#and i'm allowed to stop taking it if i want but if i have to choose rn between the two evils

[heartfullofleeches]

Ride or Die

Yan 🌽star + Stoner Reader

Summary: After a deal gone wrong, you text your roommate for help.

[Mentions of Weed]

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Thursdays are pizza night.

It isn't much in the grander scheme of things, but to Brie it is the domesticity of the relationship blossoming between you. Not exactly just friends, yet still barely pushing the limits of the platonic bond you already shared before moving in. You've kissed him before, allowed him to sleep in your bed- Then again, the "kiss" was a conducting force for a mouthful of smoke you gave fair warning for him to prepare himself for; the night in your room being the outcome of him spitting up a lung moments later.

Brie didn't know what to do anymore.. Continue this little game of cat and mouse, praying somewhere deep down you feel the same way about him. Or move onto someone else, never able to give them the entirety of his heart because he knows a part of it will always belong to you.

"Why can't I cry anywhere else but the produce isle!" Brie bitterly whispers to himself as he swabs the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. Your sweater to be more precise. He'd rather not have a repeat of last week- That sweet lady was only trying to console him, but his face gets red as the tomatoes he used for his sauce crying over what may never be.

Whatever.

As far as Brie was aware, you didn't have a partner nor anyone you were really interested in, and you practically told each other everything. Maybe somewhere along the line, he could find happiness in this in-between stage in your relationship. Even if you weren't his partner, he still had you as a shoulder to cry on and the best roommate he could ask for.

"Get over yourself, Brie- You're going to make them the greasts pizza they've ever had, and if they haven't already fallen in love with you - they'll met someone who's a shitty cook and realize what they're missing!"

Isn't that the dream? These days, it feels like you're the only thought on his mind. He can hear your voice now.

"Brie? Brieeeee~ Pick up or I'll use your full government. Heh, you know I'm messing with you. But, seriously, pick up."

Oh. That's... your ringtone. The message was one of the first voicemails you left him when he purchased a new phone. He's missed plenty of calls from you hearing it out to completion.

"You rang, babe?"

That got a good chuckle out of you the first time. It was a total blunder on Brie's end, but you insisted he keep the nickname if he wanted to. There's no jovial air coming from your end of the line. Not even a snicker as your voice picks up over the silence.

"I need your help."

Never in your years long friendship had he heard you sound so serious before. There were glimpses - swiftly desected by your infections laughter or the change of topic, but never like this.

"I'm, I'm on my way." Brie switches his phone over to his left ear, propping it up with his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself?"

"I think I killed a guy."

The line goes dead.

Brie gazes upwards at the tiled ceiling, phone slipping from his grasp as his thumb hoovers where the end call button once was. He regains his grip on the device as a text message comes in.

Its a picture of the body. Sprawled out with their arms and legs angled in different directions.

He can't catch his breath. Brie has always tried to drill it into your thick skull he'd do anything for you no matter what - and he meant it. Taking someone's life... It's unforgivable in most people's eyes. Especially the law's. If you got caught. If he lost you- What would that mean for him? The future you had together?

Racing through the aisles like a chicken without its head, Brie makes several stops on his way to the cash register. Cleaning, household goods, cutlery. He grabs items as soon as they're checked out and stuffs them into his backpack as he pays, evading his ritual of fishing through his wallet for the exact cash and change.

Brie isn't crazy enough to run red lights. He does, however, forget his seatbeat as he floors his car home; flying just beneath the legal speed limit for the area. He speeds up the tiny flight of stares leading to your apartment - bursting through the already unlocked front door.

"Babe! Baby, in here- I brought bleach, and trash bags, and- and.... These knives should be sharp enough to cut up their limbs- We can even move closer to my parents if we have to!"

Tripping over his own words and feet, Brie dumps the the contents of his backpack on the living room floor. It's then he notices how clean the floor actually is. No blood stains, no evidence of a fight. His eyes search the room, falling upon you in an unbothered state - seated on the couch next to a shivering man nervously sipping from a glass of water.

"Brie!" Standing, you make short work of the distance between you as you swarm Brie with a firm hug. "Missed you, pretty boy. You're back a little sooner than I expected not gonna lie."

Adrenaline depleting, Brie points over your shoulder at the stranger. "I thought he was..."

"He? Oh, right!- Brie, this is Nicky. Nicky, this is Brie. He came to buy some of my stash since his med card just expired and he doesn't like buying full price. Normally I would've done it elsewhere since I don't want to bring strangers into your space, but he's heading out of town once he leaves.... If he still can."

Nicky offers a timid wave to Brie, placing his cup down seconds before collapsing on the couch.

"Don't worry, he should be fine after a little nap."

Air flows freely through Brie's lungs as he clings onto you. You aren't a murderer. There isn't anything jeopardizing things between you- besides himself.

"You're such a jerk."

Pulling away from your embrace, Brie was torn between slapping or kissing you as you grin back at him. "What? Didn't actually think I killed the guy, did you?"

"Yes?! Because of your little prank I wasn't able to get everything I needed for dinner! I was ready to throw my entire life away for you! And it's all just a big joke to you!"

"Thanks, Brie."

Tension building behind his eyes, a soft kiss to his forehead keeps the tears at bay just a little longer.

"It's nice to have someone I can depend on for anything. That's rare to come by these days. If you're ever in the same situation, but for real- you know who to call."

Sniffling, Brie rests his head on your arm.

"You're damn right I do."

[muwapsturniolo]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒆 💫 Nick sturniolo (m! reader)

"i-i made a mistake, please, please just..."

✘ angst, i can't lie i had trouble writing this so I'm sorry that it isn't that good😭 i promise i will do nick justice next time, angst isn't my strongest genre.

It's dark in the bedroom, the only light being the moonbeams cascading down and illuminating a figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

He couldn't sleep, his mind toying with him and replaying his happiest moments that he took for granted and ruined - He felt guilty.

A soft shuffling is heard, his whole body tensing and his throat constricting. He slowly turns his head, his eyes landing on his sleeping wife.

She was a beautiful girl, she had a good heart and tended to forgive people too easily....and yet he found himself hating her

He knew it was wrong, the girl never did anything to harm him or make his life a living hell - He did that all on his own.

He was the reason he hates his life, not the woman he calls his wife.

He clenches his fists and faces forward, his eyes beginning to burn from the salty tears forming. He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath, his hands coming to his face as he rests his elbows on his knees.

"God, what is wrong with me..." He questions himself softly, the tears now running down his face.

He knew if anyone saw him they would think he was pathetic.

What kind of man sits on the edge of his bed in the middle of the night, head in hands as he cries next to his wife, all because he wishes he was with a boy?

A silent sob escapes his mouth as he recalls all the memories with him.

The day they met, the first time they hung out, the first time they got drunk, their first kiss, the endless nights of fooling around - He missed it, he craved it.

He couldn't believe he gave that all up to be nothing more than a husband in a picture-perfect American family.

He could hear Nick's voice as he replayed that day in his head.

"You can go and kiss 100 fucking girls Y/n, you can drink all you want and try to forget the feelings you have for me, but that doesn't erase the fact that you're gay!"

"I'm not gay Nick! I don't have feelings for you! This was a mistake o-A mistake? A mistake is spilling your coffee on your shirt when you're in a rush, not telling me you only want me to call you baby as your dick is shoved down my throat!"

The two males stare at each other, their breathing harsh as they try to come to terms with the end of their beginning.

Y/n sighs and allows his body to relax, "Nick...I'm sorry, ok? I-I...I'm sorry."

"Yeah well when you wake up regretting this choice, just know I told you so."

I told you so...

He was right.

He regrets everything.

His gold band glimmers softly in the moonlight, a reminder that he’s bound to a marriage that he doesn't even want.

He couldn't take it anymore

Without a second thought, he rips the band off, setting it on the nightstand and jumping up. He’s quick to change out of his pajamas, stumbling out of the house as he makes his way to the car.

His heart thumps loudly in his ears, his breathing erratic as he swings out of the driveway, heading towards his destination.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the infamous bar "Pink Cadillac." It was mainly known for being an LGBT+ bar, a place where people of different genders and sexualities could be with their own, and feel safe.

He hadn't stepped foot in this bar since that night, attempting to erase all the memories and a part of himself.

he sits in the car with sweaty palms, staring up at the neon sign as he debates going in.

he knew it was too late to back out, he already left her and his ring at home - He didn't have a choice anymore.

He climbs out of the car and slowly makes his way inside, the interior of the bar starting to look and feel familiar. He finds himself smiling as he sees pictures plastered on the wall from 7 years ago, recognizing the faces of his old acquaintances. He stops when he comes across a picture of him and Nick, the two of them smiling as they were crowned the kings of the "Pink Cadillac Prom".

He remembers that night as if it was yesterday, but he doesn't have enough time to dive into his memories due to someone approaching him.

"Look at what the cat dragged in! Long time no see Y/n"

He turns around and smiles softly seeing the familiar face of Damon. he was dressed up, makeup covering his face and his neon green wig laid to perfection.

"Damon...hey," Damon gives him a quick up and down before crossing his arms. "Didn't think I would see your face here ever again after that night..."

The smile on Y/n's face falters, his eyes now cast downward as he feels an ache in his chest. Damon sighs and drops his arms, pulling Y/n towards the bar.

"Whiskey coke?"

Y/n chuckles dryly, nodding his head as he sits at the bar. Damon whips up the drink before sliding it over to the male, Y/n taking a long sip before sighing. The two sit and talk, catching up on the years of missed events and laughing with each other over old memories.

It wasn't long before Damon finally questioned him, "What are you doing here Y/n?"

"I...I need to see Nick..."

Damon sighs and places his hands on the bar, "Y/n I don't think that's a good idea.... It was 7 years ago, you need to forget it, you're married!" Y/n shakes his head, refusing to give up.

"I-I'm not married anymore."

A lie.

A big fat lie.

He was still married to her, but he planned to get a divorce after tonight.

"I-Is Nick here?"

Damon stares at him for a moment before nodding, "he is, but Y/n I don't think you sh-Where is he?" Y/n cuts him off, eager to see his long-lost lover. He notices the tense look on Damon's face and finds himself begging.

"Damon, please... I messed up, I-I need to apologize and tell him I'm sorry.”

“He’s on the patio…”

Y/n has never moved so fast in his life, maneuvering through the bodies of dancing couples and heading straight towards the patio exit.

He makes it outside, his eyes darting around before they land on him,

Nick.

It was like a scene out of a movie, the fluorescent lights shining on Nick's face as he laughed loudly with his friends, unaware of the person walking up to him and prepared to spill their heart out.

"so I told hi-Nick?"

The shorter boy whips around at the familiar voice, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

he goes to answer but stops seeing Nick's friends looking at him, "Can we talk...In privet?"

Nick scoffs and sets his drink down, "No, I don't want to talk to yo-Nick please...?" Nick stares at him for a moment before sighing and standing up from the table. He walks off, motioning for Y/n to follow.

The two boys stand off to the side of the patio, hidden from the curious eyes and in their own world.

"Speak, what did you want to talk about?"

Nick's dismissive tone was expected, Y/n had hurt him. However, Y/n couldn't help but be hurt himself.

"I... I miss you."

Nick chuckles and shakes his head, " Nick please! Just hear me out! I'm sorry ok? I fucked up, I fucked up big time, I know that. I-I hurt you and I'm so so sorry."

Nick can see how distraught the man is, the bags under his eyes evident and the tone of his voice proving such, but Nick doesn't feel bad at all.

He felt smug.

He knew Y/n would come crawling back, claiming he was sorry and crying because he knew he was lying to everyone and himself when he claimed he was straight and getting married to a girl.

"I hate to say it, but I told you so," Nick states, his arms crossed right across his chest. Y/n couldn't even be mad at the words thrown in his face, he knew Nick was right.

"I-I know. You were right, you are right. I-I was struggling Nick, I-I'm-" He struggles to find the right words to express his feelings and thoughts.

"I'm sorry...What we had wasn't a mistake. I did - No I do, have feelings for you. I was just scared Nick, it was one thing to be gay in private with our friends here, but it was another for me to be gay in public, and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for being a coward and lying to you and myself-" Y/n moves closer toward Nick, slowly trapping him between his chest and the pink-painted bricks of the club.

"-B-but I can handle it now, I-I want to try again...I want to try us again." Nick begins to look uncomfortable, the words and closeness of Y/n being too much. Nick gently pushes him away, his mouth dry as he tries to speak.

"Y/n...."

The taller male could already feel the tears forming in his eyes, he knew by the way Nick pushed him back and said his name that he was being turned down. He shakes his head, pleading softly with Nick as he holds his arms tightly.

"Nick please"

"Y/n let go..."

"Please just give me a chance!"

"Let go!"

"I-I made a mistake, I just-"

"I'M ENGAGED !"

Silence stands between the two, Nick looking away awkwardly as Y/n feels the bile rise in his throat. He's lying, he has to be lying. There's no way he was engaged...Right?

"W-what?"

Nick holds up his hand, "I'm engaged Y/n.... "

he looks at the shiny diamond ring, the ring reminding him of the one currently on his nightstand.

"D-don't say that...D-don't marry him, please!"

Now Nick was angry.

How dare Y/n show up and expect him to forgive him right away and live happily ever after. How dare he demand that he not go through with the marriage.

"That's rich coming from you! You're a fucking hypocrite Y/n, you left me to get married to a girl! A girl! Now you're telling me not to get married to the person who helped put me back together after you broke me?! Fuck you!"

"I'm not married to he- I don't fucking care Y/n!" Nick shouts. He sighs and removes his glasses, rubbing over his face in annoyance.

"Look... I'm happy now Y/n, I actually love myself now to not keep up with your bullshit. You coming here was a mistake....Go home."

Y/n swallows harshly as Nick's words hit him harshly.

He was right once again, this was a mistake.

"I-I...should go...Sorry for bothering you...'' He whispers softly, slowly backing up before turning around and starting to walk away. Nick's voice calling out for him makes him stop, hope filling in his chest.

"I'm glad you finally stopped lying to yourself...I hope you find the love you deserve...Good luck, babe."

Y/n smiles faintly despite feeling like shit. With a heavy heart, he leaves the bar, his whole body feeling numb as he drives back home.

He silently walks through the door and throws his keys back in the bowl, dragging his feet against the carpet as he enters the bedroom.

She's still sleeping.

He strips himself of his clothes and slides the gold band back on his finger. As he climbs into the bed, she awakens, her eyes fluttering open softly.

"Babe? Where did you go?" She questions.

"Needed some water...Sorry for waking you." He lies effortlessly. She hums and curls into his body, missing the grimace on his face due to the darkness of the bedroom.

"I love you," she mutters as she begins to go back to sleep.

"Yeah...Love you too...."

Another lie.

[anotherapollokid]

No but I swear, all those people hating on him for even breathing the wrong way. Let the dude live, he has talent but even the most talented people would stress and not do well under that much hate. Everything he says is taken out of context :

"It was luck not talent" Wasn't about whether Max is talented or not but about the free pit stop he got during the red flag, something Lando has said multiple times. It's not about Max, it's about the rules. He took a gamble because no red flag was announced, because it took them so long he lost a lot of positions and was able to fight back on some of them but we've all seen how erratic this weekend was. The last thing Lando wanted was to end up in a wall because he drove recklessly under rain.

"He needs to change his driving style." Because if you look at the rules the FIA is supposed to apply a lot of things Max does aren't really legal. He is an amazing driver, he put the shitbox the Red Bull is this year compared to last year from p17 to p1 and finished a race with a 20 second penalty as if nothing happened. But if you look in Austria : he was zigzaging in front of Lando which is very dangerous and not allowed. But he did that because otherwise he couldn't keep Lando behind him and even ended up putting him in a wall. In Austin Lando got a penalty that wasn't fair, I've looked at the footage from every angle possible and Max is out of the racing lines when he's supposed to let a car's length because Lando was slightly ahead but because he can't accept that he pushed him wide and Lando got a five second penalty. The next week in Mexico Max did the same thing twice in a row and other FIA agents looked at it and said it wasn't fair. I'm not saying that 10 seconds each time was necessary but those kinds of rules exist for a reason.

I'm prepared for the hate but I want to let you all know that I'm not saying Max is a bad driver, it's just that he's driving recklessly and endangering other drivers by doing that. The same thing goes for every driver, if they're in Formula One there is a reason. They are 20 of the most talented drivers out there (maybe not Stroll but that's another debate) and they are athletes. Most of those interviews are done in the heat of the moment and they have so much adrenaline and other hormones running through their veins that it is hard to think clearly. But for some reason you love to hate on Lando for that. Although it is like Lewis when he was winning people were saying he was arrogant and didn't deserve it, that it was only the car, same goes for Schumacher and others before them. Hell even Max until this year was hated on for winning. But Lando is being hated on for being open about mental health and how the pressure they are under has been affecting him, he's not the first to go on the record about that and yet he's the one taking all the hate for it because he's just that good.

- Love <3

I'm just gonna say this:

I hope your favorite driver(s) NEVER has to endure the treatment that Lando has received for simply *existing*. It's honestly heartbreaking that people think this behavior is okay.

Maybe I'm an outlier, but hate towards ANY driver is wrong.

We need to do better.

[illalwaysbealoserforlove]

You should be sitting on my cock right now.

Your body laying back against me, trying not to move but so desperately wanting to.

You wanted my cock and I'm gaming, so I gave you what you wanted.

But you're not allowed to move, you have to wait until I'm ready to fuck you.

I can feel you dripping down my shaft, I'm trying to keep focused but I can't with your squirming and tiny whimpers against my ear.

I bet it feels like torture, being so filled with my cock and yet not being able to do anything about it.

Aw my poor baby, if you weren't such a desperate fucking slut we wouldn't be like this right now hm?

Oh look you're getting wetter, of course you are.. Your dumb little cunt can't help but gush at my patronising tone, you fucking love it don't you?

I'm losing control now, you can feel me twitching inside of you and you just keep trying to grind against me, I'm not even trying to stop you at this point.

I toss the controller beside us and push my hand between your legs, using my thumb to rub over the hood of your clit to tease you, immediately I feel your legs squeeze my hand, you whimper loudly and I grin, kissing your neck softly.

Oh what? You can't handle it now?

I'll spread your legs and spank your clit gently.

Don't fucking move bitch.

Now you're getting tighter fuck, I start to rub directly over your clit gently as I wrap my other arm around your waist and start to thrust up, slow and deep just to tease you.

God you feel so fucking good around me... And I know you're close, I can fucking feel it.

I want you to cum for me... I really do...

I want to feel your cunt tighten as you gush all that cum onto my cock, I want to feel it drip down my balls and I want you to clean it up afterward like a good cum slut.

But you're practically begging me to fuck you at this point, and I'll give you that.

I'll stop rubbing your clit and grip your waist, I'll lift you a little before I start to fuck up into you as hard and fast as I can, my balls smacking your clit, your moans are so immediate and high pitched and I'm groaning out before fucking hell you're cumming already

But I'm not exactly gonna stop, you fucking asked for this.

You're the one who wants- no needs, to constantly be filled with cock, or my tongue. You're so fucking needy for your daddy hm?

You're shaking and unable to control your movements, so I tighten my grip on you.

What are you trying to say love?

You- you can't what??

Can't handle it?

Seriously?

.... Tough luck.

I bend you over, your hands hitting the coffee table as I slip back inside and get back to my hard and rough pounding, smacking your ass and making you cum a second time.

Because deep down we both know you can take it, all your no's and stops are just fake aren't they? You're a fucking hole, you know your only use is to be filled with my cock.

I don't stop until I'm about to cum, your hands lose balance and you fall against the table, I laugh at you and it just makes you wetter, you cum one more time before I pull out completely and pull you back by your hair.

Shoving you down to your knees.

Fucking lick my cock, clean it up and make you cum.

Good girl... Fuck...

It doesn't take long until I'm cumming all over your pretty face, smacking your face with my heavy cock and making you thank me for making you cum, for using you.

[revelboo]

ugh the bluestreak one really makes me feel things. I want to protect him and reassure him and be there for him and hold him and just let him be happy and loved 😭

Thank you for writing these fics the always make my day. I'm curious, do you have plans for the stories or do you come up with stuff as you write?

I have a rough idea where I’m going with these, but I’m not sitting down and outlining these by any means 😅

Where I Belong Pt 5

IDW Bluestreak x Reader

• “You can tell me to shut up, I won’t get mad,” he says watching your little legs swing where you’re stretched out on his desk on your belly, a blanket under you. He’s not allowed back on patrol just yet, but he can still work on the never ending supply of reports to be filed away. A boring enough job, but it’s nice to have you there with him. Someone to talk to as he works the datapad with one hand and drapes the other against your shoulders and back so you’re not shivering. You’re always worryingly cold and he likes the contact, the reminder that you’re there. That he’s not alone.

• Eyes closing as a servo presses between your shoulders, rubbing almost absentmindedly, you soak in the warmth of his touch. “You’re not bothering me,” you reassure him again. Because it’s apparent that he’s used to being told to stop talking and that makes you dearly want to slap someone. For being so big, being able to hurt you so easily, he’s shockingly careful with you like he’s afraid of accidentally breaking you. “I like your stories.” And you do, because it’s like he has years worth of anecdotes and stories he’s just been waiting to share. And he gets so excited about them, like a big kid. It’s adorable.

• “I’m sorry again that you can’t leave the Ark,” he mutters, watching from the corner of his optic as you glance at him. “You’re trapped here because of me. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay.” It’s not fair to you that he took your freedom away without even asking because he’d been terrified. Clinging to you, pleading to not be left alone. And you’d stayed, reached out to him in return. He doesn’t know if it was only pity, but it means everything to him.

• Every worried word just melts your heart a bit more. “I chose to stay and I don’t regret it.” Pushing against his palm until he moves his big hand so you can climb to your feet and walk closer to him, head tipping back to meet those blue optics. Seeing the uncertainty there, the guilt. “I like it here.” With you. And you do. You like his company even if you’re essentially on alien house arrest. Makes you wonder what your boss thought when you just blipped off the face of the earth, house abandoned and destroyed. Maybe no one has even noticed you’re missing yet. Or cared. You’d been alone and okay with that, but Bluestreak needs you and it feels good to be needed.

• He’s reaching before he can think better of it, servos curling around you, but stopping short of actually touching you. Silently asking permission, if it’s okay. And your smile is amused as you take a little sideways step to press against his palm, allowing him to pick you up. So small and warm as he lifts you against him under his chin, against his neck where the mesh is most sensitive so he can feel you there. Reassuring himself. “Thank you,” he says, trying to not cling too tightly, but never wanting to let go. Knowing that like everyone else, no matter what you say now, you’ll get tired of him. You’ll leave him too. Everyone does in the end, but for now he can pretend.

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[ddiidi]

bf! LeeMinho x gn! Reader

Masterlist

When he strikes an insecurity by accident

Previous Pt. 1

Pt. 2

!Warnings: angst, swearing, term "princessa" is used, reader has childhood trauma Minho does know abt, fluff, kissing, mention of blood, mention of violence, lmk if I missed any

Side-Note: Should I make a special Pt. With reader having a nightmare about her past?

Ppl that want to be added the the general tag list for all series comment 🤍 pls🙏🏽

Minho has never been home as fast as he been today. He skipped red lights, speeding through the city as if he's crazy. He has to get home as fast as possible and see if you're alright.

He entered the parking lot in front of your shared house and basically jumped out the car, tripping over his feet and letting his keys fall. He cursed, getting up and runs towards the house door, entering.

The house was quiet. "Y/n?! Y/n, baby, answer me please!" Minho yelled running towards the kitchen door. He opened the door and looked around. You were no where to be seen. Panic raises in him, as he walks towards the kitchen island, uncutted ingredients sitting on it.

He walked around the kitchen island and froze. He stared down at your laying body, unmoving, blood fleeing out of your left thigh, a knife laying besides you.

He panics. Kneeling down besides you, shaking you. "Y/n!! Y/n, god, please wake up! I'm sorry okay? I'll make it up to you, so please just wake up", he kept yelling and begging, your body not moving an inch...

How long have I been asleep...you think to yourself, Why is everything dark..you ask yourself, Why does my body hurt so much...you wonder to yourself. You start to fall. Deep. A dark while swallowing you inside, pain crusing through your body. Then there was nothing. Black darkness, till someone grabbed your arm.

You try to free yourself from their grip, but you suddenly weren't an adult anymore. You were a child, you were your younger self, standing in the kitchen with your mother. Your mother yelled, at man, your dad, his grip on your arm tightening, as he pulled you down to the ground.

Your mother yelled your name, crying hitting your dad. He grabbed for a kitchen knife and-

Your eyes shot open, abruptly sitting up from, what feels like a couch, panting, drained in sweat. You looked around. You weren't in your parents's house but in your shared house with Minho. You were pretty positive you fainted in the kitchen, so how come you're on the living room couch now? You tried to stand up, letting out a Yelp at the pain in your left leg, looking down, you see your leg Baindaided. You let out a heavy sigh, looking over at your phone.

You picked it up, several missed calls and unopened messages from Minho.

You slightly smiled to yourself at his panic and were about to reply, when you heared someone walking around in the house. You grabbed the empty, sweets plate off the coffee table and tried to stand up, when the person entered the room.

You closed your eyes and screamed, in shock the other person screamed too.

Wait- You knew that voice.- You slowly opened your eyes and stopped screaming as you saw who stood there. Minho.

You stared at each other, till Minho talked first "Why in the world are you screaming!" He yelled "Why are you sneaking around the house!" You yelled back. "I'm not sneaking around, I made you something to eat, your Highness! I'm sorry i'm not allowed to cook in my own house!" He scoffed and you sat back down, crossing your arms over your chest. You looked away, still made for what he said per text.

He came over to you and sat a plate, filled with food, on the coffee table, turning to look at you. "Hey..sweets..how ar-" "Dont talk to me." "What- but I-" "I said don't talk to me. Don't wanna be a clingy baby, who's up your ass 24/7 and can't take care of herself, because I can. So leave me alone. Why are you here anyway." You bit out at him, still not facing him.

He stayed quiet for some time, before putting a hand on your shoulder to turn you around. "Hey please...i just,- i'm sorry. Really, what I said was, totally not okay and I know a sorry won't help anything but I want to make this right. You hurted yourself because of me and I can't every forgive that myself, but I want to make sure you won't hurt yourself again. I didn't think when I said these things." he stared into your eyes and you stared back, he was deeply sorry, you could see it.

You let out a sigh and hugged him tightly, inhaling his scent to calm your racing heart. "I dreamed again...you know.." Your arms around him tighten, such as his around you "I know. That won't happen sweets, never, i'll protect you, always okay?". You hummed in agreement and pulled away from him. He kisses first your nose, then your lips, softly.

After what feels like 1 second but also a life time, he pulled away from you, putting his forhead against you. "Eating now?" With a nod you pull away, trying the food.

"I'm still mad at you though"

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[willow-trees-are-beautiful]

All they remembered was their propensity for losing their memory occasionally. They upped their count: 351. Though they couldn't remember their name, the feel of 'Vee' was comfortable, leaving them no doubt that they wanted to call themself by it. A click, a rush of air and a swish announced that the door to... wherever they were... was opening. They twisted themself around to face the door, and were stopped short. Not physically, though they were finding it hard to move, but rather, they felt as though their head was pounding and their heart was pounding even harder. The person in the doorway had unbound hair long enough to appear cape-like. Their purple bodysuit was tailored to perfection, and it hugged their natural curves, letting Vee's eyes wander to all the hottest parts.

"Not that I'm not enjoying your delicious eye candy, but," Vee asks, before getting cut off.

"Shut up. What are you planning?" the person demands.

"What?" Vee's nose wrinkles, and they try to search for an answer but come up empty.

"Don't play games with me. I, Roe, know that you never allow anything unless you have it all planned out. So, what are you planning?"

Roe. The name sounded so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time.

"Do I know you?" Vee asks, fully aware that they have amnesia episodes and will certainly remember themself later, but struggling to place the face and name with anyone.

That gave Roe pause. Roe turned to directly face Vee.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" they ask.

Vee shrugs. "No. The only things that I know for sure are 1) I would love to get to know you, and 2) I will eventually remember myself, it just might take a while."

Roe sighs, turning around dramatically, practically stomping out the door, and calling out, "Doctor! What did you do?"

"So is that a yes for a date tonight?"

Prompt #290

Hero has finally managed to take Supervillain into custody, and they are anxious to begin interrogating them, to finally uncover every secret and plan.

Unfortunately, from the moment Supervillain woke up in their cell, they can’t remember anything. Not their name, their profession, or their relationship with Hero. All they know is that this beautiful person keeps talking like they know them. And Supervillain really wants to know more about them.

[goosewithtwoos]

TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN

pairing: bob x reader

summary: literally just porn :3

The vibrator pressed against your clit along with Bobs tongue fucking inside your needy hole was probably going to be the death of you.

His glasses had become fogged from how long he'd been going down on you but even blind, he knew how to please.

His hands were grasping at your thighs like they were the only thing keeping him grounded to earth. He loved how soft they were in his callused hands and you loved the bruises they left when all was said and done.

"Bobby - Robert - please." You weren't sure why you were begging, he always let you cum whenever and wherever. The way your core would pulse against his tongue was more of a high than pulling 6 g's ever would be.

He didn't even justify your cries with a response, only pressed down more on the vibrator. You knew you were probably crushing his head between your thighs but his moaning told you that he wasn't really complaining all that much.

The pleasure became too much and you knew you were going to cum soon. Your hand found his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away all at the same time but he was having none of that.

His tongue replaced the vibrator and two fingers found their way inside you, pressing right against your sweet spot. You were finished. It was like Heaven came down to earth and you were basking in all it's glory.

"Oh my God, I love you so much. You're such a good boy for me. God, you're so fucking good." You babbled.

It was like your high was never ending. Even after he pulled away, you felt the loss but couldn't stop shaking.

"Cum inside me. Please, please, I need you to cum inside me right now." Your head was swimming. Blame it on your ovulation or randomly, newly discovered breeding kink, but you were going crazy thinking about him filling you up.

He looks up at you over his glasses, the bottom half of his face completely soaked. "You really want that?"

You nod vigorously. "Robert Samuel Floyd if you don't cum inside me right now I will go find someone who will."

That was all the coaxing he needed.

He immediately gets up, positioning your hips underneath a pillow and slotting himself between your thighs. His dick was red and leaking from rubbing against your comforter for so long. You would always lose track of time the moment he got his hands on you.

"So wet." He murmurs like he wasn't the one who made you this way. "Such a pretty pussy, all spread out for me. Gonna fill you up so good."

You bite your lip to stiffle the groan. Your core was still pulsing from your previous orgasm and you needed another one.

Bob slowly presses into you, making you both groan. His breath began to pick up - a tell tale sign he was trying to keep himself from cumming embarrassingly quick.

"You're so tight." He pants.

You reach for his biceps only to have him tangle his fingers into yours. He places your hands above your head, making your back arch more, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside you. You gasp, breath hitching.

His hips start to move slowly, pulling all the way out so you can feel every inch go back in.

"Robert, please." You whine. "Need you to cum inside me."

His pupils dialate even more than you thought was possible. A feral look in his eyes takes over as his pace picks up.

"I'm gonna cum fast." He warns, almost sheepishly.

"I take it as a compliment." You moan out, head rolling back as he continues his abuse on your cervix. A laugh bubbles in his chest which quickly gets replaced with a groan as he does exactly as he says and cums inside you.

3 minutes was a record but you really did take it as a compliment that you could make him lose composure so quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He pants.

You can't help but laugh. "Its okay Bobby."

He shakes his head, pulling out. He stares in awe as a combination of yours and his fluid drips out on you onto the bed. "You need to cum again." was the only warning you got before he dove back down to your pussy, licking and sucking like his life depended on it.

From the previous orgasm just five minutes ago and the feeling of him inside you, you could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten.

"Oh my God, I love you so much." You cry. "So good."

Bob just moans in response, finding the discarded vibrator and immediately pressing it against your clit. It took him about two minutes and a spelling of his name with his tongue to get you cumming again.

He sucks up your release, before pressing a light hand around your throat. Your mouth opens slightly in shock and he takes the opportunity to spit everything into your mouth.

It was so hot, so messy, so vulgar. So unlike him.

After you swallowed, you stared up at him. He was so pretty it hurt. "What's gotten into you?" You chuckle. Not like it was a bad thing, you'd just never seen him so unhinged before.

"I don't know." He admits. "Roosters just announced his wifes pregnancy, I think that just got into my head a little."

You smile, running your hand across his cheek.

"Round two?"

[p3sephone]

My baby. (Dark! Ex! Wanda Maximoff x reader)

Prologue

Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.

Warnings: this is a dark! Serie about Wanda Maximoff that will contain dark themes such as violence, breaking in, non-con and similar stuff in the future chapters. Every chapter will have its own warnings to be safe. This is pure fiction and this character does not belong to me. Minors are NOT allowed, only +18. Any kind of interactions such as reblogs, comments or likes are much welcome and appreciated. 🤎

Prologue warnings: breaking inside, little use of magic.

"I'm home!" you exclaimed with a smile on your face, closing the door behind you. You were happy to be back, you had a wonderful surprise for your roommate. You were sure that she hadn't suspected anything, after all you hadn't mentioned anything in these weeks and you knew how difficult it was. You had lost count of how many gifts and surprises you had ruined because you often spoke before thinking out of excitement.

But this time you didn't think, as you walked briskly towards the living room. The lights were on, she was surely sitting there on the couch watching some movie. You were already anticipating the scene. Your smile quickly dropped as the gift bag slipped from your hand and fell to the floor. The personalized mug inside had surely broken into a thousand pieces, but that was now the least of your problems.

Your roommate was lying there, apparently asleep, but you knew that wasn't the case. Not when Wanda was sitting on the other side of the couch with her arms crossed, then looking straight into your eyes. She had a small smile on her face, sly and arrogant you would say, but you could see all the hatred hidden behind her eyes. You were together, as teenagers, a long time ago. Wanda had lost everything, you too: you had regained everything and left Wanda behind, and Wanda had lost what was left of her, left with total nothingness. Considering that you had left her too. Or at least, that was what Wanda thought; in reality, your version would have been very different from hers, but you weren't really sure she wanted to hear it and even less that she was interested. "What are you doing in my house?" your own cold tone surprised you. It was as if someone else was talking to you and you didn't know how your knees could still hold up. But Wanda wasn't stupid, she could feel how your heart was beating like crazy, this still allowed her to act arrogant. She stood up from your couch and walked over to your boyfriend’s sleeping form, approaching you and freely ignoring your question.

“Is this your house? Our apartment was better.” It was a suggestion, obviously. It wasn’t the first time Wanda had tried to make you change your mind and tell you that the two of you were meant to be together, and at first you believed it. The first, the second and even the third time. Then you finally realized that she would tell you anything and lie shamelessly just to have you back by her side and reduce you to an object again.

You had loved that woman, but it was over. And she had to understand that.

“No, this house is better, with my roommate who I sincerely hope will wake up soon.” You made a suggestion and she immediately took it, laughing in your face.

“She’ll be fine, I just put her to sleep... I wanted to be alone with you, I missed you.” she said playing with your hair, and you could almost see the sincerity in her now slightly sad face. But you couldn't fall for it again and you had certainly been through too much because of her.

"But I haven't missed you, Wanda. Get out of my house."

You had caught her attention now, her fingers slowly stopped playing with your hair finally letting it go. Now you saw the real Wanda. Her hateful gaze with a red aura was intensely scrutinizing you and you swore they could see much more than your eyes or your face. Her eyes immediately became clear again and Wanda gave you a sweet smile, waving her right hand and using her magic. You remembered what that magic had done to you, you still had the scars.

"I can also go out, after all we will see each other every day. It's a pleasure to meet you again, neighbor!" she teased you giggling, then walking out of your door without you even accompanying her. You stood there in shock, standing numb in the doorway to the living room, watching the front door close and then the couch, where your roommate was now starting to wake up.

The nightmare had begun again.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Also since we're here, i wanted to know your take one their final kiss (and posible prior ones) though since this one-shot will be smutty i guess you don't think this way but.

I've been seen a lot of people on (im so sorry) tiktok saying that rio stopped agatha from kissing her on episode...4(?) When she told her teen wasn't nicky bc she knew that her kiss would kill agatha, since the last one was the kiss of death, but I don't think every kiss of rio would be of death, y'know

So i guess my question is, do you think all of rio's kisses are the kiss of death, or just the final one in particular bc of the context?

Ok see this is yet another reason why we never 👏 listen 👏 to 👏 people 👏 on 👏 tiktok!

No, absolutely not. Rio didn't want Agatha to kiss her on The Road when she knew she was so emotionally uneven and just searching for some comfort. Not because she didn't want to give her comfort, but because she knew Agatha was not in the right frame of mind. Agatha, who is so strong and so willful and so independent, in that moment? Was barely hanging on by a thread. She was arguing with herself as to whether the twink Teen was Nicky and Rio could not have their first kiss after so long and so many fights be... that.

It had nothing to do with killing her. When you love someone, you don't take advantage of their vulnerability. So, she didn't.

What happened in the backyard after their fight was not Rio giving the kiss of death, it was Agatha using her succubus powers to take Rio's power, which she said from the beginning would kill her. She was actively drawing in the power and energy of death to poison herself. And Rio, god bless her black beating heart, realized what was happening and folded into it every bit as much as Agatha did.

Because they both realized it would be their last kiss. Not the first and only, but rather the last in several lifetimes worth of kisses. It was the crescendo of their love on this plain of existence, pouring themselves into the desperation of getting one final moment of each other. It was every kiss they'd not allowed themselves in all the years between Nicky and then. It was every kiss they'd shared in the shadows and along the riverbanks before everything fell apart, like it always so torturously does for them.

It was both of them saying 'if these are our final moments together, I want them spent knowing nothing but the taste and feel of you, my love... Because it's always been you.'

To even fathom that the way those two completely melted into each other and ebbed and flowed in the rhythm of that kiss was somehow the first time they'd been together is just... I'm sorry but it's naive. I'll say it! They knew the rhythm of each other's bodies and the exact slant of the other's lips. The give and take of breath, how their every muscle moved and hand caressed in a centuries old dance between them.

That was not the kiss of new loves mourning what could have been, but rather two lovers saying goodbye to a lifetime of never quite figuring out how to love each other more gently.

[mimicofmodes]

I saw a post going around about costube historians analyzing period film costumes for accuracy and it kind of got under my skin, so I'm sitting down and writing ... not exactly a response to it, but a discussion of the topic.

(It would be a direct response except that I don't actually watch costube, because quite frankly I can't watch/listen to people discuss things I already know. And I don't want to be like "they don't do X!" when maybe they really do X and I'm just not aware. But a lot of the complaints hit the same points that have been brought up against fashion historians for reviewing costumes for decades. I would also note that I have looked into specific videos where there were claims of terrible costuber behavior and watched them and found nothing.)

If you're going to analyze a period film's costuming in any way, you should still interact with the historical aspect to some degree. If you want to talk about the use of bold stripes in Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow, for instance, and you don't mention that they were in style during the period the film appears to be set in, it's kind of weird.

Likewise, yes, if you're critiquing primarily from the angle of historical accuracy, you should also engage to at least some extent with the reasoning behind the inaccuracy. If a reviewer doesn't do so at all, then yes, their review is probably not as good as it could be.

People pointing out an inaccuracy (or many inaccuracies) are not inherently scolding the costume designer. Even if their tone is something other than sweet. Sometimes they are scolding other people involved in the production, like the director who mandated a particular costume, or just a general notion of TPTB. Usually they are divorcing the art from the artist, though, and just reviewing the costuming from their particular viewpoint and knowledge base for a likeminded audience.

Sometimes, yes, they are complaining directly about the costume designer. This is not a crime. Some costume designers (for instance, Sandy Powell) have an incredible grasp on fashion history and excellent taste when it comes to diverging from it. Others simply don't have as in-depth of an understanding and make design decisions sometimes based on stereotypes and myths. Some costume designers will explain their decisions in interviews or blog posts and make it clear that they didn't make a truly informed decision about accuracy because they didn't know enough about the period. It's important for both sides of the equation to stop painting the other with too broad of a brush ("ivory-tower elitists who have no idea of a production's needs or budget" vs. "costumers who know how to sew but not how to do historical research").

If you're allowed to complain about a writer or a director or an actor doing something you don't like in a movie, you're also allowed to complain about a costume designer. You're allowed to have aesthetic preferences, and even to talk about them without hedging every five seconds to make it clear that others can disagree, although some of this is beneficial with any critique. Why would it be otherwise?

This seems really obvious to me, but maybe it's not? But "they costumed that female actor in an anachronistically sexy way because sex sells" is a feminist issue. The assumption that women's bodies should be sites of less-clothed allure while men's should attract by being more covered (with more layers than in modern dress, with cravats, etc.) is sexist. Complaints about female characters being costumed inaccurately are often being made along these lines, and pointing out that the producers insisted on it or something does not mean it's suddenly unproblematic that every female character deemed fuckable has to have low necklines at all times and modern shiny hair.

It's true that fiction isn't non-fiction and shouldn't be taken that way, but it's also demonstrably true that viewers do take cliches in film aesthetics as accurate when they see them enough times. People cite Scarlett O'Hara's 18" waist. They believe there were no bright colors before the 1920s and that women couldn't have put their hair up unless they were wealthy. These beliefs have consequences when it comes to public perceptions of history, and if films perpetuate them it's perfectly reasonable to point out that they support ideas about e.g. gender roles that trads express today.

It's also simply funny when a film's hair or costuming or makeup is supposed to evoke a lack of artifice but actually requires quite a bit of artifice because people don't naturally have perfect hair and skin and so on.

If you don't like reviews of period films that focus on the accuracy of the costuming, maybe ... don't watch/read reviews by fashion historians and historical costumers? At least unless they're vetted for you by someone who doesn't mind that?

[ordinaryschmuck]

What I'm about to say comes from a guy who loves The Owl House and misses its existence every day:

I RESPECT THIS DECISION.

Imagine if Matt Groening didn't want to make anything other than The Simpsons. Or if Genndy Tartakovsky stopped after creating Dexter's Lab. Or if Craig McCracken hung up his hat after giving us The Powerpuff Girls. We would miss out on some fun, creative, and sometimes LIFE CHANGING shows that came after their first big creations.

A creator isn't just tied to one idea. EVERYBODY with an ounce of imagination can come up with MULTIPLE stories and multiple shows at once. Dana Terrace is very much allowed to explore what she's capable of and take the experience she has as a showrunner to make something that'll likely be even BETTER than The Owl House. And I'm all for that.

Would I absolutely love for The Owl House to come back? Yes. With every fiber of my being. But the show's done, and it's time to move on with whatever the future may have in store. If the show's creator can do it, so can you.

[ghostbird17]

y'know what we don't talk about enough?

Dick killing the Joker.

now i don't know all the details but i do know the basics; Tim was threatened (kidnapped?), Joker taunted Dick with Jason's death during this time, Dick basically goes apeshit on the guy. as he should! then Bruce brings him back because the dude has morals that no one else in his family does (except like Cass).

look i just wanna see Jason being told wayyy after his return about this. after the events of Under the Red Hood.

Jason, Bruce, and Tim are in the Batcave together. Jason and Bruce are arguing once more about the Joker being alive - Tim is minding his own business at the Batcomputer.

"Bruce, how many people are going to have to suffer before you agree with me? How many will have to die?!" Jason says, voice low and vicious as he points aggressively at Bruce's chest.

"Jason, I'm not backing down on this. We don't kill." Bruce responds with that same infuriating sentence.

"You don't! You don't kill! Not even for your own son!" Jason exclaims, throwing his hands in the air and turning to stomp several paces away.

"Dick did once," Tim pipes up absentmindedly, attention split between the case he's examining and the argument happening ten feet to his right.

Jason and Bruce both freeze. "Dick...what?" Jason asks, anger fading into more of a simmer as confusion takes its place.

Tim nods, glancing over. "Yeah, he killed the Joker once. Bruce brought him back."

Bruce levels Tim with a stern look. "Because we don't kill, we're better than that. Dick would've been overcome with guilt had I allowed that to be final."

"If that's what you want to think, sure, Bruce."

Jason slowly stopped listening. Dick had- what? Why? How- when?!

He was marching over to his bike before he had fully registered the movements.

"Jason! Where are you going?" Bruce called, moving as if to follow him.

"Out, don't follow me, old man!" Jason snapped, quickly pulling his helmet on and starting his bike before tearing out of the cave.

He had an older brother to question now.

listen i just think it'd be really interesting, everyones reactions to this, the ways it could come up, etc. this is just a way i quickly came up with, i need more fics and such of this plot!

bonus if someone finds a good way to include that one version where Superman had to stop Bruce from killing the Joker instead - i'd absolutely love seeing that too, together or seperate!

[heaven-ly-father]

CW: CNC, Intox, Kidnapping, Hierophilia // Written by a trans man // Cis ppl & detrans kinks don't touch my post

Priest waking up and realizing he's been bound to a chair in an unfamiliar basement, the grogginess from what I slipped into his wine quickly replaced by wide-eyed panic.

Aologies, father. You understand why we couldn't have done this at the church— witnesses and what-have-yous.

Whatever, I'm certain you'll find it in your heart to forgive me.

Unwrapping an aphrodisiac and offering it to him like the sacrament— I'll even consecrate it for you. Body of Christ. Open. Up.

Pinching his nose shut when he obviously refuses (I expected nothing less) and shoving it in his mouth when he finally gasps for breath. Clapping a hand over his mouth and insisting he swallow if he'd like to continue breathing.

Leaving him like that while it takes effect. Watching him struggle against both his restraints and the growing wetness between his legs. Maybe he'd start to sob, humiliation hot in his face and neck as he starts to ache for something he's never been allowed to have, thighs squeezing together as he squirms in his chair and avoids my eyes.

How utterly repressed.

Letting the clergyman suffer in his own arousal while I lean back in my chair and smoke. I'd want to see how long it takes him to break; his demands to be released eventually, shamefully, turning to silence as he looks me over desperately. There's pleading behind his eyes, and soon enough he'd be desperate enough not to protest when I walk over and palm at him over his slacks. He can't contain the gasps and groans as I work his hardened little cock through his clothes, drenching his boxers— can't stop himself from squirming and bucking his hips into my touch trying to get an ounce more friction to relieve his throbbing cunt.

Pulling away and hearing his whine, humiliation and hatred sweet in his voice. Patience, father. We've plenty of time.

Cis ppl & detranks kinks don't touch my post.

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3327

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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2.

YASMINE Today was the day for the WWE draft. Honestly, I was fucking scared because I was more worried about Carmelo being on the same brand as me and all the drama that has been spiraling between him and me which the only people that knew were Trinity, Montez, Bianca, and Jonathan knew about.

Both Montez and Jonathan had blown my phone up, telling me that I should've listened to them. Then I wouldn't end up in this situation, but they will protect me if shit goes down.

I was in the catering area sitting down at the table eating my lunch while listening to some music so I wouldn't be in my head about all of this.

As I was doing that, I felt someone touch my shoulder, which made me jump. I turned around and saw Trick standing behind me, chuckling.

"Shit! Trick, you can't be doing that nigga" I said.

"My fault minks didn't mean to scare yo' ass." He said, chucking at me as I threw up the middle finger at him.

He sat down next to me at the table, munching away on his food as I continued doing the same thing. I haven't told him what Carmelo did. I don't think it would matter since Jonathan and Montez were already on that with him. There wouldn't be any point in Trick getting involved.

I was on my phone when I saw that Trinity sent me a text message probably about the draft that's happening tonight, which, like I said, I am shitting rocks right now.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey Babygirl! How are you holding up? Minnie🧃: I'm alright just eating right now with Trick ass 🙄 Trin🤭🫶🏽: PLEASE leave that man alone 😭😭 but are you nervous about the draft? Minnie🧃: yesss I am Trin like I pray that Carmelo doesn't get drafted on smackdown ion want no shit started between him and Montez Trin🤭🫶🏽: well ion' know about that Yasmine it might happen. Minnie🧃: STOP DONT SAY THAT BITCH! 🥲🥲 Trin🤭🫶🏽: what? I'm just saying Yasmine; just don't get your hopes up Minnie🧃: fineeee bro fineeee fuck man why does it have to be this way? 😟 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine it's going to get better I promise just focus on the draft tonight ight? Minnie🧃: ight then Trin Trin🤭🫶🏽: okay I hope I'll see you in smackdown byeee Minnie🧃: byeee

After texting Trinity, I saw Trick all over my phone, so I turned my phone off and gave him a stern look.

"Damn, nigga you all up in my conversation dawg." I said.

"What happened between you and Melo?" He questioned me.

'Shit, why did he have to be so fucking nosey all up in my damn phone? Now I gotta spill the tea.'

Rolling my eyes in the process, I avoided the question while getting up from the table, along with my plate, and walking towards the trash can to throw it away.

I felt his presence behind me as I continued walking away from him, trying to avoid him asking me this question like I wanted to answer it. I didn't want anyone else involved in this situation, especially not Trick.

I continued to fasten my pace, feeling Trick grab me by the arm as we looked at each other.

"Minks, c'mon, mane. You can't just leave me in the dark. What happened?" I could read his facial expressions; he seemed concerned. I sighed in defeat while yanking my arm away from him.

"He put his hands on me, Trick, okay? He fucking put his hands on me, your own best friend." I said, folding my arms over my chest.

His face went into complete shock. Hearing that from me, it almost seemed like he didn't believe me. I just sighed before walking away from him as he stopped me in my tracks. "Look, imma talk to him to see." I turned my head, looking at him in disbelief, like, is this nigga fucking serious?

"What's the point of talking to him for when I literally just told yo' ass—you know, fine, go ahead. If you're going to believe him, then that's my problem." I walked away from him and went towards my locker room, trying to calm myself down from crying at work.

I just needed to be alone for a minute to get myself together before this damn draft for tonight.

✧˚° I was heading towards the ring, finding my seat since the draft was about to begin. As I saw Carmelo and Trick talking to each other, I just rolled my eyes at them, sitting down in my seat and looking up at the screen.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my social media as my legs were crossed, seeing what everyone was posting on their stories and whatnot until I felt a presence that didn't need to be felt. When I looked up, I saw Carmelo gazing down at me with his arms folded.

"What? Melo?"

"So you just telling everyone I put my hands on you?" Carmelo said.

I scoffed his disbelief. I knew Trick wasn't going to believe me in the first place; I don't have time for the shit.

"Nigga you did put your fucking hands on me; why would I lie about that?" I said sternly.

"Because you're lying; all I did was choke you just to put you in your place." Oh, nah, this nigga had me fucked up now.

I stood up, pushing him in the process. I couldn't believe this fuck nigga bro sitting up there playing the fucking victim.

"You what? I don't have time for this shit with yo' ass Melo, so please get the fuck on." I sat back down in my chair, getting on my phone, watching him standing there with his hands on his hips.

I heard his footsteps walking away to his seat he was sitting next to Trick my eyes directly looked at Trick who made eye contact with me I gave him the middle finger while muttering "fuck you" in the process as the draft was about to start.

✧˚° "From the NXT roster smackdown chooses..Yasmine!!!"

When I heard my name, I couldn't help but smile. I saw everyone cheering for me, and Lash hugged me while I walked past them, seeing Shawn Michael's with a smackdown blue cap.

He hugged me, whispering in my ear how proud he was and that I hope I'll do big things on the blue brand. I gave him a faint smile, as my anxiety was creeping up on me, and I was worried that Carmelo might get drafted, too.

After I sat back down in my chair, feeling very anxious, I decided I didn't want him on the same brand as me because it would only make matters worse.

"Yasmine girl, you're with the big dawgs now." Lash said.

"Yeah, I know it's crazy," I said while looking at Carmelo, who was staring down at me.

We avoided eye contact with him as we continued to listen and watch the big screen to see who else was getting drafted.

I felt my phone buzz, and when I saw a text from Bianca, I pulled it out and texted her back.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: omgggg girl are you with us fr? Minnie🧃: Yes ma'am I am officially drafted on blue brand 🤭🤭 Breezy🫶🏽: OMGGG YESSS I AM SO EXCITED I KNOW TRIN FINNA GO CRAZY Minnie🧃: Righht but I'm worried B Breezy🫶🏽: why? Is this about Melo ass bc if he does get drafted which I hope he doesn't he better watch his back Minnie🧃: speaking of him; him and trick talked about it and I knew I've shouldn't have told him but he kept pressing me Breezy🫶🏽: so what I am hearing is that he didn't believe you? 🙄🙄 Minnie🧃: yeah, basically and then Melo gonna come up to me saying that he only did it to put me in my place like what? Breezy🫶🏽: awh hell nah bro he's playing the victim card rn Minnie🧃: fasho he is I was finna whoop his ass I front of everyone Breezy🫶🏽: hollon I think they're announcing the next person to get drafted

"From the NXT roster smackdown chooses...Carmelo Hayes!!"

My face fell as I heard his name shouted out. I saw him stroll by us, flashing me a smile as my nervousness began to rise. As I went out, I informed Lash I was going to the toilet and then to my locker room.

I slammed the door closed behind me, locking it. As I sat on the couch, trying to calm myself down, it seemed as if my entire universe had been ripped apart by that.

Why did it have to be him? Out of all the humans, who selected his ass? I looked up at the TV and noticed his confident smirk with the blue brand cap on as he dapped up Trick.  I fucking hate Trick now, but it was my fault for telling him when I knew he wasn't going to trust me. I mean, I can't blame him; that's his boy.

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Are you okay? Breezy🫶🏽: Text me back please so I can that you're okay?

I couldn't understand what she was messaging me since my anxiousness was hammering my ass right now.

Minnie🧃: B, it feels like my whole world his coming down Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine take long deep breaths do I need to send Montez? Minnie🧃:NO! don't okay? He's already worried about me enough Breezy🫶🏽: I understand but that's yo' brother he would do anything for you Yasmine Minnie🧃: I know I know B...I just can't fucking believe it. Breezy🫶🏽: me too like ugh...but don't worry we'll be here for you Minnie🧃: thank you B

After conversing with Bianca, I decided to stay in my locker room until then since I didn't want to see him again, especially with that fucking smile on his face, knowing he'd be on the same brand as me.

Without realizing it, if he does something wild, either Montez or Jonathan will beat him up; they are so protective of me it's not funny.

I heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up from the couch and almost opened the door, but I was scared to.

"Who's at the door?" I asked.

"It's me, Lash girl!" That voice didn't sound like Lash at all. When I opened the door, he was standing there.

He pushed me back, shutting the door behind him, locking it as he walked up towards me. I backed up, falling on the couch.

A/n: trigger warning contains rape ion want nobody to feel uncomfortable reading this so please and I mean please, skip this scene I'll keep it short I promise 😟

He was hammering me so hard that it made me cry; this man was insane.

He smacked me in the face after gripping me hard around the throat and gave me the most disgusting make out session ever.

"Yo' ass better take this shit, you bitch." He hissed while continuing to pound into my now abused cunt.

"You're hurting me! Get off of me Melo!" I shouted as he covered my mouth.

"You want them to hear us? I expect you to shut the fuck up then." I was crying softly while trying to fight him off of me.

This man was truly fucking nuts; he was doing this without my consent. I felt so powerless that I couldn't even push him off of me; he was more stronger than I was.

Sticking his tongue down my neck while rotating his hips and fiercely hitting my area, tears streamed down my face, and his grasp around my throat was so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, this is my pussy, you hear me? Yo' ass better not give it to nobody else but me." He slapped me in the face again, causing me to winched at the feeling.

"I fucking hate you...you piece of shit." I said, spitting in his face, and he didn't like that at all.

Grabbing a full load of my hair and assaulting my cervix, forcing me to yell yet again, I'm over here apologizing for it and begging him to stop.

But he didn't listen and continued to rape me in my own locker room, literally.

✧˚°

My body shook fiercely as I stared up at him, putting back on his clothes and mending himself, while he looked down at me, dejected and torn.

He smiled like a smug ass before leaving. "Remember you belong to me and only me." He shut the door, leaving me distressed as my worry gripped my ass. I was a weeping mess as I put on my clothing that he had taken off.

I couldn't stop sobbing. I didn't know who to tell since no one would believe me if I told that a WWE superstar named Carmelo Hayes had just raped his ex-girlfriend in her locker room; they'd think I was insane, so I'll keep it to myself.

After retouching my makeup, I decided to go early. I was able to sneak out before anybody could see me as I drove away from the garage.

My head was spiraling into a melancholy I didn't want to be in; all I wanted was to be happy, but after what occurred, I am now a victim of rape by someone I thought I loved but no longer do.

Now I'm just more broken than ever before he made me feel like this. I eventually arrived home, driving into the driveway as I stepped out of my car.

Opening the door and tossing my shoes someplace while hurrying upstairs to the bathroom, I fell to my knees and vomited into the toilet. I continued to heave up in the toilet until there was nothing left inside of me. I sat on my knees for a minute, tears streaming down my face, weeping silently. Why did this happen to me? I picked up my phone and phoned Trinity's number.

'Please pick up Trin it's urgent.'

OTP Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yo' Yasmine this is Jon Trin is in a match right now what's up?

'Fuck...what am I going to tell Jon?'

Minnie🧃: O-oh I didn't know...I can call back Jon Trin🤭🫶���: Yasmine? You don't sound okay did something happen? Minnie🧃: N-no I'm fine look I'll call back later on or tmr actually Trin🤭🫶🏽: nah fuck that what happened Yasmine Minnie🧃: it's nothing J-Jon I swear Trin🤭🫶🏽: stop playing with me Yasmine is about his ass again?

I hung up the phone so quickly that I didn't want to explain to anybody what had occurred to me. I got up from my knees and flushed the toilet as I proceeded towards my bedroom.

I removed my clothing and threw them somewhere so I could burn them later or whenever I wanted as I headed towards my bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I was doing that, I noticed my phone light up, indicating that Jon was calling, but I ignored it because if I had informed him that Carmelo had raped me, he would have been furious, so I now keep my distance from everyone.

Walking inside the shower, I felt the warm water contact my body, sighing in relief and closing my eyes. I had to keep this hidden from everyone, but I know Bianca or Trin will eventually find out.

I rested my head on the damp wall next to me, not understanding why I had to go through this. Why me? Why, oh why? It didn't make sense to me that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him all over me, doing things I never wanted him to do.

I suppose he's telling Trick how he hit it with me and we made stuff up, which I know how dumb Trick is in believing his lies.

I walked out of the shower, wrapped the towel over my entire body, and looked in the mirror, sure that everything would fall into place.

Seeing the marks on my neck it just made me feel disgusted in my body, I turned off the light inside the bathroom while walking out shutting the door behind me.

I sat down on my bed grabbing my phone and saw all of the missed phone calls from Jonathan and some from Bianca too probably Jon told her I was acting weird.

Breezy🫶🏽 sent 4+ messages

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Jon called me and said that you were acting weird is everything okay? Breezy🫶🏽: I didn't see you on the rest of the show during the draft Breezy🫶🏽: did he do something to you Yasmine? Breezy🫶🏽: please text me back you know I'm here for you.

I didn't know how to feel at the moment it just felt like I was completely numb how was I supposed to tell her or trin about what he had done to me?

I didn't want to leave her or anyone else in the dark but I just couldn't tell.

IMESSAGE 💬 Minnie🧃: I'm fine B Breezy🫶🏽: are you sure? Minnie🧃: yeah, I just felt really tired after the show that's all Breezy🫶🏽: well that's not what Jon had told me when you called looking for Trinity seemed like something happened during that time. Minnie🧃: whatever he told you was a lie I'm fine B I promise Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine I know you; you don't have to lie to me yk Minnie🧃: IM NOT LYING OKAY...I-I'm just...fuck Bianca...idkkk...

I started to have a mental breakdown again thinking about what Melo did to me he made me feel worthless.

Breezy🫶🏽: what's going on? Calm down talk to me what happened Minnie🧃: Melo...he... Breezy🫶🏽: what did he do Yasmine? talk to me I'm here we are all here for you. Minnie🧃: He fucking raped me Bianca....in my own locker room...he fucking raped me. Breezy🫶🏽: WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? NAH THATS IT IM TELLING MONTEZ TO COME GET YOU Minnie🧃: O-okay... Breezy🫶🏽: make sure take you let the people know that you're moving out pack all of your belongings okay? Minnie🧃: ight B see you then.

I put on some clothes and began packing all of my belongings I didn't feel safe anymore not even at the company I was with. While I was packing I grabbed my phone texting the person about taking me off the lease due to me moving out tonight hopefully they'll get back with me tomorrow so I can get my money back.

I continue to pack all of stuff making sure that I didn't leave anything else behind and just waited for Montez to come get me. Hopefully when I do go on the smackdown brand they'll protect me.

Fuck Trick maybe if I didn't tell him what happened between me and Melo I wouldn't be in this situation but I just had to run my mouth about it.

And I just knew that his dumbass wouldn't believe me but believe his own best friend such a fucking hypocrite. I heard the door knocking as I got up from the bed walking downstairs opening the door seeing Montez standing there along with Jon.

I couldn't help but to form tears in my eyes hugging them tightly while they did the same for me.

"It's okay little sis we are here for you now." Montez said.

"When we see him it's on sight." Jon said.

We pulled away from each other as I wiped my eyes taking deep breaths, Montez told me to wait in the car while they get my things out from the apartment.

As I was waiting in the car I just looked outside the window in the backseat just in my head wondering if things would've been different if me and him didn't get together.

Maybe I should've listened to them.

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A/n: I am soooo sorry for writing that scene I'm glad I kept it short I didn't want to continue to write that. But Carmelo is in a rude awakening when he gets to smackdown.

ALSO ANOTHER THING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SAMI??? HE PISSED ME TF OFF SEEING HIM WITH SOLO ASS.

I hope yall enjoy the chapter, lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

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hey! do you have any ideas on how to get my family to see that I don't want a pokemon? pretty much all of my family members have at least one of two pokemon and recently they've been pestering me about getting one. I know they're just worried about me (I recently moved out on my own and I am admittedly kind of bad about getting enough human contact so I think they think that a pokemon would be good for me) but I honestly have enough trouble keeping myself + my plants alive. I wouldn't want to take in a pokemon without being sure that I would be able to take care of them properly. lately they've been getting more pushy about it, and I'm getting kind of worried they're going to try and gift one to me. I would feel bad about rehoming or giving up whatever pokemon they give me, so I'd prefer to stop this whole thing before it gets to that point. any advice?

i think the best thing to do in this situation is to be completely honest with them and let them know that, if they give you a pokemon, you're going to take it to a shelter ASAP. don't give any room for doubt by saying things like "i probably won't keep it" or indicate that it would depend on how difficult the pokemon is to care for. make it very clear that, no matter what pokemon it is, it's getting rehomed. that may sound harsh to say to family members, but the clearer you are from the start, the less likely that you'll be saddled with a pokemon you have to find a home for. if you live in an apartment, invent a rule about pokemon not being allowed if you have to.

you can always tell them that you'll ask them for advice on what would be good first-time pokemon when you're ready to own one, if you want to soften the blow a little bit. but when it comes to taking care of a living being, you're right that you should be as prepared for it as possible, especially given the capabilities some "beginner-friendly" pokemon have. even starter pokemon handed out to some new trainers have the ability to do things like start fires or damage furniture with plant growth! and pokemon's needs are so widely varied that you really can't go into caring for one blind and expect that it'll go well. as for your family...it seems like they really do mean well. maybe you can help ease their worries about you by talking about some hobbies you've picked up or some other form of self-care you're doing?