess you’re too shy.”

“i’m not that shy,” yujin defends, looking down at your interlocked hands... ‘this is a good feeling,’ he thinks

you nod passively. “it’s fine. it’s one of the reasons why i like you.” you swing both your hands back and forth in the space between you

yujin doesn’t try to retort, only relishing the feeling of your hand in his

skinship isn’t so bad... maybe he could get used to this.

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neverfindmegone · 2 months

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Hi people, so I'm not a writer and I never wrote anything but my darling @pinkthrone445 is always writing the most amazing things, so I wanted to write this in her honor. Sorry if it's extremely silly and not well written but is my first try 🖤

What I can see

You and Melissa had been friends for a couple of months now. You met the red head during your first day in Abbot. You were nervous as hell to work as a teacher's aid, but you have always loved children and working with them was a dream.

At first, Melissa wasn't very friendly, she was extremely sarcastic, making fun of you every chance she got.

You still remember your first meeting, Ava had come to introduce you to the red head and you couldn't form one proper sentence, being stunned by her beauty.

- What's the matter Hon, did the cat get your tongue?

After that you started to spend more and more time with the older woman, and the intimidation you felt started to turn into a deep admiration. Being her helper was such an interesting job, the learning range was big, from teaching kids with special needs to having the number of a guy who could help you with racoon problems.

Yes. Melissa was an interesting woman and you started to fall for her more and more each day.

At first you believed to be a innocent crush, but the more you had one on one conversations, you saw that you couldn't stop thinking about what hurricane of a woman she was. Her presence, her personality, her looks, you were completely obsessed. What resulted in you finding every excuse possible to be around her all the time. You would bring her coffee, invite for lunches, drinks, movies almost every week after work.

Melissa seemed to appreciate the extra attention you gave her, sometimes you could swear you caught her staring when she thought you weren't looking.

Her bright green eyes shined when you overshared and her hands always found away to touch you, shoulders, hands, thighs.

That's how you found yourself in the current situation. Ava was giving one of her Ava speeches, and you had Melissa sitting right next to you, her arm touching yours. You were caught giving her looks from the corner of your eye, every time your skins would brush.

- Does she sound drunk to you? She whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your back stood up immediately and you were frozen for a second. Her breath ghosting your skin made you feel dizzy whenever she was this close to you. Damn this woman had put you wonder a spell or something. When did you start to be so easily affected?

Melissa noticing your lack of response, shoved your arm slowly. - You okay?

- Yes, I mean no, not drunk, maybe hung over? I saw on her Insta last night, she was at the club until late.

- Club on a Wednesday? That's brave even for her. She eye rolled, looking back at the stage.

- Come on Schemmenti. You looked at her. - Can't you handle going out on a school night?

Her head snapped immediately, green eyes finding yours, nostrils inflating. You liked teasing her, it was a part of the flirting banter you had going on.

You raised both of your eyebrows challenging her. - Too old?

- Are you kidding me kid? You, me, club tonight. She said snapping, challenging you back.

- Deal, I'll pick you up at 7.

---

Later that night, you knocked on Melissa's door at 7:15. A bit late, but nothing that would bother the older lady. When the door was opened, your jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight red dress, her creamy cleavage completely in display.

You couldn't stop staring at her breasts, your breathing getting elaborated. This was definitely the rack from God.

Melissa's voice broke up you from your paralysis. - What's the matter hon? Am I over dressed?

You frowned, seeing her insecurity.

- Are you kidding me? Mel, you look... You paused, your eyes raking over her body up and down slowly. - Exquisite.

- Really? I'm not sure about this. She said entering the house, with you following. - I had other options. She gestured for you to follow her into the bedroom.

- Maybe these black jeans? She pointed to the bed, where a bunch of clothes were scattered. - I haven't been to a club in a while, I don't know what I was thinking.

You looked around seeing the mess in the room, realizing that she was probably over thinking this. You wanted nothing more than reassure her, this woman was divine, how couldn't she know that?

- No, you look perfect, I promise.

Melissa made a face, showing that she didn't believe you, she walked to the large mirror in the corner of her room, before standing there, observing herself. Her hands moved over her dress, tiding it up. - Am I too old for this?

- Melissa, please. You giggled, how did this goddess believe she was too old for anything. That's when you remember your teasing earlier, you started to feel guilty. She wouldn't have been upset over that, would she?

- Is this about earlier? You asked approaching her. - Let me show you something. You continued, moving yourself behind her in the mirror slowly, afraid to scare her away. Your desire was to prove to the woman how gorgeous she really was.

- What do you really think? She said looking at you, finding your eyes in the mirror.

You moved your hands to her hips gently, holding her in place, while making eye contact with her.

- I think you will be the hottest woman there. You squeezed her hips gently, before giving them a tap. - Come on.

Melissa huffs, before looking at you with vulnerable eyes. - Oh please.

You move closer, keeping your eyes on hers, before resting your chin on her shoulder. - I don't think you are aware of the effect you have on people. Your arms hugged her from behind while you spoke.

The older woman eyerolled. - Huf, you have to say that, you're my friend.

- Melissa stop. You moved your hands to hers, before squeezing them. - Please see what everyone can see... What I can see.

She blushed deeply. - Listen kid, I...

You moved closer in a fast manner, making her stop talking. You pressed your front against her back completely, before starting - First, look at these arms. You moved your hands up and down her shoulders gently. - They are muscular and strong.

You felt her tense up, looking at you with uncertainty. You gave her a wide smile before you felt her relaxing again, she gave you a small nod, letting you know it was okay to continue.

You shifted your hands to her stomach, stroking it with your fingertips. - Look at this waste, so gorgeous and just the right shape. Her eyes shifted to your hands movements, and her breath started to increase it's path, as she felt you caressing her skin.

- And these hips? Your hand moved down her curves, touching her more intimately now, increasing the pressure of your hands.

- They are so attractive, when you walk, people at school can't stop staring at them. You know when I first met you I couldn't stop thinking about your hips and thighs.

She shaked her head no. - It's true. You breathed in her ear. - You carry such power and swag when you walk, it's impossible not to look.

Her eyes starting to shine, lips quivering as she felt your hands moving to her behind. - I don't think I need to tell you about this mouth watering ass of yours, do I?

Your eyes found hers, completely black now, your hand moving up and down her butt cheeks. Your touch was maddening, Melissa was starting to tremble and you heard a small whimper scape when your nails traced her shape, teasingly.

Your face moved closer to hers, your nose brushing against her cheek, your eyes never leaving hers. - But do you wanna know my favorite? You said slowly, letting the tip of your tongue brush against her earlobe.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Your hands roamed up her front and the red head felt like her skin was on fire, it was as if hot oil was being poured in every spot your fingers touched. Your hand stopped on her chest and you stretched your fingers to her neck, squeezing it gently.

- Y/N. She whimpered, her voice full of emotion.

Your fingers grasped her chin before turning her face to yours. - It's your face Melissa, I'm obsessed with your face. Your eyes kept drinking in hers while you spoke - Your eyes they are so green and deep. - Your smile lights up the whole room, it's contagious.

You leaned closer, letting your fingertips touch the tip of her nose - Your nose is sharp and perfect. You traced a path to her lips, observing her face deeply, like you were a painter and she was your master piece. Your fingers moved to her lips softly, the pressure light but steady.

- And your mouth, God your mouth.

Melissa held her breath, her eyes started to close, she was hypnotized by your caresses. Her eyes snapped open when she felt you pulling away. But before she could protest in disappointment you moved your hands to her breasts squeezing them roughly. You couldn't keep yourself away from them for one more second. - And these are the star of the show. You felt her nipples get hard while you played with them.

Her head fell to your shoulder before she groaned. - Fucking chirst Y/N.

You lost any self control you had left and turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, trapping her with your hands beside her head . - Do you see it now? You asked, your eyes full of lust.

Her lack of response gave you the impression that she was uncomfortable, so you started to move away shyly. - Fuck, sorry Mel, I know we work together. Before you could finish your sentence Melissa grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours. She was furious and putting all of her desire and longing into that kiss.

You had no idea how long she had craved this, how long she had craved you. And having your hands and whispers seducing her like that was enough to take the red head to a breaking point.

All she could see was black, her hands moved over your body frantically, squeezing every piece of flesh she could find.

You moaned feeling how dominant she had became, letting her take charge of the kiss. Your hands moved to her shoulders, clutching with force, returning all the fire the woman was giving you. You opened your mouth, accepting her tongue in. Your mind was dizzy with desire, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning again.

- Holy fuck. You panted. You kissed for minutes, or what seemed to be hours. You couldn't get enough of her taste and she seemed to be obsessed with yours. Every time you would stop to breathe the other would pull in again with force, continuing the intense kiss. Your hands tangled in her gorgeous hair and hers groping you forcefully.

When you felt yourself close to fainting from the lack of air, you moved away from her, catching your breath so you could take a sight of what had just happened.

You moved your hand over your chest, trying to recover.

- Wow Schemmenti, I always assumed you were a good kisser but this, this is something else.

When you caught her eyes, she was still silent, chest and face red, she looked dangerous, almost a predator looking at her pray. - Mel?

She moved closer to you before shoving you in the bed savagely. You fell on your elbows harshly. - Ouch! Melissa! You said looking her with surprise.

- You had your fun seducing and playing me like pudding in your hands. Now it's my turn. She said while moving on top of you.

Her hands moved to your neck before squeezing it. - And you know something Y/N? She said while leaning in, letting her mouth hover over yours. - I don't think I want to go to the club anymore.

#Melissa schemmenti x you #Melissa schemmenti x reader #abbot elementary #Melissa schemmenti #Fanfic

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multific · 1 year

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Offering

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend and you break up before a mission.

Somehow, you knew, you could see it in his eyes.

It was your biggest fear and it became true.

He no longer loved you.

You should have noticed the signs, you should have seen it all coming.

Now that you recall, his touches were extremely different, he barely kissed you or even talked with you.

He didn't love you anymore and it shattered you.

Instead of letting him ramble on with this 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit, you simply stood up and left.

You had a mission in a couple of days anyway.

Taskforce 141 knew that their precious little flower had issues.

From the moment they saw you, they knew something was off.

Thankfully, during the mission, you were able to take your mind off of your ex.

Barely even thinking, you moved on instinct.

Currently, you were with Ghost, waiting for backup before heading into another fight.

Your target was inside a mansion and you two needed some backup before heading in.

"I didn't want to mention this, but I can see it is bothering you. Something happened, Daisy?"

You looked up into his eyes, it was weird to see him trying to be so professional while still calling you by your code name.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. We didn't exactly talk about it but I could see in his eyes he didn't love me anymore. So... yeah."

"He is a dumbass. You deserve a real man."

His honesty made you turn and look at him. You could only smile as he refused to meet your eyes. He knew he overshared. He should have just said 'sorry' and moved on, but he fucked up.

"A real man sounds about right. You know anyone?" he didn't say a word only shook his head, no. "That's sad. I was hoping you were offering," you smirked. "But oh well... Maybe Johnny would be open..."

"No." his reply came way too quickly. There was a couple minutes of silence between the two of you.

"Backup in 10 LT." came Johnny's voice over the radio.

"Copy." Ghost replied.

"You told me many times to leave him because he is not good enough for me. And here I am... I guess I'm more disappointed in myself for trying to believe that it could be real." you said as you let out a sigh.

"You did nothing wrong. He is an idiot."

"A gone idiot." you finished before the chopper arrived. Giving Ghost a smile.

You weren't sure if you were only imagining things.

You swore you could see something in his eyes, something soft and caring.

---

The mission was finished. The information had been obtained.

And you were only the lovely new owner of a shot wound on your arm.

The wound was now all bandaged up and you were ready to head back for some rest.

Ghost closely followed you as you were heading to your room.

"Y/N..." his voice came from behind you as you smiled and turned to face him. You two spent a good amount of time looking at one another before he spoke up again, his voice low.

"Maybe, I am offering." this made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"A-are you?" your previous confidence seem to have died down as he took a couple of steps closer to you, eyes never leaving yours.

"I am." he said as his thumb came up to your bottom lip.

You two just stared at one another he moved you into your room as he kicked the door closed.

Using the darkness in the room to his advantage, his face was bare as he placed his lips on yours.

You didn't need to be told twice, you pulled him to the bed without another question or without breaking the kiss.

---

You woke up the next morning to a dull pain in your lower region and a hand on your waist.

Suddenly the reality of the situation hit you like a cold shower.

You had sex with your Lieutenant.

And it was amazing.

You were sure the two of you went on for hours and many rounds. He was an amazing lover, a giver but he also knew how and what to take from you.

You lost count of how many orgasms he gave you but you can recall that he always made your legs shake.

You enjoyed the night.

It was a good distraction from your fucked up life.

But now, that it was morning, you knew, this will all come to an end.

You felt him slightly move behind you as his breath hit your neck.

"I can hear you thinking, Daisy." using your code-name possibly wasn't the best idea he ever had.

You felt distanced from him again.

"You are overthinking." he said again and you wanted to laugh but couldn't. "This doesn't have to be any more than a night if you don't want it to be. I am now offering something more."

"You are not a relationship kind of guy, Simon."

"I could be." his reply came so fast, he made you believe it.

"So what? A secret relationship where you could come to my room and always have to look behind you trying to see if someone was looking?"

"I wanted you for long enough. I feel like I would agree to any conditions." this made you turn and look at him, searching his eyes for a lie which you never found.

You were doomed.

---

And now, you were fucked.

With a dislocated shoulder, a huge gash on your leg, you could barely stand.

Thank God you were sitting.

Sitting and bleeding out.

You let out a long sigh before you hit the radio.

"Guys, I'm not in good shape. My shoulder is fucked, I am bleeding rapidly. I managed to hide in a shop down the street but I feel like they will find me any moment. I'm running low on amo and-"

"Where are you? I'll get you." Simon's voice came over the radio.

"In the perfume store at the back, hiding behind the counter." you replied.

"Stay there, I'm almost there. Gaz, get the chopper. Johnny, how's he mission?"

"Almost got the maps, LT."

"Meet us at the meeting point Johnny." You soon heard the radio get silent as the door to the store opened, you tried to peak. "Y/N?"

"Here." you replied as Simon arrived by your side with a first aid kit.

"What happened?"

"Turned out, I can take guys like you not only in bed." you smirked but Simon didn't find it so funny. "I dislocated my shoulder and he cut my leg." you said with a more serious tone as he grabbed your leg and put a bandage on it, stopping the bleeding.

"I can put your shoulder back." he said and you knew, this is going to hurt.

When he grabbed your arm, you prepared for the worst.

It was a terrible feeling, feeling your shoulder pop right back as you let out a groan.

"Good girl." he said and if you weren't in such a pain, you for sure would have made a dirty comment.

Soon, the chopper arrived and after having a showdown with a couple guys, you were on your way back to the base.

At that point, you lost consciousness. The blood loss caught up to you.

"Daisy?" Johnny asked and you let out a noise. "Just making sure you are all good." he replied. "You made Lt rather worried today." Soap smirked as you let out another groan. Simon looked at Johnny with an angry expression.

"Let her sleep." he said as Johnny put two of his hands up in defence.

"Sorry, Lt." Simon moved to sit next to you, holding your hand, checking your pulse. "I always had a feeling you would be a protective kind of boyfriend." you opened your eyes to that, looking at Johnny. "What? You thought your room is sound proof?! Also, it's so clear that you two are dating. I'm just said you didn't tell me."

"Or me!" replied Gaz with a huff.

"How did you know?" asked Ghost.

"As I said the room is not sound proof and as quiet as you two are, we could hear the noises still. And you are not that sneaky, Lt."

"A big guy like you was basically a beacon walking into her room." said Gaz.

Simon let out a groan.

"Captain also knows. He knew before us actually. I believe he knew even before you two. He always said you two make a good team and it was only a matter of time." Gaz explained and you let out a shaky breath, squeezing Simon's hand.

"I told you to be quiet." he turned to you as you snapped your eyes at him.

"Quiet?! QUIET?! How the fuck am I supposed to be quiet?"

"You have so many pillows, you should have used one!"

"Well, excuse me! Mr 'Let me hear ya Doll'!" Both Johnny and Kyle laughed. "Are you guys... really okay with this? With me and Simon?" you asked with a rather shaky breath.

"Of course! More than okay actually. I always said that Lt needed some lovin'. Captain asked us to see if it will affect the missions. And it did, but in a good way." Johnny nodded as soon you would arrive back to base.

"Thank you." you and Simon said in unison as you landed.

Nurses barged in to get you to the medbay as soon as possible.

Simon could only watch as you were taken away.

Johnny and Kyle both patted him on the back before leaving.

Price arrived soon after.

Simon was sitting in the medbay, waiting to be let in so he could see you. This is when the captain sat down next to him.

"You two could have told us."

"We were afraid we would be separated or discharged."

"I would never do that. Sure the others don't have to know, but as a team, we are responsible for each other." Simon nodded at Price.

"Thank you."

"There is nothing to thank. Let's have a drink once she is better." Just as John said that, a nurse came to inform that Simon could go in.

He sat down in the chair next to you, holding your hand.

You two really thought you were secretive enough.

But you were okay with the others knowing. At least in front of them, you didn't have to pretend anymore.

Simon leaned over to give you a kiss on the forehead.

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in 2017 i went through a horrible depressive episode where i watched mad men all the way through THaREE times consecutively and i was reading and writing a lot of rpf beatles mclennon fanfiction. as a chronic oversharer its been hard not tell this to my loved ones as sometimes it would be objectively extremely funny to reveal but immediately after it stopped being shockingly hilarious it would be absolutely mortifying. im in a 3 year long relationship and ive not cracked anyway POST yassified ferb in love; it would free her (the girl who drew it)

i am holding both of your hands it's okay ages 19-24 i was in a long term lived together relationship and i also never cracked (about pnf yaoi). mad men back to back and mclennon is basically mainstream in this day and age are you kidding me. be cringe and free. i love you. here's the pherbcest

OK SORRY I CANT JUST DROP IT I NEED TO DEFEND MYSELF. CONTEXT: i was 15-16 and living in a highly controlling christian cult hellhome so cartoons were basically the only thing i could watch openly and objectively pnf is a really clever funny and well-written show and my little sister really liked it

also it was the late 00s if you wanted gay you had to diy it in the deepest fringes of the internet (deviantart)

ALSO the concept "what if your parent married another parent and you and your new step sibling were best friends but also fell in love. wouldn't that be so complicated and full of potential drama" is objectively pretty compelling (see: contemporary disney channel show My Life With Derek, which basically had that exact premise)

i'd like to peresonally apologize to dan p*venmire and jeff "swampy" m*rsh

i actually really like these two like ambiancewise. the art is good. two extremely different vibes. the duality of pnf yaoi

bonus pher/bnessa

i must kill myself now

#everyone you have GOT to still think i'm hot after seeing these

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Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/Reader)

Synopsis: Principal Weems notices you're nervous around her, and invites you to the Weathervane to clear any tension between you. What starts as a promising friendship turns into... something else.

Pairing: Larissa Weems x teacher!reader. f!reader implied.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: NSFW/Sexual Content

Author's Note: Absolutely did not go into this intending to write smut but here we are.

You sat silently in principal Weems’ office, listening to the ticking sound from a clock on the wall. Larissa sat across from you tapping two of her fingers on her desk. She had called you in to talk about something, and even though you had just been hired as a teacher at Nevermore a few weeks ago, principal Weems already made you extremely nervous.

“I called you in here to ask if you’d like to have a drink with me this afternoon, after school. I can tell there’s some tension between us, and I’d like to clear it.”

“I think I would like that.” You quietly replied, It took all you had in you not to let out an audible sigh of relief that you weren’t in trouble for something. You knew, logically, that you shouldn’t be this scared of principal Weems. It isn’t like you have anything to feel guilty about, right?

“Great. Do you like The Weathervane?” Larissa looked at you with her full attention. It felt intense, and gave you feelings that you didn’t quite know how (or want) to dissect right now. You just nodded, unable to force a reply out of your mouth.

Larissa stood up to walk you out, giving you a gentle smile. “You don’t have to be nervous around me darling, I don’t intend to be your enemy.”

You made it to The Weathervane earlier than planned. It was all you were able to think about for the rest of the day, and you weren’t entirely sure if you were excited or scared. You watched the door, fidgeting with your hands. You really hated this feeling. It was like you were a student going out on your first date all over again. Except you weren’t a student, and this wasn’t a date.

When Larissa finally walked in, she was all grace and elegance. As always. She waved at you and walked over to sit in the seat across from you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her even for a moment. She had a presence that filled a room in such a way that you weren’t sure why everyone else wasn’t staring at her.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” Larissa didn’t give you much time to reply before waving over the waiter and ordering for the both of you. You were surprised that she remembered your favorite, you had only mentioned it in passing once.

“Principal Weems, I’m sorry if I’ve been impolite.” You began, getting straight to the point of this meeting. “It hasn’t been my intention.”

Larissa laughed a little. “Larissa. Call me Larissa. We’re not at work, and this isn’t a formal meeting. I was hoping with could build some sort of friendship.”

You smiled, and nodded softly. “I would really like that, Larissa.” You were already gaining some confidence in speaking to her. Maybe this whole thing was a good idea after all.

You talked about a lot of things with Larissa. You felt more comfortable to talk to her in this setting, and might have even overshared a few times. You lost track of time, and were asked to leave at closing.

You stepped outside on the sidewalk and let the night air hit you. It was cold and dark tonight. Jericho was usually off putting to you, and now was no exception. Larissa placed her hand on your back and let out a little hum. The physical contact made your face go red. You looked down, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“Let me drive you home.” Larissa offered, although not in a tone that gave much room for you to question it.

She walked you to her car and opened the door for you. When you were both inside, she turned on the heater and sat for a moment, letting the warm air fight off the chill. You sighed and turned to look at her in the seat next to you. “I wish I didn’t have to go home yet.”

She turned to meet your gaze, but didn’t say anything for what felt like forever. “I don’t want you to either.” She spoke in a voice quieter than you had ever heard her speak in.

After a few moment of silence, you realized just how close together the two of you really were. You leaned in a little and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of Larissa’s mouth. It left a faint stain from your lipstick.

Larissa smiled and turned away from you to start the vehicle. You wished she would say something, or kiss you again. You don’t know what even came over you to think you should’ve done that in the first place. After a few moments of driving, you finally blurted out a nearly incoherent apology. “I’m sorry, that was unprofessional of me. I promise I won’t let it happen again.”

She glanced at you, but quickly returned her gaze to the road ahead. “I didn’t mind it.” She spoke so matter-of-factually that it was a little jarring. “Don’t apologize.”

You sat in silence for the remainder of the car ride. You wanted to kiss her again right then and there, and probably would’ve if it wasn’t for the danger of getting into an accident. The car ride went by fast, you sat parked in the driveway for a few minutes, just looking at her. Like you were looking for the right words to beg her not to leave you.

“Larissa… I had fun tonight.” You whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. “I don’t want tonight to be over.”

Larissa took your hand and squeezed it affectionately, before leaning down to kiss it. “Do you want me to come inside with you?”

You looked away from her, trying to hide how red your face is for the second time tonight. “I would love that.”

She smiled, and moved to get out, quickly coming around to open the door for you. “Watch your step.” She said with a little laugh, extending her hand to help you out.

“Aren’t you polite?” You joked, and leaned into her touch as much as you could as you stepped out of the car and shut the door behind you. Larissa kissed your hand again, this time leaving a trail of kisses up your arm and stopping at your neck. You shivered softly at the affection, unable to hold back a little smile. The exchange grew more intense quickly. She kissed you hard, mixing your lipsticks to create the most perfect color you had ever seen.

A sharp moan left your mouth as you felt a hand running down your hips and pressing you onto the cold metal behind you. Larissa pulled back a little to see your reaction, and let a hand slip under your waistline. “Do you want to do this? Here?”

You nodded affirmatively. “Please, Larissa. I want you.” You managed out, pulling her a little closer.

Larissa smiled, satisfied, and slipped her hand a little lower. “Do you think you can be quiet for me? You wouldn’t want your neighbors to hear you.”

You bit your lip hard as she began to touch you. She was right, if any of your neighbors heard this you would never live it down. You buried your head in her neck and stifled as many of the moans as you could manage to.

Larissa was amused by how hard you were trying to be quiet. She sped up, watching and listening to you squirm under her. She clearly wasn’t planning on making this easy for you.

You tightened your grip around Larissa as you got closer to climax, completely expecting to fall apart in her arms, but she abruptly stopped and gave you a little smirk.

“I want to hear you beg for it.” She said simply. “Show me how much you want me.”

“Please” You managed out, taking a moment to gather more words. “Please Larissa, I want you to make me yours. More than anything right now. Please.”

Satisfied, Larissa continued. Fast and abrupt, without any ease back into it or warning. “I want you to be mine.” She whispered, using her free hand to hold you as still as she could.

You came fast and hard. Stifling a whimper and clutching onto the taller woman with all of your strength. “Thank you. Thank you.” You managed in-between breaths. You let yourself come apart for her, like putty melting in her hands. It was perfect, like nothing you had ever experienced before. You trusted Larissa with everything in you. You trusted her not to hurt you, after all of this.

"We should do this again sometime." You finally said after catching your breath.

Larissa laughed at the abruptness of the statement. "Yes, I think we should."

#larissa weems/reader #larissa weems #wednesday #principal weems #f!reader #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #live laugh larissa weems #wlw #fanfic #fanfiction #teacher!reader

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altargarden · 25 days

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What is it like to worship Lucifer?

What sorts of things does he help with? What kind of impact has he had on your life so far? Is he easy to approach? Is he forgiving of beginner mistakes?

Sorry for all the questions! I'm new to this sort of thing.

this is going to be a deeply personal answer, potentially oversharing in some aspects, so warning for mentions of abuse and emotional neglect. i just want to be perfectly transparent.

lucifer may have been an angel who had forsaken god, but in comparison, i have never felt more love from a deity than i have with lucifer. to me, lucifer is god's love - even if he claims to have abandoned god, he still carries a divine love that to me, is unable to be compared.

he came into my life during a very vulnerable time - i had just gotten out of an emotionally abusive relationship, and the treatment of my parents was as awful as ever. for context, i am a disabled man living in the same house as my mother, who is chronically ill and thus tends to lash out due to her feeling like garbage most of the time, and i share this house with my father as well, who is both emotionally neglectful and emotionally abusive (it tends to swing rapidly from one extreme to another). my father had been like this since i was around 10, and my mother has been like this since i graduated high school, which was about 10 years ago.

when you ask me what lucifer is like, it is almost unfathomable to imagine just how kind he is towards those suffering. towards those who want or need him. i've been through christian high school and my mother is christian too, and i still have never found that sort of kindness, by humans or by spirits. i have lived my whole life without knowing what parental kindness was, i have been put in so many unfortunate positions by both of my parents that i never thought i would ever taste parental compassion - even the nicer days where i could smile, i knew something was deeply wrong.

but when he came into my life, that feeling diminished, little by little. it did not change the nature of how my parents treated me, but it gave me much needed support. i felt something so new, and so warm. he protected me as much as he could from my parents, he kept me company when i needed to cry - he encouraged me to seek out my passions, and to do what made me happy. he told me to stand up for myself when my abuser came back into my life, and he encouraged me to always do what was right. he made me smile, he made me laugh, he gave life vibrance and light.

he was the parent i never had - he was my first taste of what it meant to be loved; to be worth something more.

when i started contacting him, if i had a dollar for every mistake i made, i would be rich. and yet, he laughed as if it didn't matter, he told me to keep going, he encouraged me to explore with curiosity, an open mind, and most of all, bravery. i met many demons after i started working with lucifer, and i still made mistakes then, even with his company. but he was there, he supported me. he always supported me.

i want to say, whatever frightens you with lucifer, i have to tell you he is not god. there is no sin that will make him cast you out. there is no sin that he damns humanity over. there is no sin that makes him turn away, or frown, or curse you. there is no sin that he'll sacrifice his own son for, there is no sin that he will sacrifice you for, either.

i'm telling you that you're best to just dive in, and ask him as many questions as you're able. he will listen, and he will answer. he may help you with that feeling of missing out on love, just like he did with me. for lucifer loves the suffering, he loves those who endure, he loves those who are brave, but he also loves those who are broken, weak, sick, the list goes on.

there is no sin that will make him give up, not on you, not on humanity.

#bun talks #not putting this in tags bc it's kinda iffy but #i hope this convinces you it's okay anon <3 #abuse tw #neglect tw #ask to tag

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thiscrimsonsoul · 6 months

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Semi-Hiatus From 10/21 Until 10/28

{out of paprikash} Hello, everyone. I received some very bad family news early this morning. I'll elaborate more under a cut for those who want to know, since I know many people don't want to hear about personal issues on rp blogs, and that's totally okay. I want all my blogs to be safe spaces for everyone. But the upshot is, I may not have very much time to write in the upcoming week, so I'll only be working on blogs whose characters I have a lot of muse for. I’ll leave @tarnishedxknight open, since I have a lot of muse for those characters, and I might write my Resident Evil muses (@youmissedone, @checkxmaster, and @freewillacquired) on their scheduled Wednesday (10/25) if time/muse allows. All other blogs, I will likely skip this week.

It’s hard for me to gauge, because sometimes when I get very upset/stressed, I want to write as a comfort/escape, but at other times I can’t even make words. There may be days when I write a lot and others when I write nothing. I’m sorry for anyone waiting for a reply, but all of this was very unexpected. I’m going to say I’ll be back next Saturday (10/28), but if that changes I'll let you know. Thanks so much for understanding. In the meantime, I hope you all are doing well. <3

Alright so... I don't want to go into a lot of details and overshare and make people uncomfortable, so I'll just quickly summarize what's going on.

I have a very toxic grandmother (she's 93) that me and my dad share time with my aunt with. She lives with us for 6 months out of the year and with her for 6 months, in a 2-2-4-4 breakdown. My grandma is so damaging to the mental health of whoever is taking care of her, and she greatly limits your freedom and ability to have a life because she can't be left alone for very long at all which is hard to deal with with work and whatnot, so we have to share time to keep our mental health from getting too bad. She causes my dad and I anxiety, depression, etc., but I won't go into detail as to all the reasons why. It's... a long story.

Anyway, Halloween is our happy time of year, because we love the season, we do a lot for it, and grandma is gone from August to December. Well... my aunt called today. She was just diagnosed with cancer and will need various treatments, so she can't take care of grandma anymore. We are getting her back two months early, we have to take down all our decorations for Halloween (she's very Christian and hates it), and we've had to cancel all our plans for Halloween and my birthday (some of which we had tickets and reservations we can't get refunds for), because when she's here, we can't leave the house for very long or go very far.

So at the height of when we were at our happiest and ready for Halloween and whatever else, we have to suddenly kindof... shut it all down... and accept back into our lives before we're ready this toxic person we were supposed to have a break from. And there will be no more breaks in the future, that's the worst part. Well, my aunt having cancer is the worst part, but you know what I mean. It's just all been a shock for us in so many ways.

*sigh* So yeah. If you've read this far, thank you for caring enough to do so, you deserve all the good things and I hope they come to you. I'll be okay, I just have to process everything, accept my new normal, somehow get through it. And I have to hope my aunt will be okay, forget about Halloween, and forget anything else me and my dad wanted to do for the foreseeable future. I am also getting laid off soon, probably after next semester according to my boss, so I need to find a new job. With grandma living with us all the time and my dad needing help to take care of her, I am extremely limited by what jobs I can look for, so that's another big source of anxiety. I just have to find a way through this, because I don't have a choice.

Again, thanks for understanding, and hopefully I can sort through this all in my head, get done everything that needs to get done in the next few days, and be ready to come back to my regular rp schedule next weekend. But like I said, I'll let everyone know if that changes.

#{ out of paprikash } ᵒᵒᶜ #tw: cancer #tw: anxiety #tw: toxic family

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cha-melodius · 10 months

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Oversharing on the Internet

Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland! This was less invasive than I expected. 😂

ONE: Are you named after anyone?

Nominally my great aunt? I think?

TWO: When was the last time you cried?

I'm not 100% sure. Might have been when we went to see Return of the King in the theaters recently.

THREE: Do you have kids?

Nope.

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Nah, never. (Yes, all the time.)

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?

When I was a kid, horseback riding, sailing (yes, I know I'm giving big HFMW energy, sorry), archery, and I have a black belt in tae kwon do. Now... I exercise unwillingly for my fucking health.

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?

I honestly have no idea? Hair, maybe?

SEVEN: What's your eye colour?

Brown.

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?

Always happy endings.

NINE: Any special talents?

Hmmm. I'm extremely good at optimal packing/any kind of spatial arrangement of items.

TEN: Where were you born?

Stealing the "in a hospital" answer.

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?

These days, writing (fanfic), reading (fanfic)(mostly), yelling on the internet about dumb idiots whom I love. Once upon a time I knit enough to be a knitwear pattern designer.

TWELVE: Do you have any pets?

A tortoise, three snakes, and a legless lizard.

THIRTEEN: How tall are you?

5'7"

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?

Biology, geology, history, english, art

FIFTEEN: Dream job

Theoretically I'm in it (paleontologist). The reality is somewhat less rosy. These days... not having a job at all. I don't want to monetize anything I love.

Tagging @celeritas2997 @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @heytheredeann @tedlassc @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @nicijones @wolfpup026 @abitofboth @three-drink-amy @daisymae-12

#about me

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aprilsadviceaskblog · 15 days

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I'll try not to dump too much, also I hope you are doing well!! You help so many people, I hope you know how much good you've done :)

Sorry if this is too much or if it isn't something you want to answer. No pressure. Also could you tag this with "nightingale anon"? Thanks for your time and any advice :)

I grew up in foster care and there was a lot of shit that happened ranging from neglect to murder attempts and a bunch of stuff, and my adoptive mother I'm pretty sure is schizophrenic? And may or may not run a cult (it's complicated).

I have a friend that I've been getting closer with because we became roommates and she opened up about stuff and I did too, but after living together (2 other roommates too) for a few months she finally told me she doesn't like if I mention anything about my past and that she finds my life disturbing and extremely uncomfortable.

This happened after a series of miscommunication where I thought she wanted me to elaborate and she just would stare at me?? And she said that staring apparently is concern?? She also greatly misunderstood me coming out as ace (she talks a ton about her sexuality. She has little filter) and ended up comparing me to Jeffrey Dahmer because of it -_-

We've come to an "agreement" where I just w6ont mention anything personal or my life but she still overshare a ton. I know my experiences are pretty extreme compared to a life without trauma, but it sucks to have confirmation that I just.. can't talk to anyone about anything in my life because it's too disturbing or sad. So many things talk about having a support network but I literally cannot have one because even a tiny bit of stuff is too much and if I think I'm close to someone and try to talk (asking if they're okay with it first) they end up distancing from me because of it.

Is it bad that it kinda hurts? Like I guess sometimes it sucks being reminded that I'll never have actual friends (not acquaintances) or family or anything that other people seem to have. I know I should just accept that because of who I am and my life circumstances I'll never have a support network of any kind or even long lasting friends, but sometimes I'm not very good at accepting that.

I know ""everyone deserves family"" but with my life my experiences are so vastly different that i struggle to relate with anyone and no one has ever related to me, or wants to.

I also can't afford a therapist or anything. My job is online and because I graduated early (all online) there's no easy way of making friends either. I feel like I squandered any chance at making friends growing up because I focused too much on surviving.

Hi anon,

This sounds complicated and I’m sad for you.

First of all, you’re absolutely allowed to feel hurt. And if I can just be blunt, your roommate is being shitty. While it’s valid to have boundaries, I’m not a fan of when people make things unequal to that extreme.

It’s complicated because people are allowed to have boundaries, but try and be mindful that these don’t end up leaving the relationship “unfair”.

My friend and I were talking about this the other day where she knew someone who had hard boundaries and always looked out for herself and wouldn’t inconvenience herself for anyone. Not romantic partners, best friends or anyone. Which is super valid and her choice but the problem is she expected everyone else to go above and beyond for her. I think at that point, things become unfair. And that’s a similar impression to what I get here.

I struggle with making friends. I always have. Both my last two relationships were people I met online. (On Tumblr actually). And my friend of 12 years I just met for the first time in person last week (I met her on FanFiction.net originally and she got me into tumblr). What I’m trying to say is that I’ve been able to have fulfilling friendships online and found it easier to find people with similar interests. Before I met my friend of 12 years, I still found our friendship fulfilling and something I loved about my life. I also have a couple other online friends that I enjoy having relationships with. We send dog pics, and offer support.

It’s not easy, and some people end up disappointing, but I do think it’s possible to make friends.

It is allowed to hurt. And you are allowed to grieve for what you don’t have. You’re allowed to feel these things. These feelings are so valid. And I’m definitely not trying to tell you what to do but I don’t think it’s hopeless.

Could you try finding a support group online? Or even just a space to talk about your interests to meet other like minded people?

#nightingale anon #i'm sorry #this was in my drafts #apparently i was second guessing my response #april answers #tw cult #tw murder mention #tw foster care

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beezonia · 2 months

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When Marion met Oritel

A little, Winx: The Magic Retold fic!

[not really any warnings just a bit of awkwardness]

You’d think she’d be able to control her magic better then this. She was the Crown Princess of Domino for dragons sake, Marion should be excelling above her peers!

Yet she’s not, the teen can’t really figure out why and it’s annoying her.

Alfea had brought most of her doubts to life and it hurt Marion to see that she fully didn’t believe in herself.

That’s why she’s alone, extra morning training so the fairy can finally get stronger. But actually she’s not alone, Marion can feel someone else’s presence in the back of her mind.

She chooses to ignore it because, why should she acknowledge it if they aren’t a threat to her.

The targets are set in front of her, all she has to do is set them on fire and some slow progress will be made.

So Marion continues to breathe in and out, concentrating her magic so it comes out in small bursts. The bright orange flames weave in and out of each other, slowly but surely reaching their target.

What she fails to consider is the sound of footsteps nearing her, another teen up at the early hours of dawn.

“Hello?”

Marion physically jumps, the large flames bursting from her hands towards the voice.

SHIT

The teen watches as the boy barely manages to dodge the burning flame.

He’s alive at least.

“I’m really sorry about that, didn’t mean to startle you.”

He’s scratching the back of his head, a sheepish smile on his face.

“It’s not your fault. I should have better control of my magic.”

A pause, Marion turns back towards the targets not wanting to dwell on the fact she nearly killed someone.

Gosh, Luna would have a field day with this if she had been there.

“You’re the Crown Princess of Domino, are you not?”

Her eyes narrow. She hates it when people stated the obvious, but at least he wasn’t treating her like glass.

“Yes. Now I’d rather you leave before I hurt you again.”

The boy sighs, he’s contemplating annoying her even more or just giving up. Most usually just give up, not wanting to deal with her cold attitude.

“I’m Oritel, it’s nice to meet you!”

Before Marion can stop it she realises there’s a small but visible smile on her face.

Which should not be there at all, yet she still humours him by introducing herself.

“Marion, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

Another, longer pause.

Marion goes back to channelling her magic and ignoring Oritel like her life depends on it. But wait, wasn’t he one of the Red Fountain students who were visiting?

Marion was sure she had seen him before when the fairies last visited.

“You’re a Specialist?”

Another pause, Ortiel seems to be trying to figure out what to say.

“Training to be one.”

Ahh yes now Marion remembers where she had seen him before!

He was the youngest son of the Steinhold family, a prominent name in the Domino royal court.

Marion remembers seeing him a few times at the council meetings her mother had forced her to sit in.

Another Dominon, how nice. Maybe she’d finally be able to talk to someone about her homeland for once!

The girl had just let Luna do all the talking about Solaria most of the time.

It’s silence that follows, Oritel watches intently as her flames weaves in and out of each other, reaching it’s target in record speed.

They do end up chatting every now and again, Oritel overshares about his Specialist friends whilst Marion just listens.

What else would you expect, they were teenagers for dragons sake.

“It was nice talking to you, I should get back to the dorm though the boys will be waiting for me!”

The Princess turns back to face him, while she was quite annoyed that Oritel had distracted her from practice, Marion had forgotten about her woes due to this.

She was extremely thankful that he had stumbled upon her when he did.

Marion would have gone into her usual cold state if not.

“Likewise, enjoy the rest of your stay here. Maybe you’d like to join me again?”

A wolffish grin appears on his face. He’s happy? Oh, was he just like the rest vying for her attention just for power? Or was Oritel a decent human being?

“I’d love to! Maybe you can show me some of your fairy tricks or something?”

Marion laughs, oh this was going to be fun!

“I’ll be here same time tomorrow, see you then.”

She waves him off, turning towards the northern entrance.

That’s how Marion met Oritel.

#this was really rushed #but i hope you guys like it #winx club #winx club rewrite #winx: the magic retold #winx marion #winx oritel

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lewmagoo · 1 year

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Sorry if this is too personal but I remember you saying you went to a Christian college. What was the experience like? Only reason I ask is because I’m writing a paper about religious institutions. Ignore this if you want :)

i feel a rant coming on. forgive me for the oversharing that's about to happen.

so here's the thing. i grew up in church. a christian environment was all i'd ever known, so going to a christian college just felt like the right, and safest, decision for me. all things considered, the college i went to wasn't as bad as other, more strict christian colleges (e.g., hyles anderson college. look that one up, bc it's a damn doozy), but it was still extremely conservative and rule driven.

it's the place where i started questioning my beliefs for the first time. a lot of things felt very cult-y there, such as, having to go to chapel every single day and we would all stand at a bell tone that happened at the same time everyday, and sing a hymn called the doxology. there are very strict dress standards, which wasn't a problem for me because again, i was used to it after growing up in church. my problem was with the administration, and i'll tell you why.

during my first two semesters there, two very close family members died. i had to go home on two different instances for funerals. the first time i went home they were very accommodating and worked with me. the next one i had to leave for, they made me feel like i was an inconvenience for having to leave. the dean i talked to was more concerned about my studies and me staying on track for midterms than she was about me having to go home to mourn a literal death. it seemed like an annoyance to her to have to excuse all my absences, as if i had purposely arranged for someone to die so i could get out of school. i remember leaving that meeting in tears and calling my mom sobbing over it.

next was the way their counselors handled things. during my second year there i was deep in the throes of depression. worse than i'd ever been before. i had a professor who had, on several occasions, humiliated me in class. and it was math, my struggle subject, so the way he treated me made it 100x worse. and i couldn't drop it bc he was the only one who taught that specific section and it was a prereq for my major. and to top it all off, during that time, i was subjected to a very traumatic event that deeply fucked me up. so i decided to go to one of the campus counselors because i was at the end of my rope. it was a mistake, because she gave me no tools to help myself with. she basically told me i just needed to pray more, and she quoted bible verses and told me to read god's word. and that was one of my last straws.

i decided i was leaving the school after that semester. and it was the best decision i ever made. my mental health has greatly improved since then. i will never go back.

apologies if this wasn't the answer you were looking for. if you want a more streamlined answer please dm me lol

#asks #religious trauma

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yeispo · 6 months

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hi so (not-so) quick life update since i've been completely disappeared on here.

i was good, i had quite a good time this couple years and i thought maybe everything was finally falling in place. i moved schools to study arts which made me extremely happy last year and at least one of my goals was being accomplished. i made new friends and met new people.

and then i started talking to someone. and he is the best thing that's ever happened to me. he left almost two months ago, and i'm usually really quick to get over people, but it's been hard. he felt like the one. i've been with people throughout my life and i never thought love could mean so much and i still think of him every single day and i don't think i'm ever going to love someone as much as i love him.

but anyways. that's really the only big thing that's been happening in my life. i've been pretty much rotting away in my room finding different things to entertain myself with so my thoughts don't consume me. and i should be studying for tomorrow's exam rn.

sorry for the oversharing, this has always been my safe place so i felt like explaining a little bit in case i start posting sad shit. and also it helps to talk about it. love u all.

#if there's anyone reading this #might have to go back to my old hobbies #i was so much happier

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inkykeiji · 9 months

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you dont have to reply to this if this is too personal a question! but would you consider your childhood + upbringing more toxic than others? my dad also has addictions along with a mental health diagnoses and its hard to talk about it to people, even my friends, who think addiction is like the show Euphoria (this show on hbo) but like some parts of youre writing is like a mirror image of situations ive been in with my family! it just feels real reading your stuff in an amazing way

tw: trauma + clari overshares!

absolutely, 100%. my father was and still is extremely abusive on top of all of his other issues, and my mother also has a severe mental illness. my house was constant turmoil and i used to cry when the school day would end because i didn’t want to go home. it was extremely unstable and i grew up walking on eggshells trying not to trigger one or both of my parents, as well as acted as an emotional punching bag often. i had to do things and witness things no child should ever have to go through, and i cannot express to you how utterly alone i felt, growing up in a small town where it seemed as though everyone else had these wonderful home lives and loving parents and just an overall great childhood. none of my friends understood anything and for a long time, when i was very young, i couldn’t figure out why everything was so much worse at my house than it was for anyone else around me.

so i totally and completely understand where you’re coming from. it’s really rough and it feels incredibly isolating. even now, i don’t have any in real life friends who can understand even in the slightest what i had to go through as a child, and while they’re fantastic listeners and so sweet and so sympathetic, they cannot and will never get it (and i’m glad about that obv! i’d never wish what i went through as a kid on anyone). please know that you are not at all alone in feeling like no one else can truly understand.

i’m so happy and so grateful that i have this little community where i can share some of my work and provide comfort or catharsis or whatever they need etc for people like me, whether they experienced trauma as children or as adults or both. that’s so so special to me and it genuinely means the whole world to me <3 it makes me feel less alone and it brings me a ton of comfort!! so thank you for sharing this with me!!! i’m so sorry you’ve had to go through similar experiences :(( we did and do deserve so so so much better.

i am sending you bunches and bunches of love anon!!! <333 please take good care of yourself <3

#yeah it sucked so bad #also omg do you ever like #get triggered or overly upset when people are all ‘oh i wish i could go back to my childhood’ or reminisce about it?????#i hate feeling so fucking bitter about it because again i would never wish it upon anyone #but i guess i just mourn and weep for the little girl i was #i’m upset she didn’t get the happy childhood she deserved #i’m upset she was taken advantage of #i’m upset she suffered *so much*#my therapist says it’s good to mourn the childhood i never had so #i try to do that hahaha #definitely think it contributes at least a lil to my uhhhh childlike tendencies #not that anyone needs childhood trauma to justify that of course #people of all ages are allowed to enjoy cute stuff like stuffies etc and anyone who tells you otherwise is an asshole #buT ANYWAY #i’m rambling now hehe #the point is: you are not alone #i know how tough it is and how incredibly difficult it feels #and i’m sorry you’re feeling so isolated #but please just know you are not alone #i am giving u a biiiig hug!!!!#please enjoy ur night bb n drink some water!! stay safe!!!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #clari overshares

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blazehedgehog · 1 year

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I am a little worried for your financial situation. it seems like times are tough for you and have been for a while, you tweet a lot about how eg you can't afford a $20 video game. is there a reason you don't seem to be considering getting like a part time job while you work on youtube? I know this must be obvious but I don't see you addressing it. sorry for the personal question.

I appreciate that you care about me, but you're already making a lot of implications to even pose this question like this.

Unfortunately for you, this is a subject I would consider to be too personal and not open for discussion on this blog. I think you can look around and pretty clearly see I'm not exactly wasting what money I do have. I've never had much money and I'd like to think I understand the value of a dollar more than some.

I'm doing my best to make sure I don't waste what money I have so that I can continue to live my life. It's less "I don't have $20 for pizza tower in my account right now" and more "I need to be smart with how I spend my money." I mean, my Steam account is 18 years old and I have 1500 registered games. It looks extremely cool and I will play it some day but I personally have zero FOMO. I can probably name 20 other games I already own that I could be playing (or finishing) right now.

I am also taking steps to better myself, and I have also put applications out there and never even got so much as a "thanks, we'll keep you on file." I advise you not to make assumptions based on what you cannot see. A lot of places are downsizing right now bracing for a recession that may or may not be coming.

People have gotten real weird and judgy with me over topics like this in the past and for that reason I will not be entertaining further messages on this subject. I know I can overshare on this blog sometimes, but I've also had some real snide reactions to this kind of talk in the past from ugly people with sympathy problems. I'm not looking for a repeat performance.

In fact, I've been getting a lot of weirdly overly-friendly, judgy, too-personal questions from anons as of late. Some of you need to check your relationship to me because I've been getting too many people thinking they can slide any random bullshit in to my ask box like you're anything besides a grey dot with sunglasses.

You do not know me as well as you think you do and I DEFINITELY don't know ANYTHING about you.

And if you're anxious about my finances, how do you think I feel? But it is my life. Not yours.

Again, I appreciate that there are people out there who care about my well being, but what you've done here is the equivalent of telling a chronically depressed person "you should smile more." It's not like I can just snap my fingers and fix all of this. Wouldn't I have already done that?

I don't know what you thought asking me this would accomplish.

#questions #Anonymous

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