#babygirl I think there are other things in that movie that might be better spent analyzing the racist-ness of.................

[karmaphone]

girl help the tumblrinas are picking apart the desaturation of Optimus Prime after the moment of his death in the original 1986 movie for being racist because 'going pale after dying is a white people thing'

[maddieinwonder]

A Lesson In Romance #3: The Cast

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, the team figures it out.

A/N: I'm guilty of writing too much Morgan and Garcia but I can't help it — they're so much fun! I think them plus Emily would have the most dramatic reactions to Spencer in a (potential) relationship, though I'm excited to write about the rest too.

(Also, the reference at the end is from Lord of the Rings, because I love Lord of the Rings.)

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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If you've learned anything from rom-coms, it's that every romantic lead needed a supporting cast. Whether they were siblings, parents, or childhood best friends, the main character needed somebody who would drop everything to talk to them — preferably showing up at their doorstep with face masks, nail polish, and a bottle of wine.

In your life right now, you suppose those people would be your teammates from the BAU.

Of course, this hypothetical scenario didn't require your potential love interest to be from work, but let's say for the purposes of the discussion that they were. Then you hoped, at least, that they would have an IQ of 150 or higher and a propensity for wearing mismatched socks.

But you were getting ahead of yourself. You were simply imagining the hypothetical scenario where your life was a rom-com. Hypothetically, you would need a love interest, and hypothetically, you kind of already had one.

“Hey,” Spencer waved you over from across the coffee shop. It wasn’t difficult to spot him when the place was nearly vacant. Everything was slow and quiet this early in the morning, and you weren’t going to make an exception.

“Morning,” you greeted softly as you sat down, relaxing into the smell of freshly roasted coffee and baked goods.

“I already ordered yours.” He smiled, tucking his book away in his messenger bag. “They had bagels this morning. Yours is cream cheese, but mine is strawberry jelly.” He looked overly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but crack a sleepy smile.

You eyed the spread in front of you, before lifting your gaze to meet his. “So your theory that you can predict my taste in desserts seems to be getting better.”

"Yes!" He shout-whispered, silently raising his fists in victory. “I knew I was right.”

You giggled at his overexcitement over something as small as getting your dessert order right. Although, he did once spend ten whole minutes explaining to you why dessert for breakfast was an underrated concept, so you couldn't say this was beyond your expectations for Dr. Spencer Reid.

You propped your head up with your arms, a smile plastered over your face. “Have I ever told you that you’re a weirdo, doctor?” You teased.

“Why, yes. Yes you have.” He replied with a smile, gesturing at you to try the bagel. His own was almost-gone, so they must be good.

And it was. Your eyes fluttered shut as the heavenly combination of carbs and cream woke up your taste buds. It was made even better with a sip of the perfect cup of coffee.

"Perfect," you sighed happily, digging into your breakfast further as Spencer quietly caught you up on the latest news in classical art.

Two weeks ago, you wouldn't have guessed that you would talk to Spencer alone, much less spend your mornings together with him. But as it turned out, a lot could change in a few days.

After the initial awkwardness between you had passed, you found that the two of you shared a lot more interests than interdimensional doctors and space opera. You both loved coffee, obviously, but you also had a mutual love for desserts, classical literature, and history.

It didn't take long for these interests to seep into the weekend, resulting in a suspiciously date-like afternoon with Spencer at his favourite museum. But you tried not to think too much into it. After all, the day had ended with a "see you at work", and not a "would you like to come in?"

Still, your dance between friendship and something more continued to grow wilder as days passed, until it reached a point where it inhabited your every waking thought. The only time it didn't, ironically, was when you were spending time with the person in question and every stray thought seemed to fall away.

Your mornings with him brought a necessary reprieve to the dark realities of this job, and some days you almost had to drag yourself out of your seat, knowing that you were straying from the calm of his company straight into the lion's mouth. But duty always called.

Your sudden hesitance to be apart from the resident genius hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of your team either; ever since the two of you walked into office one morning with matching coffee cups and smiles on your faces.

At first you enjoyed Spencer's company too much to care, but you knew that it was going to bite you back one day. And today seemed to be that day.

You could tell, because the lift doors to the BAU opened to one very determined Penelope Garcia with her arms folded across her chest. "Spit it out, you two," she said sharply without any greeting.

You and Spencer looked at each other, confused, before looking back at Penelope. "Spit out what, Pen?" You asked, a frown starting to form between your eyes.

"You know what I mean!" She squeaked, dropping her stern facade for a brief moment. "Are the two of you dating? The entire team has been dying to know, and I mean, d-y-i-n-g because there's a huge pot of money with my name on it if you are."

"Ah— No— I mean, you think—" Spencer stammered, his face instantly turning beet red in embarrassment, while your face began to grow red for another reason entirely.

"I think what he means is 'no', and what I mean to say is— what do you mean the entire team?" You half-yelled the question, while Penelope raised her hands defensively.

"What I mean, sugar, is that the two of you went from avoiding each other completely, to coming into work together everyday — and I know you spent last weekend together too, because you couldn't stop talking about it the next day at work and everybody noticed." She stated, pushing up her glasses.

"Not to mention, Dr. Reid here started wearing brighter colours subconsciously." She continued with her observations. "I know this, because in the almost four years I've worked with this man, I've never seen him wear anything brighter than violet. Or white. Or beige. But those don't count." She shook her head, getting back to her point.

"You get what I mean— and you," she pointed her pen in your direction, causing you to jump slightly. "You finally stopped doubting yourself as a part of this team. I knew this when you started talking more often during briefings — which I have nothing against, B-T-W, I totally support any effort in self-care and personal growth — but you also stopped shifting in your seat which you used to do when you felt nervous."

Penelope took a deep breath, preparing for the climax. "So all I can assume, is either you've been attending one of the 52 self-help classes that happen every weekend in Virginia, or somebody has been helping you find some serious zen."

"And my money's on the latter because every time you think nobody's watching, you're making eyes at Reid. But you're wrong. Garcia is always watching." She concluded triumphantly, raising one finger to point at herself.

"You might make a good profiler yet, doll." Derek remarked, walking up to the group with a smirk firmly affixed to his face.

"Expert at all things romance, and Cupid of the Behavioural Analysis Unit, Penelope Garcia at your service." She smiled, graciously curtseying to your other teammate.

"I know you're smart like that, babygirl," he grinned, draping his arm around her shoulder, "but you also don't know pretty boy as well as I do, because they aren't in a relationship."

He turned to you questioningly. "Are you?"

"No." You replied, glancing hesitantly at Spencer for his response, but his face simply looked blank with shock.

"See? Now it's time to collect my payout." Derek grinned at the tech analyst, making the motion of raining dollar bills.

Penelope tailed behind him grumpily as he walked into the BAU office, surely to share the "good news" with everybody else.

You hesitated to follow, imagining what teasing and looks would follow regardless of the outcome. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, Spencer gestured back at the empty lift with his head and you smiled, realising what he meant.

"That is the best hypothesis you've had all morning," you said. The two of you shared a laugh as you got back into the lift.

Even behind glass doors, you could hear a muffled "What?!" that you guessed came from Emily. "There's absolutely no way those two aren't together already. Have you seen them?"

There was a brief pause, then a loud groan.

"I know, that's what I told him!" Penelope's high-pitched voice was clear. "You know I'm going to be right about them eventually—"

The lift doors finally closed, blocking out the rest of their conversation. You looked up at Spencer, your gaze meeting his clear hazel eyes. He looked at his watch briefly before saying the next words.

"We've got time. Are you up for second breakfast?" He asked, referencing a movie from a conversation two weeks ago. He remembered. Of course he remembered.

You cleared your throat before replying the next line. "What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper?"

He laughed, and you felt a familiar peace return to you.

Whatever your teammates were yelling about, the two of you could deal with it later. Together.

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@blue-space-porgs @nobutalsoyes @lady-loves-a-lot

[eternally-writing]

memory lane | jjk

genre: fluff

rating: PG-13

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: boyfriend!au, one-shot

word count: 1.4k

warnings: implied sex before the story takes place

Synopsis: When you and Jungkook can’t fall asleep at night, you and him stay up chatting about past memories.

This was from a request by @carpediem1219​ (you can read the request here) !

If you have a fic request you can ask it here!

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“Babyyyy, come back to bed,” groaned Jungkook, watching you move around in his bathroom.

You loved Jungkook, but you were not ready to risk getting a UTI for him so you left him in bed while you went to clean yourself up. Throwing on one of Jungkook’s shirts (which was basically a dress on you since you were so much shorter than him), you sauntered away from his sink.

“I don’t even know how you’re still awake babe, I definitely thought I tired you out tonight,” you joked as you plopped down next to your boyfriend, stealing some of the covers that were covering his lower half.

Turning over to face you, he gazed adoringly at your smiley self beaming back at him.

“Why would I need to fall asleep when I’ve got the girl of my dreams in front of me?” crooned Jungkook as he put his hands on your waist to pull you closer to him

You groaned at his cheesiness and lightly slapped his chest (you secretly loved it, but there was no way that you were going to admit that anytime soon).

You and Jungkook both led such busy lives, so you truly appreciated the quiet moments like this (which were few and far between). It felt like there was nobody else in the world but the two of you as you looked into each other’s eyes, simply enjoying the other’s presence. You felt like you were a character in a Hallmark movie; it seemed like such a fantasy to be laying in bed across from the man of your dreams, as if none of this could be real.

Instinctively, you brushed your thumb lightly over the scar on Jungkook’s cheek, rubbing circles into the small mark.

“You never told me how you ended up with this scar, Koo,” you said softly as you focused on the scar.

Jungkook chuckled, sticking out his pinky in front of you before beginning to speak.

“I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to laugh too much ok?” he said with his doe eyes staring at you.

You twisted your pinky in his, kissing the top of his finger as a promise.

“I was 10 and my brother and I only had one computer to share. He wouldn’t let me play on the computer before him so we fought until he scratched me on the cheek,” he said bashfully, scratching the back of his neck,

You did promise Jungkook you wouldn’t laugh too much, but you were having a really hard time holding it in.

“Seriously babe? All that just to use a computer? Good to know you were just as computer obsessed then as you are now,” you jeered at him (you were only slightly jealous of how much time he spent playing Overwatch with his hyungs)

You ran a finger over the small diagonal of the scar again, subconsciously smiling after knowing the story behind it.

“It must have hurt so bad - it looks deep” you said now with a frown.

“Well when my mom saw me crying with a bloody cheek she did let me use the computer that day, and she gave me ice cream too - I’d call that an absolute win in my books,” exclaimed Jungkook with a prideful smile.

Placing a chaste kiss right over the scar, you glow to him.

“That’s my boy. I love it - it’s what makes you you, yknow”.

Jungkook grinned and pulled you closer into his chest, rolling over so he was on his back, your head directly over his beating heart.

“Okay, an eye for an eye babe. What’s this scar about?” he inquired as he pointed to the small slice on your kneecap, pulling your leg closer to him at the same time.

“When I was in grade 1 the most popular thing to do during lunch time was skipping rope on the playground, and I couldn’t master the hand eye coordination to do it so I kept tripping.”

It was now Jungkook’s turn to giggle a little.

“Awe, my babygirl couldn’t skip rope?” he said with his voice teetering on a fine line between being sweet and making fun of you.

“So one time I tripped and scraped my knee on the pavement trying to jump rope and that’s when I got this scar. I remember crying on the asphalt for what felt like hours before my best friend at the time, Jangmi, found me. My mom didn’t get me to stop crying that day until she gave me 4 popsicles,” you said with a smile, looking back fondly on the early memory.

The gears kept turning in Jungkook’s head.

“wait… you can jump rope now though Y/N… right?”

You were definitely glad that you had your head on Jungkook’s chest at that moment since you could bury your head even further in his chest so he wouldn’t be able to see your embarrassed expression.

“no” you whispered out meekly, unwilling to say it any louder.

Jungkook gasped and pulled your head away from his chest, holding it now in his hands.

“Babe! that’s like a life skill!!” exclaimed Jungkook with a concerned tone, shouting way louder than anyone should after midnight.

With the way Jungkook was acting, someone would’ve thought that you were telling him that you couldn’t drive or ride a bike (you actually couldn’t do one of those… but Jungkook didn’t need to know that yet).

In the midst of his rant about the importance of knowing how to jump rope , Jungkook proposed a plan. “Tomorrow you and I are heading to the gym and you are learning how to jump rope!”

You mewled at his plan. “Babe, people have tried - I just can’t do it. You’ll have to live with having a  girlfriend who just can’t jump rope.”

Jungkook puffed out his chest and put his best cocky voice on. “It’s your lucky day Y/N. You’ve got Busan Middle School’s jump rope champion as your boyfriend to teach you.”

“Actually, Jungkook, I think it’s your lucky day. Even though I might not be able to jump rope, I do have some other special talents,” you said as you smiled smugly.  

Hauling your legs over his body, Jungkook brought your body so you were straddling him.

“Hmm, I think I might need a refresher babe. Care to show me?”

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With the moon as your only witness, you and Jungkook continued to share your favorite memories associated with all the little quirks on your bodies throughout the night.

You got to tell him all about the scar you got on your hamstring from your brief stint in competitive gymnastics, the scar on your ear from the first time you tried to curl your hair, and the scar on your back that you somehow obtained while baking a cake for your grandpa’s 85th birthday.

Despite it being the middle of the night, Jungkook still laughed and cried along with you as he heard your stories, loving the opportunity to get to know you better. Kissing each scar after each story, Jungkook smiled at how beautiful you appeared in the moonlight.

At the same time, you got to learn even more about Jungkook. Alongside the computer story, you learned that Jungkook had scars on his back from the time he swears he saw a shark while swimming in Busan (the rest of his family is 100% he just brushed up against a rock, but you know how stubborn Jungkook can be) and that he has scar on his left Achilles heel from the time he tried on his mom’s heels.

As the sun started to make an appearance in the sky again, your eyelids started to feel heavy. As you were about to drift off into dreamland, you heard Jungkook’s voice.

“you’re so beautiful - you know that right?”

Even in your sleepy haze, you still blushed at Jungkook’s sweet words.

“All these scars, all these things you try to cover up with makeup or hide, they all make you even more beautiful. I promise to never let you forget how beautiful you are to me Y/N,” confessed Jungkook as he ran his fingers softly through your hair.

The last thing you felt that night before you fell asleep was Jungkook placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

You could only hope that Jungkook was as good at teaching people how to jump rope as he was at being an amazing boyfriend.

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- Emily

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Lockdown

(MBS)

“Anthony, mijo you are ten years old. You should know this multiplication shit by now.” You hear Oscar say as he sits in the dining room with both school age boys and Junior who had his own work to get done. Angel sitting at the table as well as he pretends to do school work by coloring,”Do the problem again and actually show your work.”

You guys have been stuck in the house for three weeks now due to the virus, the only person that was able to leave being Oscar since he still had to go to work. Thankfully it was Friday afternoon so that meant he was at home and could take over the role of teacher. It was fun being able to teach your kids at first, but after three days you wanted to pull your hair out. Carlos and Anthony, your two sweet boys, hated anything to do with school and put little to no effort. The only good thing that came out of this virus was that your oldest son was now home, his campus closing down for the time being. Even though you were glad he was back, you couldn’t wait for things to go back to normal. You were going a bit stir crazy and needed time to yourself. But alas the mommy role was a never ending one.

“I have snacks.” You smile, coming in with a tray of finger sandwiches you made and a bowl of chips. Oscar has been at it for the last hour with them and you figured they could use a break.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Give me.” Angel says and drop his crayons excitedly, Carlos and Anthony sighing in relief that you came to the rescue.

“Say please.” You remind as you set the items down

“Please mommy.” He says and holds his hand out

“Good boy.” You smile and pass him one of the smaller cut sandwiches, letting the boys eat while you go check on Alexander who sat in his pack n play in the living room.

“Hi fat boy.” You coo at him, making him giggle as he wobbles to pull him self up,”Do you want to come with mommy?” You ask, picking him up and giving him a kiss,”My happy baby, yes you are.”

“I will switch right now.” Oscar says from behind you,”I’ll take the baby, you take them.”

“Hmmm let me think.” You smile as you turn around, Alexander snuggling into you chest,”No.”

“Mami please.” Oscar begs,”I love our kids, but they are going to make me jump through the fucking window.”

“How do you think I feel? I’m here 24/7.” You say,”With ALL of them. At least I offered to watch the baby while you help them with their work.”

“Fine, but if I start yelling and shit starts getting thrown you can’t blame me.” He groans

“If you yell at any of my baby’s.” You start, setting Alex down on the floor to scoot around,”You’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.” You finish, wrapping your arms around your grumpy husband,”So you better take a few deep breaths and remember that you asked for this life. You put those kids in my stomach so you can’t get frustrated with them when times are hard.”

Oscar sighs and looks up at the ceiling in thought before meeting your gaze,”I’ll try my hardest to not go crazy.”

“Good.” You smile and pucker your lips, Oscar rolling his eyes before pressing his own against them,”Love you, now get back in there.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.” He mutters, turning around and heading back to the dining room. You can’t help but laugh as he sulks, sitting down on the floor with Alex while you pass the time by watching one of your shows.

~

“Mommy! I’m done with my work.” Angel says about half a hour later causing you to exit out of the program, no way you would be able to pay attention now.

“Oh yeah? Let me see.” You smile and take the page from him, the once white paper now filled with random color scribbles everywhere,”Good job baby, it’s so good. What color is this?” You ask him as you point to a green line that he drew.

“Um green. Like the grass.” He answers with a smile,”I’m a smart boy mommy.”

“The smartest.” You say and set the paper down on the coffee table, letting him sit across from you. Alexander sitting a few feet away while he plays with some toys.

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go to the park?”

“No, you know we can’t Angel.” You sigh,”Why don’t we go play in the backyard?”

“Backyard is boring.” He says with a shake of his head,”I wanna go to the park. Park!” He yells his mood instantly changing as he grabs one of the toys that laid near him,”Park, park, park!” He repeats angrily as he cries, the toy flying across the room.

“Go to timeout, you don’t throw things.” You say and stand up, grabbing his arm and helping him up to his feet, Angel trying to pull away with all his might,”Now.” You say more sternly

“Let me go.” He screams,”Play at the playground!”

“Angel, stop.” You sigh before your husband swoops in and picks the toddler up, holding him at arms length.

“A quien le gritas?” He asks,”Are you screaming at mommy? You are a kid and you do what she says, no questions. So go get in timeout now.” Oscar says as he sets him back down, his little feet taking off to the corner and facing the wall,”Stop crying, o te daré algo para que llores.” He warns, all noise ceasing from Angel.

“Thanks.” You say not meeting his gaze, you knew the kids needed discipline, but that was the area you failed in when it came to parenting. Oscar was usually the punisher which is why the kids never questioned his authority,”I feel like we’re all gonna snap any day now.” You admit, running your fingers through your hair messily.

“Yeah, but he still needs to listen and he can’t be popping off like that.” Oscar shrugs,”Even before all this lockdown bullshit started he always threw a fit when he couldn’t get his way. I’m tired of it, you need to stop babying him.”

“I don’t baby him.” You lie with a shake of your head. It was true, he was probably the one you babied the most out of all of the kids. Even when his brothers were his age you didn’t have to treat them like you do Angel.

“So you don’t carry him around on your hip all the time? You don’t let him sleep in our bed still? You don’t pick up every single thing after him? You don’t...” Oscar continues before you cut him off.

“Alright so maybe I do just a little.” You say, glancing back at him,”I don’t know why I do it, maybe it’s cause he has a different personality than the boys did. He lets me baby him. He can claim big boy status all he wants but he loves being my baby. I know I need to stop but it’s just so hard.” You groan, resting your head forward on Oscar’s chest, letting him embrace you.

“I like when you baby me too mami.” He chuckles softly,”But there has to be a limit.”

“You’re right.” You sigh and pull away,”Can I start tomorrow though? I just wanna cuddle him right now.” You admit, Oscar playfully rolling his eyes and not even bothering to respond before going back to the other kids.

You walk over to the sulking boy and pick him up,”I’m sorry mommy.” He sniffles and rest his head on your shoulder as you hold him,”I hate inside.”

“I know baby, me too.” You smile sadly and press a kiss to his forehead,”Are you going to be a good boy now?”

“Yes. No more timeout pwease.” He begs, even though he wasn’t even there for more than two minutes,”I’ll be a good, good, good boy.”

“Works for me...How about we build a fort? A huge one?” You ask him excitedly,”It’ll be so much fun.”

“Yeah!” He cheers,”Come on! We need to get blankies.”

“Go get the ones from my room, I’ll stay in here with Alex.”

“You got it.” He laughs before running down the hall and disappearing. You grin happily and go over to pick up the baby, heading to the dining room to ‘let school out.’

“Enough work, come help me and Angel build a fort.” You say, Anthony and Carlos darting up and racing to the living room,”You guys too.”

“Sure, why not?” Junior shrugs as he closes his laptop and goes to join his brothers.

“Come on.” You grin and hold your free hand out for your husband.

“I’m coming.” He reply’s, nonetheless taking your hand in his. The two of you joining the rest of the household for some quarantine fun.

~

“I know they are a lot to handle, but I think we would be bored if we didn’t have all of them in here with us.” You whisper to Oscar, all five of your kids spread out around you and fast asleep in the makeshift bed. After building the fort you guys spent the rest of the inside of it watching movies and eating junk food. Each kid falling asleep one by one until it was just the two of you awake.

“Yeah, I thought about that too.” He yawns,”We’re pretty lucky. Even luckier if you finally gave me my babygirl.”

“Stop.” You whine, Oscar bringing up this conversation at least twice a week,”We don’t need another kid. Are the five we have not enough?”

“They are enough, but I wouldn’t mind one more.” He chuckles

“That’s easy for you to say when you’re not the one carrying a whole human for nine months and then pushing said human out.” You remind him,”Besides what if it’s another boy? Are you still going to want to try again after?”

“If it’s a boy then it’s a boy.” He shrugs,”I know it’s going to be a girl though.”

“You said that about Alex.” You laugh,”And he’s most definitely not a girl.”

“Oh my god, just have another baby. Who cares?” Junior groans from somewhere in the fort,”I’m trying to sleep.”

“Aye, callate la boca.” Oscar says amusingly,”Don’t be listening to our conversation fool.”

“Kind of hard to do when your two feet away from me.” Junior retorts, turning on his side as he try’s to fall back asleep.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, but the answer is still going to be no.” You say to Oscar,”Now go to sleep, you have a class tomorrow morning Mr.Diaz.”

“Nah, I’m going to play hookie. One day isn’t going to kill them.” He chuckles,”Lets go for a drive or something, we don’t have to get out of the car. We could just drive along the beach.”

“That actually sounds fun. Let’s do it.” He agrees.

“Awesome.” You grin excitedly,”I cant wait, we all need to get out for a while.”

Oscar hums in response, lightly rubbing his eyes tiredly,”Night mi amor.” He says moments later

“Good night.” You reply, kissing his cheek before letting your eyes close. Angel’s foot digging into your back, but you didn’t care. You were too tired to move him. Each day since being in lockdown making you more and more exhausted, but it was okay. Being trapped in the house with the people you love most is way better than being stuck all alone.

[cottoncandyshawn]

Could you make a imagine of Shawn having a little daughter and accidentally hurting her feelings. Or one where his daughter gets mad that he has to leave all the time ❤️❤️

Here you go anon! I wrote this late last night (I finished it around 4 am to be exact) and I edited it very quickly after work today… hope it’s alright!

Word count: a little over 2k 

Two and a half weeks. That’s how long it had taken Shawn to pack his suitcases for his upcoming tour… which also happened to be his first tour after having his four year old daughter. It could have easily been done in a day, but the heartache of having to leave his own little family got the better of him and once he had started placing clothes in his suitcases, he very soon found himself being dragged away by his little girl.

The first few times, he didn’t even have a second thought about staying to complete the task on hand. Elle was always going to be his top priority, leaving his wife for tour was one thing… but leaving his daughter for months on end was going to rip his heart to pieces, so he made a silent promise to himself to spend as much time as he could with her until he had to leave. During the lead up to fly out day, he found himself playing dress-ups, having picnics in the backyard with all her toys, taking her for ice cream, baking cookies and cakes, play fighting, and even letting her paint his nails. Anything she wanted, she could have… that’s what Shawn had allowed both himself and his four year old to think.

Now there were only two days until he had to leave, and you watch from the kitchen bench as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Babe, do you know where my red hoodie is? The Givenchy one… you know, the new one?” He asks through a sigh as he strides past you and into the laundry to check the hamper.

“The last time I saw it was when you packed it last week.” You pause for a second to think. You’d seen Elle snooping around your room the other day as she babbled to herself. “Elle, bubba! Do you know where daddy’s red hoodie is?”

You see her freeze in place, all previous dance moves to the songs coming from the movie she was watching suddenly forgotten as she tries to think of an answer.

Moving her chocolate curls out of her eyes with her tiny hands as she scrunches her nose, looking like a carbon copy of her father, she laughs nervously.

“Ummmmm… Nope! I don’t have Dada’s hoodie.” Her eyes look almost anywhere but yours, a nervous habit of your own that she seems to have picked up.

Walking over to your little girl, you see her eyes widen as she cowers in fear. Her fingers twist around themselves as she forces a smile onto her face, pulling out all her best tricks as to not get caught.

“Babygirl, if you have it then you need to tell mommy, okay? I promise I won’t be mad, it’s just very important for daddy to take that one with him. I’m sure he’ll let you keep a different one if you ask him nicely-“ Your words are cut off by Shawn’s as he yells from your very nervous looking daughter’s bedroom.

“Why the fuck was it in Elle’s room? I leave in a couple days, I can’t afford to lose all my shit right now!”

“Shawn, language!” You say back sternly. Your mom voice bubbling out of its confines. Standing from your kneeling position in front of Elle, you make your way into your shared bedroom where Shawn is grumbling to himself and sorting his clothes messily. Reaching out, you place a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down a bit. “Baby, she’s just as scared as you are. She was just trying to keep something of yours for herself,” you speak softly, attempting to reason with him.

“Yeah, I know. Just not that one,” he says as his frame softens ever so slightly, “is she okay? She knows I leave in a couple days, right? You’ve talked to her about what’s gonna happen?”

“Yeah, we had a bit of a talk about it last night when I was putting her to bed. I saw her lip drop a bit when you found the jumper, so I think she’s just trying to be brave… braver than me, that’s for sure!” You giggle awkwardly as you wipe away a tear that has escaped your eye, your emotions suddenly catching up to you.

“C’mere, love. You know I’ll be able to fly the two of you out, we’ve done this before. I need you to be strong for my little bear while I’m away, though. I don’t think she understands how long I’ll actually be gone for.” By now your arms are wrapped tightly around your husband’s middle while you sniffle some tears back in the crook of his neck. His head tips down to leave a couple loving kisses on the side of your head, whispering a series of “I love you’s” in your ear. The tickle of his breath making you laugh through your tears, bringing a sad, but amused, smile to his features.

A small voice pulls you out of the moment as you hear a light tapping on your open bedroom door.

“Dada?”

“Hey muffin, c’mere!” Shawn speaks, kneeling down to the small child’s height and opening his arms, expecting her to run into them like she usually would. This time she doesn’t and he’s left hanging. “Elle, baby, what’s the matter? Where’s that pretty smile of yours?”

You watch silently as you see her bottom lip jut out and her chin crinkle. The natural sparkle in her young eyes turning into a wet gloss, and you know this look all too well.

“I don’t feel like smiling dada, I’m sad-“ she’s cut off by her own sobs. It’s the start of a cry that you know she’s been holding back for days now. You’d been doing the same. You see your husband’s shoulders slouch as he faces the reality of the moment. Neither of you were prepared for this moment. He launches forward and captures his small creation in his arms, being taken back to the moment he first heard her cry and he was able to hold her in the delivery room. He holds her close, just how she needed, her head pressed tightly against his chest, as if he was trying to show her that his heart was breaking over this too.

“Baby, don’t cry! I have to go, it’s for work, remember?”

“But why dada?!”

“C’mon, Elle. Daddy will bring you home lots of toys, and sometimes you’ll be able to come see me, and watch me sing, and-“

“I don’t care!” She speaks louder, pushing herself away from his chest to look at his suitcases. Her head falls back as she lets out a louder cry, her hair sticking to her wet, tear covered face. Shawn’s hands move frantically to try and brush the mess of hair away from her face, but she whines and pushes him away further.

“NO DADA! DON’T TOUCH ME,” she yells, a strong frown finding its way onto her tiny face. You watch her carefully, trying to figure out her next move. But, she shocks both her parents when she reaches for the neatly packed clothes in the suitcases and starts throwing them out and onto the floor.

“Elle! Stop it, I spent ages packing those!” Shawn speaks as he wraps his hands around her tiny wrists.

Her temper gets the better of her while she’s mid tantrum and the words leave her mouth without her thinking.

“NO DADA! I HATE IT AND I HATE YOU!”

Silence. Heavy sobs, and silence.

That’s all that could be heard before she broke free of Shawn’s limp hands and ran to you, wrapping her tiny arms around whatever part of you she could reach first. All three of you were in some form of shock, the words that left your four year old’s tiny mouth were so, so, so unlike her.

You watch as your husband rises to his feet again, turning towards you, you can see how glassy his eyes are.

“I, uh- I’m gonna go for a quick drive. Might drop by the store to see if theres anything I need, um… last minute.” With that he silently leaves the room. You hear him grab his keys and then the front door open and shut.

A couple minutes pass and you let Elle cry out all her emotions out into the collar of your shirt. When her whimpers begin to die down, she pulls away and asks for a cup of water in the tiniest voice.

Once she’s sat at the bench and sipping at her water, you decide to question her about her harsh words.

“Sweet pea, why did you tell daddy you hated him? You know that’s a very strong word…”

“I didn’t mean it, mommy. I just don’t want dada to go away from me. We always have so much fun and now I won’t have him anymore!” Her bottom lip starts to quiver again, but you spring to action before she can cry again… her infamous ‘second cry’ was a habit she definitely got from you.

“Munchkin, just because he’s going away, that doesn’t mean you won’t get to have fun with him! We still get to FaceTime him, we can call him, and he can even fly us out to see him!”

There’s a short moment of silence as she sits and thinks.

“Mommy?”

“What’s up, darling?”

“Can I make dada a card and a drawing? To say that I’m sorry for saying something I didn’t mean to him?”

“I think that’s a great idea, baby! While you draw and decorate your card, I’ll go fix up daddy’s clothes,” you say in an upbeat tone as you grab some paper and pencils for her, folding a sheet in half to make the card. As you start to walk off to your bedroom, you hear your daughter speaks up again.

“Oh… mommy?”

“Mhmm, yeah?”

“Can you do the writing for me? I don’t want to mess it up…”

“You know, baby… I think it will be more special to daddy if you do it yourself. What do you think?”

“Okay, I’ll try my hardest!”

______

Shawn returns home just before dinner, it’s clear that he’s been crying for a few hours. The tear stains on his cheeks looking like they’ll never disappear.

“Hey, I, um… I got you some more of that cereal you used to eat when I was away, back when we were dating… you remember the one? I thought you might like it, but now that I think about it, it’s kind of stupid so-”

“Come here, Shawn,” your words are gentle, knowing that he’ll need it after taking a blow like that from the tiny girl who holds his heart in both hands.

He drops the shopping bags to the floor and rushes towards you. His arms wrap around your frame so tight that you stumble back in his grip a bit. He lets out a heart broken sob, the type you’d only heard from him when he’d had anxiety attacks in the past. So you held him like the fragile human he was deep down, cradling his head in your palm as you gently ran a hand over his back to comfort him.

“She said she hated me, I didn’t know what to do,” he mumbled into your dampened pyjama shirt.

“Shawn, I think you need to take a moment. Wash your face, babe, and then go see her in her room. She’s been working really hard on an apology since you left.”

He straightens up and wipes his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, quickly rinsing his face under the cold tap water and preparing himself to see his little girl again.

As he makes his way to her room, with you following at a distance as to not miss what was about to happen, he knocks gently on her door with his knuckle,

“Princess, it’s daddy. Can I come in?” Laughing softly at the small gasp that leaves her mouth as she whispers something to her toys.

“Come in dada!”

When he opens the door, his heart melts at the small tea party she has set up for the two of them. She stands on the opposite end of the room in her bright pink princess dress, as she gestures for him to take his seat, and so he does.

“Dada,” she starts. Her voice shaky as she starts to get upset again, but she pulls herself together before she continues. “Dada, I’m sorry for the nasty words I said. I didn’t mean them, and I love you so, so, so, so much.”

She reaches behind her to retrieve the plastic crown that her father has claimed as his own.

“You’re my Prince Charming, dada. I love you very much!” She races towards him, her puffy dress rustling as her tiny legs move her across the room. Once in front of him she leans  up to place the crown on his head, along with a sloppy, love-filled kiss on her father’s cheek.

After a little while of the two of them chatting over pretend tea, Shawn lets out a quick gasp.

“Oh! Stay right there, princess. I almost forgot something. You watch him run towards the kitchen and then to your bedroom to retrieve something, he catches a glance at your confused stare as he runs past you again with a bag full of god knows what.

“Elle, I did some thinking while I went on my drive. I was thinking about how you gave me your teddy so that you’d always be with me while I’m gone, so I decided that I want you to keep this one for yourself!” He says excitedly, as he pulls out the bright red hoodie your daughter had stolen earlier, the look of pure joy on her face makes every inch of your body prickly with goosebumps.

“And, just so that we have something extra special, I bought us these matching hoodies too. So, now we have something of each other’s, and something to share!”

The small girl leaps over the table and into her father’s arms in an instant. Her dress puffing up to her shoulders as she hugs her idol with every ounce of love she has.

It’s quiet, but you hear it. The sweet exchange that made your heart swell.

“I love you, Elle.”

“I love you, dada”

[13-reasons-ideas]

Finding Peace In Another Part 12

A/N Updating a day early because I have plans tomorrow night. Feedback is appreciated and thank you for reading. Not much else to say this chapter. Next week is a big one so hold onto your hats. Much love as always

In the weeks after Alex’s accident, I pulled away from people. I spent less and less time with Monty and my other friends. I spent time with Zach because we would regularly go see Alex in the hospital. Tyler Down came with us sometimes though he didn’t really say much to us. I saw Montgomery at school briefly in the mornings but we didn’t get much alone time together. If we did, it was when he snuck into my bedroom after another fight with his dad or if he fought with a kid at school. Our interactions became less about being boyfriend/girlfriend and more about me being his personal nurse. After Alex got out of the hospital I thought it would be better. I didn’t feel a need to spend all my time in the hospital sitting with him. Monty and I spent a little more time together but it was still tense and I was still more a nurse than a girlfriend. He was getting in more fights with people at school, so he needed patching up more than usual. I knew it was because he wanted to spend time with me and just didn’t know how to say it or explain his feelings. I tried to make time for him and have him over when I know dad was out of town- so more often than not- but what happened to Alex threw me right back to where I was with Jake. I felt horrible. Monty and I were having a quiet night at my place, watching a movie and hopefully some time in my bedroom. I tried to focus on the movie, but Alex was on my mind. “I can see the gears moving in your head Becks. Whatcha thinking about?” Monty asked, his hand resting on my knee.

“Hmmm? Oh nothing.” I said waving his question off.

“Uh huh. Did you want me to get your mind off of ‘nothing’ little one?” He leaned over and kissed my neck softly, his hand rubbing circles on my thigh. I moaned and leaned into him, letting my mind quiet for a few minutes as I crawled into his lap. I kissed him passionately and tangled my fingers in his hair. Before we could go any further, I got a text. I pulled away slightly to check it. It was from Alex. “No no baby. Just you and me right now.” Monty mumbled against my neck.

“I have to check it babe. It could be important. 5 seconds okay?” I moaned as I reached for my phone. I looked at the text really fast, Alex wanted to know if I wanted to go see a movie tomorrow night, typing back a quick ‘yeah sure. Details at school?’ I dropped my phone and went back to kissing Monty. “See? Fast.” He chuckled against my lips and pulled away, catching his breath. We finished the movie and he checked the time.

“Sorry babygirl, I have to go home. Pick you up tomorrow morning for coffee?” He asked as we walked to the door.

“Actually... I have plans after school so I’ll just meet you at school if that’s alright?” I asked, hesitant to say what my plans were.

“Okay, I’ll see you at school then.” He kissed my cheek and gave me a hug before leaving for the night. The next morning I woke up early and decided to take my time getting ready. I settled on a pink knee length dress  and a light denim jacket with some black converse. After curling my hair and putting on some makeup, I grabbed my things and stopped for a coffee on the way at Monet’s. I texted Zach and Alex to see if they wanted anything and got Montgomery his usual black coffee with two sugars. I sent him a quick text before I left the cafe so he knew to meet me sooner ‘grabbed you your usual, meet me in our spot before class?’ He responded a few minutes later ‘see you soon babygirl’ and I smiled as I got to school and parked. Making a beeline for our spot, I sat and waited for a few minutes until he arrived. “Hey gorgeous. I hear you have coffee with my name on it.” He said, taking the coffee and kissing my cheek. We talked for a few minutes before he asked me about my plans. “So, you have plans tonight? What are you up to?”

“Oh umm, just a movie with Alex. We haven’t ironed out the details yet. We were going to do that this morning or at lunch.” I looked down as I explained, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset. I saw him roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye and thought I heard him mumble ‘of course.’ under his breath. “I’ll let you know what time if you want to come by after?” Hoping that would make him feel better. Evidently it did not.

“No thanks. I’ll just go to Bryce’s or something. You hang out with Alex.” He said, an edge to his voice. He was mad. Oh boy. This isn’t good.

“Oh okay. I’ll uh... see you at lunch then?” I asked shyly.

“Sure. Thanks for the coffee.” He answered shortly. I felt him kiss the top of my head before he walked off, leaving me alone and hurt. I found Alex with Zach and Jess by his locker.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” I asked trying to get my mind off of Monty’s bitch fit. I handed Alex and Zach their coffees before turning to Jessica, “sorry. I didn’t realize you would be with us, otherwise I would have gotten you something too love.” I said politely to my friend.

“It’s cool. I’m just waiting for Justin and Clay to get here.” She said, understandingly.

“Did you want to meet me at my locker after school Alex? We can head to the Crestmont straight from here.”

“Yeah sure Becca. You ready for a super hot cripple date?” He joked back. I laughed out loud and nodded.

“You know it hot stuff. As long as there’s Swedish Berries included.”

“But of course, m’lady.” I checked my watch and saw that I had enough time to run to my locker and get to class before the bell.

“Gotta run, you coming Zach?” Zach nodded and we made our way to my locker, making friendly conversation on the way. Montgomery avoided my gaze when we arrived and didn’t contribute to the conversation Scott started having with me. This is going to be a LONG fucking day. By the time lunch rolled around I thought he might have cooled off. Evidently, he had not judging by how close he was talking with some sophomore cheerleader. Rolling my eyes, I made my way to where Zach was sitting with Alex and Tony. Tony raised his brow and whispered when I sat down “trouble in paradise?” I just made a disgruntled sound, indicating I didn’t want to talk about it. Thankfully, Jess and Justin walked over talking about something related to the math homework we had so I was saved from responding. I managed to avoid Montgomery for the rest of the day and met with Alex for our movie. After dropping Alex off at home, I texted Montgomery to let him know I was on the way home if he changed his mind about not coming over tonight. He didn’t reply. I got home and saw his Jeep in front of Bryce’s house. Awesome. I get to deal with hungover Monty tomorrow.I thought as I parked and entered my house. I texted him a quick ‘night’ and Alex a quick ‘just got home. Going to bed’ before shutting my phone off and setting my old alarm clock. If Montgomery wanted to have a shit fit and not talk to me, then two can play at that game.

[byunkinks]

Exposed: Wooyoung/Reader

Here’s a super late and kind of unfinished valentine’s day oneshot that I wrote for a friend. Thought it was worth posting nonetheless! Let me know if you think I should write more of it?

Dom!Wooyoung/Sub!Female Reader

Kinks: public sex (sort of), daddy kink

Wooyoung awoke you with a kiss on the cheek, snuggling up close to you. Despite being groggy with sleep, you smiled at your boyfriend as he curled up against you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” He said.

Your morning started off perfectly, with Wooyoung cooking your breakfast and picking out your outfit for you like he always did. Today he picked out a cute tennis skirt and a pink shirt, claiming it was for the holiday, but you had a feeling that the tennis skirt may have been more for something else.

“We just have to go out and get some things but then we can spend the rest of the day together, okay?” He said. “We can do whatever you want.”

“Okay!” You said, excited to spent your Valentine’s day with your boyfriend. You had a few errands to run, but you were excited to spend the rest of the day with him, hopefully watching cheesy movies and cooking dinner together. It would be perfect.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot. I have a little present for you.” Wooyoung said excitedly, disappearing into your closet for a moment and returning with a red box that had a pink bow. Impatient, you opened it quickly.

“I wanted to get something pretty for my babygirl.” He said as you saw what was inside-- a beautiful pair of pink panties.

“Wooyoung, you shouldn’t have, but I love them.” You said, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

As you were hugging him, he squeezed your ass through your tennis skirt, causing you to whine with surprise into his chest. “Call me daddy today, little one.”

Immediately, you felt smaller, aroused by how deep his voice had gotten when he said those words to you. Fuck, he was hot. “Yes daddy.”

“Why don’t you put those on for daddy before you leave, babygirl?”

You nodded, smiling softly and feeling excited that you got something so cute as your gift for Valentine’s day. “Of course, daddy.”

You went to remove your regular underwear, putting on the silk panties. They were super comfortable and you pulled up your skirt to check out your ass. In the corner of your eye, you could see that Wooyoung was watching you, and you made a point to bend down to adjust your pink sock, appreciating the sound he made as you did so.

“You look so fucking good, little girl.” He said, and you felt yourself flush with his praise.

“Thank you daddy. Are you ready to go?”

The car ride to the shops was fun, with the windows rolled down and music playing-- it was a sunny day for February, and you made a point to enjoy it, feeling adorable in your panties and your pink outfit. Wooyoung kept his hand on your thigh for most of the ride, which made your mind wander to what might happen later.

Arriving at the shops, the two of you began to go get your groceries. You were never the most organized shoppers and you found yourselves lost in the clothing section at one moment, you pointing out all the cute things, asking Wooyoung what he thought of the clothes. You also wandered into the toy section, your little self immediately squealing at the plushies, particularly a big, pink bear.

“Wooyoung, can we get it? Pleaseeeeee?” You begged, fluttering your eyelashes at your smiling boyfriend.

“That’s not my name, kitten.” He said, and you had to bite your lip to keep from making a small noise. You stepped closer to him.

“Daddy… Can we get the stuffie, please?”

“Of course, baby.”

As you two kept shopping, Wooyoung kept his arm around your waist. You enjoyed the sight of your groceries piled up around your new stuffie, which made you very happy.

The two of you were conversing normally about what groceries you still needed when you felt a buzzing in between your legs. You made a surprised yelp, gaining the attention of other people in the aisle, who brushed it off as you feigned hitting your knee. The buzzing got faster and stronger and you bit down a moan, staring at your boyfriend, who feigned innocence, his hand in his jacket pocket.

“Is something wrong, baby?” He asked an almost mean smile gracing his lips.

“N-no,” you stuttered, the now vibrating panties making you want to moan loudly-- the vibrating part was really situated just right to be hitting the most sensitive part of your clitoris.

Wooyoung came closer to you and whispered into your ear. “Can you keep quiet babygirl? Or are you too slutty?”

You weren’t sure, but didn’t want to be honest about that. “I c-can keep quiet, daddy.” You half-whimpered back.

“Good. Because if you make a single sound I’m tying you up and not touching you at all, tonight.” He said, his voice almost a growl.

As you tried your best to keep shopping, leaning on the shopping cart for the support you needed, almost stumbling as your boyfriend toyed with the power of the panties. You were getting wetter and needier by the second and it was almost impossible to keep in your moans.

Wooyoung knew so and did the rest of the shopping while you focused on keeping yourself standing and quiet, keeping one hand tucked in his pocket, toying with the concealed remote. That motherfucker.

When you were checking out, he turned it up to the highest volume possible, causing you to almost collapse despite being supported by the cart.

“Is she okay?” The cashier asked.

“Yeah, sorry.” Wooyoung said. “Sometimes she gets really bad cramps.”

The woman manning the register frowned. “Oh, I’m so sorry baby! I hope you feel better.”

“T-thank you.” You said.

Leaving the store, you were starting to shake from the intense stimulation. You quickly went to the front seat, collapsing as the vibrator kept driving you crazy. Your thighs were quaking and the knot in your stomach was wound tight. You could feel yourself starting to soak through your panties, and you ached.

Once Wooyoung had unloaded the rest of your things in the back of the car, he came to the other front seat, sitting next to you. “You look so wound up, baby.”

“Daddy--” you managed to whine out. You were so sensitive and you were starting to get really close. Wooyoung could tell that, and he reached into his pocket to switch off the vibrator. Despite you gasping with relief, you also immediately missed the stimulation. The edge left you soaked and desperate.

“T-thank you.” You said, closing your eyes as you leaned back on the headrest.

Wooyoung leaned close to your ear as he started the car. “Just you wait until later, kitten.”

[darkangelgirl017]

| Taemin | - Liking It

I stare at my apartment ceiling in boredom, I had absolutely nothing to do considering all my dramas were either finished or the next season was still being made...

My phone suddenly buzzed making me quickly grab it hoping it was who I thought it was, and... it was.

Unknown; Hey baby you look good today.

I suddenly glance down at my flowy shorts and baggy shirt and snorted.

Me; yeah right I'm wearing my comfy clothes.

Unknown; just the way I like it.., do you know why that is babygirl.

Me; hmm no amuse me.

Unknown; it means you aren't dressed to go anywhere.

Me; yeah I guess that's true.

Me; soooo when are you gonna show yourself to me???

Unknown; soon.

Me; ugh your so boring.

Unknown; wouldn't you know...

I turned my phone off before getting up and making my way to my mirror and grabbing my hair brush and brushing my hair.

I tugged off my shorts and put on a jean skirt tucking my baggy white shirt into it and putting on my white Adidas.

Who said I wasn't going anywhere.

I herd my phone vibrate, but I ignored it and grabbed my purse, shoving it into it while walking through my apartment, grabbing my list off the counter and proceeding to the door and locking it behind me before making my way down the stairs and getting into my car.

I drove to the grocery store and parked.

I walked into the store and grabbed a basket and hung it loosely on my arm like a purse.

I made my way through the store picking up various things to make dinner with.

I turned down an isle in the back that held the healthy snacks, where no one tends to go.

I made my to the other end only to be pulled back against a hard chest, scaring the crap out of me until I herd a voice that sent chills down my spine.

"I don't like being ignored babygirl..."

It was him, a man I didn't have a name or a face to put to him, yet he was right behind me.

I tried turning around, but his grip only tightened, I only got a glimpse of golden brown hair.

I groan frustrated, getting a chuckle in return.

"You know I'm surprised you aren't scared of me...

Cause you should be." He breath tickled my ear.

I rolled my eye before huffing out.

"Scared of you? No way, your the only form of entertainment in my life, plus all you do is fallow me around and send me texts every now and then."

He laughs at that making me hold my breath, hearing his laugh made my knees weak.

"What's your name..." I demanded to know, if he didn't give me answers soon, I might just go crazy... scratch that I already am.

"Only... if you promise to not EVER ignore me again." He snapped, making me get whiplash from his sudden mood change.

"Okay, I promise now tell me..." I whined.

Making him hum before he licked the shell of my ear and biting it before he whispered.

"Taemin." I finally had a name to this man who randomly started sending me creepy texts in the middle of the nights till later when he started to text me in the day.

I didn't realize till now, that Taemin's arms had left me and the footsteps were fading around the corner.

I quickly ran that way and as soon as I turned the corner I saw his golden brown hair walking away from me, his tall lean figure dressed completely in black, from head to toe.

I quickly went after him and as soon as i was about a meter away from him he turned a corner and picked up his speed, making me do the same, until I turned another corner finding he was gone.

I huffed, annoyed once again before quickly making my way to the register, paying for my stuff, and making my way home.

I pulled up to my apartment and took all the groceries inside, which wasn't much, considering I like to make fresh food every night.

I decided tonight he was gonna show himself one way or another, if he won't come out I'll force him.

I texted an old college friend and Asked if we could meet up tomorrow, smirking when he responded with a yes.

I was gonna make Taemin jealous beyond belief.

I finished making dinner and ate while watching a dumb movie my brain couldn't comprehend.

I soon got annoyed with the movie, shutting it off and dropping the remote on the table, making my way back to the kitchen and scraping the other half of my food in the trash considering I lost my appetite from being annoyed and that's been happening a lot lately. In fact I've been losing a lot of weight since this man came into my life. He always annoyed me.

I don't like being teased and that's what he did more than half the time.

I dressed in leggings and a tank top, throwing a jacket over top and zipping it up. I walked to the front door putting my Nike's on, putting in my AirPods in my ears, and slipping my phone into a zip up pocket on my thigh after putting it on my playlist. I open the door and locked it before putting the key in my other zip up pocket.

I turned and looked at the view raising my fingers up to see I fit three under meaning I could make it back just before nightfall.

I started running a little faster than I normally would, I wanted to blow my annoyance off and this is just how I deal with it on days the gym wasn't open.

I arrived just before sunset, just as I thought.

I pulled out my key slipping it into the lock and pushed the door open dropping my keys into the dish and slipping my shoes off neatly by the door.

As I walked towards my bedroom I made my way to the bathroom and took a shower.

I put on a large black t-shirt and under garments before making my way to my bed and slipping into it, flipping around for 30 minutes before a was able to fall asleep.

I woke to my alarm, 8:00am. Meaning I had to meet my friend in an hour.

I decided to wear blue washed skinny jeans, a bright red sweater tucked into them, and my bright red vans. I decided to braid the sides of my of my hair and down.

I herd my phone vibrate and I checked it.

Unknown; you look quite pretty a little too pretty to be staying at home...

I smirked before responding

Me; I guess your right.

I then slipped my phone into my bag and made my way outside locking the door behind me and making my way to my car and driving to the location I was meet my friend.

As I arrived I walked into the small coffee shop and seen few people, not many considering it was a weekend and it was 9:10am in the morning.

A boy in the back with dark hair stood up making his way towards me with a smile on his face.

Jaeyoon an old college friend who just happens to be gay but Taemin didn't need to know that...

We hugged each other.

"It's so good to see you! How have you been?" He questioned making me smirk.

"I've never been better than now." I told him backing up and smiling in which he returned.

We both ordered our drinks and made our way outside to walk to the mall which was just around the corner.

"So... why the sudden wanting to meet up?" Jaeyoon questions making me turn and look up at him, in which he was already look down at me.

"I need your help... but I can't tell you here." I mumbled lowly. He glanced around before meeting my eyes again and nodding I smiled.

"Trust me you'll like it, it's just up your alley." He seemed to smile at my comment as we made it into the mall.

I found a more open space before telling him about my plan in a much more similar way than saying I have a stalker and he won't show me himself for the life of me, but instead said there's this guy I really like he's gonna be here and I need you to help me catch his attention and make him jealous. At those words I've never seen a more evil smile in my life.

Me and Jaeyoon spent the whole day together, hearing my purse vibrate every now and again letting me know I had a notification which I chose to ignore to drive him crazy.

Right before I went, Jaeyoon and I hugged before going our separate ways.

I drove home and made my way up to my apartment door which was slightly cracked open...

I wasn't sure how to react. It could be Taemin, or someone completely different. I rolled my eyes before taking my chances and stepping inside, closing the door, and slipping my shoes off. Just as I turned away from slipping my shoes off I was slammed against the door as an angry but silky voice assaulted me.

"You think you can ignore me, hang out with you little friend, all touchy on each other and get away with it!" His words sent shivers down my spine and made me smirk as I looked up at his shadowed features.

"Do I really have to show you who you belong to, cause it looks as tho you forgot..." he bit my lip and moved his hands away from my shoulders to my neck, applying pressure, making it hard to breath.

I tried talking but his lips covered mine in a dominant violation. I responded making his hands loosen slightly around my neck as my hands ran up his chest and looped around his neck.

I pulled away father than needed considering he tried fallowing me.

"Today I asked my friend for a favor to help me out? In addition I got the exact reaction I wanted out of you..." I lowly say letting my breath touch his lips as I smirk. His eyes held confusion before he smirked as well.

"Your a naughty girl, getting under my skin like that..." he says wrapping me up in his arms and smiling down at me. Suddenly his smile disappeared and I was pushed back up against the wall with his knee in between my legs and his hands around my throat making me choke.

"You're not allowed to pull this on me ever again your mine and only MINE." He harshly bit out while I struggled out six words.

"I know and I'm liking it..."

[sweetmusingss]

"Alright, baby. You can text me later if you want. Good luck on your run and with your workout, though." I smile against your lips before getting comfy in my bed again when you pulled away. Normally, I would end up getting up out of bed when you left but since I had quite the headache and I was still tired, I knew I might be able to get a little more sleep. "See you later, handsome," I whisper, falling asleep again shortly after I heard you leave. I wake up about two hours later, making myself some breakfast after having some Advil. I felt my headache start to go away around lunchtime before I was curling up into my bed, deciding to just have a relaxing day in bed, watching some of your movies.

Seb goes on his run, going home to shower and then ending up on multiple calls and Zoom meetings, everyone trying to get stuff in place for his new role that was coming up. He doesn't have a chance to text you, the day totally getting away from him as he spent most of it on the phone and dealing with other people and his director. Finally, he was done for the day, heading up to your apartment and knocking before letting himself in. He felt bad that he barely talked to you all day, hoping you wouldn't be too upset. "Babygirl? You here?" He hears noise coming from your bedroom and follows it, heading into your room, smiling as he sees you in bed. "Do you not feel good, baby? Your hangover still bothering you?"

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Emma watches you carefully, unable to take her eyes off of you for more reasons than usual now. She could tell that you were avoiding her eyes and she knew that you definitely were hiding something from her. She knew that it was not all in her head. She liked to think that the two of you knew each other well enough to be able to read each other like that. However, she did not want to spoil anything if you were planning on surprising her in your own way. She decided to just let it go for now before looking back down at the menu. "Since we are thinking about that night that I made us dinner - you know, with the white wine and the sunflowers - I think I am going to go for the chicken parmesan," she smiled, remembering how she had cooked that night in an attempt to impress you. "I am sure it will taste better than mine did though," she laughed softly.

"Oh, Emma, it was amazing. It was the first meal you ever made for me and I loved it so much." I giggle, reaching over and holding her hand on the table. We go through dinner and I was trying to find the right time to bring up the letter, but the opportunity didn't come up naturally. I knew in my heart that she wouldn't get mad, but she also had the tendency to shut down sometimes when things were sprung on her and I didn't want that to happen either. Once we were done with dinner and had finished two bottles of wine, there was finally a lull in our conversation and I knew it was now or never and I couldn't leave this dinner without telling her. "Emma..." I wait for her to look at me, my fingers fidgeting with the envelope in my lap although I made sure she couldn't see it. "There's more to this dinner than just ending our trip here... I know we've been talking about our future a lot lately and I kind of took a leap of faith with what I'm about to give you. I didn't think it would happen so soon but it did and I know we planned for this to happen further down the line and not right now but I love you so much, baby, and I'm ready to start my life with you now. I don't want to wait anymore for our life together to start..." I had no idea how my words would sound like a lead-up to a proposal, seeing her eyes were widening as I was talking and I instantly felt even more nervous but I was too deep in now to change my mind. I stand up and walk over to her, looking down at her, pulling the envelope out from behind my back and giving it to her, wanting her to read the email that I just read earlier about being accepted into the same university as her.

[hayleyshorriblethoughts-blog]

Introductory.

I’m beginning this blog on a sort of impulse here which I do not wish to share just yet. I can assure however, if you asked me this morning if I were starting a blog on my “feelings”, I’d tell you to shove it. But here I am doing the exact opposite of what I feel is right all for the sole purpose of believing if I do not get all my emotional baggage off my chest in some way, I’m going to explode. (Shit that sounded intense didn’t it) And oh boy is there a whole crap fest going on in my head as I type this. Yes, just little old, insignificant me. With swollen red eyes and matted curly hair, typing on a blog post nobody will see or care to read. One thing to know for sure is that I’m absolute shit at writing. So it’s a real shame that it’s one of the only things I take joy in doing. I pray what I sit here writing isn’t too shoppy and incoherent to understand. But it’s alright though, nobody is really here reading this anyway. I can’t really blame you for it either.

Now onto the reason of me beginning this blog, you might think it’s a completely petty thing. And hey, we are all intitled to our own opinion. But this one seemingly petty thing may be stupid to some….but it means a great deal to me. Sometimes I wondering if my feelings are even valid, let alone valued. That’s aside the point. I’m getting side tracked again. I honestly don’t know where to begin. I guess it would be Monday. The first day of our spring break.

So anyways, that Monday I asked my good friend Jacob to go to the movies with me on Friday night and he said he would think about it. Me, I was naturally excited seeing as this is my first chance to interact with Jacob outside of school.

A particularly valuable detail to mention is that I have a raging crush on Jacob. I had been pining after Jacob for about 4 months. And endless late nights spent texting him, and the long hours spent flirting with him in band class generally turned us into really great friends. He had always initiated the flirting, so naturally I thought he would totally be down to come to the movies with me but I was sorely mistaken.

I’m pretty sure I, well, we, fucked everything up on Wednesday night. We were texting like any other time and it must have been about 2 o'clock I’m in the morning. We were just joking around and sending each other memes when suddenly he sends me a statically diffrent text it read,

Hey baby Girl what’s up. Naturally the only human reaction to your crush calling you babygirl, is to freak the fuck out. He advanced his flirtinting with me after that. All his innocent flirtations began morphing into something hotter, erotic even. I told him I liked it when he called me babygirl.

Then my kinky side took over and I called him “daddy”

And he seemed really fucking into it.

After that, it seemed only to fuel his fire. Figuratively speaking. He described all the stuff he wanted to do to me and I was both shocked and incredibly aroused by this.

It was long before we started, well, kind of role-playing? Idk if that’s what I would call it. It was basically us, describing what we would do to each other if we were there together. He told me how he’d fuck me and call me babygirl, and I was hanging on to every sentence he typed.

And then he asked me for nudes.

This is not as big of a deal as it may seem because I had already sent him pictures before. Just one time. And he had been my first and ofcouse he’d sent some back, but that was nothing like right now. Right now we were not just friends. Right now it was hot and Jacob was getting me all aroused with his words.

So I consented and sent him a picture of my chest.

Then he sent me a picture of his dick and I think I was more turned on at that moment than I’d ever been.

He obviously jerked off to my pic too. And something about that made me proud. Like wow I actually turned on a guy.

I went to bed that night feeling satisfied and happy. My last thought was probably 2 words.

Baby girl.

The next day I woke up late and attempted to get a conversation started up with Jacob so maybe we could talk about the nights past events but I could get no response.

I didn’t worry too much though, he was probably just busy.

But by Thursday night my anxiety has eaten a soccer ball sized hole through my stomach. And I still had no reply.

I finally got a reply around 12 ish and it was a short blunt text from Jacob saying that he was sorry he wouldn’t be able to make it to the movies on friday

My brain automatically jumped to a thousand conclusions of why he wouldn’t come. But I chalked it up to…

1.hes no longer interested because he got what he wanted, and he didn’t like what he saw.

I could shoot my self, I was so stupid. I felt and still feel like an easy whore. I should have never sent him pictures. I wanted to crawl in a hole and freaking die.

In an attempt to find some closure I texted my best friend of 5 years Sydney. I knew she would make me feel better. So I invited her to the movies instead. And I soon got a reply saying she couldn’t come because she was trying to save money. I quickly responded saying I would pay for her and pick her up but she still declined saying she was busy.

In an attempt to save my self esteem I stopped asking so I didn’t seem like a desperate loser, no matter how much it stung.

I felt bad because my mom has already bought tickets and she’s bought an extra for no reason. So I decided to call up, in a last resort, my cousin, Taylor. I lied to him saying my mom had ‘Accidentally’ bought an extra ticket instead of my other option which was to explain that nobody would go with me.

Keep in mind I already felt like shit about everything that has happened priorly. So, I was more than pleasantly surprised when he responded back enthusiastically that he would love to go. I smiled and thought to my self, wow. If there’s one thing you can rely on, it’s family.

I was mistaken yet again.

Nearly 2 hours later I was in the shower washing my hair in order to look nice for the nights event, when I heard my phone beep.

I quickly dried off before running to my phone. (I think a part of me was still holding out for Jacob)

It was Taylor texting me remorsefully about how he couldn’t come with because he would have to work extended hours at his job.

I felt sorry because he had been the only one who truly wanted to go tonight.

I told him it was alright and we could hang out some other time.

Later that night when I went to the movies with my parents I was feeling more than one emotion. I felt lonely. And like I wasn’t good enough or worthy of anyone’s company. I also still felt like a stupid whore so that didn’t help matters either.

My problems felt petty and insignificant, but they still consumed my whole being.

I couldn’t focus on the movie.

When I got home I sat on my bed wanting nothing more than to disappear into the dark lonely abiss that was my mind.

I checked my instagram instead.

Imagine my surprise when I see that my cousin Taylor had instead of working late, has gone fishing with his friends.

I couldn’t really blame him. I coudnt blame any of them. I wouldn’t want to hang out with me either.

I turned off my phone and went into the bathroom and cried.

Pathetic, I know.

But I can’t seem to stop fucking up.

My mom tried to hug me when I walked out. And I didn’t hug her back. She had done nothing wrong it wasn’t her fault I was a fucking idiot. She had been the one to buy the tickets and drive me there. And I pushed her away.

I was a fucking bitch. And I always make everything worse. I was screwing up every time I turned around.

Naturally my mom got pissed and she came into my room and yelled at me and I just sat there and took it because I knew I deserved it.

When she left I cried some more.

Now, I sit here, typing this god awful situation. I don’t even know what to say.

Oh that’s right, Welcome to my Blog. :/