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relationships that are built on obsession, co-dependency, and the inability to let go, where the line between devotion and destruction is blurred, where one person’s existence revolves around the other, even when it hurts them both. trapping both in a cycle of obsessive need and toxic longing. No matter how much they push each other away, they always find their way back, trapped in an endless cycle of desire, rivalry, and control. they are inescapable, all-consuming, and utterly addictive.

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lesbian pulp fiction from the 1950s

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She is whipped

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cartinelli core

so i’m currently working at a law firm and the other day one of the attorneys was talking to me and he mentioned that he’s “not very confrontational” and i was like you are?? a lawyer???

and he said “yeah but in court there are rules. i can argue with some shmuck in a suit in front of a judge no problem, but when i leave the courthouse and go home i’m not gonna argue with my wife about dinner. there are no rules in our kitchen. i would die.”

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Okay but the thought of Victoria Neuman falling in love with the reader who is a retired ballerina that teaches lessons but is also Zoe's ballet teacher and favorite ballerina before they retired has been bouncing around in my brain.

content: sfw, ballerina reader, fluff piece, short

You only knew her as Zoe's mother. The put together woman in designer suits that picked up her daughter in a black car with a driver that opened the doors for them.

You didn't bother to inquire about what she did for work. Her face was plastered all over the TVs as elections drew near. A lot of your clients were wealthy or famous, bringing their children to you to learn ballet.

You had been a prodigy in it, learning dance moves before you could even form a proper sentence. Your rise to fame and acclaim had been fast, skyrocketing you into the stratosphere before it all came crashing down. Ballet was not easy on the body, especially not on such a young one that was still developing.

It was why you had to retire professionally, only teaching the occasional ballet class if there were enough clients on the roster. Still, you were quite famous and it wasn't odd that many in the upper echelons knew who you were.

What was odd though, was Victoria's interest in you.

You specifically did not stay and chat with parents, knowing they were busy, or wanting to avoid the general superficiality in which these people operated. Victoria always went out of her way to talk to you after class was over, or if she could catch you alone, before class.

Her questions were kind, polite, and yet her eyes were probbing. Undressing you, trying to dive in your mind and understand you. It wasn't the first time you'd seen hunger like this on another's face, her's was merely better guarded. When you had been younger, less broken, many men had wanted you like their own personal doll.

You had never given in. But it had been years since you'd last felt prized, like you weren't an old discarded toy.

Still, you were wary. Carefully dancing around her flirations and inquisitive nature, waiting her out until Zoe's lessons would end for the semester.

With each gradual passing week, you could see Victoria becoming more and more frustrated by her lack of progress. The woman was hell bent on getting closer to you.

"You know, I used to want to be a ballerina too."

You couldn't help but arch an eyebrow in shock. "Really?"

"I was a bit too rooted in my major in college to suddenly switch to it. But I did wonder what it would be like to move with such grace, with such passion as you did." She said, chuckling warmly to herself. "You move your body so well." The last part was said in a slightly lower tone that had your stomach flipping.

"Zoe ended up watching some of your performances and wanted to try ballet too. I couldn't deny her it the same way I denied myself. And now here we are," Victoria said.

"Here we are, " you repeated.

"You should give Zoe private lessons," she said, and you knew what she was angling for. It was all a cover to have you without the distractions of others.

"I don't do private lessons."

"You should. I pay alot," Victoria said, tone turning serious. Her brown eyes were fixated on you and she stepped in closer. You couldn't find it in you to step back. "Think about it." She took out a card from her inner pocket. You took it and she stepped away, going back to her car where Zoe was waiting for her.

You sighed. This looked to be Victoria's private number on the card. You thumbed it thoughtfully and watched as her car pulled away.

Did you dare indulge in the president elect's whims?

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"What's your name, darling?" "Agent."

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Broken | a drabble for helsa week (day 4)

Frozen | Hans x Elsa | Helsa Week, Day 4: It’s complicated | K+ | Co-written with yumi-michiyo

There’s nothing out there—no rank, no expectations, no society—nothing but the salty air and the horizon stretching out beyond sight, beckoning him to the edge of the world.

But she doesn’t understand that; she doesn’t even try to.

Author’s Note: Based on a prompt given by nixreginam: “She’s afraid of the ocean.” (And there’s a second one coming up this week based on the same prompt, because I loved it so much.) 

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The idea of Helsa being canon is so funny to me cuz imagine every Disney princess getting a cute boy with a heart of gold but all Elsa got is neurodivergent Mr. Darcy

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Jennifer's body 🩸

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really sad theres no tobacco in asoiaf so cersei cant do the medieval equivalent of smoking in cars or forcing tommen to wait outside the store while she buys cigarettes or accidentally on purpose blowing smoke in people's faces or littering

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"Elsa reminded him of a deer—timid and easily frightened, with large blue eyes that held pools of sadness."

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Carried him for 9 months only for him to be his father's twin

Look, I cannot live with the knowledge that this meme exist and not draw helsa and Wilhelm, alright?

Does this mean I'm back? Maybe

Anyway see you guys on the next blue moon when I rise back from the dead