#if I had money I'd buy them in a heartbeat

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TASTE OF SHAME

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Part three

Warnings: Dark!Thomas Shelby, manipulation, abuse, non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, violence

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I'm absolutely the worst. Another part coming in shortly

A/N2: COMMENT AND REBLOG PLEASE!

Y/N woke up feeling different than usual. The deep sense of looking forward to something was exciting. Was.. new. Y/N knew it was perhaps one of Tommy's games and not a gesture of kindness in any way, but the idea of going shopping with Ada was nevertheless exciting.

She woke up early, got appropriately dressed, and secretly hoped she wouldn't see him this day at all. It was supposed to be about her. Just today.

Only a bit before eight she went downstairs, slowly looking around to find out whether Mr. Shelby was still home or not. The Arrow house was awfully quiet, like always when Charlie was still sleeping. He wasn't a loud child, but his precious giggles were warming up the overall cold and soulless building enough to breathe some life into it. He was making it sufferable to live in.

Y/N was quiet, mindful not to wake him up as she smiled at the staff, nodding kindly while passing by. Hearing voices from the living room, she made her way through the doorways only to see Ada along with her husband, Freddie.

”Good morning, Y/N” The older woman said with a smile as soon as she saw her. The questioning glance followed after the greeting which made her chuckle. Before she could say something, her man spoke up himself.

”He would never let the two of you go on your own. It was either me or John and Arthur, so trust me, Lady. It's a better choice as it is!” Freddie spoke with an amusing drama and thick Brummy accent, making his wife swat him in the shoulder jokingly.

”He's not wrong” She admitted, sighing, and glancing sideways at her husband.

Y/N nodded lightly, smiling at the genuine contact between the two of them. It was refreshing and.. comforting, to see a glimpse of real love in the hollow walls of the Arrow House.

”It's okay. I don't mind at all” She reassured, gratefully. Her cheeks were rosy with excitement. ”I really appreciate the two of you taking me to the city. It's been... A while.”

Ada winked at Y/N before coming up closer and grasping her hands.

”Lovely then. I'd never say no to shopping with one of the ladies! It's the best time. Especially that we have a set of hands to carry our bags, indeed!”

They chuckled lightheartedly, walking to the corridor to put on their jackets along with the rest of proper clothing. Luckily, the day was nice enough to not need an umbrella.

”Let's get to it then” Y/N said as Freddie opened the door, gesturing for them to go first. Leaving the building, Y/N managed to spare one last glance towards the black, wooden door barely visible from the doorway. Mr. Shelby's office.

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The day was going well. Genuinely, for the first time in a long time she could honestly say it. Laughing out the tension which has been slowly gathering on her mind felt wonderful and the company of Ada and Freddie just reminded her how much she missed the careless giggles and fast heartbeat she used to feel back then.

Back when she wasn't someone's belonging. A selfish whim.

Buying all the gear was fun, trying it on and posing even more. Especially once they were done, and Ada suggested buying more clothes.

”We shouldn't,” Y/N said quietly, grabbing Ada's forearm lightly. The older woman rolled her eyes, narrowing them.

”Come on, Y/N. We're spending his money. The least he can do is pay for us!” She let out a laugh which held the mischievous hint, one she shared with all of their brothers. No matter how similar or different Shelby siblings were, they all had it.

She thought for a moment, feeling the unpleasant worry again. Her feelings were raw and visible in her eyes, fully on display as always.

”I don't know,” She said, quietly, stopping in her tracks. Ada picked up on the way her voice broke just a little bit. Moving closer she grasped her shoulders.

”I mean it. Plus, he literally GAVE me money to pay for our stuff.” She was convinced. ”Tommy is my brother, Y/N. He knows me well enough to know better than assuming I'd buy just the necessities.” Y/N shifted uncomfortably, searching in her gaze for the truthfulness to sooth her own anxiety. Looking in Ada's blood irises, she found it. But she wasn't sure just yet. ”...and Thomas loves everything about horses ever since he was a little boy. He's well aware of how much the gear would cost, honey. Yet he gave us way more.” This time her voice carried less humour, wanting to give her the comfort she needed along with reassurance.

Finally, Y/N nodded slowly, looking around and noticing that Freddie gave them some space to talk, stepping aside to smoke a cigarette yet paying attention enough to keep them safe.

Her gaze danced along the shops with bright and bold letters above the entrances, designed to encourage wealthy women to come in and spend their money. Eventually she met her friend's blue eyes again.

”Okay” She agreed, letting out a chuckle as Ada clapped happily before grabbing her hand and pulling them towards the luxury shop.

”Here we come!” She squealed and Freddie just shook his head with amusement, following them closely.

It took about half an hour to get her going. At first it was the Shelby sister who twirled between the alleys in the fairly big shop, touching and gasping over the beautiful creations. All kinds of materials, hundreds of breathtaking colours with even more breathtaking cash tags attached to them made Y/N feel uneasy, but with time... Ada's enthusiasm infected her too.

So they both giggled like young girls, trying dresses on, making funny gestures and blushing furiously as they saw themselves in the big mirror.  So unused to such a luxury, Y/N's eyes shone brightly when she saw the girl in her own reflection. So different from the one she used to see a couple long months ago.

”We're absolutely getting this one,” Ada said suddenly, ripping her out of the train of thoughts. Slowly gazing over the creation, Y/N let out a sigh, picking on the cuticles of her fingers. Looking down she swayed lightly, biting her lower lip, but before she managed to speak up, Freddie joined his wife.

”I must agree,” He said, keeping his expression serious before Ada elbowed him in the side lightly. ”You look like a real high class lady now,” He added, less formally with a small smirk, grasping Ada's hand.

Y/N blushed, so unused to any kind of male attention.

”Thank you. I hope he won't be mad.” The other part of the sentence was said quieter, almost to herself, but unfortunately all of them heard.

Plastering a fake smile onto her lips, she went back to change before they checked out, and got on the way as it was already fairly late. Clouds thinned one the sky, letting everyone see the glimpses of sunset kissing the horizon in a manner so dreamy, Y/N couldn’t help the little smile on her lips as she watched the whole scene through the window. Shopping took a bit longer than expected, as Ada planned out the whole day, making them visit all the ladies' favourites in the city centre. After coffee and sweet souvenirs from the local bakery, they took a walk around the better part of Birmingham before heading back. Around fifteen minutes it took, before Freddie was parking the car on the gravelly driveway. Sighing, Y/N looked down at her hands, knowing the great day was pretty much over now that she was here. Slowly, she moved to get out of the car, grabbing a few of the bags as Ada and her husband did the same. 

The Shelby sister noticed the shift in the air as she moved closer to Y/N rubbing her shoulder with a half smile.

“It was a wonderful day, wasn’t it? We need to do it again soon.” She said, before dramatically lowering her tone. “Next time definitely just us, without any of them,” She gestured towards Freddie with a chuckle, taking the edge off a bit as the tension loosened.

Y/N nodded, agreeing immediately as she loved the idea of having a way out every now and then. Wordlessly they walked up the stairs, greeting one of the maids after making the entrance. She took Y/N’s coat, hanging it for her once she realized Mr. and Mrs. Thorne weren’t staying. 

“Once again, thank you for the outing. I’m looking forward to the next time,” The younger woman said with a genuine honesty in her voice, revealing how much it actually meant to her.

“Anytime,” Freddie responded, winking as he grasped Ada’s hand once she hugged Y/N.

“Of course.” She added, turning around as they started walking away before stopping once again, “Oh, and tell Tommy you’re home already, will you?” And with that, they were gone. 

Y/N considered seeking out Tommy right then, but she was tired from the outing and wanted to change into a more comfortable dress to lounge at home. Once in her room, she was increasingly tempted by her soft inviting bed. As soon as she settled in her soft sheets all her new things still in the shopping bags became distant memories, just like the thought of making her way to Mr. Shelby’s office. Exhaustion overtook her tired mind and before she knew it, she fell asleep. 

Hours passed, and on the other side of the house, Thomas was sitting by his desk. A half empty glass of whiskey stood to his left, as he slowly sipped on it with no rush. He lost count of all the paperwork he’d done today and the end was still nowhere to be seen. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes which became tired from all the reading and writing. 

Suddenly the silence of the room got interrupted by quiet footsteps right by the door. Tommy glanced at the clock, realizing how late it already was. Without knocking the door knob turned as the wooden door gave way to a familiar silhouette. 

Y/N rubbed her eyes, as she walked in. Her feet bare against the cold floor which wasn’t too pleasant, yet useful in a way to keep her awake. 

He watched wordlessly, after putting his glasses back on. As she slowly moved from the doorway towards his desk, eventually slumping into the armchair. She avoided his eyes, feeling guilty with the unintentional disobedience.

So the silence stretched into longer seconds as she picked on the hem of her dress. 

“Had fun?” His voice cut the air eventually, seeing how she struggled with finding anything to say. It was hoarse from the lack of talking for many hours, even lower than usual which she found intimidating.

But on the other hand, was there anything about him which wasn’t intimidating to her? The answer was obvious.

“I’m sorry I didn't come right away. We were late, and.. And I was tired. Before I realized it, I was sleeping.” She said quieter, feeling as she was walking on thin ice that might break at any given moment, pulling her into the freezing, cold water. The stillness that never ceased to surround him was terrifying at times. To her, Thomas Shelby was a complete mystery. His way of carrying himself reminded her of a volcano, so still and quiet just to blow up with a never ending stream of force. So the silence was… chaos really. “I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby”

Her voice, so quiet and submissive, danced around his mind. Mixing with the whiskey he drank, twisting and moving in different directions and causing the weird stirring he felt. Something that started becoming familiar, dangerously enough. His lips stretched into a small grimace, not quite enough to become a proper smile. Another thing that made him, him. All the small things she learned to become aware of, cautious and deliberate while slowly walking between the mines in his head. The boundaries that were constantly in motion for any kind of comfort, making it impossible to learn their placement. So she walked through the dark.

“I asked if you had fun, Dove,” 

His voice came out soft, at least softer than expected which almost made her gasp in a way. Her eyes flickered up, meeting his cold gaze. His eyes never seemed to lose the ice, but every now and then the blizzard seemed more gentle. She looked at him for a moment, her eyes wide, moving around his features.

“Yes, it was a.. A great day.”

He leaned forward, moving a bit closer with a sigh. 

“It makes me sad that you don’t listen, Dove.” He started off, making her feel bad. “But I'm willing to forgive you, yeah? You didn’t mean to be bad after all.” His voice was soothing, smooth like butter, to which she nodded eagerly, also leaning forward, subconsciously wanting to please him.

“Yes, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,”

The corner of his mouth twitched again.

“I know you are,” He sighed, letting his gaze drop onto her body. Slowly moving lower till the desk blocked his view on the rest. “You will start coming to my office again. Spending time with Mr. Shelby,” The words would suggest it was a suggestion, but his voice absolutely proved to her it wasn’t one. He told her what would be happening from now on, and she had to listen. Y/N remained quiet for a bit before clearing her throat.

“Okay” She mumbled in her typical manner. His gaze was making her feel almost naked despite the appropriate clothing she wore. Instinctively she covered herself a bit more, almost making him groan.

The little things she was doing. The pink blush dusting her cheeks as she squeezed her thighs together, along with the innocent body language caused the familiar stirring in his core again. Thomas sighed, feeling as his manhood grew in his briefs and skin became hot. Breathing a little deeper, he leaned back. 

Tension in the room thickened as the shame coated her mind at the way he looked at her. 

Getting up abruptly, she moved behind the armchair.

“I will.. Go to sleep. I’ll come to your office tomorrow, I promise.” Y/N stuttered out as she started walking back towards the door. Thomas tilted his head up, watching as her hips swayed as she walked. Letting out a deep breath he nodded, tutting.

“Y/N” He stopped her in a raspy voice, but she didn’t turn around to meet his gaze. “Don’t forget to take your bags from the living room,” Thomas added, picking up the still lit cigarette, as he threw it into the fireplace. She just nodded, twisting the doorknob as she left.

Thomas stared at the dark wood of the door, as his fingers wrapped around the soft material in his pocket. Soft, pink lace.

He could say a lot about Y/N, but he had to admit she had a good taste in the lingerie she bought. 

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[nightmarexdove]

SA victim! Reader × RE8 Chris redfield

Note: Made this honestly for myself, been struggling allot emotionally and mentally and I really just needed to write something to give me comfort. I decided to share this in hopes of giving others struggling with similar situations a comfort as well! :') I do want to apologize if this writing comes off as rude or ignorant in any kind of way, I've mainly used my own experiences to tailor this together but I've tried to use universal language to make it feel more personal to the reader. I hope you guys enjoy 💞

The day you opened up to him about your assault or rape was when you were having a particularly bad day in your head, you were having flashbacks of that very moment that ruined you for the rest of your life. Your depression, anger and confusion hit you like a train. You didn't want to be around anyone, not even the man who was trying so hard that day to get you to open up about what was getting you so down. But for whatever the reason maybe, you just couldn't. He worked during what felt like, every damn day of the week, he had enough on his plate. Plus, fear and apprehension was keeping you radio silent the longest. What if he just rolled his eyes, laughed and didn't believe you? Then what? Your relationship wouldn't be the same or just wouldnt exist anymore at all so you thought anyways. Chris would leave you in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

"Baby no- I'm sorry, I can for a fact guarantee you are talking out your ass right now. It's written all over your face."

You could imagine him, you could imagine him saying those very words and right there and then everything you've built with him over the years would fall apart in mere seconds.

I could imagine that in reality, he'd be always ready to talk no matter what or how he's feeling. Because right now, he could matter less. trying to offer you comfort in the forms of snacks, blankets hugs and kisses.

What alarmed him was when you'd force yourself out of his embrace, when you'd stay away from the comforts that you may have typically enjoyed.

He'd be worried sick alright, calling Claire for advice on how he could better help you and maybe get a idea of what your silent struggles where about lately.

You'd sit with him after a few days, and he'd listen face to face with you ears eyes and thoughts all devoted to you, his angel.

"Oh hun...I'm so so sorry, I should have been less pushy. I'm so sorry."

He'd whisper in a quiet, softer voice. Letting you throw yourself at him for a tight hug, all he could feel was- hurt. He felt hurt seeing you hurt, especially THIS hurt. He may not be able to fully understand your pain, but he empathizes and wants nothing more than to take care of you in any way he could.

You want a bubble bath? Say less, your his number one priority.

Takeout from your favorite place, he's getting something from there too.

Or if you just want to vent about it, if you just need his undying attention then so be it.

He'd listen to you all day, keeping you wrapped in his enormous arms safe against his chest and safe in the four walls of your shared space.

"You are so so strong sweetheart, so brave and stronger than you think. I'd say, your stronger than me and my men, your safe here and I'll make sure it stays like that. If you ever need to talk, you know you'll have me, whatever you need."

He'd reassure you in that warm voice of his, like honey his words fell from his lips if you needed to cry or already crying, He'd keep you held close against him, letting you get everything out.

If you needed sometime in therapy, Chris would search for the best place money could buy. He wanted you to feel well, to feel cared and loved and thought about.

I could imagine him to be a VERY patient man, if you were having a flashback that day or just very upset and angry he'd understand and let you express your needs. Weather through writing them down gesturing, or just out right telling him. He'll let you decide and be right with you to support your health and mind.

If there were certain things that especially reminded you of the time, Chris would ask you to either tell him or write it down so that way he'll know to not bring it up or bring a said object near you just to give an example.

If you liked to draw, paint or bake or just chill and watch movies. He'd definetly do these activities with you whenever he's available, he'd definitely check in with you more than previously either texting calling or just asking in person. He knows this is a very delicate moment and time for you, so he'll keep tabs on you 24/7.

When he's away and on duty for work, I can imagine him going to Leon and asking if he could find for him any Intel on your abuser. And during his time away from home, he'd make it his personal mission to find and take care of the waste of air who hurt his precious sunshine.

[frankmillerturnonyourlocation]

💐 not sure which characters- go wild

[Henry] All right, first one!

[Connor] I call dibs.

[Elfilin] No, no dibs! He didn't specify, so we can all answer, can't we?

~💐: If you saw this thing in the store, you would instantly buy it for (S/I)! What is the thing?~

[Elfilin] ...If the Waddle Dee Café ever decides to sell chocolate cakes, I'd buy that for them in a heartbeat! They've been asking for a while now. I think the manager is actually starting to consider it.

[Saturn Girl] There's a book Emerson is really going to like. I don't know where they get it from. I think it would be nice if I could get it for them... I don't have a lot of money, though.

[Connor] Aww, kid, that's sweet. Makes mine kinda dumb. They need a new backpack– they keep complaining about how it's not big enough. I was waitin' for the holidays, to be honest.

[Saturn Girl] Is that dumb? It sounds like a good idea. And you sound happy about it.

[Connor] Aah, somebody else go.

[Tim] Is your guys' Emerson into Pokémon cards? Do you guys even have Pokémon cards?

[Henry] I'm like 90% sure we have something kind of-sort of like Pokémon cards.

[Tim] I grab a booster pack any time I see one. My dad had my old binder from when I was a kid, so when I moved in with him– well, Em loves to go through them with me. They don't know where their collection ended up, so, y'know, we're building one back up.

[Henry] ...I'm trying so hard to imagine my Emerson collecting trading cards. They might be into it? They're into like, surprisingly kiddish stuff sometimes. Like, okay, scented markers was the first thing I thought of, you know? Those big thick ones with the squeaky caps?

[Connor] Ha, totally, that's a good one. That's a really good one.

[Saturn Girl] Princess, what about you?

[Aurora] This question is about... gifts for Emerson, is that right?

[Henry] Right. Just like, a little thing, a normal thing, from the store. Though, um, okay, a store is like–

[Tim] –a merchant?

[Aurora] Oh! Emerson loves the fruits the merchants bring in. Have you ever seen a pomegranate? It's a bit like an apple, but the insides– well, it's full of these very strange seeds, and Emerson and I, we had such a time figuring out how to eat one. We tucked ourselves away in a little quiet room and stained our fingers and clothes and– that was very nice. I'd like to have another one soon.

[Saturn Girl] That's a good answer. Pomegranates are very good.

[marilynthornhilllover]

Don't be shy little one pt 4 : final

Gwendoline christie x fem! Fan reader

Warning: fluff, angst, comfort, hurting, pillow fight,crying, indecent language, heart break, sad ending, divorce, flashbacks, memories.

A/n: Don't cry just enjoy :) :(

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You remember it all. The way your heart ached, the way your life changed in a heartbeat.

You remember the love she gaved you:

You and gwen laid in bed naked. You were already falling asleep. Her hand rubbed small circles on your back as she kissed your forehead.

" I love you y/n " she whispered pulling your sleeping body closer to her.

" beyond stars" were the last words you were able to catch as sleep killed you.

The way she always protected you:

A paparazzi grabbed your hand and tossed you around to face him. You whinced in pain.

" just one picture mrs.christie please" he shouted grabbing your arm again.

" let go of me" you shouted, you voice broke, showing that you were scared and hurt. Something that made Gwen's heart ache.

" she said let go you idiot" gwen said as she punched the guy in the face.

There was so much white noise going on. You covered your ears like a kid as you watched gwen beat up the guy brutally making, his colleagues run away.

Gwen held you firmly and walk you out of the airport. After you were out safe she lectured her bodyguards for not paying better attention to you.

" thank you" you said hugging her tightly.

" of course my little angel, I'll do anything to protect you. I wasn't gonna let that asshole touch you like that, never in a million years will I let someone abuse you like that baby" she whispered as she coverd your face in kisses.

The way she was never had a problem with spending money on you:

" hey gwen" you called out, from the shoe isle.

" yeah?" You heard her faintly respond.

" can you come here please" you replied softly, gwen almost melted at your baby voice. She came into the isle and slowly approached you.

" I wanted theses moon boots but look at the price" you said sadly, gwen bent down a little and took a look at the white paper that had the price of the shoes written on it.

Price: 3,000

" what color do you want baby?" She asked standing back up straight.

You looked at her with confusion.

" I wanted 2 actually a white and maybe red" you said, but the price, the damn price.

" put them in the cart" she said looking at some leather jackets.

" you'd actually buy then for me?" You asked slightly shocked.

She turned to face you again. She placed a soft kiss on your lip.

" I'd buy you then world if it was possible, my princess" she said nodding at you, you quickly remembered that shoes and picked them up.

On the drive home you couldn't stop looking at her and smiling.

" you know i can feel you staring at me right?" She asked slightly chuckling.

You smiled softly at her.

" who did I get so lucky?" She smiled and took her eyes off the road for a second to look at you. You had heart shaped eyes.

" I should be the one asking that question y/n" she said kissing your cheek.

The way she was always worried about you:

All you heard was this massive explosion. You spring awoke and rubbed your eyes.

You looked at the sight before you.

Gwen had broke down the bedroom door.

You looked at the clock on the wall.

2am.

She had just came off set from acting.

" what the actual fuck gwen we just got this house" you shouted, your voice all raspy and cute from sleep.

" I'm so sorry babe, it's just that I've been calling you and you didn't pick up, I thought something bad had happened" she spoke softly, clearly scared.

You picked up your phone from the dresser and checked your call logs.

67 missed calls

17 voice mails

2 missed FaceTime calls

10 unread messages

You smiled softly and placed your phone back down on to charge.

" I'm fine, didn't know my wife worked for the FBI, how many kicks did it take?" You asked as she crawled onto the bed to hug you.

" 1" she said, you giggled. She pulled you closer to her chest and kissed your forehead.

" and i'd do it again" she whispered.

" yeah I don't think so ms. hulk, do you know how much it will take to fix back that door" you said, snuggling closer to her.

Soon you fell asleep again. And you felt safe.

Gwen was your everything, your safe place, your home, your companion, your comfort, your sunshine, your success, your friend, your wife she meant the world to you.

You remembered when you first met her. You were just a young fan at one of her red carpet events who just wanted their favorite celebrity to sign their autograph.

But she saw something special in you. You were the first person in 24 years to actually understand her.

You still remember the day gwen asked you to be her girlfriend. In Paris at a very fancy restaurant called " la Gabriel"

And then day she asked to be her wife at the Maldives.

She always made you feel special and loved something you never felt.

Gwen and you had an unbreakable bond.

That was until you both announced your relationship on social media, things went downhill.

Your marriage went south and no matter how many times you both tried to save it. Nothing seemed to work.

Gwen was always at work, busy with work. You didn't slaughter her for that because so were you.

You both always argued over stupid stuff.

She truly loved you and so did you.

You both were planning to have a family together but life had other plans.

The day that broke you the most was the day you and gwen got divorced, well sign your divorce papers.

You couldn't look at her. You felt guilty.

You've been crying for days. Your eyes were puffy, you were always sniffing.

You were a sun glasses to hide your tears but gwen saw right through your fake barrier.

" y/l/n it's time to sign the papers then gwen" the lawyer said. You took off the glasses and took in a deep breath and let out a shaky one.

Your eyes met her gaze.

Right then and there every good moment you both had with each other came flooding back.

You fell to the floor and broke down.

" I- I can't I'm sorry" you mumbled, as you sniffed. You sobbed and sobbed.

How could you divorce the only person that loved you. Truly loved you...

" I- I withdraw" you whimpered, as you dry your tears.

" Well gwendoline what's your response?" The lawyer asked. Gwendoline couldn't take her eyes off you.

She stayed silent. Her heart broke into a million pieces.

She wanted to hug you so bad. She hated seeing you sad. It made her heart break.

You both were given a month to figure things out then come back in and sign the papers. That's if gwen also withdraws.

What ever both your fates may be. Your heart will go on.......

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

I’m sure jungkook already had ideas about this going in, but I can’t help thinking about how much better all of the rappers in bts are compared to Jack Harlow and central cee. It says a lot about who gets elevated in the music industry. Like jungkook was so spoiled with rap line 😭 I wonder if it’s something he noted. Tbh, and I don’t know if this makes sense considering how much more recognized they are, but being a western pop star doesn’t seem like all it’s cracked up to be success-wise. There are a lot of people that make music that’s played heavily on the radio and heavily listened to, like kid laroi maybe, but idk if I’ve ever met a kid laroi ‘fan’ or if people really go to his concerts or physically buy his albums. Most likely he’s taking pennies from Spotify, and that’s probably what most of them do if they’re not Taylor swift. K-pop fan engagement is a different beast bc the fan culture is very much about actively engaging with the artists - going to concerts and buying albums and hyping them. You’ll more directly receive the love from your fans, which boosts you up more. Since most people aren’t going to be successful in either industry, I think I’d rather be in kpop since it might feel more rewarding in the moment

Yeah, the BTS rap line is infinitely superior to Central Cee and Jack Harlow - from flow to lyrics to looks to charm lmao.

It's true that success in the West a lot of times seems to mean people knowing who you are because they heard of you or heard one or two of your songs on the radio and not even by choice. Those artists make money from ads, performances, their label, but may not really have that many real fans. The Kid Laroi is famous, everyone in a given age group knows who he is, but he probably wouldn't fill a stadium in a heartbeat like Jungkook would, no matter how big the stadium. Even in a market like Europe, where The Kid Laroi is way more mainstream, Jungkook would still sell out any stadium over him, even if all the seats were filled with foreigners who flew in to see him. It's a bit unfair that, despite this reality, Jungkook will probably never be mainstream the way a lot of American artists are.

But American artists make a lot more money than kpop artists, work less in general, and often have more creative control and personal freedom. I wouldn't say that it's better to be a kpop artist. If you think The Kid Laroi is being paid pennies, than how much do you think most idols make? And he's just starting out. There's also a question of trainee debt, harsh beauty standards that male pop artists at least can probably evade, a grueling workload, less creative and personal freedom in general, etc. It's one thing to be BTS and another thing to be anyone else. Even Exo are all leaving SM and they're at the top of the industry. The pop industry is also exploitative, full of controlling executives, and ugly inside out, but I'd be willing to bet it gives artists more opportunities in the future. Music wise, I'd rather be an idol, and agree that the bond idols and fans share is much more interesting than what Western artists and their fans have, but I doubt that, as far as personal happiness and fulfillment go, being an American artist, pop or not, is less fulfilling than being an idol. Plenty of American artists have really solid fanbases and It opens a lot more doors too.

I don't know, both industries suck for sure.

Thanks for the ask!

[blkkizzat]

Greetings from the Valley. Sorry I haven't been around this week. I had surgery, and then fires happened, so...penny lou. Ya girl got her waist snatched just a lil...nothing ridiculous just a Lil something. And I'm thinking about entering a late bimbo era. Why cause I need a Nanami that'll take care of me while I'm pretty and do things I like. I'd say a Geto but I ain't tryna be in a cult....so...Nanami

Nanami 100% was not expecting to want you. He's always been under the assumption that he'd love a super intellectual woman, but you work for a fashion brand that pays you mostly so you can go on vacation wearing their stuff.

You got transfered to Japan recently. You speak the language (mostly) but Nanami speaks fluent English so when you fuck up he's happy to correct you.

He starts by taking you out to friendly lunches. You're new to the area. You don't know the culture (you sound a little silly sometimes, so what). Then you bring him to a company dinner and all night this man is feeding you. Non-stop. There are a dozen really cute local models and business hotties there and he is only feeding you. With his chopsticks. And because you're constantly handed drinks, you've both got a good buzz on when you leave. He walks you home anyway cause "it's dangerous out here"

He does not leave your apartment.

This man is inside you almost as fast as you two are inside your apartment. You haven't even taken off your clothes yet. By the end of the night, you can't walk. You've had 4 glasses of water just to rehydrate. Nanami's head is buried in your neck and you have to admit...dick was bomb.

Nanami keeps coming over on the weekends and he for damn sure is not clocking in overtime anymore this man is at. your house. Then at some point your at his house every night for like 3 months. He's picking you up from work. You damn near forgot you had an apartment. He took your key and suddenly your clothes were just at his place. No discussing. You cannot pinpoint when you started living with this man. And y'all not even a couple forreal. Cause that's another thing y'all didn't discuss. Is he your man? Maybe. Do y'all go together real bad? Yes. Is he your boyfriend? Ew no. Can anyone else have his dick? Only if they wanna get cut.

The relationship makes no sense but it's perfect. He takes care of you. Your bills are paid. All your money goes toward is buying yourself nice things. You're dicked down on the regular. And he's about 3-4 seconds away from putting his baby in you.

This alternate timeline brought to you by- 🧠 with a new waist.

🧠 nonnyy omg are you by the fires? i hope things clear up soon. stay safe! but im jellyyyy omg i want a mini bbl with 360 lipo badd, i know i don't need it but haha if i had an extra $15k lying around jfsbdfhvjksfbhjv. i wanna go to this guy in houston tho he be having girls looking snatched! but omg i just watched this rotten mango video about "ghost" doctors and had no idea and now it scares me a bit to go to someone super popular.

LMFAOOO i totally see both nanami and geto being the type where after night 1 they've totally slowly transitioning you into a deep 3 year relationship and your only 3 months in. Ahhh I would let them too. Also im internally screaming at bimbo!reader being super drunk and having a good time and nanami feeding her with chopsticks and lightly hovering.

I'd have his baby in a HEARTBEAT!!

[clinicallyinvisible]

J used to show me houses for sale all the time. We talked a lot about buying a place because our rental was tiny and caused a lot of issues between us from the lack of space. But the houses he showed me were always in locations we were not going to move to and/or way out of budget. He never actually had any intentions of buying a place for us. He didn't like being the breadwinner. He didn't like having to pay more than me because I made less than half what he did. He wanted me to make an equal 50/50 contribution into our life together, but didn't understand that that meant I would have literally nothing leftover while he still had lots. That was typical in our relationship. I spent every cent I had on shared expenses and had nothing left for myself. That's part of what made it so hard to leave in the end. I couldn't save money because all of it was going into our expenses, while he had 40k in his bank account. I was paycheque to paycheque and he was comfortably middle class. My PARTNER. Not my roommate. Not my friend. My fucking partner whom I lived with. My partner whom I had been living with for over 6 years and had helped with his business multiple times while not asking for anything in return. But god forbid I do ask for absolutely anything. I was met with resentment. And he wonders why I was so unhappy. He was so BLINDSIDED when I left and I still can't grasp how. I tried communicating to him countless times that I was unhappy and why. He never made any effort to help me. He didn't WANT to help me. He wanted me to seamlessly fit into his life and he didn't want to make any changes to himself or what he wanted to do so that I could have anything I wanted.

In the end I was forced to reach out to my parents, from whom I have been estranged, to ask for money so I could get out. It sucks that I had to do that because my parents stress me the fuck out all the time and I do not like them, but getting away from J was starting to feel desperate. I had to. I couldn't keep it up anymore.

And now I have G, who is a wonderful man and I am SO glad to have found him. I adore the shit out of him. And I have my own house, which is insane and awesome. Even tho I am financially screwed unless I get this job I have an interview for tomorrow that pays twice what I make now.

It just makes me so mad, everything that went on with J. The longer I am away, the more I realize how fucked that relationship was. The more I realize I WAS being abused and taken advantage of and taken for granted. Every man I have dated has taken me for granted. So far G is the only one that hasn't. And I really hope it stays that way because I'd marry this one. Like in a heartbeat.

[olderthannetfic]

I'm gonna say it. I fucking hate "legal readers" with all my fucking heart, soul and body. All of them can step on legos thrice a row and cry about it.

You see, sometimes consuming whatever entertainment media in Spanish is a fucking pain in the ass, because foreign corporations take their really long time to bring to us, Spanish speakers (specially LATAM ones, fuck Europe), that entertainment media we want to read/watch/listen to. So we of fucking course have to go with the method that all gringuitos in Twitter hate and moan and cry about: piracy. I'll be more specific: fan traslations of manhua. Sorry "legal readers" (I'm totally fucking using this way to call 'em as derogatory), but we read that shit illegally. But I'll be fair, they're aren't always gringos. Sometimes they're latinoamericanes too with really USA-poisoned brain.

You see, a month ago or so BiliBili made a public recruitment for Eng to Esp translators. When we saw this, we teared up with fucking joy. Finally! We can read in our language, in the App/Website! We can support our fave authors and illustrators! But most importantly, we won't depend of shitty business as Seven Seas! We, fans, can and will do the job we love to do because we love manhua! Joy, pure fucking joy.

That, until BiliBili just yesterday (or two days ago) realesed the Spanish version. Legal readers apparently were stupid enough to ignore the fact that since the beginning BiliBili was hiring fan traslators and fans in general for the job and when they saw that a lot of people and groups (like GreyHands, they made a great fucking job translating MDZS to Spanish, I'll be forever grateful) that did those illegal translations were NOW doing it LEGAL, they started a war.

"How DARE BiliBili to NORMALIZE illegal translations??? How DARE BiliBili to give job to those horrible bad BAD people who MAKE authors SUFFER when they translate illegally???? How DARE they to make the illegal legal????". They wanted to boycott BiliBili Comics for THIS. They started doxxing and harassing the people that now are working to translate manhua to Spanish (specially one specific person who said that they translation will be also uploaded to TMO [the MangaDex for Spanish speakers] besides BiliBili). But y'all want to know the best part? Those damn legal readers fuckers went to KOREAN authors and cried over this. Why? I think that even God doesn't know the answer, but the Korean authors also started the dumb as fuck discourse about this saying as well "how DARE BiliBili do this????".

Like. My good pendejos imbéciles, can y'all hide better your classism? Please? As a nice suggestion.

Piracy is the only option when corporations ignore your fucking existence until you start being loud enough for 'em to care. And sometimes is the only option when the corporations now know your existence but are absolute GARBAGE and want to abuse and do a really poor job. We LATAM, as a whole continent, are very poor. Things that bring us joy are expensive, we have to fucking survive but we still have the DAMN RIGHT to enjoy WHATEVER we want. And this includes manhua, donghua and danmei novels. And is also true for whatever people in whatever country that is poor. But those legal readers just HATE the fact that we can still ENJOY things. They hate that we can enjoy manhua in our very own language for free. I don't care what you pay, good for you that you can do that and you'll still have money to eat and pay rent and do other things, that's your problem. Good for you, truly. But this isn't everyones life. Why y'all legal readers hate the fact that FANS are working free for FANS to bring 'em joy? If I had enough money to survive AND buy things legally (implying that corporations treat the authors good and they don't steal absolutely anything from 'em) I'd do it in a heartbeat. Without doubt. But I can't, because I don't have that money but I have the right to be happy for a few minutes/hours. (And please don't fucking start the "Local Library Discourse" in the notes because I'll throw legos at y'all who do because gringos love every damn time to bring this up even tho you could be talking about a total different and unrelated subject.)

I'd hate to hate the fact that other people can enjoy things and be happy and find a job when they're poor or when they just want to be nice to poor fans.

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People are quite dumb about piracy. They believe corporations' crying about how every illegal watch/listen is a lost sale, but it never is, even in rich countries.

[honestlydude--idk]

The College Gain

Ch.1

Pairing: Austin (oc) x Kell (oc)

Summary:

Austin has been mysteriously gaining worrying amounts of weight since entering college. After hitting 300 pounds, he tries to go to class.

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Austin rubbed his belly as he walked into the dorm washroom, already bothered by the chafing of his thighs.

Austin stood on the scale for a moment, stepping off when he heard a beep, he looked down. 300. 300 pounds.

How was that possible?

Austin had been a tall, fit and lean 140 pounds when he first came to college. It had only been about a year, and now, at 20 years old, Austin is 300 pounds. He had no idea how it happened! He hadn't been eating differently, he still walked to class everyday (even though that was getting more and more difficult), and before he hit 260 about a month ago he had been going to the gym as regularly as he had since he turned 16.

His roommate, Kell, told him I was probably just because of the college life, it was draining, they didn't have alot of money for healthy foods and alot of it was probably just stress weight. Austin thought the weight was supposed to go away once the stress left, but apparently not. It stuck to him like glue. Dripping off of him in large rolls that only continued to get larger.

He had a double chin now, it was just beginning to show, but I was constantly there now. His cheeks were always a bright pink, he was exhausted from hauling around his blubber all day. This much weight this fast was not normal.

His arms bulged out, forced away from him by his quickly growing tits. His stomach bulged past his chest, soft as ever. You'd never even know Austin had ever had any muscle to him with the way his softness swayed and slapped against itself.

His lower half was his least favourite. It had taken the brunt of the weight, far exceeding his other body parts, feminizing him on a humiliating way. His ass was larger than any chair the college had, he had no choice but to sit in the ones with no arms, but that caused his ass to droop over the edges. His thighs tenderly touched in the middle, constantly rubbing and quickly splitting the seams of every pair of jeans he bought. He soon gave up, buying sweatpants 3 sizes bigger than needed every time he shopped, knowing he'd fill them out sooner or later.

It seemed today was that day.

He pulled them over his knees, only to be met with resistance half way up his thighs. His thigh rolls had gotten thicker, ass flabbier. Already out of breath, Austin began to wiggle his body slowly inside of the pants, and finally, after 2 minutes of his belly swaying like a pendulum, he got them up.

He sat down, or rather flopped, on the bed beside him. He was winded. He would definitely be late for class I'd he didn't get a move on. He placed a thick hand onto his chest, trying to slow his heartbeat.

The biggest shirt he had was still tight, and today it was even worse. The shirt clung to ever roll he had, accentuating his belly button, the rest of his apron couldn't be contained, however, falling over his waistband in a delicious muffin top shape.

The sleeves felt like they were cutting off his circulation, but, trying his best to ignore it, Austin threw a sweater on top, only to find it didn't really come close to zipping. Great. He battled with his shoes for another 5 minutes before finally beginning the trek to class.

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Kell walked slightly ahead, trying his best to keep pace with Austin. But he was so slow now it was getting difficult to do so, Austin could tell. He hid his face in his warm, camo green scarf, not only trying to get a little warmer, but also to hide his heavy breathing.

"Anyway, that's what Jason said, so, you're invited too, obviously," Kell continued on talking, but, try as he might, Austin just couldn't pay attention. His shirt was unbearably tight, rubbing across his nipples just right, the combination of the cold and the chafing made them both hard as pebbles.

He felt it in his thighs too, while he was mostly chilly in the autumn air, his thighs were on fire. Burning from the long walk and from the much too tight sweatpants. He tried his best to cover it up, but he was very flushed and bothered. He was sure he'd be standing at full attention if his belly werent in the way.

Arriving to class, (only slightly late, lucky for them) Austin began to make his way to the back, where he always sat, away from the prying eyes of his classmates. It rarely ever worked. The girls in the class gawked at him every time. They couldn't believe he was still getting bigger. I mean, he has to realize he huge, right? He should just put the food down, right? He was so hot when he first got here! Long, curly blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. Cheekbones and a wonderful jawline. His features had been covered in multiple layers of pudge now. He wasn't just fat at this point, and it would be concerning if it wasn't so funny to watch him struggle into class every week.

"Watch it, lardass," A boy beside him said sternly as Austin's ass almost knocked his books off the table. "Sorry," Austin muttered quietly, shuffling to his desk a bit faster.

He approached his chair, and today, it looked startlingly small. He braced himself against the edge of his desk, trying his best to lower himself slowly and carefully onto the shitty plastic. When he felt his cheeks touch the chair, he eased up, slowly leaning back, and.

Nope.

This couldn't be happening.

First, he heard a creak, then a crack, then he felt unstable, and then the entire class went quiet as his blubbery ass hit the floor.

For a second, there was silence. Then a chuckle, then raucous laughter. Austin's fat cheeks heated up, burning red hot as he was laughed at. He didn't dare move. He made eye contact with Kell. He gave Austin a look of pity

This couldn't be happening to him.

[always-andromeda]

Hope all is well over in MedaLand!! ❤️❤️

As for an ask: What kinds of things do you collect? Is there anything you want to start collecting/wish you could but don’t have the money/time/space to do so?

All is going somewhat alright in MedaLand, thank you for asking, darling!! Hope everything is going alright with you!! 🥺✨

If I had the money...I would collect so much merchandise for The Last of Us. Like people on Etsy reproduce the trading cards and collectible documents from the games and if I had infinite money, I'd buy literally all of them. Would I have a practical use for them? Absolutely not. But if I could submerge myself into the universe where a mutant virus has taken over the world and Abigail Anderson could choke me out?? I would do it in a heartbeat xx

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Aussie Currency Guide [Part 1 - Coins]

Have an aussie character, or sending your character downunder for a fic? Are you coming for a holiday and our weird monopoly money and coins are confusing?

If you want some currency continuity, then here's a little info on our money system. It's pretty self-explanatory, but the bills have been changed recently to include a new design, but the amounts are similar.

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Coins

Aussie currency is half coins, half notes. Which is why watching cartoon characters pay for $1/$2 items with a note was so confusing as a child. WTF M8

We have 5 cents, 10 cents, 20 cents, 50 cents, 1 dollar and 2 dollar coins. There was, in the past, 1 and 2 cent coins, before inflation. They are a curiosity now, and cannot be used.

ALL coins have a small portrait of Queen Elizabeth (or the reigning monarch of the time) on the back of them. It will have the year of minting as well. As there has been no musical thrones while I've been alive, I've not come across a different backed coin; but when Elizabeth II passes, new coins will be minted with the next ruler on them.

Now that I think about it, it's a bit weird. But if we had to update the coins everytime we got a new Prime Minister, the minters would flatout quit from exhaustion.

The 2 cent coin has a frill neck lizard on it, they use their frills as a way to threaten potential predators, a real 'stay away or i'll get you' thing. They can technically bite, but of all aus's lizards... I'd prefer to 1v1 this guy than the goana.

The 1 cent coin has a brush-tailed possum on it, google them. 10/10 cute.

Sizes and Shapes

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The smallest coin is 5 cents (as above):

The base coin has a little echidna on it. Some of the coins you see today also have special editions, depending on the year or an event.

5 cents does not buy much, but you can get a small lolly like a ghost drop or heartbeat candy or a single red frog, etc. You can get items that are like, 25cents or 45 cents, etc, but usualy they'e lollies or super 2 x 5 = 10 cents, 4 x 5 = 20 cents, 10 x 5 = 50cents, 20 x 5 = $1, and so on.

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10 cents

Our ten cent coins feature the lyrebird, a beautiful, clever little asshole that has mimicry down to an ARTFORM. It can mimic car alarms, large animal growls, etc.

Used, but not for much as an individual purchase. Lolies or a really cheap op shop item, perhaps. Again, mostly used in conjunction with other small silver coins. 2 x 10 = 20 cents, 5 x 10 cents = 50 cents, 10 x 10 = $1, 20 x 10 = $2, 100 x 10 cents = A good reason for the checkout chick to murder you. Fun fact: most people slip 5 and 10 cent coins into donation boxes for charities or rescues, and you should too. Each small amount helps to build to something bigger.

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20 cents

Our 20 cent coins feature the iconic platypus taking a dip. I used to like tracing the water wirls when I was little. Like, they put effort into making these coin designs.

You can occasionally get the odd little thing for 20 cents, like a lucky dip at an op shop or local markets, etc. If you need 40 cents, 60 cents or 80 cents, this is the coin you prefer, or it gets messy with smaller coins. Also you can see the rage building in a cashier if you hand them $2 in 5 cent coins, etc.

5 x 20 = $1, 10 x 20 = $2, 25 x 20 = $5 (not recommended unless no other choice, your purse will weigh a ton).

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50 cents

Featured is the australian emblem and shield. Featuring the two main animals on our emblem, the kangaroo and the emu. Both creatures that are beautiful and would remove you from the census immediately if possible. Please do not try to pet our wildlife.

This is the most used of the 'silver' coins.

50 cents can buy you a few low tier items, such as a small lolly, a lucky dip, a cheap toy (like out of a cheap vending machine thing), or something small from a cheap store.

2 x 50 = $1, 4 x 50 = $2, 10 x 50 = $5, 20 x 50 = $10, etc.

The 50cent, $1 and $2 are the most often used and changed coins - eg. more likely to have a commemorative design minting.

eg:

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1 dollar

The 1 dollar coin is the lesser but larger of the two 'gold' coins. Technically I believe it depicts a single kangaroo at different stages of jumping, but I also like to imagine it's a whole mob of them all together. They even defined the musculature, noice.

Please do not try to pet a kangaroo or the smaller cousin the wallaby, they will end you.

The dollar coin is easy to understand, 1 x 2 = $2, 1 x 5 = $5, 1 x 10 = $10, etc. Very versatile, more than a few stores that let you have small things like little packs of lollies, cheap toiletries, a can of softdrink, small breakable toys, etc. for $1.

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2 dollars

This is the 2 dollar coin, it features, "the archetype of an Aboriginal Tribal Elder, by Horst Hahne". You can also see the Southern Cross above the Elder, and some native plants in the background.

You can get a surprising amount of items for $2, not a huge amount, but most cheap stores have a lot for $2 - including toys, toiletries, small homeware items, cups, art items, lollies, drinks, etc.

5 x 2 = $10, 10 x 2 = $20, 25 x $2 = $50, 50 x $2 = $100 / immediate murder by a justified minimum-wage employee

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[Part 2 - Notes]

[shaggi]

if i could stop time, i would

info ; eren x reader ; soulmates ; 1.8k

content warning ; end of the world concept, mentions of not really wanting to live lol, gentle angst

Day one. 72 hours until the world ends.

The world is going to shit. I know it is because I can hear the panicked buzz of mothers holding their children close and reassuring them as the news practically burned "we're all going to die" into our heads.

My fingers twitched as they held the dark blue fabric of my jeans. I'm terrified ㅡ as is the rest of the people watching the news ㅡ and it most definitely doesnt help when they plaster a large timer onto the screen counting down our days and hours left on our beloved blue planet.

"We never thought this day would come.. Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the end of the chapter." The words echoed into the back of my mind. 'The end of the chapter'? I havent even really lived my life? I'm only seventeen.. I barely made it to graduation. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs fully before releasing the built up pressure.

Theres a burning sensation on my waterline, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. My hands begin to shake when I think back to all the sleepless nights I spent not enjoying life. I took life for granted ㅡ and now it's going to end in three days. In seventy-two hours, it's all going to go away. That's not enough time to say all the things I didnt have a chance to say.

Wasted opportunities.

Wasted chances that I now no longer have control over.

My legs suddenly feel like spaghetti and walking seems like a foriegn topic to me. I just need to sit down, take a breather.

Who am I kidding. The storm inside me is raging on tonight and my hands have a handful of messy locks.

I catch glimpse of inked red calligraphy spelling out the name 'Eren' that is marked onto the inside of my forearm in small writing just an inch below my wrist. My heart swells with sadness.

The sense of realization settles in, practically telling me to 'let this sink in for a little'. I'm not ever going to get the chance to meet my soulmate. I'll never get the satisfaction of weaving their fingers with mine, to lay on the couch on cold winter nights with blankets drooped over our shoulders. Never get the chance to tell them I love them over and over again, to brush their hair behind their ears, grab them by the smooth skin of theirs and feel the fireworks of pressing my lips against their own.

I wont feel the sweet electricity course through me like people explained would happen when they touched their soulmate for the first time. I've spent seventeen years searching for this perfect person in the happiness of this little town. The universe promised a perfect person, they never promised me to meet them though.

The younger generations were lucky, for they werent born with marks. They werent tied to someone, so they dont have anything to lose other than the fact that they're too young to leave this world.

A crowd begins to pull outside, staring at the sky with both a mix of admiration and fear. The blue sky has begun to turn itself into a peach color. My town's happy vibe has now turned uneasy, scared, unsure.

That day, I walk home slowly when the sky begins to darken, taking the scenery of the autumn leaves disarray upon the concrete sidewalk. If the world is ending in three days, I'm going to make the most of it. Soak it up like a sponge. Do what I should've been doing these past seventeen years and love life for once ㅡ despite all the wrong. Despite the fact that I'll never graduate, and never meet my soulmate. I force myself to disregard the nagging thoughts that tug at my conscious.

I dont think about the fact that I'll never get a chance to buy my first apartment.

I dont think about how I wont be able to wake up every morning to make my significant other breakfast.

And I most certainly dont think about how I'll never be able to take my lovers hand at the alter and say with great pride, "I do."

Day 2. 48 hours until the world ends.

Today, I woke up early. Early enough that the sun still hasn't peaked over the clouds. They say that if you wake up early enough the day takes longer to end.

The aching pain in my chest never seems to cease. I laugh a little bitterly at the calander on the wall, I feel like its mocking me now. A part of me wants to rip the thing to shreds and scream until my throat is raw ㅡ but I said I'd make the best of these last days. So, I push these bitter thoughts from my mind and start up a warm shower.

Seventeen years of not wanting to be alive, and now I only have two days to live until the entire world completely goes to shit. Ironic, isn’t it? Why now am I so angry? The water is warm trickling down my bare body, as my shower thoughts continue treading forward to how I could make life better in less than forty-eight hours.

I walk down a different road today, deciding that routine wasnt necessary when the world is going to end in forty-eight hours. The countdown continues on nearby TVs, the bright white luminous against the dark morning sky.

It makes me feel anxious.

Destruction clouds my mind, but I bite my lip and hold my ground. This situation will not drive me crazy.

The town is a lot quieter than I expected, then again it's only 6 in the morning.

The day carries on just as any other day, the air seems heavier though. It's the night time that brings chaos.

You see, I've been walking around town all day blowing that last little bits of money I have on little things that have no purpose. The sky is the same sunset peach as it was yesterday, only barely hinting at a blue color.

There's a faint noise a few blocks from where I am standing, and at first I chose the ignore it. The yelling got louder and louder until I felt my feet pull like magnets to what was going on.

Chocolate hair, smooth tan skin shining under the soft orange of the sky, handfuls of someones shirt as this mystery man pinned some junky against the rough brick wall. His eyes held a killer glow, practically fuming from the ears. I was going to mind my own business, but then I saw the other strike at the brunette ㅡ and I dont know why, but I stepped in.

A surprise attack, a blow right to the face, maybe a minor bruise on my cheek from when the other decided to attack back ㅡ but soon he left. I turn my gaze back to the brunette who still sits on the floor, palms pressed into the concrete.

"I didnt need your help," he hissed, dusting his hands against the black fabric of his jeans.

"Oh you're welcome for saving your ass, wasnt a problem at all." My hand lifts to my face, pressing onto the bruise and wincing before squatting next to this stranger. "Is it bad? Let me see," The moment my hand makes contact with the others chin I feel the rush of electricity course through me.

Overwhelming is an understatement. Sweet emotions flooded through my mind but I can feel the pounding of fear in my veins, and bittersweet it was. When I retract my hand, I see that he's mirrored the exact expression I have; eyes blown wide, fear in the darks of his pupils.

"Eren..?" trying to keep my voice from cracking seems hard, and it comes out more like a whisper. This situation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Where the hell has he been for seventeen years? Why is he just now showing up?

Eren immediately sprung to his feet, taking a few steps back with no words to say. I snatched at his left arm, pushing the sweaters sleeve up and over his forearm to see my name inked in blue against his paper skin. "So.. you're my soulmate?" I promise I didnt mean to make it sound disappointed ㅡ but in a way, I guess you could say I was.

So many questions raced through my mind; but the biggest question of all was why? Why now of all times we could've met? Why must I be gifted with the worst luck.

Eren isnt a bad person though, and in the few hours we've spent together I can tell you this; His favorite color is red, he lives with his mother and a girl that his family took in when they were very little - who he loves dearly, he can play guitar very well, he looks absolutely adorable with his hair tied up, and that's only the stuff he's told me within the first hour.

Words cannot express how much I wished we could have more time together, but the bright TV clocks continue to remind me that our time is running out.

"There's nothing more I'd rather do than to spend my last moments with you," Eren whispered, golden flecks in his beautiful ocean eyes. His hand was held in mine as the pained expression washed over his face. Somewhere in the conversation led us to this point of heartbreak. We both explained how we wanted nothing more than to meet earlier in life, but apparently the universe had a different plan.

The idea of parting with Eren now just seemed like a waste, and I'd much rather take my dying last breath next to the one I looked for my entire life. Falling in love is easy when you've got nothing to live for.

The walk back to my house is silent, but it's a comfortable silence, and we never seem to let go of each others hands. The house is quiet and dark when we enter.

The rest of the remaining night we have is spent cuddled under the thick blanket of mine, Eren held me close to his chest as we whisper sweet things that wont mean much in a few hours. Chaste kisses are showered over the male as I remind him of how I never stopped searching for him.

He studied my face, moving a strand of hair behind my ear before placing his palm onto my cheek and rubbing his thumb across the smoothness underneath my eye. I could feel my breath begin to shallow and my heart skip a beat. I loved the way his eyes sparkled under my dim-lit room, the way I could feel his heartbeat pulsing from how close we lay where, how steady his breathing was, and how gentle he caressed me.

Its bittersweet, and I never believed in the after life, but with him - maybe, just maybe, we will meet again in the next life.

[cutietobio]

Hey, I just discovered your tumblr and I really love it. I spent a great time reading a lot of your Imagines. Thank you for all this! And I have a request if you don't mind? I'd like to know who are your favorite characters and what are your headcanons about them (be it sfw or nsfw, I can read anything, just tell us what cross your mind)? And if they aren't your favs, would you mind adding Kuroo, Tsukishima, Nishinoya and Oikawa in the list? I really wanna know your hc about them as well. Ty!

Thank you so much for the support, anon! I’m so glad that you like my writings. Also, if I had to make headcanons about my favs, I would be making headcanons for every character, besides maybe Atsumu lmao. So, I’ll be doing headcanons for your requested characters and add in one of my all-time favourite characters that I would date in a heartbeat, Kyoutani :’)

 KUROO

- I can imagine both of you being the party couple in college, throwing the best damn house parties that practically become famous on campus. Both of you are pretty popular, managing to maintain difficult majors all the while getting wasted almost every weekend. During these parties, you’re setting yourselves both up as Kenma’s wingmen. He has no escape from either of you as you point out various people he may like. “Oooh, look. She’s wearing a Dark Souls t-shirt, should I tell her you’re interested?” He tries to sneak away when you’re both occupied but hunting him down is just so easy that he’s actually frightened by your ability to do so.

- You’re definitely there cheering him on during volleyball practice, basically shouting out shameless praises that would make any normal person flustered. Not Kuroo, it just turns him on more and he ditches practice early to fuck you in the boy's shower rooms. This is actually a common occurrence, and the one time ya’ll went at it while almost every shower was occupied.

 TSUKISHIMA

- I can totally see Kei as one of those boyfriends who rolls his eyes when you have ‘tea’ to spill but he’s highkey so into gossiping that the both of you can go on for hours just talking about such irrelevant topics regarding anything from celebrities, opinions and classmates. Your conversations are never dull, and since Kei is so smart, he usually helps you to form better-insighted opinions on various things and you feel better equipped if anyone wants to try you with their bullshit facts. You would send him a message telling him you have tea to spill and he’d immediately reply with “spill it.” 

- When it comes to nsfw, idk why but mutual masturbation comes to mind when I think about Kei. I sense him as the type of person to find it really hot watching you touch yourself and demand you to do different things to your body because he loves the feeling of being in control when he isn’t even touching you. And just when you’re reaching your high, he tells you to stop. You’d better listen to him because I see him as the type of person to serve ‘punishments’ if you don’t. 

 NISHINOYA

- Your life with Noya would be so adventurous, anybody would get lowkey jealous. The two of you are almost never in Japan, deciding to travel the world straight after high school (don’t ask me where you got the funds just accept this gracious gift). You’d go zip-lining in Costa Rica, visit the Kruger National Park in South Africa and go scuba diving in Australia. And so much more! You’d definitely have that map where you scratch out all the countries you’ve been to and hang it up as a staple piece in your house once the two of you settle down to focus on careers and family matters. There’s barely any countries left unscratched, and those that are still blocked out will be visited with your future children one day :’)

- Sex with Nishinoya is pretty goofy, loud and just hot altogether. He would crack a few jokes, make fun of your facial expressions, moan out something absolutely ridiculous which gets you giggling, all while maintaining the mood. He’s super loud, I can imagine the two of you going at it in a hotel room in Indonesia and getting interrupted by angry neighbours yelling at you to shut up. Noya would probably be like, “Uhm, no comprendo,” and you’d hit him on the shoulder. He’s also lowkey into public sex because I’m 100% sure he wouldn’t give up the opportunity to fuck you on the moonlit beach of Bali. 

 OIKAWA

- I always struggle with Oikawa, so this may not be great, but I imagine him proposing to you at Disneyland. He would splurge so much money on a ring for you, and your wedding is going to be one of the most extravagant in comparison to the rest of the characters. He’s actually so good-looking that some girl at Disneyland mistook him for a hired prince that works there and tried pulling a move on him. But he’d ignore her and pull you close and be like, “Yeah, I am, and this is my princess!” Turns out he didn’t even know she was trying to flirt with him so he really just acted out of initial thought and that made your heart swell.

- Oikawa is the type of guy to buy condoms, strawberries and chocolate ten o clock at night and not even blush about it. You’d be sitting in the car feeling embarrassed FOR him. He’d be pretty romantic during sex, and compliment you continuously, which means a lot coming from someone like him who can be pretty vain at times. Would either be sensual and slow or wild and animalistic. Depends on his mood.

 KYOUTANI

- My headcanon is he’s dating me, and I love my feral boyfriend.

- He’s so soft when it comes to you. I imagine his scowl immediately fading at the sound of your voice and watching you talk and rant on about different things while he stares at you with a look of adoration. If anybody interrupts you he’s ready to square up.

- I imagine him to be pretty awkward and flustered during sex, missing your hole as he tries to thrust into you and not knowing much about what he’s doing. You’ll lead him through it and tell him what feels good, lift his head lightly if he’s accidentally using too much teeth on you and moaning his name loudly to encourage him when he does something pleasurable. Once he gets more comfortable he starts using more teeth on purpose, he might like inflicting pain to a minor degree.

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wtgfs | 2.5K words | basically a redo of mag94 with more crying and cuddling | for tma h/c week day 6: cradled

Georgie wraps her braids and changes into her pajamas, feeling—not fear, or apprehension, because that’s not possible, but perhaps, less excitement than usual. She normally doesn’t notice her heartbeat, but tonight, she does. It’s stable, but the fact that she checked in the first place is another bad sign.

“You said you wanted to tell me something,” Melanie says as Georgie gets under her blanket.

Georgie nods slowly, then realizes that Melanie can’t see it. “Yeah. I did.”

“I… I might’ve misread you, but it sounded serious?”

Georgie’s heart continues to beat, slow and steady. “A little.”

“Do you want to start?”

“Sure.”

“Talk away, then.”

“Okay.” Georgie shifts into a more comfortable position, then closes her eyes. “You know how I graduated from uni a year late?”

“Yeahh,” Melanie says, slowly. “You said it was for mental health?”

“Right.” Georgie blows out a breath. “Which was true, definitely, but… that’s not the full story. It’s, well…”

The last time Georgie did this, it was with Jon, the Eye drawing the words out of her like sap from a particularly juicy tree. This time, there’s nothing spurring her forward but her own determination. “Blood from a stone” is a far more apt simile.

“Uh, basically, my first year at Oxford, there was some stuff going down with the med students—or wait, I should probably start by saying I had… a friend named Alex… Or… no… that’s not it, either. God,” Georgie groans. “Why is this so hard?”

“Probably because talking sucks,” Melanie says. Georgie laughs, and Melanie adds, “I could… I could hug you while you told me? If that- Would that help?”

Georgie considers it, thinks about burying her face in the scent of Melanie’s citrus shampoo, so different from the antiseptic and decay of the Oxford medical building, thinks about feeling the strength of Melanie’s arms around her as she whispers out her story. “Yeah. Maybe.”

It takes a lot of shuffling around to get into the right positions, especially since Georgie’s vast collection of pillows include a body-sized one that forms what’s practically a wall between the two of them. Melanie sniffles a little as Georgie moves a few pillows to the nightstand, and Georgie makes a mental note to buy some allergy-friendly/dust-resistant pillowcases soon. Then, there’s getting into the hug. At some point Melanie grabs Georgie’s boob, which is… something to revisit. Eventually, though, they’re settled properly, Melanie’s arms around Georgie’s waist and their legs tangled together.

“Ready to try again?” Melanie asks, in a voice Georgie’s pretty sure is meant to imitate her therapist’s. She appreciates the effort to sound soothing.

“Yeah. Okay. Rewind. So, my first year at Oxford…”

Even with the hug, it’s still not as easy as it was with Jon. With Jon, Georgie was practically in a trance, but here, she has to form every word herself, relive every image. It’s like… if the first time was Georgie walking through a fog-lined street, her boots crunching uncomfortably against the ground, the second time is Georgie walking through the same street, except the fog is gone and it turns out she’d been stepping on bird bones or something equally crunchy and awful the entire time, and every step she takes, Georgie has to watch the bones break under her feet and cane. Not only that, but she cares more about Melanie’s opinion than Jon’s. As she stumbles forward, Georgie forgets details, has to backtrack, and leaves a lot of modifiers dangling in the process.

But in some ways, this is also easier. Easier because the background sounds are Melanie’s breathing and occasional vocal stimming instead of the dead whir of a tape recorder. Easier because the main physical sensation Georgie’s experiencing isn’t her skin prickling from Jon’s intense gaze on her face, but the increasingly firm circles Melanie is rubbing into her neck.

“And… now I’m here,” Georgie finishes, inadequately. “The end. Or, I guess, the End, with a capital E, according to Jon.”

Georgie feels Melanie swallow. Then, “Georgie… you’re saying you lost—”

Georgie had figured that that part would call for more explanation, but luckily, she has an explanation prepared. “My ability to feel fear, I know, not necessarily a bad thing—”

“—your best friend,” Melanie finishes, and Georgie stops breathing. Oh.

“What?”

Melanie shifts against Georgie. “Alex Brooke, right? You said… you said she was your only friend at Oxford, and you said you never saw her again.”

Oh, Georgie thinks again, and feels a swell of love and long-buried grief rise up in her chest, oh.

The first few weeks after she woke up, Georgie had been too numb to even wonder what had happened to Alex. The month after that, she’d tried to call her, three times a day, every day. Then, one day, she’d realized that perhaps she should’ve been checking the newspapers instead of her phone. That night was the first time Georgie’s parents had seen her drunk. They’d looked so afraid—something Georgie would never be able to do again. She’d shouted at them until their concern turned to exasperation and spent the next week in bed biting her nails off.

“I guess I… hadn’t thought about that for a while.”

“I’m so sorry, Georgie,” Melanie says. She means it.

“Thanks,” Georgie whispers, for lack of better things to say, and buries her nose further into Melanie’s hair. Her joints are beginning to protest at her staying in this position for so long, but she keeps holding on. Just a few more minutes.

“Do you…” Melanie starts. “Do you miss her?”

“I…” Georgie clears her throat and tries again. “I don’t know,”

“It’s okay if you don’t,” Melanie says. “ I don’t miss my dad most days, and he died a lot more recently than Alex did.”

“Thanks,” Georgie whispers for the second time that night. “I think… I think about her sometimes, but I don’t know if it’s because I miss her, or because… It’s more like… I used to blame myself for going with her instead of- instead of trying to stop her, or pulling her out as soon as I saw how- how fucked up the situation was. And then I spent a lot of time thinking the opposite, blaming her for not leaving well enough alone. I thought, well, ‘Alex already made her choices, and her choices were bad.’ I wished so badly that my younger self had just… stayed away. Let her friend go to her death alone.”

“And now?”

“Now? After you, and Jon, and… Well, now, I don’t know,” Georgie says, and notices, for the first time, that there’s a lump in her throat and that her eyes are stinging. “I don’t”—and then she starts to cry.

Georgie hears the intake of breath from Melanie when she realizes what’s happening, feels Melanie’s thumb stop moving against her neck and just stay there, pressing into her skin. Georgie feels her own throat, choking out various ugly sounds, hears those sounds tear out of her in the form of sobs and ragged breaths. She thinks she might be getting snot on Melanie’s shirt and hair, but she’s shaking too badly to reach for a tissue to wipe it off.

Alex and Jon and Melanie and Alex. She’d failed Alex, or maybe Alex failed her. She’d let Jon stay in her guest room and watched him waste away, and then she’d practically told him that she wished he was dead and to get out of her flat. Melanie—Melanie had wanted Georgie’s help, and Georgie’s help had happened to be what Melanie needed, and Melanie is here and safe, but just for now, and if Georgie fails Melanie like she’d failed Alex she will be so fucking sad, and if Melanie fails Georgie like Alex had failed Georgie, she will be so fucking sad, and if Melanie ends up in a coma or on the run or if they cross each other’s boundaries too much she will be so fucking sad—

The first thing that cuts through the crying isn’t comfort, but a different pain—an ache in Georgie’s lower back that grows persistently harder to ignore. She groans and turns out of Melanie’s arms, back into starfish position on her side of the bed, and Melanie makes a sound of confusion at the sudden loss.

“I moved, it’s- it’s the arthritis,” Georgie explains between one sob and the next, and Melanie says, “Oh, of course.”

—and if either of them grow resentful of each other, then she will be so fucking sad, and if they have money problems or The Admiral dies she will be so fucking sad, and—

Georgie thinks, dully, that crying on her back is very different from crying on her side. Earlier, Georgie could curl into herself, into Melanie, but now, each of her sobs punches upward into empty air. The closest thing to an embrace she has now is her awareness of the potential weight of the ceiling, hanging seven feet above her, out of reach, just like Alex and Jon and maybe, one day—

“Melanie,” Georgie gasps. “Can you… hold my arm or something?”

“Of course,” Melanie responds immediately. Then, “Um, where exactly is your arm?”

“Uh, if you- if you take your hand and go up a little more—”

“Got it.” Melanie says, moving where Georgie has directed her, and for one beautiful second, all of Georgie’s consciousness narrows down to the warmth of those five fingers curling around her skin. Then, she remembers that she’s lying on her bed crying, and the moment is broken. It’s still better now, though, having something to anchor her, something to remind her that she is more than burning eyes and heaving chest.

It takes a while, but eventually, Georgie begins to calm down, her thoughts and breaths slowing down and her muscles loosening. She fumbles for the tissue box and begins to wipe at her face, then passes a few sheets to Melanie.

“I, uh, snotted on your hair a bit,” she explains. “It might be hard to feel, do you want me to get it?” and Melanie nods.

Once they’re all cleaned up and Georgie has fetched them both a glass of water, Melanie turns to her again.

“Is this…” Melanie starts, then stops. “Is this something you want to talk about more, or something you want to be distracted from?”

“I’m… not sure, actually,” Georgie croaks, wiping at her eyes again to catch any stray saltwater. “I just… I wanted you to hear it; I wasn’t really thinking about afterwards.”

“If I had to guess… That sounds like a distraction thing to me? But… I’m not sure what kind of distraction would make you feel better.”

“Well”—Georgie lets out a wet laugh—“you’re already doing miles better than Jon did, at least.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. To be fair, I didn’t cry when I told him about everything. But all he had to say was something about how he”—she puts on Jon’s posh accent and deepens her voice—“‘couldn’t believe I never told him’ or something.”

“What a wanker,” Melanie says, and unlike the other times she’s insulted Jon this week, there’s actual heat behind it.

“An inconsiderate dickhead,” Georgie agrees. “But,” she admits, “I think I’ve been worse to him.”

“I… I’d say so too,” Melanie replies, but thankfully, she doesn’t push Georgie any further in that direction. Melanie’s fingers flex against Georgie’s arm, a signal that they’ll pick up this thread of conversation later. “Though I still think the real dickhead here is Ms. Trauma Corpse of Medicalville.”

Georgie’s giggle comes out weaker than she expected. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” In her most passable radio announcer voice, Melanie cries, “Melanie hates her! Local medical corpse discovers supernatural method to traumatize her girlfriend. Click here to learn more and/or stab that fucker with a cool knife cane.”

Georgie laughs again, and Melanie continues, this time in a bad American tourist voice. “I visited Trauma Corpse with my family yesterday afternoon, and I have to say, it’s a real piece of shit. The human equivalent of a moldy chunk of cheese, or rice cooked in a saucepan. Zero out of five stars.”

“Would not recommend,” Georgie adds.

“Exactly. And,” Melanie presses on, returning to her normal voice, “what kind of name is ‘Trauma Corpse’ anyway? White people and their ridiculous baby names, seriously!”

This time, Georgie’s laugh is completely genuine. “I agree. It’s disgraceful. Motherfucking ‘Trauma Corpse.’”

“Motherfucking?” Melanie lets out an exaggeratedly affronted gasp. “She fucked your mother, too? A homewrecker on top of everything else? Do Ms. Corpse’s crimes ever end?”

That’s an awful—but distracting—mental image, which was probably the point. “Clearly not.”

Melanie smiles, and then, very slowly and carefully, moves to rest her cheek in Georgie’s palm. Her next words blow warm against Georgie’s wrist. “Seriously, though, Georgie… the evil thing here is The End, and whatever else may have been animating that body. Not you or Alex.”

Georgie lets the sentence linger in the air for a moment. Not Georgie’s fault. Not Alex’s. The thought wraps around her, not quite touching her skin, but warm. Close. Possible.

“Thanks,” Georgie says for the third time that night. She means it.

“God,” Melanie sighs into Georgie’s palm, “I’m not very good at this distraction thing, am I?”

“No, but it’s still helping. A lot, actually.”

“Good,” Melanie says, and chastely kisses Georgie’s wrist.

A slow smile spreads over Georgie’s face at the feeling. Said smile sparks several thoughts that occur to her in quick succession. She considers said thoughts, then performs a quick self-assessment: joints feel better, heart beating steadily, emotions fairly settled except for the part where she is very, very in love.

Finally, after making sure she’s okay one more time, Georgie turns to her side and scoots closer to Melanie. “I’m moving my hand away,” she warns her, and then, “I’m going to press my forehead to yours,” and lastly, “Can I put my hand on your hip? Cool.”

Having gotten into position, Georgie begins to speak, leaning into the Scouse a little bit more because, as she’s learned, Melanie likes it a lot. “Speaking of distracting me… if you really wanted to do that, I have a few suggestions.”

“Oh!” Melanie practically squeaks. Georgie adores her. “Do you mean sex?”

“Yes. I was thinking maybe… you could ride me? If you’d like.”

Even in the dark, Georgie can sense Melanie’s eyebrows rising. “Well… yes, I would like, but… are you okay for it?”

“Hey now,” Georgie says, “just because we’re dating now doesn’t mean we can’t continue to have sex in un-ideal emotional circumstances.” Melanie huffs out a laugh, but Georgie still clarifies, “But yes, I feel good, and I think you’re wonderful, and this isn’t a shitty coping mechanism or anything. Promise.”

“Okay, then,” Melanie says, audibly smiling. “One distraction, coming right up.”

“Emphasis on come—“ Georgie begins, but is cut off rather pleasantly by Melanie’s mouth.

Georgie kisses Melanie back. As she does so, she feels her heart begin to race.

[nightmaresart]

Mc playlist

I got tagged to make a playlist for my mc by @danceworshipper so thank you!

I'll be doing all four of my mcs because I cant just do one and ignore the other three, so the five songs per mc are under the cut

Brooke Atkinson

Boss bitch - Doja Cat

Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you

Wobblin' around in your high heel shoes

I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor

Two for one, you know a bitch buy four

And two left feet, you know I always drop

First thing a girl did was a bop

I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top

Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop

Nails, hair, hips, heels - Todrickhall

Nails, hair, hips, heels, ass fat, lips real

Purse full, big bills, bitch I'm a big deal

Legs, legs, face, eyes, thin waist, thick thighs

You, me, you wish, new phone, who this?

Pussy puss, puss

Give them cunt, cunt, cunt, bitch

Mama yes god when you pop that tongue bitch

This whole club is my runway, run bitch

Y'all five, four, three, twos, I'm a one bitch

Womanizer - Britney Spears

Look at you

Gettin' more than just a re-up

Baby you

Got all the puppets with their strings up

Fakin' like a good one

But I call 'em like I see 'em

I know what you are

What you are, baby

God is a woman - Ariana Grande

You, you love it how I move you

You love it how I touch you

My one, when all is said and done

You'll believe God is a woman

And I, I feel it after midnight

A feelin' that you can't fight

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

Queen - Loren Gray

Cross my heart and hope to die

I don't need another guy

To fight my battles, to overshadow me

Don't ya know I'm dangerous?

Fire burnin' in my blood

I got this handled, I don't need rescuin'

Kai Williams

Hot2touch - Felix Jaehn

My love, it's easy for you

Setting the rules and playing it cool

My heart, like a broken cassette

Echoes in my chest, we're getting close

We're getting close

Play with fire - Sam Tinnesz

Right of passage classic maverick

Match in the gas tank

Ooh that's wretched

Unstoppable legendary animals (mm)

Digital justice

Now you're gonna know us

Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus

Yacht Money wired

No denying

Sway with me - Saweetie

When marimba rhythms starts to play

Dance with me

Make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close

Sway me more

Super bass - Nicky Minaj

Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?

He got that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Alors on danse - Stromae

Alors on chante

Alors on chante

Et puis seulement quand c'est fini

Alors on danse

Keira Jones

Panic room - Au/Ra

Welcome to the panic room

Where all your darkest fears are gonna

Come for you, come for you

Welcome to the panic room

You'll know I wasn't joking

When you see them too, see them too

Arcade - Duncan Laurence

I spent all of the love I've saved

We were always a losing game

Small-town boy in a big arcade

I got addicted to a losing game

Ooh, ooh

All I know, all I know

Loving you is a losing game

You dont own me - SAYGRACE

You don't own me

Don't try to change me in any way

You don't own me

Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay

I don't tell you what to say

I don't tell you what to do

So just let me be myself

That's all I ask of you

Control - Halsey

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

Shatter me - Lindsey Stirling

Somebody shine a light

I'm frozen by the fear in me

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me

So cut me from the line

Dizzy, spinning endlessly

Somebody make me feel alive

And shatter me!

Ryan Seacrest

Show and tell - Melanie Martinez

Show and tell

I'm on display for all you fuckers to see

Show and tell

Harsh words if you don't get a pic with me

Buy and sell (buy and sell me, baby)

Like I'm a product to society

Art don't sell

Unless you fucked every authority

Glitter and gold - Barns Courtney

Do you walk in the valley of kings?

Do you walk in the shadow of men

Who sold their lives to a dream?

Do you ponder the manner of things

In the dark

The dark, the dark, the dark

Wicked ones - DOROTHY

This night ain't for the faint of heart

For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart

This night ain't for the faint of heart

'Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart

Candy man - Christina Aguilera

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night

He really got me working up an appetite

He had tattoos up and down his arm

There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

Bury a friend - Billie Eilish

What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?

What are you wondering? What do you know?

Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?

When we all fall asleep, where do we go?