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Drama

Alexander “Lex” Luthor x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1484 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Lex spoiling his secretary, and when it starts to become too much, the real reason for his gifts comes out

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It was no secret that Lex could be dramatic.

He had been for all that time that you'd known him, making it abundantly clear that he appreciated anything that made an impact. That didn't change when it came to you, not even as his assistant.

For as long as you'd been working as his personal assistant, Lex would make a point to catch you off guard with extravagant surprises. Whether it was sending roses to your house without reason or gifting you a gold bangle on your desk after a long day of work.

Nothing was too much for you, as far as he was concerned.

However, for you, it was much too extravagant, and you'd told him that on multiple occasions. It didn't matter what you said though, because the flow of presents never ceased.

It was highly inappropriate to accept such expensive gifts from an employer, you knew that, but it didn't matter what you said or how many times you tried to send them back. Lex wouldn't take no for an answer.

At this point in your career, you still couldn't believe it.

You knew that he could be dramatic but what you didn't realize when you started was that Lex was also incredibly stubborn. Maybe you shouldn't have been surprised, given the reputation his father'd had but it would have been a lie to say you weren't.

"What is this, Mr.Luthor?" you inquired, not even bothering to knock as you entered his office with a start. Your heels clicked on the hardwood as you approached, but you didn't pay that any mind.

All you could think about was the large box you were holding in your arms, doing your best to keep from dropping it as you moved. The beforementioned box was sitting on your porch when you woke up this morning.

At first, you naturally assumed that there had been a mix up and it wasn't meant for you. No one in their right mind would send you such a large box, you were sure of it. However, when you checked the label, you saw that wasn't the case at all.

Right there on the side of the box, was your name, scribbled in messy handwriting.

You may have missed it, discarding it as some kind of mistake on any other day. Luckily, it was the same handwriting that you'd been reading and rewriting since you were an undergrad. There was no way you could physically misunderstand.

As soon as it clicked in your mind that Lex had sent this, you sighed. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising to you. After all, knowing who'd sent it wasn't the problem. The problem resided inside the box, which when you opened it revealed a black cocktail dress. A black cocktail dress that was, most likely, more expensive than your monthly rent.

It was pushing the envelop, even for him.

You knew that you couldn't just let Lex spend that much money on you, especially with no good explanation. It just didn't make any sense, and would cause quite the uproar if the other members of the company found out.

There was no real reason for Lex to constantly try to buy you. He already paid you above minimum wage.

Frankly, there was nothing more that you could want that you didn't already have and you had to get him to stop. Money may not have meant much to Lex but it did mean a lot to you. There had to be someone else that he could spend all his money on, someone that he really cared about, for example.

You could only imagine how his father would react if he could see him now, blowing this much money on an assistant.

Lex only smiled at your intrusion into his office, grinning into his coffee cup.

He had been expecting you, albeit sooner rather than later. The male knew that as soon as he sent that package, he would be hearing from you about it. At this point, it was more than expected, as soon as you got his gifts.

However, your arrival was always welcome, even if he did wish that you would have come sooner. With a face like that, you could do anything you wanted as far as he was concerned, not that he would ever say that to you.

There was a thin line between flattery and harassment and Lex wasn't interested in crossing that. While he knew you didn't ask for his gifts, he couldn't help but send them. Speaking to you without upmost respect was a different matter entirely.

"You got my present" he beamed, getting an eyeful of the cloth hanging from your grasp now.

At your feet was the box, which you'd opened and discarded. Your focus was entirely on the black dress he'd bought, holding it out in front of you, clearly asking for an explanation. Though, Lex didn't have much of one for you.

He had went out specifically to pick it out for you, and he was sure that you would love it, just as the sales clerk at the boutique had assured him that you would. Lex just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you weren't happy about it.

At the look on his face, you sighed.

"Yes I did. Why would you send me something like this?" you wondered, gesturing the price tag forward. You still couldn't believe that he would spend so much on a dress, it was simply too expensive.

Too expensive for you, at least.

Lex seemed to forget one thing about you during all his shopping, and that was that you weren't anything more than his employee. You weren't friends, you weren't his partner, you weren't his girlfriend. There was no reason for him to shower you with so much of his wealth.

It was starting to get even more ridiculous than before.

The male seemed shocked at your comment, though you couldn't be sure if it was at the sentiment your words carried or the fact that you were asking in the first place. He'd bought it because he wanted to, of course.

However, rather than tell you that, Lex held his tongue. He knew that, while his quip was witty and clever, it wasn't going to make you feel any better than before.

"I thought that you'd like it" he shrugged, a look on his face that was rather genuine, albeit confused. As simple as it seemed to you, Lex really didn't seem to understand what he'd done wrong.

As far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong with a little gift giving now and then. Still, even though you understood that he meant well, you couldn't let Lex keep blowing his money so irresponsibly on you.

It was just too much.

"I do like it, but I can't accept it. You can't keep buying me all these expensive things, I'm just your assistant" you reminded, hoping that you could get through to him in some way, even if you were potentially crossing a line with your boldness.

It was rare for someone to talk to Lex like that, as he was pretty used to just getting his way and doing what he wanted all the time. However, he sat in silence for a moment or two, in quiet contemplation before speaking.

"You're fired"

Those two words left his lips rather quickly, shocking you. Naturally, you assumed that you'd gone too far and upset him in some way, but that wasn't it at all. There was no upset or malice in his voice, instead, he was smiling.

Almost as if he didn't just tell you something that you never thought you would hear.

"I'm fired? Why?" you asked, at this point accepting the fact that you had nothing to lose if this was, in fact, that last time you would be standing here.

It didn't make any sense.

You knew that Lex had never had a better assistant than you, and likely would never have another again, so it didn't make any sense that you two were going your separate ways after all this time.

Though, before you could completely panic, Lex cleared his throat. It was a strange action knowing Lex who wasn't one for subtle gestures, but you didn't say anything for a second. It was against your nature, but you held your tongue for a second to let him explain.

It couldn't hurt.

"Because it would be a conflict of interest to ask my personal assistant to have dinner with me, but if you aren't my assistant, then there isn't a problem with my gifts, is there?" he asked, thinking through everything all at once.

He was more than a few steps ahead of you, but when you stopped to think about it, he wasn't wrong. All that meant though, was that those gifts Lex loved so much weren't going to stop anytime soon.

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pepethehobbit · 4 years ago

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“What have you done?”

In honor of Nathan Bouts cutting his hair. RIP fluffy, wavy hair, you will be dearly missed. (Ao3)

Jens has been weirdly cryptic with his text messages the whole day, telling him he has a surprise for him later and that he shouldn't freak out when he comes over tonight. Lucas has no idea what to expect. There are no important dates coming up, no anniversaries or birthdays or any thing of the sorts. He knows, because he's been triple checking the calendar and it's not like they are pretty big on anniversaries anyways. It stresses him out a bit because he really doesn't like the loss of control that comes with surprises. Lucas likes to be prepared for everything, doesn't like not knowing what awaits him. Jens knows this and respects that even though he still, to this day, after two years of dating, keeps surprising Lucas with little gifts and random things that he claims made him think of his boyfriend. Lucas has come to accept those little surprises, cherishes them even. The look on Jens' face when he gives them over to him, poorly concealed excitement behind a mask of fake indifference, only because he picked up a stone that was shaped like a heart and wanted Lucas to have it. At the start of their relationship Lucas has been wary of this kind of affection, didn't quite know how to handle it. He wasn't used to this obvious show of appreciation, didn't know what it was like to be loved like this. The first few times his instinct had told him to refuse them, especially if Jens paid money for the gift but when he saw how Jens was quick to hide the disappointment behind his eyes he decided to ask him why he does it.

Jens looked surprised at the question and he kept his gaze on Lucas for a while, considering. But then he turned his face downwards, seeming bashful and nervous, not able to look Lucas in the eyes. “I don't know, I guess I just like to give you things that make you think of me. I want you to have them, because I thought you would like them and they made me think of you, too.” The answer swirled around in Lucas' brain, looking for any insincerity behind the words, he couldn't find any, just as well as when Jens locked eyes with him again and he saw nothing but genuine affection. That evening was the first time Lucas has said 'I love you' to Jens.

But even though he learned to love Jens little surprises, they usually didn't come with a warning, so Lucas has every right to be nervous as heck as he walks up the stairs to Jens' flat share. He has been wrecking his brain for what Jens could possibly be up to but nothing could've prepared him for the scene that reveals itself in front of him when Jens opens the door to the apartment. Lucas stops dead in his tracks, raises a hand to his mouth, open from the shock.

“What have you done?” At the quick look of disappointment that crossed Jens' face he knows that he maybe should have tried to dial down on the appalled tone in his voice. But the look on Jens' face is quickly restored with his usual confidence and he raises his eyebrows in a challenge. “You don't like it?”

Lucas says nothing but he finally crosses the last distance that separates them and slowly raises his hands to Jens head. Where he would usually find his fingers tangled in soft and almost curly strands of raven brown hair he feels nothing but the tingling sensation of a buzz cut. He can't stop staring at it, can't stop staring at Jens. He continues to get used to the new feeling of Jens' hair under his hands, having never seen Jens wearing it short. Lucas only knows him with his too-cool-for-you-skater-boy look. He realizes that he hasn't said anything when Jens clears his throat and his voice is void of all the cocky confidence from just minutes before: “Luc? Do you hate it?”

It's enough to shake Lucas out of his stupor and he focuses his gaze on Jens' eyes instead. He sees genuine worry behind them, as if Lucas' opinion was of the upmost importance. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips and to emphasize his next words he pulls Jens in by the back of neck where his hands had settled and kisses him firmly on the mouth, his hands exploring the unusual sensation of having nothing to tug on while he swipes his tongue over Jens' bottom lip, causing a breathy gasp and the opportunity to explore Jens' mouth even further. Lucas reluctantly pulls back after a few minutes and slowly opens his eyes to find Jens staring at him with wonder in his eyes.

“Jens, do you even know how hot you are?” Lucas asks in all earnest. Jens lets out a startled laugh with a lovely blush beginning to climb up his cheeks and Lucas takes his time to appreciate the spreading color on Jens' face. It doesn't happen very often that he makes Jens blush, usually it's the other way around.

“I take it you like it then?”

“Yes, I definitely like it. Don't get me wrong, I need to get used to this, I'm not used to having nothing to grab but I think I will manage,” Lucas replies with a smirk and there it is again, the little blush deepening even further.

“If I knew this is how you would react to me cutting my hair I would have cut it a lot sooner.” Jens seems to have regained his footing, continuing their flirting with an ease that comes with a comforting familiarity.

“I love you.” Lucas replies simply, unable to stop his smiling. Jens answering smile is full of fondness. He raises a hand and places it gently on Lucas' face, softly stroking his cheekbone and then pulls him into another kiss, much gentler and softer than the first. Jens doesn't have to say it back because Lucas feels it in Jens' soft press of his lips on his and in the tender movements of his fingers, still caressing his face. When he draws back, he simply grabs Lucas's hand and pulls him silently into the apartment and straight into the direction of his bedroom, forgoing saying hello to his room mates. Lucas faintly hears Sander calling after them, complaining that Lucas is ignoring his best friend, but with the way Jens is looking at him right now, he couldn't care less.

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disasterbotsstuff · 6 years ago

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The quite man.

This is more so a tale to express my feelings and gratitude to those who have showed me nothing but kindness and love since meeting them. I was lost a man with no direction but forward dealing with the boring and mind numbing ins and outs of my daily life. Wake up, eat, work, home than sleep. My daily routine for most of the day holding on to what shred of human interaction I had through my constant dealings at work but still deep in my heart my grasping and yearning for one of the most basic of human needs, friendship. Than one day a glimmer of light peered itself in the darkness through a little app on my phone. Knowing how many relationships can and have been forged online now a days so there I sat pondering to myself over some music and a smoke “Why not...nothing to loose right?” I spoke to myself as I accepted the invite to the group.

It was a different land for me in the beginning mostly met with slight one off greetings as the group already firmly in place went about their daily conversations. Feeling left out I sighed “I am not so sure about this...” I waited a little while longer to find my way into a conversation to let my voice be heard, a day..two and finally three passed before I finally reached to the only button I knew would help and bring my voice a little higher. The emoji button, so I clicked and waited. To me it is very easily the best form of communication given it’s very versatile and neutral stand point. Easy for me to get my message across and let the others know of my presence in the group no matter how small that presence might be. Weeks gone by in a flash feeling like lightning as I smiled looking to the chat finally I felt like I truly did belong in the group. A genuine smile was gained which was something I have not done in a very long time. Smiling was very foreign to me over the past the few years since I have done very little of it.

Seeing a small group gathering in a phone call I struggled with the idea of joining in on the conversation being had in the group. My finger was shaking very badly like a freezing shiver being sent in full force to my finger alone. I finally exhaled and hit the icon to join in on the call, my finger quickly hit the mute button to keep my voice still as silent as when I first joined the group, hearing all the fun and laughter being had between everyone in the call made me laugh and smile as well hearing how close and friendly everyone was. Even greeting me although I truly only spoke with a few words or just an emoji to convey my feelings.

There was finally a breaking point for me in the group when I was finally called out. Not in a bad way mind you but in a fun way. I was given a nickname to match the chat room I most frequented at the time as well as my simple form of communication. It was the most fun I ever had up until this point of joining the group lots of banter back and forth with some playful emojis to boot until finally I saw my name change in the chat room. It was something that tugged at my heart strings, finally seeing that I finally and truly was not only accepted but belonged as well.

The days gone by still using my most basic form of contact in the server opening up little by little each day but mostly sticking to my emoji form of contact which to me was just not only easier but something I truly enjoyed using. The happiness gained in this group I joined on impulse was possibly one of the best things I ever could have done. Every day I leave with a smile seeing my friends playfully bantering and doing out thing to ensure we at least keep the spirit of the group alive and well but also knowing that we are all loving friends who care deeply for each other. I spend the days eyeing the group from afar talking to my friends gained from the group even outside the group especially one in particular who not only is incredibly fun to talk to but is very sweet and kind as well.

Another of these friends is the one who gave me my nickname in the group and for that I joke with him for it but in the end I couldn’t be happier for your help in cementing my feet to the ground in the group and really making me feel like a member and a friend from the bottom of my heart I can’t thank you enough for that. For all my friends I would take a bullet for them and give them the very shirt off of my back but with you it’s different with you I feel like you would lean against my back with your own firearm to fight back along with me a man as the military might say that I would gladly share a foxhole with,

Oh and how could I forget you, the kind and sweet bubbly gal who talks with me the most frequently outside of the group. Every single day I speak with you makes me a very happy man. You are always so bubbly and happy when we speak and you share my emoji love as well which is always an added bonus for me. I love speaking with you very much everyday and even if we don’t talk I understand that real life can get in the way but just know that you are loved and that from the bottom of my heart I thank you for keeping me company throughout the day, I wish you happiness beyond your wildest dreams and that you get everything out of life that you want!

Next up is a very playful and very talkative gal, one who I have become very attached to. Her personality, her kindness and her beauty know no bounds, easily one of the most liked among the group, going out of her way to smile and greet any new comers to the group. A playful gal who I feel a strong bond and connection with so much so that I would lay my life down for her in an instant without a second thought to pass through my mind. I watch from afar to see your happiness and often hug you but every hug and smile I see from you helps me through my day knowing you are happy and cared for brings me more joy than I can ever hope for. I have been affectionately become your body guard in a sense and for me it is the most highest honor that I could ever receive. Some days I feel I do not deserve such a title. Pulling up my shield and blade watching you ride into the sunset atop your steed as you smile back to me makes me eternally grateful and gives me the strength to keep going and try my best to make you as happy as you have made me becoming one of dearest friends, with that all I can really say is that I love you deeply and hope that everything in your life from your goals to your hopes and dreams come true. I will be by your side holding tightly my shield to defend you and remain along side you to not only protect you but to love you as well.

Finally the man I can say has my heart, a man I love very much who never stops making me laugh and smile. His actions and his words resonate in my heart deeply very deeply and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I would hold tightly in my arms in a heartbeat. I have nothing but the upmost love and respect for you and everything that you do. You are truly an amazing man even if someday’s you may not feel like it remember that a body guard serves not only his master but those he deems worthy of his shield and blade, For you my dear friend you have not only earned these services but also my heart in the end. I can’t thank you enough for being so kind to me and showing my such kindness and making me laugh every single day I see and hear from you. Every single day I smile when I see you having fun in the group and talking and helping me break down my last bit of wall I hide behind. You are truly a great man who I see as a wonderful human as stated above to the others I wish you nothing but the best in your life and that all your hard work pays off in the end. I can only be so much online through voice calls in which I hardly speak much and emojis but know this. If there was any man on this planet I would love to share a drink with, dinner with, a bed with it would be you first and foremost. From the very pit of my heart and soul I love you and hope that these words resonate with you as well as they do with everyone else. I am always here and I will always be here for you.

I love each and every single one of you so dearly that I swear typing it out just hardly does it true justice to how I feel for you lot. My body is your shield and my heart will forever and always be yours. If I were to pass suddenly without warning I want you all to know how much you truly mean to me. I may not say very many words in the group and speak mainly through emojis but my heart and soul have been happily filled with your kindness and love as well. I hope to you all I mean as much as you all mean to me. I said it many times before but I will say it again my dearest friends. I love you all so very much.

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sxckmycockinessss · 7 years ago

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I married a narcissist.

Krista,

I would like to begin by clarifying that since day one, I had the upmost respect for you and the person you thought you wanted to be. I referred to you as Kris and used he/him/his pronouns. I educated friends and family about your transition and supported it 100%. This may be “petty” but after realizing how little respect you have for me, I will refer to you as Krista.

I like to think of you now as nothing more than an illusionist. A narcissist? Sure. A sociopath? Absolutely. Honestly, I’ve used worse words to describe you. I’ve come to the conclusion that more than anything, you are a sad, pathetic, illusionist. You can trick someone into believing you really love them. It’s an effortless game to you. I thought I found something real. Your charming ways reeled me in from the beginning. What I found wasn’t real, I discovered nothing more than a monster. The worst kind of soul. The fucked up part about it all is that you aren’t the least bit remorseful. You’ve shown no sympathy or empathy whatsoever.

I moved to Virginia from Texas for love. That’s all. I chase love and I would do anything for someone I really care for. That makes me naïve but I know and accept that about myself. I can get heartbroken, bounce back and open my heart for someone else. I love to love. I love to be in love. I love giving the love I have yet to receive. I am a giver by nature. That is my Aries spirit. You knew this about me. You supported my move to Virginia for your own selfish gain. You were so conditioned to a certain privileged lifestyle; why not bait someone into marrying you? Sadly, you don’t have an ounce of love in your heart and you chose the right one, me. I am a naïve, care-free, loving young woman. You became my so-called “best friend”. This was the perfect formula of your next victim. You needed someone you could smartly convince to do and be anything for you. You’re a parasitic vampire. You suck and drain what you need from your unfortunate victims and leave them high and dry.

You and I are both well aware of the things that happened in our relationshit whether you choose to admit to it or not. It happened. I have proof. I lived through it. You can act like it didn’t happen. You can change the story. You can taint my name. I’ve accepted the fact that your family will always choose your side and they may never know what you did to me. They could be blaming me for all I know and that is okay. I know the truth and so do you. You will have to live with it for the rest of your life. So let’s recap, shall we?

Our journey began back in Sept/Oct 2015. There were miles between us, you were in Pensacola and I was in San Antonio, but we confided in each other and began building a relationship. I was going through a break up and you told me you were going through a divorce. We started talking every day, we talked on the phone and texted each other a lot. A couple weeks in, you decided you wanted to reconcile with your wife. I was hurt but I understood. It was bad timing for the both of us. I was okay with it. I did my thing in Texas and you did whatever in Florida. I was healing myself, getting more into my practice and I had my independence. I was fine. I was happy. I was even in a relationship by Feb/March of 2016. There were times you reached out to me; I remember distinctively in June 2016, you sent that “I miss you” text. I informed you I was in a relationship and didn’t want to talk to you. A couple months later, let’s say September 2016, I start thinking about joining the military, more specifically, the Navy. I talked to Sydnee first. A couple weeks later, I reached out to you about it. I learned that your divorce had just been finalized in August 2016. You sounded better and I was happy for you. I thought maybe this was our time. I have to acknowledge the fact that you went as far as making a trip to Kentucky for some little girl before it was even finalized. You talked to a couple girls before you got to me. I should’ve known then what kind of person you are but I didn’t want to hold that against you at the time. So, poor, desperate Krista thought that this was the ideal opportunity to reel me in. You asked me to call you and you knew you had me. Krista, you have a way with words and you are well aware of your skill. You are so gifted with the way you can get into someone’s head and fill it with lies. That power alone makes you dangerous. It makes me nauseous and disgusted to think that this was the kind of person I was going to spend the rest of my life with and do anything for.

I like to believe that I really got to know you before moving out here. Obviously, I was mistaken. That was just another one of your devious strategies to pull me in. After my visit in October 2016, I decided to stay and that’s when the “real” Krista came out. Then again, was that really you? Do you even know who you really are? I uprooted my entire life for an illusion. I believed in this illusion. I believed in you and I believed in this relationshit. Lies. Smoke and mirrors. That’s what I received in exchange for my genuine love. You lie so much you start believing it. You filled my head with stories, maybe fantasies. You even told me you used to drive for the Cartel and you’ve killed people before. I never believed these fairy tales you came up with. I rarely entertained it. You believed it though and I listened. I would ask myself questions and nothing you ever told me would add up. That’s when you’d get angry.

I was officially moved in with you in November 2016. Chelsi had moved out and blessed us with our own space. That’s when it all started to unfold. We fought. A lot. Our communication sucked. Let me remind you why we fought so much though. Sareena. She was the main reason. I would even ask you if you had enough time to get over her. Your response was always the same. You had your time, your relationship had been over for months, you didn’t care about her, she was crazy, she used all your money, she cheated on you and you didn’t want anything to do with her. More lies. We would get into screaming matches about this girl. You hated being confronted about her. You were so defensive. You would get so angry that you would punch the walls, slam the doors, drive off, and there was one time you kicked and broke the bottom of the bedroom door. Not even a month later in December, you were putting me out of “your” house. You threw all my belongings on to your bed, told me to get the fuck out of your house, told me you were done, and you didn’t give a fuck. The best part? You called your dad to send you money to send me on my way. You came back home and threw $300 in my face and wanted me out. You watched me pack all my things into my car and did nothing but sat there in silence and changed all your passwords to your phone and computer. That was clearly more important to you. (You always resorted to doing that. Evidently, material things meant the most to you.) This all happened because I asked you about Sareena. To me, something didn’t add up. Instead of owning up to the truth, you made me feel like I was crazy for even asking that. You made it a point to make me feel stupid, worthless, and like I was nothing. I was crazy for putting things together and catching you in your lies. You made Sareena out to be this bitter, psychotic, ex-wife that wanted to ruin us. When all along, you were talking to her and telling her you missed her and that I meant nothing to you. I don’t know Sareena well but I don’t believe she is as bad as you make her out to be. She is probably damaged from the lies you fed her. You were in fact, stringing her along while I was in Virginia living with you with a cheap ass Wal-Mart ring on my finger. You know it and I know it. You never wanted to end any contact with her. You made me look like a complete idiot sticking up for you and telling her off when all she ever told me was the truth. She basically warned me and I chose your side. Unfortunately, I accepted your fake apologies and had sympathy for your pitiable cries. By the way, you are a great actress. You fooled me for the most part.

I should’ve been done with you at this point. We had a toxic relationship that was going nowhere fast. I ignored all the red flags, I ignored the signs, I ignored my deepest intuition. On January 12th 2017, we got married. The universe was probably looking at me like WHAT. THE. FUCK. At one point, I genuinely did care and love you. It showed. I fell for a monster and her wicked games. I’m a smart woman and it took a while to accept the whole “husband works and wife stays at home” thing. I was raised to be independent and I never agreed with fully allowing you to “take care” of me. I hated the idea of someone paying my bills and buying my love. At the same time, I was now someone’s wife. I wanted to be a good little “Stepford” wife. We started planning our fall October wedding while keeping our marriage a secret. I didn’t realize it then but, I was slowly beginning to lose myself into you. I quit my job in February 2017. I hated it and was planning to look for something else. At the time, your mental health issues were priority. There were times I had to leave work because of you. I quit work to be available 24/7 for you. It’s crazy that I was ever called selfish in this relationshit. I always put you before myself and did anything in my power to try to help you. I was an obedient housewife. When I started to bleach and color my hair, THAT WAS A DEFINITE CRY FOR HELP. I broke my hair off and pushed it to its limits. It helped to keep my mind off things while I wasn’t working in a salon. I was so wrapped up in caring for you and trying to heal you that I lost myself. I was good for posting fake happy pictures on social media. I pretended that I was fine and that my relationship was fine because in reality how embarrassing is it to share that I was putting up with all of this? I couldn’t tell my friends or my family anything because I whole-heartedly believed that what happened in our marriage stayed between us. I let a lot of things slide with you. I started ignoring the things that wouldn’t add up. I tried my hardest to believe you and trust in you. Little did I know, I was only digging a deeper hole for myself. I started drinking more to numb the fact that THIS was my married life. I am grateful for essentially saving myself and leaving when I did. I only regret not leaving sooner but that’s okay.

We moved into our new townhome in July 2017. Later I found out that it was always just “your” house. It was never mine. This summer was full of lots of beach trips, pool trips and we can’t forget our numerous trips to Florida. You kept me from seeing my family in Texas. There was always some excuse of why we couldn’t go but we always made time to see your family in Florida. I digress. Your townhouse was amazing but let’s not forget who turned it into a home. You were spoiled. We had everything we could ask for. You always came home to home-cooked meals, a clean house, clean laundry and Isis was always taken care of. I would set up baths for you and even put in a lot of effort into fixing our marriage by doing a lot of little things to help you through your depressing times. I was your faithful servant. It was your home, your phone, your furniture, your everything. I allowed myself to be easily controlled. You knew you could hold that over my head and rip it away from me whenever you wanted. You fed off of this. Sick fuck. You threatened me so many times. You ensured I knew who the fuck you are, what you were capable of and that I am nothing without you and the things you could provide for me. What kind of “man” treats their wife like this? I had nothing to my name besides my car and my belongings from Texas. And you knew this.

In August 2017, our relationship only continued to get worse. I knew it was time but I had a lot to think about. You told me it was my decision to move here. You were right. I found it funny how you could throw that in my face yet, you were crying and begging me to stay at the airport when I was about to go back home. I. HAD. NOTHING. I didn’t even have a bed. One night after going to bed late cause we were up arguing, you were sleepwalking. I was awake, I couldn’t sleep. When you got up, it scared me. I was scared for my safety because you were already at the point where you’d hear and see terrible things. WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD’VE HAPPENED HAD I NOT BEEN AWAKE?! I didn’t know how to help you anymore, you were only getting worse. I’m not a professional and that’s what I believed you needed. I wanted you to admit yourself to Portsmouth. Krista, I was genuinely worried about your safety as well as mine. But surprise, surprise, after waking you up from sleepwalking, we got into another heated argument. I recorded the things you said to me. It was time to start protecting myself. I only had myself. You said, “if you’re here by the time I get back, we’re going to have some serious problems.” I didn’t respond to anything you were saying. I sat there, quiet and just took it. You asked for the ring back and wanted me out. It wasn’t any different from our other fights. I continued to take all this mistreatment from you. It did detrimental things to my mind, body, and soul. I started to believe awful things about myself as a result of the words I let you feed into mind. I’m not a perfect person, I never claimed that. I contributed to fights by yelling and cussing. I know my communication skills suck. I know I can be mean as hell. Do I believe I deserved any of this? Absolutely fucking not. No one deserves this. The icing on the cake was when you decided to pack up and leave for just about three weeks. You left out details of your whereabouts like where you were going and who you were with. I knew you didn’t respect me before but this really sealed the deal. You told me about some guy friend you were staying with which was another lie. You had made new friends, Nicole Preston and Samantha. You went out, did what you wanted and expected me to be home when you were done. I found messages between you and a girl you used to fuck named “Devon Taylor” but at that time I was on my way to moving on. You left me abandoned and neglected at “your” house. When all this started happening I was in the first week of my new job. Without your financial help and sense of concern, I started working my ass off. There were days I worked 10-13 days in a row. I barely had an appetite, I was losing weight and replacing food with alcohol. No one really knew that though. By August 24th, I dusted myself off and moved on. I was beginning my healing journey. I got home from work one evening and you were there. My anxiety was on 10. I tried to avoid being home when you were there. You were always drunk and smoking hella cigarettes in your room. That night, you referred to me as your wife and wanted to talk to me, hold me and be around me. I was disgusted. I wasn’t falling for it at all. You were drunk and desperate for my attention. You tried to block me from leaving the house while trying to make me talk to you. At this point you were telling Devon that I was nothing but a crazy bitch. After all I put into this relationshit, that’s how you would refer to me to your next victims. There was definitely a pattern here. You would taint my name to make yourself look good to whoever would listen. That was the last straw for me. I had to get out of the house. I didn’t feel safe anymore. Luckily, I was able to move in with generous friends. They took me in their home and out of a bad situation. I could never thank them enough for that.

So by the end of August, I had an amazing support system, I had my job, my things, my car, a place to stay and a new found love. Things were looking up for me. There was only one thing holding me back and that was divorcing you. After being informed about you abandoning your wife and withholding BAH from me (money you wouldn’t have if we weren’t married), Fleet&Family suggested I try to get a hold of your sorry ass chain of command. I learned very quickly that the Navy looks out for their sailors no matter the circumstance. I took our case to family advocacy and they were no help. Apparently our case didn’t meet the requirements to be further investigated. Cool. I used all of my Navy resources, spoke to legal assistance and spoke to so many different people but in the end nothing was done. No one was hearing me or trying to help. I had a property settlement/separation agreement from legal assistance, it was my right to ask for spousal support. You didn’t agree and refused to sign it. I took it to court and you didn’t show up. Apparently, you couldn’t find the correct courtroom. You made sure to call me that morning and let me know you weren’t trying to fuck me over. You told me you would go ahead and file for divorce in Florida and pay for it so I didn’t have to worry about it. I was stupid to trust you with that. I wanted to give up. Eventually, I did. I started focusing on how blessed I was to have my support system, Chelsi, and my job. I have them to thank for getting me through this and being there for me. A few weeks later, in December 2017, you resorted to disrespecting me and calling me names. Not surprised. All I asked was if you had filed yet but, you were so upset that Chelsi was in my life. It killed you to see me happy, flourishing and growing in love with her. I realized how much time I wasted by trusting you to take care of the divorce.

It’s a whole new year. January 2018. I took matters into my own hands. This divorce was long overdue so I began the process all by myself here in Virginia. It was stressful but I knew it was going to be well worth it in the end. It is now the last week of February 2018 and GUESS WHAT?! I’m finally getting my divorce! It has been a long, stressful and emotional ride. The universe has been looking out for me and my support system.

With all this being said, I just feel sorry for you, Krista. I always will. You are a coward. You never had the courage or decency to admit you were talking to Sareena yet, I’m a hoe for being with Chelsi. Funny. You were playing me from the start, we both know that. You married me for your own benefit. There was never any love or care from you. You couldn’t even tell me you were out of the Navy and on your way to Florida when you still had unfinished business here in Virginia, like I don’t know, your divorce? Speaking of Florida, I will always cherish your mother’s way of trying to make me feel accepted into the Whitaker family, how she supported us financially at times and especially how she pretended to care about my feelings. What I will always remember about Ms. Joanna is how she jokingly said I got married to get my green card. FYI, I was born in our nation’s capital, Washington, D.C. This may be a shock to most people but I am 100% American. I didn’t entertain her ignorance then and I won’t start. Anyway, thank you Ms. Joanna and the Whitaker family for the fun outings we had in Florida. I did appreciate them and the financial help.

Krista, good luck in life. Lying your way to the top and out of situations seems to work well for you. You only survive by preying on young women. Your form of enjoyment is breaking them down and re-molding them into who you want them to be. Fortunately, I escaped before it was too late. I was hurt. I was sad. I was depressed. I stopped taking care of myself. More than anything, I was angry for allowing this to happen. I’m still working through the motions, repairing what you broke. Don’t get it twisted though, YOU DID NOT BREAK ME DOWN. I left before giving you that power. I know not giving you that power hurt you to your core. I was raised to be resilient and rise up with my head held high when I get knocked down. I do have to thank you though. Without you, I wouldn’t have met great new friends or reconnected with old friends. I’m living closer to my family than I ever have. In fact, you introduced me to the real reason I moved here for. Chelsi has been patiently assisting me in my healing process. She has been nothing but a true blessing after you. She couldn’t even believe all the things that happened behind closed doors. To be completely honest, it should’ve been her. It was always her but the universe felt like I needed to learn a lesson. So we shared a drunken kiss March 2017, cry me a river! We stopped having sex, you wouldn’t even look at me like you were attracted to me, and all we knew how to do was put each other down. Even then, after we kissed, I cut her off and told you about it because I saw it as cheating. But what were you doing to me throughout our entire relationship? Oh okay. No regrets. The universe was working on bringing Chelsi and I closer together. I am not ashamed to admit that I enjoyed that kiss and I felt something for her then. My dumb ass stuck by your side though and tried gaining back your trust. I digress. I’m not perfect. I made my mistakes. This marriage was sadly the biggest mistake I ever made. The universe did bring me to Chelsi under the most trying circumstances. I guess God & Goddess really do have a sense of humor. I knew it was her when I first moved here but I was wrapped in this relationshit. Anyway, I learned my lesson. I learned so much from this “marriage”. I can’t bring myself to regret any of it though. I was in love. I would still do anything for love. I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I’m being shaped into a force, only growing better and stronger. I am happy with where I am at in life. Even though this experience put me back in therapy, I am a step closer to fully healing from it all. You didn’t win, Krista. You didn’t get to keep me. YOU DID NOT WIN. I will learn to forgive you, eventually. For now, I’m choosing to let go of your entire existence.

A huge round of applause for the illusionist. And a huge thank you for introducing me to my blessing and surrounding me with amazing, loving, caring friends. They continue to support me through all of this. I will always be grateful for the people that enter my life to teach me things and open my eyes, including you. I wish you peace, love and light. I wish you the ability to let love into your heart. Goodbye, Krista.

- Kiara Avila

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harry potter themed asks

i’m doing these just bc

Acromantula: Worst fear/phobia? dying alone lol

Ashwinder: Have you ever had a really bad burn? Where? one time on my thumb because i was an idiot and stuck my finger in those cigarette burners in a car when i was younger

Basilisk: What experiences have you had with snakes? no positive and no negative?

Billywig: Would you rather be able to levitate or be consistently giddy? be able to levitate dude

Blast-Ended Skrewt: What creatures would you breed in order to make a brand new hybrid? could i make like a golden retriever pegasus hybrid

Bowtruckle: Do you have attachment issues? i’m either clung to you or i keep my distance. there is no in between

Bundimun: On a scale of 1 to Bundimun infestation, how clean is your room? it’s like....a 7/10, 10 being rlly clean

Centaur: How connected to nature are you? i love nature especially in the fall, but summer count me out bc i don’t like to sweat or be eaten alive by bugs

Chimaera: Would you rather have lions head or a dragons tail? dragon tail

Clabbert: How good are you at sensing a bad situation coming? i have the best gut instincts

Demiguise: How wise are you? i’m no dumbledore, but i can sling out some advice and preaching when need be

Diricawl: If you could teleport to anywhere in the world where would it be? new orleans or paris

Doxy: Have you ever been mistaken for anyone? yes. i always get mistaken for this girl at work which isn’t even an insult bc she’s prettier than i am

Dragon: What is something you horde? old journals

Erkling: What is your favorite dark fairytale? i’ve always really liked rumplestiltskin

Erumpent: How would you attract a mate? just put out some positive energy and hope someone vibes with it

Fairy: What’s one physical feature you take really good care of? physical feature??? i guess like i do my makeup frequently so maybe my face and i have a pretty good skincare routine

Fire crab: If you had a gem encrusted shell what would it look like? rubies on some sort of pretty yet simple looking shell

Flitterby: What’s a tune you always find yourself humming? either some drake song or something really jazzy

Flobberworm: Have you ever felt as useless as a flobberworm? very frequently

Fwooper: Have you ever sung so much that your friends/family have threatened to kill you? who hasn’t

Ghoul: Is there something you do that really annoys people? i feel like i complain a lot

Giant Squid: Favorite Hogwarts creature? hippogriff

Glumbumble: What’s something that makes you really melancholy? thinking about the past and nostalgic things

Golden Snidget: Google “Ancient Sports Facts” and tell us the one you find most interesting, first olympic games in greece? lol

Graphorn: If you were one of the last mating humans in existence who would you want as your mate? jake gyllenhaal or lana where are u

Griffin: If you could chose a creature as a guardian, which one would it be? a buckbeak or a dobby

Grindylow: What’s something about the ocean that scares you? when you can’t see what is below you

Hippogriff: Who is someone you have the upmost respect for? just anyone who is genuinely nice to people, but i can’t really think of anyone specific? maybe someone generic like ghandi or even i think michelle obama is so regal and intelligent and i admire that

Horklump: Do you like mushrooms? no

Jarvey: What is your favorite comeback? i often reply with “you’re a ____” if someone says something i take what they say and say it back. idk

Jobberknoll: What would be the last thing you say before you die? deuces

Kelpie: If you could take any form what would it be? an owl aw

Knarl: How touchy about food are you? i’ve always had a weird relationship w it, but i love it lol

Kneazle: What do you think about cats? so cute i want 100

Leprechaun: How Irish are you? i have one of the most generic irish last names on the planet

Mackled Malaclaw: What’s the most unlucky thing that’s ever happened to you? i can’t think of something specific honestly. weird things always happen to me

Manticore: If you could chose one of your body parts, when touched, to cause instant death, what body part would it be? uhhhhh my back or something. i hate having my back tickled

Merpeople: On a scale of “Out of Water to In Water”, how good is your singing? i suck

Moke: Would you rather shrink at will or grow at will? shrink at will so i could hide

Mooncalf: How adorable are you? the cutiest

Murtlap: Are you a biter? in a sexual manner? sometimes?

Niffler: What’s your favorite shiny thing? i love crystal necklaces

Occamy: Were you a fussy child? no

Phoenix: Do you believe in reincarnation? yes

Pixie: Do you like play tricks on people? no

Pogrebin: Have you ever been followed by someone before? no

Porlock: Have you ever been horseback riding before? no

Pygmy Puff: What is the cutest animal in your opinion? dogs, any dogs, my dog :-)

Re'em: If you could have super strength for one hour what would you do with it? arm wrestle? idk wtf

Runespoor: Are you a planner, a dreamer, or a critic? all of the above

Shrake: Do you enjoy fishing? no

Sphinx: What one question would you want answered most in the world? what happens after death

Streeler: Would you, given the choice, make your skin change color every hour? no

Swooping Evil: In what way are you often misunderstood? people often think i don’t care or i’m fine which annoys me

Tebo: If you could make yourself invisible, what would you do? disappear for a while

Thestral: Whose death has shaken you most in the last year? idk like robin williams if that was even in the last year

Three-Headed Dog: What’s something you guard with your life? idk i’m just very fiercely loyal to a select few

Troll: What’s one really stupid thing you’ve done? everything i do is stupid tbh

Thunderbird: What’s your favorite type of weather? sunny, breezy, high 70s

Unicorn: Are you a virgin? no

Werewolf: Is there something about your life or yourself that you can’t control? i feel like i can’t control anything

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