#she couldn’t get ahold of me and i was like i have a bf and she was like so what 😭

[songtwo]

guys i think it’s time i come clean. i accidentally cheated on my bf for like 2 seconds last week at a party while my friend was throwing up in the bathroom and her friend was holding her hair and i was there for emotional support and suddenly she turned to me and held my hair and kissed me 😭 all this while he was waiting outside and my friend was still throwing up

[eunjidrabbles]

hello ^^ have you seen 2yoo's cover of "mood"? I'm currently crushing on boyfriend!yoohyeon bc those fits get me every time >< if I may, could I request a yoohyeon scenario where fem!reader just got off a toxic relationship, and yooh treats her the way she actually deserves? yooh and reader are best friends but yooh has been in love with reader ever since. kinda inspired by the song but changed it up a bit hihi lots of fluff maybe? thank you!

hello I was that anon who requested for the bf!yoohyeon scenario. I just realized how my choice of words (ehem boyfriend ehem) could've been offensive or off-putting to you or anyone, so I apologize for that. I didn't know how to describe it better, but I hope what I meant was understandable ? Perhaps, I was meaning dom gf yoohyeon or something. I'm really sorry if I caused any misunderstanding. Thanks for your time and I hope you have a great day!

Mood

(Don't worry anon, I get it, I think. I hope I got this right 💜 I have seen the cover and it got stuck in my head for a good while. Hope you enjoy this!

Edit: I wanted to make it angsty but then I saw the last part of the request so I guess I'll let you off with just fluff...)

Warnings: Toxic past relationship, accusations of cheating

Word count: About 2.4k words

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It wasn't fair, Yoohyeon decided. How many times has she watched you shed tears over someone whom couldn’t care less of how you were feeling rather than how much you could give so they could take more and more until the cycle repeated itself? Putting it simply, she was tired. Tired of watching you go through the pain each time, and tired of listening to you defend and try salvage what were the remains of a non-functioning relationship. You had listened to Yoohyeon’s advice each time but when it came to your relationship, her words fell on deaf ears. You chose to give and give and when you had nothing left, you still chose to dig deeper for something to give; something to keep what you had afloat ignoring the fact that all the effort you were putting in could only do so much when your partner refused to even try. You suppose that you were lucky enough to have Yoohyeon as a close friend, who was wiling to sit through watching you cry each time as you ranted to her. It wasn’t till one night when you called her out at two in the morning and pulled her away from her late night gaming session to rush into her arms as you sobbed silently while she held you did you decide that enough was enough.

The confrontation was terrifying. You knew that whatever you have isn’t healthy but to break off a relationship that you have been in for a decent amount of time made you uncertain. What if it really was you? What if- A warm and firm hand squeezed your shoulder broke you out of your thoughts and you looked over at Yoohyeon thankfully. She had volunteered to be there with you when you told her that you wanted to break things off with your partner and you couldn’t be more thankful to have your best friend be there to support you to face it head on. You knew that without her here, you’d probably chicken out and pretended everything was alright and continue to lie to yourself. As they approached you, you could feel your body stiffen up and start to fidget under Yoohyeon’s hand knowing that they didn’t like you having contact with other people. As they stopped across you, their eyes went straight to her hand on your shoulder before they were glaring at Yoohyeon and finally directed at you. “What’s this about? You know that I don’t like people touching you.”

“I want to break up.” Seeing the way their eyes narrowed and their fists clenched made you want to take a step back and apologize in fear of their wrath but Yoohyeon’s hand prevented you from running. “I had enough. It’s over.”

They scoffed and stormed up to you, arm out to grab yours. “Enough playing around. Let’s go.” Pulling at your hand, you let out a surprised yelp at the roughness before Yoohyeon grabbed ahold of their arm and tightened her grip on them. “Let her go.” The tone that Yoohyeon used left no space for excuses or to fight back so they did as told and backed away as she released them, other hand coming to rub at the reddening area. “I see what this is now.” Glaring directly at you this time, they chuckled dryly. “You cheated on me with her, didn’t you? I knew it.” 

The accusation left you in both shock and hurt that you’d be accused of such a thing, further confirming to yourself that you decision to leave was right. However before you could speak, a fist flew at your ex-partner’s face. “Don’t you dare accuse her of that! She loved you with all her heart, don’t you dare!” Yoohyeon threw another swing at them as she shouted, and before you could step in to interfere they were in a brawl but your best friend was very obviously winning. She didn’t get into brawls often when you were both a little younger but when she did, her opponents always ran away crying; much like your ex-partner is. When she finally turned around to face you, her face still held a hint of anger as she walked back to you and placed a bruised hand on your head to pat you. “If they ever come back to harass you again, tell me. I’ll teach them a lesson.” Reaching up, you gently brushed past the soon-to-be bruise that was forming on her face and down to a part of her lip that was probably cut open from her teeth during the fight and you winced in stead of her while she smiled up at you.

“You didn’t have to fight them, you know.”

“I wasn’t fighting them. I was fighting against what they were saying.”

Sighing, you reached up to grab at her hand on your head and started leading her home. It was a short walk, but you felt as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulder and as if Yoohyeon was somehow connected to your feelings, you could feel the spring in her step start as she caught up to you, happily swinging your intertwined hands between the both of you. When you have finally settled Yoohyeon down on a chair in your dining room, you inspected her injuries quickly before going off to get a first aid kit to treat her wounds. As you gently held her hand to tend to the small cuts on her knuckles, Yoohyeon couldn’t help but stare silently at you. She knew from the start that she liked you. She knew that they were not good for you, but you had argued otherwise and so she chose to not fight with you to upset you. To have to watch you be pulled into the sick game they played as you cried to her each time hurt Yoohyeon but she could only wish for change for your happiness. Now that they were gone, just perhaps, even if you merely saw her as a friend, she could show that you deserved so much better. That she could give you better.

It started off small, with just random dropping messages of Yoohyeon checking in, to her sending you pictures of Pie being silly at two in the morning when she saw you online. It was a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone. It then moved onto sharing greetings in the morning and talking late into the nights. Whenever your phone rang from a notification, you could only expect that it would be a message from the girl, or you’d suddenly feel the disappointment climbing up your chest. There was no question that she stayed by your side all the time. It almost felt weird how much you had enjoyed having someone wanting to give you, and receive your attention so much. Without realizing, Yoohyeon had successfully helped distract you from your own thoughts regarding your relationship. There were of course moments when your thoughts drift back to your memories and how you had to convince yourself that leaving was for the better for yourself, but Yoohyeon was always just a text away from either hours long calls or a sudden appearance for sleepover with bags of food and your favorite snacks in her hands. Even at times in the middle of the night when you just didn’t feel like being alone, she’d drive over to your place to just sit at the couch with you while you played some movies on the TV but completely ignore whatever that was on. You would then lean on her shoulder as you get sleepier, and her hands that gently combed her fingers through your hair would then lull you to sleep.

You suppose that it might have been out of boredom, but when you received a text of a location and a time from Yoohyeon one afternoon a few months later, you easily agreed to turn up. It was one of your favorite restaurants in town, but when you arrived and stepped in, you chuckled as you looked around the place. It was empty and dark except for a lone table and a small light brightening it. Stepping forward, you took a seat at one of the chairs before looking around again, starting to feel out of place. Yoohyeon had often dragged you out of the house to bring you on little street food trips out of nowhere but this was different. The doors to the kitchen swung open, and you turned your head to it to see her come out with two plates on a tray as she balanced her way to you. Setting it down, she grinned at your expression and laughed when you added a frown on top of it. “What is all of these, you cheesy puppy? Is this supposed to be a date? You should have told me so I could put on my cute clothes!”

As she settled down from her laughter, she gave you another big grin before answering. “Maybe it is a date. I even made you dinner!”

Glancing down at the gorgeously presented food, you skeptically looked back up at her and teased. “Should I be worried this is poisoned then since you were the one that made it?” Laughing at the whines that Yoohyeon let out, it increased in volume when you heard laughter from behind the kitchen doors and spot the chef giving you a thumbs up before disappearing back into the kitchen itself.

Yoohyeon knew to give you all the space and time you needed. All the while, she did what she could to be there for you whenever you needed someone. She knew for the longest of time, that she liked you but did could only stand to the side and catch you whenever you couldn’t stand on your own; to be the best friend she could be for you. What mattered to Yoohyeon was that you could smile again, and not be pulled down and haunted by the remnants of all the hurt done to you. That you understood your worth and not settle for anything lesser than what was given. That was what kept her feelings from slipping her lips. Even if you didn’t see her the same way as she saw you, as long as you could continue to shine, she would be happy. Autumn rolled around in a blink of an eye, and your little adventures and “dates” with Yoohyeon had only increased. From clothes shopping to going on long walks, you’d find yourself having her comforting company. Although you could feel the bubbling of words within you, you were content where you were in life. You supposed that it could be better with someone by you like Yoohyeon was, but you chose to let the feelings simmer. It had been a long journey and there was definitely much more healing to be done, but you decided that it was probably for the best.

You had called Yoohyeon out for a night walk by the lakeside one evening to clear your mind but with your head slowly starting to cloud with said girl strolling next to you, it was nearly impossible. It wasn’t as if that she was bad at hiding her thoughts and feelings but from the way she looked at you when she thought you weren’t looking and how she was keeping her distance as a friend, it wasn’t too hard to notice. It was an internal fight with how you felt for her against the fear of reopening wounds that she had helped heal. Sighing in frustration, you turned suddenly and leaned against a railing and stared out across the lake, trying to find the answers to a question that you even struggle to come up with. A gust of wind blew through that had you sighing once again as you crossed your arm and shivered slightly from the cold air while you grumbled to yourself that it was a dumb idea to have tried to solve your predicament in your way on a cool autumn night when you probably could have just called her over to talk it all out.

Her eyes caught the little shiver from you as you stared off into the distance before she took off her blue and red checkered flannel and flung it around your shoulders when you turned from her sudden movement to move you closer. As she adjusted her clothing on you, your hand brushed hers as you reached up to help adjust it yourself. There was a moment of thoughtful silence as the both of you stood in the same position before you broke it softly.

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

There was no hesitation to be found in her voice, or within her eyes as you looked up at Yoohyeon. At this point, all the feelings and words within you were at a boil, and taking a deep breath, you decided to let it spill. Slowly reaching up from where you were holding onto the flannel, you let your fingertips slowly brush past the baby hairs on her nape and cupped the side of her face. The smile on her face only widened as her eyes remained locked onto yours while she leaned into your touch and pulled you closer by your waist, half hugging you. Reaching up your other hand, you gently placed it on the side of her neck and darted your eyes down to her lips before back in contact with her again. Seeing no signs of disapproval, you slowly leaned up with your eyes slipping close as she met your lips halfway in a soft kiss. Everything felt as they were finally in place in your life, with her warmth surrounding you and you could feel her unspoken words of love spilling over through her lips. Slowly pulling away and reopening your eyes, you were once again met with her half lidded ones, just full of content as both of you broke out in smiles before chuckling. Biting your lips, you shyly broke the eye contact and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before looking back at Yoohyeon.

"I think... I'm in love with you." If possible, her gaze softened even more when she heard your confession before leaning forward and resting her forehead on yours.

“Do you think we can try to make this work?”

[undyingskies]

Adventure Days

request: yes;

“You did an amazing job with the booboo gf panic attack one.  Could you write one for Willex, Alex is having a bad day with dealing with being a ghost and his anxiety is bad and he’s pacing a lot and is on the edge of a panic attack, Luke finds Willie for him because Willie helps calm him down (Willie is his bf in this) as he’s talking to willie about what’s wrong he has a panic attack and then Willie has to help him though it. Thank you 🙏 I love all of your work your writing is soo good.”

“I hope it’s ok to request a fic. This is for Willex. They are on one of their adventures/dates, Alex is having a bad anxiety day but he didn’t want to tell Willie and ruin his day or scare him off. Alex is not being himself and Willie notices so they have a little chat about Alex’s anxiety and then Willie try’s his best to make Alex feel better. He’s the best boyfriend ever and finds ways to take Alex’s mind of it and makes the day really special for Alex. Lots of comfort, hugs and kisses.” 

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this one, this was my first time writing about characters so I hope it turned out well! Both of these requests were very similar so I decided to combine the two!

warnings: none

tagged: @mah-gah-lee , she’s the best check her and her fics out!

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Alex had woken up this morning, his anxiety sky rocketing. He had no idea why, sometimes this just happened. Anxiety is a funny little thing that does this sometimes, it doesn’t need a reason to ramp up but it does. 

Alex did his best to get through it and shove it deep down. Today Willie and him were going to go around LA, Willie said he had a few places he wanted to show Alex.

He knew his boyfriend was really excited for the day and he didn’t want to ruin it. He wanted the two of them to have a good day, that was full of fun and laughter, he didn’t want it to be ruined by his anxiety. 

He was waiting for the time to come to meet up with Willie. They had both agreed to meet up at their spot near the beach. Alex had a few minutes before he had to go, which he spent pacing in the bands studio.

He was just trying to get a grip on his shaking hands and shallow breath before he leaves. What he didn’t realize is that Luke and Reggie had poofed in and were watching the blonde walk back and forth.

“You good there buddy?” Reggie asks, breaking the silence in the studio. Which caused Alex to jump. 

“Jesus! I told you two not to do that to me anymore!” Alex yells back frustrated. He’s already overwhelmed by his emotions, he didn’t need his band mates scaring him to add on top of it. 

“And I’m fine. Just a little anxious today is all.” Alex tells them. 

“Can we do anything to help?” Luke pipes up, worried about his friend. He can tell by the look on Alex’s face that he wasn’t just fine but knew not to push it.

“No, thanks though.” Alex says while checking his watch. “Shoot, I’ve got to go meet Willie. I’ll see you guys later.” With that Alex poofed out of the room, leaving his two band mates worried. 

Alex had poofed to the small park next to the beach. He watched as Willie kept busy skateboarding around and through the people who took up the sidewalks. 

Alex shook his head, laughing. It was always interesting to me that Willie did not seem to

mind just to go through people like that. While on the other hand Alex almost always refused to do so, it felt weird and Alex didn’t like that.

Willie rounds the corner, and a huge smile makes its way onto his face as he sees his boyfriend standing there waiting for him. He quickly hops of his skateboard and jogs over to Alex. 

“Hey Alex!” Willie says walking up to him engulfing him a hug not before placing a quick kiss to his boyfriends lips. 

“Hey!” Alex says, shoving his hands into his pant pockets, wanting to hide his shaking hands. “So, what do you have planned today?” 

“I was thinking we could walk around LA for a little today, maybe go up to the hollywood sign? There are also a few pop up museums I wanted to take you too!” Willie says filling him in on his plans. 

Alex can feel his breath hitch a little. He doesn’t know why the plans cause his anxiety to flare up a little more but it does. 

“Sounds good.” Alex says, trying to put on his best smile. Hoping Willie doesn’t notice.

Willie does notice, but chooses not to question it. He knows that if Alex needed to say something he would. 

Willie grabs onto Alex’s hand, and with a smile, poofs them away. 

Alex opens his eyes as his feet hit the floor, he opens his eyes and sees that he’s in some type of museum. An art museum is what he assumes based on the art figured around him. 

“Soooo?” Alex asks.

“This is the neon art museum, I figured you would like it since it’s not the normal type of art museum.” Willie says with a big smile, taking Alex by the hand and dragging him around the museum.

All that Alex can focus on is trying to keep his hand steady in Willie’s. He also couldn’t help but question if Willie could tell that his hand was sweatier than usual or the fact that he kept having to take deep breaths in and out. 

He wanted to keep his anxiety at bay but it kept seeming to break through the wall he was trying to build up.

It was like a damn and it had sprung a few leaks. He was trying to patch the leaks up before it took the whole damn down, but he wasn’t sure how he was doing. 

No matter how many pieces the two of them looked at, or how much information Willie told him about the pieces, Alex couldn’t focus. 

His facade was fading and he knew Willie could tell.

“How about we get out of here? Get some fresh air.” Willie offers noticing Alex’s unusual behavior. 

With that Willie grabs ahold of Alex’s hand again and poofs them out. As usual it’s Willie leading Alex, which causes those thoughts to sky rocket in his brain.

Days like this always cause Alex to panic and he’s started to put the pieces together. Anytime they want to go on a date or adventure, Willie is the one who takes the lead and plans it. 

It makes Alex worry that Willie feels like he doesn’t care or isn’t fun enough since he doesn’t plan these.

As Alex’s feet hit the ground and the view of LA comes into view he can feel a panic attack setting in. The view from the Hollywood sign is calming and it should be peaceful but right now to Alex, it’s anything but. 

Willie can tell something was off, he could tell all day. The sight of Alex right now sitting on the sign, with his head in his palms, worries him and he knows he should ask.

“Is everything okay Alex?” Willie asks him, placing a hand on his shoulder to hopefully comfort it.

Alex just shakes his head yes, knowing he has to get out of there and doesn’t want to start this conversation.

“Ya I’m fine, I just have to go.” For the second time that day Alex poofs out with no other explanation except for the fact that he has to go.

Alex plops down onto the couch in the studio, another body is besides him. As the panic attack fully sets in, he ignored the body next to him, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. 

He can hear the body next to him shuffle around to face him. “You okay buddy?” Those words let him know that the body next to him belongs to Luke. 

Alex shakes his head no, letting his guard finally come down for the day.

“Want to talk about it?” Luke asks. Alex shrugs his shoulders knowing that he might as well get his emotions about.

“I just feel bad. Willie always plans our dates or our adventures and I never come up with any ideas,” he says, “I just feel like I’m boring or that I don’t do enough for the relationship.” 

At his words, Luke sits quietly by processing them. He knows they aren’t true, Willie adores Alex. 

“Have you told him?” Luke asks him. To which Alex responds with a shake of his head. “Well I will be right back.” Luke says with a pat to Alex’s thigh and then poof he is gone. 

Alex sits in silence for a while, hoping that his anxiety will pass. The longer he sits alone he can feel his breathing get shallower and his eyes well with tears.

He slowly slumps to the floor from the couch, letting the panic attack fully take over. He has his arms wrapped around his legs and head buried in between his knees.

Nothing going on outside his little bubble matters to him. He doesn’t hear the two sets of feet hit the floor or hear them come towards him.

He only notices when a pair of arms wrap around him and a voice is in his ear.

“I want you to listen to my voice Alex, okay?” Willie’s comforting voice says. “I want you to try to breath in sync with me okay? I am going to count to 4, 2 in and 2 out okay?” 

With that Willie starts to breath. He breaths in for one and two, then out for 3 and 4. He continues this until he can hear Alex to start breath in sync with him. 

Alex’s breathing starts to slow down, his shaking stops, and his crying can’t be heard anymore. He just lets Willie continue to breath and breath in sync with him.

Willie’s presence just calming him down, as well as his hands rubbing small circles on his back.

Willie let’s Alex sit between his legs for a little longer until he decides to ask questions.

“Want to tell me what this is about?” Willie asks him. “I know something was off all day.” He continues. 

“I, I don’t know.” Alex says trailing off not wanting to admit to Willie what was wrong.

“You do know, you and I both know that. So let’s talk about it.” Willie says not letting this go.

Alex nods, knowing his boyfriend was right. “Okay.” Alex says before he continues with what’s wrong. “I feel bad that I never plan dates or adventure days. I don’t want you thinking I am boring or don’t care.” 

Willie smiles softly at Alex’s confession. He loves that Alex cares but that has never been an issue or ever will be an issue for Willie.

“Aw Alex. You know I don’t care about stuff like that, I just love spending time with you.” Willie says. “All that matters to me is our time spent together not who planned it. Besides I love planning our days.” 

Alex smiles at Willie’s words feeling better. 

“If you ever want to plan something, let me know though! Or if you have something in mind we can do, we could plan a day together!” Willie offers.

A bigger smile makes its way onto Alex’s face at this idea, which in turn causes a big smile to

make it’s way onto Willie’s.

“I like that idea, it could be fun.” Alex says. “Also how did you get here?”

Willie laughs. “Luke came and found me. I knew something was up so when he told me what was happening, I knew I had to come back with him.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”

Alex says looking down, feeling a little embarrassed. “I just didn’t know how to say it and my nerves just kept getting worse so it made it harder.”

“I get that Alex. I hope you know that you can come to me with any of these things! I am a judgement free zone and all I want to do is be there for you.” 

Upon hearing those words from Willie, Alex flings his arms around his neck. Alex pulls him into a tight hug, his love for the boy overwhelming him.

“Thank you.” Is all that Alex says.

“Of course.” Willie says back, pulling back to place a sweet kiss on the lips of his adorable boyfriend.

They both pull back with wide smiles on their face. They spend the rest of the night, cuddled up in each other’s arms just enjoying each other’s presence. Of course kisses were stolen throughout the night, smiles never leaving either of their faces. 

[sergeanttpoliteness]

are requests open 🥺 apparantly in the 20s it was slang to call someone's bf daddy, given that can we get a reader who's from another dimension getting all blushy when noir mentions it given the context of it now?

hello, nonnie! so sorry it took me almost a week to get to this! thank you for the request, love :) you have no idea how much writing that sentence made me squirm from embarrassment

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➹jealousy➹(spider-noir x reader)

Peter isn’t one to get jealous, or at least that’s what he tries to tell himself. He doesn’t mind your ex who doesn’t seem to get ‘no’ for an answer. It’s the truth, he swears… right?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this isn’t sponsored by starburst ™, lmao. anyway, y’all really like spider-noir, huh. i kinda played myself when i included both peter’s in this, ahaa, i tried my best to make it as least confusing as possible. i’m sorry, ily.

warnings: annoying ex, mild jealousy (i mean, it’s the title lol)

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You slowly drew the blinds of the window, and in spite of your speculations which you were nearly a hundred percent confident in, your eyes grew bigger as soon as you got a glimpse of the scene unfolding outside of Aunt May’s house. Shortly after, Miles and Peter B. Parker (you had to admit, the amount of Peter’s in your life truly scrambled your brain sometimes) joined you, and the three of you squeezed close together, attempting to look through the small slit without attracting much attention.

You had the urge to take your phone out of your pocket and start recording a video to send all your friends, for this was a spectacle that you weren’t sure you’d ever have the pleasure of witnessing ever again in your lifetime: a drunk man standing in the front yard, passionately belting out the lyrics of a song to the closed door of the house. “Did he, like, get the wrong house?” Miles muttered, his heart thumping fast as the young man noticed all three of you and pointed directly at you. 

“Please! Don’t leave me!” He cried out.

You took one last look at him before you retreated from the window, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No. That’s my ex.” You sighed, questioning why you ever were attracted to the boy as his tragic performance continued. Peter B. laughed and you closed your eyes, ashamed.

“That’s your ex?! The ex?” Yes, this was, in fact, not the first time they heard about your ex-boyfriend. The number of stories you had was inevitable since the train wreck of a relationship lasted two years, after all. Whilst he now went on to voice the instruments of the song, worry began to seep within everyone when you all simultaneously came upon the realization that somehow the jerk had discovered where you were staying during the weekend. Although you’d been like a daughter to May since you were a kid, you were aware she would not be content with you once she returned from her trip and heard that you failed in your basic task of taking care of her home and her address now belonged as part of a stalker’s knowledge.

Peter B. glanced at you, frowning. “You want me to go and talk to him?”

You appreciated his offer, and your inner voice urged you to cave into the most effortless way out of the situation; however, your eyes moved to the hallway, and another concern, more potent and persuasive, drowned it out. “Thanks, dude, but don’t worry, I’ve got it,” You smiled at him, albeit you weren’t entirely certain about that statement. “Just… you guys go and distract Peter and make sure he doesn’t find out my ex is here, or else…”

Eight months. From December up till August, you’d known the third Peter Parker in your life for eight months. In the fourth month, April, you recognized your true intentions and feelings. In the fifth month, you finally acted upon them, and made the first move. At last, June, the sixth month, rolled in, and Peter built up the courage to make things official. All those months possessed two constant factors: your ever-growing connection and… your ex.

One of the many characteristics you were thankful for and adored in Peter was his control over his jealousy. No fingerprints of possessiveness nor suffocating authority smeared your relationship, regardless of your distance, Peter’s background, the exasperating cameos of your ex-boyfriend, or that you’d expressed to him you didn’t want anyone other than the “spider-gang” (as Peter B. had named it) to know about you two being together since— well, how in the world were you supposed to explain where he came from?

You felt irrational and absurd once the thought passed through your head, but sometimes you wondered if Peter worried too little. The origin of said thought could be traced back to when you weren’t quite dating yet, and your ex booty-called you in the midst of your first date. Peter’s amused expression at your own embarrassed one puzzled you, yet you chose not to think much about it and instead were glad it didn’t send the evening down the wrong trail. The thought reappeared a second instant one month into your relationship, though, after you showed him a large bouquet of flowers, a poem attached to it that could be offensive to those who practiced the art and with your ex’s handwriting. Again, nothing; later, you two found yourselves mocking the failed poetry and the odd comparison of your adorableness to that of E.T.’s (you really had no explanation for that one).

However, the suspicion that perhaps he was too good at hiding his feelings arose when a week earlier, you got a phone call from your ex begging you to escape with him to Iceland. That was the first time you saw it: the hint of irritation in Peter’s stiff body and tense jaw. Minutes later, you blocked the phone number— an action way too long overdue, before things became strained.

You closed the front door behind you and approached the drunk man, resolute on preventing the two men from meeting each other and getting under each other’s skin as you clenched your fists closed. “I forgot to say out loud, how beautiful you really are to me!” Your ex sang, a smirk breaking out on his face when he saw your clear annoyance. “I can’t be without! You’re my perfect little punching bag—”

“Matt, what the hell are you doing?”

He quirked a brow, giving you a once-over. “Serenading you?” Matt said as if it were obvious. You rolled your eyes and scowled at him, keeping a significant distance between the two of you.

“No, I mean, how did you find me?”

“I followed you.”

Fear and disgust crawled all over your skin. You took a step back, narrowing your eyes. “Listen, I really don’t want to get in trouble, okay? So for the last time, please stop calling me—”

“But this isn’t a phone call.”

“Or following me.” You finished. He stumbled forward, shaking his head vigorously.

“But I love you,” He sniffed, wiping the one mediocre tear making its way down his cheek. You could feel a groan forming in your throat from his idiocy and child-like attitude; you couldn’t believe he was fucking crying.

You crossed your arms across your chest, unimpressed. “Well, I don’t.” His shift from sadness to anger caught you off guard.

“Bullshit, I know you still love me. I know you miss me,” Matt pointed an accusing finger at you, advancing closer. “Stop playing hard to get and let’s just, l-let’s just go back to normal—”

You laughed in disbelief, your mouth ajar. “Playing hard to get? How is this playing hard to get?!”

Meanwhile, Miles and Peter B. stood in front of Peter, blocking him from leaving the hallway as he remained in between the two and the bathroom door. “So, whatcha think?” Miles asked him, ogling the man. Peter bit again the yellow Starburst and chewed for a while, eyes squinted while he analyzed the flavor. He swallowed and looked down at the wrapper in the palm of his hand, nodding.

“I like it. I think it may be my favorite.”

“What? No way, try the pink flavor again,” Miles took out a pink squared candy from the bag and held it up to Peter’s face. “It’s the best.”

Peter B. shook his head in disagreement and stared down at Miles, scrunching his brows together. “What do you mean? Red is the best.” Miles, now distracted, dropped his arm by his side and showed him a face of utter disgust.

“Do your taste buds even work? Everyone I know says pink is best.”

“Do your dimension’s taste buds work? You’re totally wrong, bud.”

Peter pocketed the wrapper, shrugging. “Personally, I enjoyed all of them—”

“Try red.”

“No, pink.”

Peter B. groaned. “Pink is overrated.” Miles looked at him straight in the eye, expressionless.

“Your opinion is irrelevant.”

Peter B. Parker had never felt more hurt by a teenager.

“I’m the oldest one here! I think I know better.”

Peter was growing impatient. He cleared his throat and gently moved Miles aside. “All right, while you fellas discuss… this, I’m gonna go—”

“No!” Miles placed the pink Starburst in Peter’s hand, frantic. “Eat the pink one.”

“Eat them all!” Peter B. chuckled nervously, shrugging with his hands raised, palms facing upwards. Miles nodded as if it were the best idea of the century.

“Yeah, I don’t want them anymore, here—” He slammed the bag of candy onto Peter’s chest. Peter hesitantly took ahold of it, visibly perplexed. He opened his mouth to question their strange behavior and if they thought he had been born yesterday, until a distant singing voice interrupted him. 

“And I need you! I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry! I love you, fuck!”

“What’s that?” 

‘The neighbors’, ‘The TV’, Peter B. and Miles said at the same time. 

This plan was doomed from the beginning.

“Da da da da! Da da da da!” 

Peter took off his glasses, guarding them inside his pocket and his brows knitted together before he pushed the two aside and took off, putting on his mask.

“Quiet down!” You hissed at Matt, glancing back at May’s house. His hands landed on your shoulders, but you immediately pushed him off you. “Fuck off, Matt! We’ve been broken up for seven months already! I moved on, and so should you!” He cocked his head to the side, his face twisted in confusion as if you’d just spoken in a foreign language.

“Broken up?” He repeated your words, voice small. “It was just a break.”

It was your turn to be confused. “What? …No. It’s over. It was over a long time ago.” 

His face fell as a realization dawned upon him and his gaze burned into yours, emotionless, making you more uncomfortable. “You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?”

Your heartbeat sped up. “No, I said I moved on, not that I was seeing someone else—”

“You’re cheating on me?”

You took in a deep breath, close to tipping to the edge. “Again, we’re broken up.” You reiterated harshly. “As in we’re not a relationship anymore.” But Matt’s dense self wouldn’t give up just yet.

“It was just a break.” 

You’ve had it.

“It’s not a fucking break!” You shouted, making him jump. You heard the front door open and you both whipped around, your heart dropping. As soon as your sight landed on Peter going down the stairs, you gulped. Peter B. and Miles’ plan wasn’t the only one that failed that night.

“What’s going on here?” Peter’s voice was hard, bitter. You speed-walked closer to him before he could reach Matt.

“Peter—” You stopped him in his tracks, your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him out of here, okay? I got it.” No, you didn’t, most definitely not. And you could tell he knew.

He looked at Matt, and although his face remained covered, chills ran down the latter’s spine. “Are you Matt?” Peter asked loudly. Matt narrowed his eyes, puffing out his chest.

“Who are you?” He nodded at Peter, trying to sound intimidating, but the other didn’t move a muscle.

“I asked you a question.”

Matt studied Peter’s dark outfit, wondering if he was so drunk he was imagining the man. “Y-Yeah, that’s me. I’m Matt.”

“All right. Look at me, Matt.” Matt did as he said. “Good. Now, listen very closely.”

“What are you doing?” You whisper-screamed at Peter, giving him a warning with your eyes. “I said I got this.”

Peter stared at you, considering letting you handle it by yourself as you wished. But the flare, the ire at your ex had been fortifying, expanding slowly since the beginning; and now that he was there, just a few feet away— a drunken moron who relentlessly peeved you and riled him up— ultimately, impatience engulfed him and he shook his head. “You clearly don’t.”

Once Peter reached Matt, he towered over him. Matt blinked up at him, feeling smaller than ever. “Y/N’s with me now. If I hear from you one more darn time, then the coppers will be the least of your worries. Trust me. Got it?” Peter said lowly, and Matt solely nodded. “Got it?” He repeated through clenched teeth.

Matt put his hands in the air in defeat, backing away. “Heard you, man. Fuckin’ weirdo.” He muttered before he turned around and sat down on the sidewalk. You grabbed Peter’s hand and dragged him back inside, where Peter B. and Miles sat on the couch and flashed you apologetic smiles after you barged in. 

“Sorry. I’ll call a cab for him,” Peter said behind you. You waved your hand at him, shrugging and mumbling ‘it’s okay’.

“Is it over?” Miles asked, trying to look out the window from the sofa. You nodded. “Okay, can we finally go over the plan—”

Peter took off his mask, disheveling his dark hair. “Why did you try to keep this from me?” You turned around and rubbed your face, slightly frustrated.

“Because I didn’t want what just happened to happen.”

“What? Me telling him to scram off since you wouldn’t?” 

“Peter, I told you: I don’t want anyone to know about this.” You gestured between you two. You’d had this conversation before, and he understood your reasoning. He truly did. His appearance, it screamed at the top of its lungs the truth that he did not belong there. It simply was obvious, unmistakable. However, now that he’d curbed the restraint he’d created for himself once, his authentic feelings and mouth were loose, completely out of his control.

“He wasn’t going to stop bugging you!” He pointed out the window. “What if he did something worse in the future?”

“But now he’s gonna tell other people that I’m seeing someone!”

“And so what?”

You laughed, your brows furrowed. “They’re gonna want to meet you! What am I gonna do, then? ‘Ah, yes, meet my boyfriend from the 1930s!’”

Again, you noticed that irritation in his features. But all of a sudden, it was clear that it was more than just annoyance.

Jealousy. He was jealous.

“All right, then! I want other people to know who your real daddy is!” He exclaimed, his eyebrows lifted and his hands on his waist.

You heard Peter B. and Miles explode, both shouting ‘whoa!’ while you sputtered and sensed your cheeks blazing. 

“Yo, gross! Keep it in the bedroom!”

“We have a minor in here, please!”

Peter’s sight jumped between the three of you, his expression the definition of puzzlement as you covered your face with your hands and Peter B. and Miles continued feeding your embarrassment with their comments. “W-what? What did I say?” He stuttered, looking at you helplessly.

You peeked one eye up at him, laughing. “Pete, baby…”

Needless to say, after you updated Peter on slang, his flushed self couldn’t quite concentrate as Miles went over the plan.

[btsqualityy]

Bad Prank

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Temporary angst, fluff

Warnings: The bad prank does involve faking a death and consequent discussions of death so please, don’t read this if that makes you uncomfortable.

Author’s Note: This imagine is based off of an ask I received like two weeks ago about what Yoongi’s reaction would be to his wife pulling a fake death prank on him. The idea intrigued me so I decided to write about the subsequent fallout! I hope you guys enjoy it!

“Yoongi, please.”

Silence.

“Yoongi, you know that I didn’t mean anything by it!”

Silence.

“Baby, come on. It was just a prank!” You had had the great idea of pranking Yoongi, just as a way of having a little fun together. You had planned a fake death prank, complete with fake blood from the gag store and everything. You had picked a time when Kinsley would be off at school and when Yoongi would be coming home early from the studio. When he had gotten home, he’d found you arranged in the hall by the front door, with fake blood pooling out of your mouth. He had reacted just like you knew he would, grabbing ahold of your body and crying over it. It’s when he was going to move and grab his phone to call an ambulance, that you hopped up and declared that it was a prank. His reaction after that, well, it hadn’t been what you were anticipating. 

“Yoongi, I didn’t mean anything by it,” you repeated, reaching for his hand but he swiftly pulled it away from you when your fingers brushed his. You moved to say something else but the doorbell rang. Giving one last glance to Yoongi, you got up from the couch and walked over to the door, opening to find Kinsley and your best friend, who is also Kinsley’s god mother.

“Hey girl,” she smiled and you did your best to return one to her. 

“Hey,” you said, a laugh escaping you when Kinsley moved forward and hugged your leg. “Hi, how was your day sweetheart?” You asked her.

“Really good! Me and Y/BF/N went to get ice cream after she came and got me from school,” Kinsley announced excitedly and you looked back up at your best friend.

“I told you, no sweets,” you reminded her with a laugh.

“And I also told you that as her godmother, I can do whatever I want to,” she responded with a smirk. 

“Is that my baby girl?” You heard Yoongi say and you looked down to see Kinsley peaking into the house around your legs. 

“Daddy!” She shouted as she pushed past you and ran into the house, and you looked over your shoulder to see Yoongi picking her up and carrying her into the kitchen. 

“Anyways, thank you for picking her up for me today,” you said as you turned back to your best friend.

“Ah, it was no problem! I love any time that I get with her, especially since her father likes to hog her,” your best friend responded.

“I heard that!” Yoongi yelled.

“You were supposed to!” Your best friend shouted back. “I have to go though, so I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah, we’ll get lunch or something,” you nodded before telling her goodbye and walking back into the house. You walked into the kitchen, where Yoongi had just set a cup of pudding down in front of Kinsley. 

“Thank you Daddy,” Kinsley said politely as she picked up her spoon and started eating.

“No problem baby girl,” Yoongi smiled as he reached down and tweaked her nose, which made her giggle. He then turned to walk out of the room and you saw another chance to talk to him. 

“Are you gonna talk to me now?” You asked him but he just kept walking, leaving you to lean against the wall in exasperation.

..........................

“Oh, thank God you’re here Y/N,” Namjoon murmured as he watched you walked into the BigHit building. It was day three and the whole silent treatment thing was still ongoing. To try and get Yoongi to break, you had decided to bring him some lamb skewers for lunch to the studio.

“Why, what’s going on?” You asked as you leaned aganist the front desk.

“That’s what I’m hoping you could tell me,” he said. “What the hell is wrong with Yoongi hyung? He’s been so irritable for the past,-”

“Three days,” you finished, making Namjoon arch an eyebrow up at you.

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “What’s up with him?”

“I uh, I played a bad prank on him and his reaction to it...wasn’t exactly what I expected,” you explained.

“What wasn’t as you expected?” Jimin asked as he walked up to you and Namjoon, Jungkook standing behind him.

“Y/N played a bad joke on Yoongi hyung and he didn’t react how she thought he would,” Namjoon explained for you.

“What was the prank?” Jungkook questioned.

“I pretended that I died,” you told them and they all grimaced simultaneously.

“Seriously?” Namjoon asked and you nodded.

“Fake blood and everything.”

“Wow, no wonder hyung’s been so mean,” Jimin murmured.

“Yeah, he’s been giving me the silent treatment ever since so we’re all suffering from his wrath,” you said. Just then, you heard Yoongi’s voice.

“I thought we were only taking a 5 minute break,” he said.

“Sorry hyung, we just ran into Y/N and were catching up,” Jungkook explained and Yoongi nodded.

“I brought you lunch,” you offered lamely, and Yoongi just looked at you blankly.

“Um, Jungkook, Jimin, why don’t we head back into the studio?” Namjoon suggested and Jimin and Jungkook both nodded, quickly following behind Namjoon as they walked away from you and Yoongi.

“Look, I know that you’re still mad at me and you have a right to be,” you started but you immediately stopped when Yoongi stepped forward and grabbed the bag that held the skewers from your hand. He gave you one even look before turning around and walking back down the hall to the studio, leaving you stunned as you stood there.

.......................... 

Five days passed by and Yoongi still wouldn’t talk to you. You had tried everything but he just wouldn’t budge. On that morning, you had the day off of work so after Yoongi had left for the studio, you and Kinsley were cuddling in bed together.

“Mommy?” Kinsley called and you looked down at her, smiling softly. 

“Yes sweetheart?” 

“Is Daddy mad at you?” She wondered and your eyes widened a little in surprise. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Because he doesn’t talk to you a lot, like he always does,” she explained and you huffed a laugh, knowing that you should’ve known that Kinsley and her silent observations would notice that things were amiss between you and Yoongi; hell, she gets that silent observation from her father. 

“He is mad at me,” you confirmed. 

“Why?” 

“Because,” you started, pausing to try and find the right words to explain it to her. “I did something that I shouldn’t have and it hurt Daddy’s feelings.”

“Soooo,” Kinsley dragged out, making you chuckle. “He’s sad and not mad?”

“He’s probably both,” you told her. 

“Oh,” she muttered. “I asked Daddy too, if he was mad.”

“And what did he say?”

“He told me he was mad and that it’s ok to be mad,” she repeated and you nodded.

“He’s right, it is ok for him to be mad,” you agreed. 

“He won’t be mad forever,” Kinsley announced suddenly, making you smile again as you looked down at her. 

“And how do you know that sweetheart?”

“Because he loves you,” she replied. You stared at her for a moment, before kissing her cheek and pulling her closer to your chest. 

......................... 

Seven days passed and you had given up on any hope of Yoongi talking to you any time soon. The only option that you had was to just let his anger run it’s course and only hope that it wouldn’t last to long (which, knowing your husband, was a long shot in itself).

You were laying in bed after putting Kinsley down for the night, having somewhat gotten used to falling asleep by yourself before Yoongi creeped inside. You were almost asleep when you felt him slip into bed next to you, and you were surprised to feel him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back so that your back was right up against his chest.

“Yoongi,” you murmured but he quickly shushed you.

“Hush, just let me talk, ok?” He muttered and you nodded as you opened your eyes, looking into the darkness. “I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment for the past week. That was....childish of me but I need you to understand why I did it. Alright?” He said and you nodded quietly.

“When I came in the house and found you on the floor like that Y/N-ah,” he paused to take a deep breath. “My whole world stopped. There were so many things that ran through my mind, like how was I gonna tell Kins and how was I gonna raise her without my best friend and I was trying to remember if I had even told you that I loved you before I left that morning.”

“Yoongs,” you sniffled, feeling tears well up in your eyes but he just shushed you again.

“You’re my best friend Y/N-ah, you’ve been my best friend for damn near 10 years. Imagine me having to start all over and loosing the person who knows me the best. Not to mention the fact that we have a beautiful daughter together and I couldn’t imagine her not knowing you. I mean, imagine me having to raise our daughter who looks exactly like my dead wife. That wouldn’t be the easiest thing in the world. In short, loosing you is my greatest fear.”

“Yoongi, baby,” you sobbed, turning over and hiding your face in his neck as you cried loudly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”

“I don’t want you to even think about leaving me until we’re both old and wrinkled and yelling at kids to stay off our grass,” he said, making you laugh softly through your tears. “And even then, I wanna be the one to go first.”

“And what the hell makes you think that I want to live without you either?” You whispered as you looked up at him. 

“Guess we’ll just have to go together when that time comes, huh?” He joked and you leaned your forehead against his chin. “But do you understand why I ignored you now?”

“You were hurt and trying to process,” you said and he nodded. “Also, you didn’t say this but you’re my husband and I know you, but were you also mad that I didn’t already know how you’d feel by pulling that prank?”

“Yeah,” he muttered softly. 

“Oh Yoongi, I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing so much, it’s weird coming from you,” he rolled his eyes playfully and you smacked his chest.

“Don’t joke right now, I’m sensitive from a week of silence,” you pouted, making him laugh. 

“I love you baby,” he told you, leaning down and kissing you passionately. 

“I love you too, so much,” you whispered against his lips. 

“How about I try to make up for giving you the silent treatment for a week?” He offered and you pulled back to look at him.

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“By giving you seven orgasms tonight,” he smirked and you smiled softly.

“I mean, if you think you can,” you teased him, squealing when he moved on top of you and kissed you hard.

[corie-the-writer]

Fists Talk

Billy Hope had been training in the gym non stop for the past week, since he had an upcoming fight. He couldn't believe that he had finally talked Y/N into coming along with him, something he had been practically begging her for their entire relationship. 

Punching at the bag, Billy glanced towards Y/N who was in her work-out gear, with her hands taped up, hitting a punching bag across the gym, and a proud smirk was on Billy's face. He had told her that she needed to learn to defend herself, and her response was, "Why do I need to defend myself when I have you?" causing Billy to laugh to himself. 

The boxer looked back to his girlfriend of nearly two years, and noticed that another boxer was near Y/N, causing Billy to furrow his eyebrows to see if he could tell what the man was saying to her. Billy noticed how the man was standing, and then noticed the man showing Y/N how to punch the punching bag, incorrectly, causing Billy to roll his eyes. 

Just as Billy was finishing up his time at the punching bag, he decided to head over to his girlfriend, unwrapping his hands as he approached. 

"Hey baby..." Billy spoke and leaned down to kiss Y/N, clearly marking his territory, causing Y/N to grin a little, and then Billy turned to the man, "Billy Hope." Billy introduced himself, and the man gave a nod, "I saw you were teaching my girl how to punch.." Billy commented, "If you're gonna teach her, at least make sure it's right." 

"Billy..." Y/N scolded lightly, smacking at Billy's stomach.

"What? It's true. He had the form all wrong." Billy began to explain and Y/N cut him off. 

"It was nice to meet you." Y/N stated, and began to pull Billy away from the man, and even though Billy allowed you to pull away, Billy kept looking over his shoulder at the man. Billy stopped you from walking into the women's locker room, and cupped the curve of your neck and leaned down to kiss you, taking your breath away. 

"I'll see you in a few." Billy smiled causing you to let out a small laugh and disappeared into the locker rooms. 

As Billy was getting dressed, he couldn't believe how in love he was with Y/N. Even though Y/N was considered out of his league, he couldn't have been happier. She was everything he had ever wanted. She was loyal, caring, compassionate, funny, she was his ride or die. It didn't matter what he had been through growing up or where he came from, Y/N never once judged him. Walking out of the locker room with his gym bag over his shoulder, Billy began to look for the love of his life, and noticed the familiar hair color near the drink area and spotted the man talking to her, causing him to roll his eyes as he approached his girlfriend. 

Y/N silently groaned as the man approached her again as she was waiting on Billy, and couldn't find it in her heart to be down right rude, considering he went to the same gym as Billy, and didn't want it to be awkward for anyone. 

"You ready to go?" Billy approached causing Y/N to sigh in relief as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, completely ignoring the man in front of her. 

"Marcus, it was nice chatting with you, but if you'll excuse us..." Y/N began to comment and Billy pulled her away before she could finish, causing Y/N to let out a small laugh at her boyfriend's actions, "I was trying to be nice Billy." 

[X]

Later in the week, Billy and Y/N found themselves in a local club with their entire circle of friends. Even though it wasn't their scene, they had promised their friends that they would make an appearance for a birthday party. Billy's eyes stayed glued to Y/N as she moved on the dance floor with her best friend Y/BF/N, making sure that she was being left alone by any other males. It was something that Y/N was use to, since Billy had been extremely protective of her from the moment they had met. 

"Hey, that Marcus dude just showed up." Billy turned his attention to his friend sitting next to him, and Billy sat up a little straighter in his seat. 

Marcus had been coming on to Y/N all week at the gym, not getting the hint that she was off the market, but it seemed to not phase Marcus at all. Billy had noticed that Marcus had tried to corner his girlfriend a few times, but he had always walked in before something happened. It didn't sit well with the boxer, how close the man was trying to get to Y/N, but Billy had promised that he wouldn't do something until a line was crossed, so he didn't jeopardize his upcoming fight. 

"Keep your eyes on him. He goes anywhere near her, tell me." Billy instructed, knowing that his group of friends protected Y/N just as much as he did, and thought of her as a sister. 

"You got it boss." [X]

Y/N had been dancing with her best friend and noticed that she began to smile, causing her to raise an eyebrow, "Your man is coming." Y/BF/N commented, causing Y/N to turn around to see Billy approaching. 

Without hesitation, Y/N wrapped her arms around Billy's neck, as his arms wrapped around her waist, and began to slowly dance, not caring that there were no slow songs playing. Billy brushed his hand down Y/N's hair and leaned down to kiss her. 

"I love you." 

"I love you too handsome." 

Billy pulled Y/N closer to her, allowing her to rest her head against his chest as they continued to dance slowly around everyone who was grinding to the hiphop music blaring over the speakers. 

As Billy was holding Y/N close to him, he noticed a set of eyes on them from across the room causing him to look around to see Marcus staring directly at them while drinking a glass of whiskey.

[X]

"Baby, come on..." Y/N giggled as she tugged on Billy's hand from where he was sitting, trying to convince him to sneak off to the bathroom with her for a quickie, causing him to laugh and finish off his beer. 

"We're going to head home." Billy announced, knowing that Y/N had a few too many drinks, stood up, and then looked to his boys, to see a couple of them saying they will follow them out, "Babe, put your jacket on." Billy held open Y/N's favorite jacket and watched as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. 

Y/N grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled him closer to her, "You're so hot." 

Billy chuckled, "And you're so drunk."

Y/N playfully scoffed as Billy and the boys grabbed their jackets, and once everyone was ready, Billy wrapped an arm around Y/N's shoulder and they headed towards the exit. 

Once the cool air hit their faces, Billy smiled as Y/N moved a little closer to Billy's side, causing him to tighten his arm just a little more. 

"Yo, Hope!" Billy heard an unfamiliar voice over his boys talking and laughing about the night, causing him to look around. Billy noticed a figure with a few others standing around a vehicle a few feet ahead of them, and Billy moved Y/N to his other side, between him and one of his friends, "Damn Y/N...you're looking good." 

Marcus. 

Billy dropped his arm from Y/N's shoulders, moving his hand to hold hers. Billy was on high alert, knowing that Marcus had been drinking a lot of whiskey this evening, since he had been keeping an eye on the man.

"Just ignore him." Billy commented lowly to Y/N but to himself as well. 

"Hey Billy..." Marcus approached them, with a beer bottle in hand, and Billy pushed Y/N behind him, their group of friends pushing her further back, knowing that Marcus had some sort of thing for the happily taken woman, "Aw what's wrong? Afraid she'll see what a real man looks like?" Marcus questioned cockily. 

"Oh trust me, he's man enough." Y/N pushed her way through the group of friends shielding her and stood by Billy's side, "Why don't you take some lessons on how to be a man, and how to box." Y/N added causing everyone to let out a laugh causing Billy to glance down to her and smirk. 

Billy turned to Marcus when he took a step closer, and watched as he finished off his beer and tossed the bottle to the side causing the bottle to break on the pavement. 

"What's a woman like you doing with someone like him?" Marcus questioned to Y/N causing Billy to take a step forward, and felt Y/N's hand on his forearm. Y/N moved forward with Billy following, and their group of friends moving a step closer, causing Marcus to let out a laugh, "I don't think we have all night for me to listen the reasons, but a few clear points that should be known...One, he respects women, including me. Two, he's phenomenal in bed and in the ring." Y/N smirked, "Three, he knows how to throw a solid punch." Y/N added knowing that it was a dig for how he tried to teach her how to punch the punching bag at the gym, "He also knows how to take a hint when someone is interested in him." Another jab, Y/N turned to look to Billy, "You ready to go home champ?" Billy gave a nod, getting ready to wrap an arm around Y/N's shoulder but saw Marcus' hand reach for her, and he quickly pushed his arm away. 

"Don't." Billy warned the man, getting in his face, "Take her to the car." Billy stated to any one of his friends behind him, and heard Y/N protest. 

"What's wrong champ?" Marcus smirked, "I'm sure I can show her a real good time." Marcus added, using his free hand to grab ahold of his jean covered crotch, and without a second thought, Billy lifted his right arm, and connected his fist to Marcus' jaw. 

In a matter of seconds, all hell broke loose, Billy was landing punches to Marcus, who was barely blocking them. His friends tried to step in but Billy's friends stepped up, causing them to back down. 

Y/N knew that Billy had a temper, and knew that he needed to get this out since he had been holding it in for the last week while Marcus had been trying like hell to get her attention at the gym, despite her relationship with Billy. 

Once Marcus was on the ground, Y/N moved forward and put a hand on his shoulder, "Enough Billy." Y/N spoke calmly, now completely sober, and watched as Billy landed one final punch before removing himself and standing up. 

Billy straightened out his jacket, and moved towards Y/N and saw her give a nod, "Take me home and show me what a real man is." Y/N grinned from ear to ear causing Billy to let out a laugh as he threw his arm around her shoulders.

[dolanssunshine]

💦No Means No💦 Grayson Dolan

Summary : Y/N sneaks out of the house to go clubbing with her friends when Grayson specifically told her not to. When she gets caught by Grayson at the club she knows she’s in for punishment.

Warnings : daddy! Grayson, spanking, deep throating, face fucking, choking & hair pulling.

Y/N and Grayson have been together for almost a strong year. They always do things together and she always does whatever Grayson asks her to do whether it’s make him something to eat or wash his clothes for him but she dos it because loves him. So when Y/N asked him if she can go out with her best friends she thought Grayson would say yes but he did the exact opposite.

“Babe Y/BF/N want to go out tonight to this club downtown can I go with her?” Y/N asked her boyfriend who sat on the sofa in the living room.

   Grayson turns his head to her looking away from the tv, he looked up up and down before speaking. “No.”

“Why no?” She asked taken back.

“That’s my answer and I’m sticking with it.” Grayson says in firm tone.

“Okay but why can’t I go out and have fun with my friends? You can go out with your friends and have fun.” Y/N protested as she followed Grayson to the kitchen.

   The only reason Grayson said no is because he knows how Y/N can get when she gets a couple drinks in her. She can get careless and flirt with other guys as if she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“Y/N I said no and that’s that.” Grayson had said before walking away towards his room.

   Y/N lets out a groan of frustration as she stomps towards the sofa and plops down on it. She sat there a few minutes with arms crossed like a child but then she smirks as she gets an idea. Oh she’s gonna go out tonight, she just has to wait until Grayson is sleep. Later on that night she showered and shaved, doing the simple things, that way when Grayson is sleep she can pull on her dress and heels then sneak out. As Y/N laid next to Grayson waiting for time to finally come she grew impatient.

   Finally when she knew Grayson was in a deep slumber she quietly snuck out of the bed careful not to wake up Grayson and slipped on her green dress. She did her makeup and leaves Grayson’s bedroom with her heels in hand before picking up her car keys and leaving the house. Arriving at the club Y/N slid on her heels then walks to the club entrance where she sees her best friend Y/BF/N waiting on her.

“Girl what took you so long?” Y/BF/N asked Y/N.

“I’m sorry I had to sneak out. I had to wait until rayson fell into a deep sleep.” Y/N explains.

“Well good now that you’re here, let’s go inside.” Y/BF/N says as they both showed their ID’s to the bouncer.

   As the two girls walk inside they immediately walked up to the bar and order a drink. “ Here’s to having a fun night.”

“Cheers.” Y/N said as the two clinked their cups together.

   The two best friends made their way to the dance floor and started dancing to the song Big Ol’ Freak by Megan Thee Stallion. They shook their asses even when two guys came up to them placing their hands on the girls hips. Little did Y/N know that her boyfriend stood there fuming watching her. Grayson’s blood boiled as he watched another man put his hands on what is HIS. He’s also mad at the fact he specifically told Y/N not to go out tonight but she didn’t obey.

   So Grayson knew exactly what he had to do to make Y/N obey and submit to him. Not being able to handle what he’s seeing he marches over to where his girlfriend was dancing with the unknown male and grabbed her by the arm startling her.

“Holy shit!” Y/N’s best friend says.

“OMG! Grayson!?” Y/N says astonished.

“Yea its Grayson your BOYFRIEND.” Grayson growls.

“What-how y-you,” Y/N stuttered out.

“What? You thought I was asleep?” Grayson asked getting right up in her face.

“N-no I-I-I,” Y/N stuttered again.

“Listen. You give me the keys to your car and you get in and say nothing. “ Grayson tells Y/N in a demanding tone.

“I-I-I’m-,” Y/N started to say but Grayson cut her off.

“NOW!” He yelled over the music.

   To say that Y/N was scared and turned on at the same time is understatement as her heart raced and panties became wet. She felt belittled and embarrassed as she walks towards the entrance, people staring at her. As the couple made it outside Y/N squirmed and yanked trying to get out of Grayson’s tight grip only to have her back slammed against the car door.

“What the hell Grayson!” Y/N yells.

“Shut the fuck up. I told you NOT to come out did I not?” Grayson asked his scared girlfriend.

“Yes but I only wanted to have fun.” Y/N said on the verge of tears.

“Not only did you disobey me and came out but you were drinking and dancing on some other man that’s not ME!” Grayson said in a dangerous tone.

“I’m sorry Gray-,” Y/N started to say but Grayson cut her off.

“Listen to me. Get in the fucking and don’t say a word.” Grayson demanded.

   With no hesitation Y/N opens the door to the passenger side and plops down in the seat. The car ride to the house was filled with awkward silence and Y/N knew that if she was to say anything Grayson would kill her. Grayson parks the car and gets out before opening the passenger side door and yanking Y/N out of it. Once the two were in the house Grayson drags Y/N behind him to his room where he closes the door and locks it.

“Look Grayson I’m sorry for sneaking out tonight okay.” Y/N apologizes which made Grayson laugh.

“You can say sorry all you want but it still won’t deter me from punishing you.” Grayson says as his hands peels his sweatpants down. “Get on your knees and open your mouth with hands behind your back.”

   Y/N was hesitant at first but obliged by sinking down to her knees in front of Grayson coming face to face with his hard dick. She sticks her tongue out licking the tip only for Grayson to yank her back by her hair. Grayson teased her by sliding his dick against her tongue, her saliva coated him as lubricant to accommodate. Whenever the head of his dick would push up against her throat Y/N’s pussy would get more wet. She took in a breath before Grayson slides down her throat. Grayson and Y/N’s eyes locked as his thrusts got faster and faster.

   Saliva mixed with Grayson’s precum trailed down the sides of her mouth and down her chin as Grayson repeatedly hit the back of her throat causing her to gag. The feeling of her throat closing around him made Grayson’s eye roll to the back of his head. “You dirty fucking bitch. You like daddy fucing your throat like this?”

   Y/N hummed in response causing Grayson to hiss. The more Grayson fucks her mouth the more saliva that poured down her chin to her clothed breasts. At the pit of his stomach Grayson could feel himself getting ready to cum.

“Cum in my mouth please daddy.” Y/N seductively spoke in a sultry voice.

   With hooded eyes Grayson stroked himself staring into her eyes. Like the good girl she is Y/N opened her mouth, tongue sticking out. Grayson’s balls tightened and he groaned mumbling, “Fuck.”

   His orgasm explodes as he cums hard into Y/N’s awaiting mouth in which she catches every last drop. Grayson gorans as his cock began to throb again. By force he pulls Y/N up to stand and makes her strips out of her dress growling as he sees she’s not earning any panties underneath her dress.Y/N lets out a giggle as Grayson pushes her onto the bed.

“You’re such a bad girl.” Grayson spoke as he spanks her thigh.

   Grayson couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Y/N’s skin was glistening with sweat, her mouth covered in spit. He grabs her thighs spreading them open and latches onto her juicy clit. Her legs shook as Grayson circled her pussy hole with his tongue before dipping it in.Y/N’s cunt looked like a juicy fruit oozing its essence, going down the crack of her ass. Moans filled the room sound like music to Grayson’s ears.

   Grayson feasted on her so good it had hr legs shaking. His rip became tighter around her thighs as he held them down. Y/N felt so much overwhelmed and she needed to cum. “Oh fuck! Please make me cum daddy!”

Grayson smirks pulling away. “ Nah I don’t think you should get that privilege.”

“Please daddy please! I won’t disobey you ever again.” Y/N’s pleas turned into whimpers.

“Well since you begged so nicely.” Grayson smiles wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to his mouth.

“Shhiiitt daddy!” Y/N screams fists clenching the sheets.

   Her moans rang out through the room as her orgasm hits her and Grayson licks her clean. He kisses up her naked body, sucking the skin on her neck making her moan softly. Grayson found himself hard again as he led hard cock into her sopping wet cunt making Y/N gasp.

“Oh fuck so nice and tight for me.” Grayson groans as her walls squeezed him.

“I love the way you fill me up daddy.” Y/N moans feeling his thick cock rubs against every nook and cranny of her soft walls.

   Grayson started pounding into her tight cunt getting deeper and deeper into her. His hand slides up her shaking body to grab ahold of her neck and apply some pressure. Y/N’s fingers found her clit and she begins rubbing it in circles causing her to moan out. As Grayson held her legs down to the bed she could her orgasm approaching hard and fast. When he orgasm did hit it was so forceful that she pushed him out squirting all over the bed.

   Biting his lip Grayson moaned as he turns her over on her stomach, but bringing her hips up. Y/N wiggled her hips making her ass jiggle. This made Grayson spank her ass until it turned red. His hand snakes in her hair yanking her head back as he easily slid back into her wet cunt.

“Throw that ass back.” Grayson grumbled.

   Y/n’s hips met Grayson’s as she pushed back on his dick getting faster as she fucked herself on his dick. Grayson groaned from above ehr as he watched the sight below him. Her mouth parted as Grayson gave her backshots making loud cries of pure pleasure leave her mouth. He pounded her harder and deeper enjoying the sound of her ass smacking against him.

“Oh fuck daddy yes!” Y/N cries out gripping the sheets beneath her.

   He held her hips tightly pounding into her pussy. “You like me fucking you like that?”

“Yes daddy you’re fucking me so deep.” Y/N moans out.

   As he continued to fuck her Grayson got an idea. With the free hand Grayson eased a thumb into Y/N’s asshole causing her to gasp and cry out. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do daddy.” Y/N moans out.

“Who?” He asked her again.

“You daddy.” She repeats.

“Louder.” He demanded.

“You Daddy!” She screams out.

“That’s fucking right.” He growls in her ear.

   He wraps his hand back around her throat and fucks her like he hates her, also getting rid of the anger that made him pissed off earlier. Y/N clawed at his hand as he squeezed getting closer to his second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum.” Y/N moans.

“Cum. Cum around my dick.” He said moaning in her ear.

   The sound of their skin slapping against one another echoed through Grayson’s bedroom. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as his balls tightened and Y/N’s walls squeezed around him. Grayson came hard behind her coating her walls with his babies. As Grayson fell beside Y/N she lets out a giggle as she tried to catch her breath.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N apologizes. “I just wanted to have fun tonight.”

“I know mama I know.” Grayson says kissing her lips.

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When A Boy Tells You He Loves You

Includes: Finn Balor, reader x boyfriend Word Count: 2,997 (Based on the poem by Edwin Bodney) Description: When a boy tells you he loves you he doesn't mean it when Finn tells you he loves you he means every word. Angst-Fluff

Groaning when your phone rings bringing you from sleep you reach over picking it up off of your nightstand eyes slightly blinded by the light. You see a message from your boyfriend who was currently away on a business trip in Chicago. You had asked him to postpone the trip since this was your first weekend home from wrestling in the last four weeks he said it wasn't possible. When he asks if you have a few minutes to talk you reply with a yes before your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey sorry if I woke you up."

"That's fine is everything okay?"

"Yeah I just wanted to let you know I won't make it home tomorrow we just left the bar later than they wanted and we didn't get everything talked over."

"Do they really need you to stay? I leave tomorrow night we didn't see each other at all this weekend."

"I do don't worry (y/n) I'll see your match next Monday night okay?"

You release a sigh trying not to let your frustration show through your voice you understood he was busy but it sucked not getting to see him this weekend.

"Yeah that's fine I understand."

"Hey love you."

Sitting up in bed you look at the device in your hand trying to be sure you heard him right this was the first time he had said those words. You had been dating for the last four months and hadn't taken that step yet. A smile crosses your face could he really mean it did he actually love you? This was the first time a guy had told you he loved you sure you heard it all the time from friends and family but this was different.

"You don't have to say it back if you aren't ready okay? I just wanted to let you know about the meeting I'll call you tomorrow or something get some sleep."

"Alright travel safely."

Saying goodnight you hang up staring across the dark room pushing the hair from your eyes you send a text to your best friend Finn.

(Y/n)-He said he loved me..

Finn- Really? Are you okay with that? Did you say it back?

(Y/n)- Yeah it's okay and no I wasn't ready.

Finn- Don't until you are ready okay I don't want you forced to do anything you don't want too.

(Y/n)- I won't it's just nobody besides friends and family have said that like out of all my relationships granted I've only had a few but love wasn't ever spoken of we never got that far.

Finn- How couldn't someone love you? Just be careful x

Smiling at his text you promise too before telling him you were headed back to sleep. Pulling the covers over your shoulder you fall asleep with the words swirling through your mind.. ~ "You made me look like an idiot (y/bf/n) you had me waiting outside the cocktail lounge for over two hours. Everyone kept giving me sympathetic glances I wasted my time I could have been training or hanging out with my friends."

"(Y/n) I'm sorry I'm not going to say it again I lost track of time alright?"

"You always seem to lose track of time lately whenever we get to spend even a little time together I'm blown off for work, or your friends or whatever excuse you can make."

Leaning your head back against the seat of your car you look out the window the diner parking lot where you had ended up after your boyfriend didn't show was almost empty. Only lit up by the lights the cool night air felt good against your hot skin the phone pressed to your ear.

"It just happens it's not that big a deal I love you."

Silence you close your eyes knowing what he wanted you to do it had only been a few weeks since the first time he told you he loved you. Every time you had an argument or you got upset he dropped those three words like it would solve everything.

"Say it back (y/n) please I just want to hear it you haven't said it once and I've said it so many times."

"But (y/bf/n)."

"Please."

"Fine, love you too."

The words were spoken in a dead lifeless voice you can tell he is distracted when he tells you he has to go but promises to see you in the morning. Hanging up you stare out the windshield the words feeling weird you didn't want to say something you didn't mean but you didn't know any other way to make him happy. Dialing a number you knew by heart and could easily hit the speed dial you call your best friend.. ~ "Are you okay?"

Finn asks as you walk backstage having just finished a tag team match with Nia against Alicia and Mickie.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Because I can tell you weren't focused ya always beat Mickie but almost slipped up tonight."

"Can't I just be having an off night?"

You asked drinking some water trying to avoid his gaze Finn knew you better than anyone you should have known he would of noticed your mind wasn't clear.

"Come on love ya know you can tell me anything."

"It's (y/bf/n) it's like I don't exist with him anymore he's so inconsistent I've spoken more with Ruby these last few weeks than I have with him."

You confess knowing Finn would understand the example since you and Ruby weren't exactly fond of each other and the only time you spoke was when you argued.

"He's always coming up with a reason not to come see me or that I can't see him I just I have no clue what to do anymore."

Tears of frustration fill your eyes wiping them away so nobody would ask questions Finn wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. His chin resting on your head you couldn't help but want to sob the confusion and pain in your heart was making you weary.

"Maybe this means that he isn't the one for you love I mean look at how he's acting look at how he keeps trying to get you to say things you aren't ready for."

"I don't know I guess I just I'm so confused."

"Go on to the hotel you need sleep we can talk later."

Nodding you thank him heading for the locker room to get changed into your street clothes getting a uber to the hotel you were more than ready for sleep. Riding the elevator up to your floor grabbing the key from your bag you let yourself in. Getting a quick shower you pull on a large tee shirt Finn got you and some shorts before crawling in between the sheets. Eyes close you listen to the sound of the small radio you brought with you to help you fall asleep. Just as you get ready to finally pass out your phone rings glancing at it you see (y/bf/n) on the screen. Clicking the accept button you bring it to your ear about to speak but stop when you hear a voice that didn't belong to your boyfriend.

"Is this (y/n)?"

"Yes who's this?"

"My name is Elle I can't speak for long (y/bf/n) is in the shower and doesn't know I have his phone. I was going through it and saw that you were listed with a heart when I read the messages between you I couldn't believe what I was reading."

"He's been seeing you hasn't he?"

"Yes for the last three months I'm so sorry I didn't know he was already seeing someone."

"It's not your fault thank you for calling please delete and block my number from his phone I don't want him to call or see me again."

"You and me both sweetie I just thought you deserved to know."

Hanging up you stare at the ceiling your eyes watering as you laid there part of you was kind of relieved it was over another part a much bigger part felt so hurt. You couldn't believe he cheated on you, told you he loved you when he was messing around forcing you to say you loved him when he never meant the words in the first place. Tears fall quickly into your pillow as you cry you felt like an idiot for thinking he could actually care about you. Even though it was late you knew Stephanie would be awake still dialing her number you wait for her to answer.

"Hello, Stephanie speaking."

"Hey it's (y/n) um I know this is sudden but something has come up and I was wondering if I could have tomorrow off? I won't leave the city I know there is another house show I just need some time."

"Is everything okay?"

Giving her a brief explanation because you knew she'd understand you thank her repeatedly when she tells you to take the next two days off.

"You're welcome and listen if you need to talk woman to woman just give me a call."

"Thank you I'll keep that in mind."

When the call ends you block your ex on every social media format you were friends on before turning your phone off and falling asleep. The next day is spent curled up in bed watching random movies on the tv in your room you had the do not disturb sign on your door so your friends and coworkers wouldn't try coming over. When you're halfway through The Golden Child later in the afternoon a loud knock sounds on your door before you hear Seth.

"(Y/n) are you okay? None of us can get ahold of you please will you open the door?"

Sighing you get out of bed looking out the peephole to be sure he's alone than letting him in and closing the door behind him.

"You've had us so worried are you okay?"

"I guess I didn't want to talk with anyone I asked Stephanie for the day off and she gave me today along with tomorrow."

"Are you alright did something happen are you ill?"

"No no it's nothing like that."

Having him sit next to you on the bed you explained what happened last night next to Finn and a few of the other superstars Seth was one of your closest friends.

"Aww I'm sorry that's shitty of him he's an asshole who doesn't deserve a woman as great as you."

"Thanks, Seth."

"Do you need us to rough him up a little I mean nobody will find out we can definitely kick his ass with ease."

"As nice as that sounds I don't think it would be good for you all he's not worth assault charges."

You smile as he hugs you placing a kiss to the top of your head he smiles happy to see you a little better.

"Does Finn know?"

"Not about last night but pretty much everything else."

"Well if I was that asshole I would pray to whatever god he believes in that Finn doesn't find out right away."

"Why?"

"Finn cares about you (y/n) he loves you.. And the fact this guy hurt you it's not going to go over well with him."

"What am I suppose to tell him then?"

"The truth but I'm just saying he won't be happy it's best you tell him face to face does that guy know you know?"

"I'm sure he does now."

"Does he have Finn's number?"

"I don't think so Finn never really did like him."

"Okay good."

You two chat a little longer before Seth heads out promising to check on you in the morning and let the others know you were okay. Closing your door you resume your movies wanting nothing more than to just forget for a little while. As night finally arrives you decided to turn your phone on you had forgotten to call your parents and you were sure they were probably freaking out. A bunch of messages from your friends and coworkers from earlier in the day come through. You notice a few missed calls from your mom giving her a ring you explain what happened. She was relieved to hear you were okay before you hang up you promise to see her within the next few weeks.

Going to your messages you read from them thankful to have such great friends and coworkers. Seth sent you a quick text that he had spread the word and that if you needed to talk anymore to give him a ring. Going to Finn's messages you read them he had sent you the most you felt a little guilty having not told him.

Finn- (Y/n) you okay we didn't see you at breakfast.

Finn- Is everything okay? Steph said you weren't performing out today or tomorrow.

Finn- Love you're worrying me was it something I did?

Finn- I went by your room but the do not disturb sign was up I was going to ignore it but don't want you upset with me.

The messages continue as you get ready to send him a message letting him know you were okay a new one pops up.

Finn- Why didn't you tell me what happened?

When you hear rapid knocking at your door you throw off the blankets knowing who it was without needing to look.

"Hey."

Finn brushes past you into the room closing the door you watch as he paces in front of your bed before looking at you.

"Come'er love."

Walking the short distance to his outstretched arms you hug Finn tightly eyes welling up with tears as he soothes you.

"How'd how'd you find out?"

You ask through the tears and he rubs your back letting out a sigh as he pulls back a little to look at you.

"He dmed me on twitter asking me where he could send your things when I asked what he was talking about he told me he made a mistake. He wouldn't go into much detail I gave him my rental apartment address told him to make sure every single one of your things went there and to never try to reach ya again. After that, I got a text from Seth saying he spoke with you and you were okay I asked what was wrong he wouldn't tell me so I went to his room. Told him if he didn't tell me I was going to stomp his ribs outside of the ring when he least expected it."

"Finn you didn't."

"Well I had no other way to find out you weren't answering anyone love and I was getting worried about you. Especially since you were pretty upset last night and you never shut your phone off unless something is going on."

Sighing you nod your head taking his hand you lead him to the large chair by your window you just wanted to be held right now and Finn always gave the best cuddles. When you're both settled his arms wrapped around your waist you once again tell about the call you had gotten. You told him about how split in two you felt when the call ended you told him how dumb you felt. As the two of you sat there you spilled everything to Finn that had been troubling your heart. You cried which seemed like the only thing you had done the last couple hours but you knew he wouldn't care.

"I don't even know why I'm crying so much I was so upset and confused with how things were going I just."

"Because despite all that you cared for him and you thought he felt the same but he doesn't deserve your tears. He's lucky I don't find him and kick his ass because right now nothing would please me more. If he can cheat on ya and not see what an incredible woman he had than forget him. You deserve someone who will love you and mean it when they say it you deserve someone who isn't going to force you into saying or doing anything you aren't ready for."

"Why can't guys be more like you Finn?"

"They chose not to be but I'm glad you think so much of me."

"I really do you're my best friend my rock and I thank you so much for being here for me I appreciate it."

"I love you (y/n) and I'll do whatever I can to be here for you."

Finn smiles kissing your cheek as you sat there in silence you couldn't help but think about your friendship with Finn. Every single time he told you that he loved you there wasn't any doubt in your mind or heart that he meant it.

"Finn can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing love ask away."

"Seth said that (y/ex/n/) should pray to whatever god he believed in that you didn't find out. When I asked why he said because you love and care about me but the way he said it was a little different."

"How so?"

"He paused when he said love almost like he was worried he let something slip."

Finn stays silent causing you to turn your head to look at him your eyebrows raised.

"Did he let something slip?"

"It's not important right now I'll tell you about it another time okay?"

Biting your lip you nod your head resting it on his shoulder deep down you had a feeling Seth let slip that Finn didn't just love you he was in love with you. Funny the thought of Finn being in love with you sounded like it would be wonderful. You knew that with Finn you wouldn't be forced to do anything he always made you feel so cherished. -------------- Hope these are helping you feel better @ mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk

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What would be some Grell omorashi headcanons?

Quick Note: I tend to use she/her for Gr/ell and hc her as a tra/ns wo/man, but I also understand between canon sources, non-canon char interviews, author intentions, dif cultural views, The time period the canon takes place in vs. The year the media was published vs. Our current time now changing views/terms, it's ALL a giant clustertruck question mark blob. So feel free to hc Gre/ll differently, be that a very feminine ga/y man or b/i or nonb/inary or whatever, I genuinely don't mind how anyone hcs characters and fan content does not affect my enjoyment of canon in any way. I'm never gonna pick fights and claim somebody's playing with their imaginary Barbie wrong lmao, kindergarteners know better than that

Now to the actual ask:

ANON I LOVE YOU!!! Gr/ell is one of my fav chars EVER but I never get to talk about her hhhhh ❤❤❤

I've had 8 dang years to think about this so enjoy a varied selection 😼 I'm sorry in advance bc half of these are very lemony oops

General:

* Reapers have stronger bladders than humans (in terms of capacity/general strength), but they're still much weaker than a demon's (goes for all bodily functions tbh. Demons don't really have any, the only reason they would need to go is if they chose to partake in occasional food/drink, and could easily hold it for weeks or even months at a time). A reaper can probably hang in there with a full bladder for a day or two if very determined, less if they've had any strong diuretics/alcohol (I imagine the humans' stuff is p weak tho and barely gets them buzzed).

* Gr/ell's bladder is stronger than a newbie like Ro/nald's, but weaker than someone like W/ill's. Mostly bc she's frequently drinking unhealthy stuff and has no problem up and ditching to pee as soon as she's tired of waiting.

* Not bladdershy in the slightest, and not dysp/horic either. (While she wants a womb/too look more womanly, she also seems fairly content with her body and even takes pride in it in several scenes.) The only time I could see her getting nervous/locking up is if she had a really bad day or felt extra self-conscious, and it wouldn't be a very severe condition.

* She doesn't like going in weird/gross places because she is a Beautiful Lady With Standards, thank you very much. If she has absolutely no choice she'll suck it up and pee in an alley like the commoner humans, but she will complain about it for the next few years at every opportunity.

* That being said she's also a huge hypocrite, and if the situation was reversed would immediately snap at someone like W/ill or Ro/nald to just go in the alley already instead of failing to hide their desperation on the job. You bunch of damn babies, grow a pair.

* If she needs to be serious/doesn't want ppl to know, she can hide desperation fairly well (a little clumsy/flushed and sweaty, but that could be mistaken as her normal goofy behavior), masking how bad it really is until she's a minute from wetting herself.

* If she doesn't care and wants to complain though, she's obvious af. Whines and gripes the whole time, full-blown potty dance to garner sympathy, legs crossed and bouncing, everything. By the time she gets to the suspiciously e/rotic moans ppl usually hurry to find her a bathroom/yell at her to leave lol

* There have definitely been times when Gre/ll used going to the bathroom as an excuse to ditch work for a LONG time or took many frequent smaller breaks to do her nails/read magazines/flirt with Seb, etc. Needless to say, this backfires terribly the one time she actually does have to go because W/illiam definitely isn't putting up with her bs no matter how much she begs or squirms. He's even madder at her when he realizes he'll have to clean the floor. If she wasn't so mad/embarrassed herself, she'd have taken joy in his karma and gladly told him to suck her d/ick.

* That's def not the first time W/ill's seen her desperate or piss herself. As young stud reapers in training I guarantee G/rell got shitfaced at company parties on more than one occasion (or just went out drinking the night before work on a weekday lol). Frequently showed up for field work having to pee every other hour and driving him nuts c':

* She and Ma/dame Red definitely fooled around a couple of times (she's the only woman Gr/ell's ever been attracted to) . Maybe Gr/ell already had the kink and brought it up, or maybe Red saw Gr/ell squirming and asked (insisted) she let her watch until she lost control, but either way things got dirty real quick lmao. Red slapped a demon's ass in the same room as her nephew, she's dom AF (and inappropriate lmao). G/rell's a giant masochist/sadist combo. Do the math 👀👌💯

* I personally love the concept of her ending up desperate after inviting herself along and crashing one of C/iel and Seb/astian's missions and just being miserable the whole time trying to hide it. Because she def can't embarrass herself in front of B/assy, but even worse she will NOT prove she has to take a potty break before some human kid. Naturally, C/iel being the complete brat and posessive bitch he is, immediately picks up on her predicament and torments her the whole time/makes a fool of her without letting Seb know the real issue. She can't lay a finger on him because she'd be Dead and she can't whine for B/assy to get him to stop bc that would mean explaining her problem so it just keeps escalating in comedic fashion. (This isn't even an omo hc really sorry lol, I just love any plot with those two bickering like petty babies as rivals for Seb's attention, even better if Ci/el consistently pulls one over on her and is the more mature one. You killed my aunt and then tried to steal my butler, Get Rekt Bitch )

* In any aus where she isn't hooking up with Red or trying to get Seb, I ship her hard with Un/dertaker (they're my otp actually don't judge me). In those he's actually the one with a massive piss kink and she's weirded tf out at first, but I mean if ur bf already eats dog biscuits and sleeps in a coffin u can probs learn to live with it. She indulges him periodically and he spoils her rotten afterwards. (I actually had several fic ideas for those two back in the day. One day maybe I'll finally get around to it).

* No matter what she draws a hard line at drinking it. No thank you. Golden showers are a maybe but they better have some gr8 shampoo to scrub her luxurious hair with afterwards.

* Wetting herself in that too small choir outfit from s1 that basically made short shorts and a crop top? P l e a s e

Dom G/rell:

* Has totally tried to pin Seb down/trap him somewhere and use his increasing desperation as leverage to get what she wants since he's too proper to wet himself. It probably doesn't work bc he's crafty and also could just throw her across the room, but u know. Points for trying.

* When someone lets her dom them willingly she's an absolutely sadistic fiend. W/ill completely torment them until they're begging and broken, and they have to pleasure her first before she'll show any mercy and allow them to let go. That said, she's got an almost sweet tone to anything she says and is very affectionate the whole time. It's a dichotomy that leaves any subs an absolute wreck. Her absolute fav part is watching ppl squirm and start to leak, it's cute.

* She also likes doing the whole fake sympathy play, where everything nice she says makes it 20x worse for the sub. Poor babies ❤

* Making out so they can't say anything no matter how desperate they are, just writhing underneath her with their whimpers muffled in her mouth? Perfection.

* Slowly pressing her boot into someone's abdomen is her signature move.

Sub Gr/ell:

* Loves the whole humiliation aspect and being all squirmy and nervous in front of (S/EBASTIAN) people, struggling to hide her problems and act casual but knowing her face is flushed red.

* When it gets really bad she gets super whiny and submissive, whimpering and moaning and really playing up the vulnerable aspect. Look how pitiful she is, it would be oh so easy for them to have their way with her~ (and then she bats her eyelashes and they just glare ajdkgk stop fucking around G/rell this is a Serious Scene we talked about this before we started)

* Sometimes she does public holds or gets desperate before a mission/visit just so she can see how long she can get away with it before she has to cave/people get suspicious. It's k/inky, exh/ibitionist, and oh so delicious~

* Lives for (S/EBASTIAN) the dom to get mad and disappointed in her, verbally berating her for not being more composed and embarrassing them in public, manhandling her as she's dragged somewhere more secluded to get ahold of herself, being teased and poked and prodded all while they're sneering in her ear. She wants to feel like the dirtiest, most ashamed and nervous person alive for such a simple need, knowing it's going to come out eventually no matter how hard she tries to be Good, having to beg and plead with teary eyes only to be denied access to the bathroom and told to suck it up and hold it.

* She really liked her original disguise/persona from the Ma/dame Red Days for this exact reason. Could be as shy and stuttery as possible and really play it up, got bossed around/teased by everyone, it was great. Totally got desperate once or twice so 'he' could beg Seb/astian to use the manor bathroom and get pitied. If he 'tripped' and just so happened to lose control and start crying, well, that couldn't be helped...

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

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#5

Show me a member of the Elite who ISN’T a himbo. I dare you!

86 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 00:25:50 GMT

#4

Hey, love your blog so much!! Just wondering if I could request either oneshot or headcannon (Sorry I’m way too indecisive to try and pick one) with Roman Reigns x male reader. Reigns would be readers first bf, and be really overprotective and loving of him. Thanks 😊

AN: Thank you dear! It always makes me so happy to hear people like my works💗I hope you like it.

Warnings: Some Nsfw themes

Roman Reigns x Male reader Headcanons

Roman is so god damn sweet with you.

Especially with him being your first boyfriend.

He is supper into cuddling.

He can be the little or big spoon.

Sometimes he likes to hold you close to his chest

Other times he’ll lay with his head on your lap so you can play with his hair.

Over protective as fuck

If anyone makes a snarky comment he’ll take you and reassure you of any/everything.

Of course later he finds the person and ‘chats’ with them. 

Roman is a hopeless romantic.

Candle light dinners.

Romantic walks though the park to look at the stars

Long romantic vacations

He has the money so he will spoil you rotten

You don’t get a say in that

With him being your first boyfriend he helps you learn about sex.

Roman is a Dom. No question on that

But he can be as soft or rough as you want.

He definitely has a daddy kink

And loves to call you baby boy.

He made your first time together beautiful

Probably took you in a trip to a beach somewhere

The day leading up was spent doing plenty of fun things, before he takes you to a romantic dinner

He brings you back to the room and he had everything perfect.

Rose petals, candles, low lights. The whole shebang.

It’s slow and he told you how handsome you were the whole time.

After, he gets a bath for you both.

After care is always important to him

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87 notes • Posted 2021-06-11 05:36:56 GMT

#3

I’m not trying to be funny or even defend Karl Anderson, but what happened?

Let’s start with, I won’t say ‘the less serious issue’ but more of ‘a lesser of two evils’. His wife went on Twitter to say she caught him cheating on her, that his phone accidentally called her at 3am and she could here girls laughing in the background. She also stated that he’s left for 3 days at a time and she would know where he was. A link to that can be found here

Now for the second thing, and in my opinion the worse thing. As you may have heard, Daffney Unger sadly committed suicide last night/some time this morning. Last night fans got worried watching an Instagram live of her, and no one could get ahold of her all night. After this happened WWE offered mental health help to any of their wrestlers/staff who may need it, and Anderson was essentially making fun of it. He basically turned in into an other AEW vs WWE thing. Fans have called him out about it and he’s gone on to just call them ‘marks’ and tell them to fuck off. He took an extremely serious issue and made fun of it, and I will never be ok with someone who does that.

93 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 03:40:43 GMT

#2

Roman Reigns #51

Prompt: I love how your body loses control when you cum

“Come on babygirl, I know you’ve got one more in you.” Roman grunted out, slamming into you. His hands were pinning your hips to the bed so you couldn’t jerk around.

“I- I cant.” You gasped, overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes. You had already cum 3 times that night.

“Please baby, just one more. I love how your body losses control when you cum.” He whispered in your ear. His hand moved down a bit to rub small circles on your clit. “Now cum.”

The knots finally snapped, and you cried out as your whole body spasmed. You felt Roman finally cum, letting his head fall to the bed next to yours.

“See babygirl, I told you you could do it.”

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[justauthoring]

Playing The Role

Request: You should make a modern au where the reader and bellamy are a couple and he works at a bar then one day someone askes him to pretend to be their bf so their ex can get the message and he's nice so he agrees but then the reader shows up (but bell doesnt know that) and thinks he's cheating on her, and she avoids him and when he confronts her she confronts him and he explains and a happy fluffy ending Btw I love your stories sm💖

Requested by: @8bellarke8

A/N: Thank you so much <3

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: this is a Modern AU, fluff and angst ensues.

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in days. You couldn’t. Because every time you went to confront him, speak to him, anything, you pictured him leaning against a girl, his arm around her shoulders as they laughed. Laughed like they were a couple.

It had been like any other night, Bellamy worked at a bar near down-town were it was always busy. It got particularly busy at night, and he just happened to have the night shift that night. You were suppose to meet him at the bar later that night once his shift ended, and you’d two planned to hang around a bit there and then head off home. But when you’d finally arrived at the famous bar, not to mention after a particular difficult day at work yourself, you’d found your boyfriends arm wrapped up around another girl.

You’d been confused and hurt had flooded through. But you thought maybe she was just a good friend? So you decided to ignore it, continue making your way over to Bellamy when you found yourself stopping short once again. The girl had leaned over, pressing her lips against his. You’d turned around so fast, tears welling in your eyes as anger flooded your system. 

The minute you arrived home in your shared apartment with Bellamy, you’d grabbed your suitcase, packing it with whatever was needed and crashed at your parent’s house. You were currently still there, trying to figure out what to do. You needed to confront Bellamy, figure out what had happened that night and if you need to start searching for a new apartment. But every time you even thought about Bellamy, so much anger and betrayal flooded through you, you couldn’t think straight.

If it hurt to think about him, how were you suppose to go out and see him?

Though it seemed you might not have a choice. 

“Bye mom, bye dad.” You called, waving behind you. Your retired parents waved back, smiling as you headed towards the front door. You were heading off to work, a sleek skirt on with a blouse tucked in tight and some flats. You weren’t a huge fan of heels yourself, and dressing up so sophisticated for work everyday was already annoying. So you ignore the heels. 

The minute you opened the door, you immediately regretted it. There stood Bellamy, his hand help up in a fist as if he was about to knock. He looked confused, and worried, and you were always good at reading Bellamy. You wanted to scream at him the minute you saw him, especially with that dumb look on his face that proclaimed he had no idea what was going on. 

Narrowing your eyes, you leaned forward; “what the hell are you doing here?” You whispered.

Bellamy shook his head; “you never came home. I was worrie-”

“You were worried-!?”

“Honey,” your mom called, interrupting your lash out. “Everything okay.”

“Fine, fine.” You smiled back at her, before it dropped, turning back to Bellamy. Signalling with your hand to move back, Bellamy followed and stepping outside of your parents home, you shut the door. As soon as you were sure they couldn’t hear you anymore, you sighed heavily. “I don’t have time for your excuses Bellamy. I need to go to work.” 

“Excuses?” You moved to walk past him, but his hands reached out to grab your arms. You gasped, glaring up at him. How dare he think he can just grab you like that? “What the hell is going on Y/N? You don’t answer my calls, you don’t come home, no matter who I ask they all say it’d be better if I just backed off.”

Pushing yourself from his grasp, you stepped back. Taking a deep breath, you straightened out your shirt. “You know why I’m not home.”

Bellamy’s face only grew more baffled; “no I don’t. Did I do something?”

“Did you do something?” You laughed dryly, shaking your head. “You did more than just ‘something’.” Bellamy only remained silent, his expression giving away that he had no idea what you were talking about. “Drop the act Bellamy. You know I took a chance dating you, everyone told me you would drop me the second you got bored of me. I just didn’t think you’d cheat on me.”

Bellamy’s mouth fell open, “cheat? I didn’t- what? When?”

“You really don’t know?” For some reason it hurt more that he couldn’t even bother to remember. But maybe this only meant he’d done it more than once. The thought made your heart drop. “That night, last week at the bar. I was suppose to meet you at the end of your shift,. I walked in only to find your arm around another girls face and then her lips against yours.”

Bellamy’s face only grew more bewildered, as he paused, thinking back. Suddenly his face lit up with realization; “Y/N, you don’t understand. I wasn’t cheating on you-”

“Like hell you weren’t.”

Bellamy stepped forward, grabbing ahold of your arms again. You let him. “No, this girl, she was being harassed by her ex-boyfriend. She saw me working at the bar and asked if I could pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. It worked and then when you walked in, she took it too far, but I pushed her away.” You scoffed, shaking your head. Excuses. Bellamy bit his lip, trying to think of a way to convince you. “How long did you stay after you saw her kiss me?”

Narrowing your eyes, you faltered; “not long. I turned around the minute i saw it.”

“Then you didn’t see me push her away-” Bellamy sighed, seeing his wasn’t getting through to you. “Y/N, please. You have to believe me. I would never cheat on you... I-I love you...”

Shock filled your system. That was the first time he’d ever said that to you. Sure you’d said it to him plenty of times and he’d nod or kiss you, but he’d never said it back. Apparently, he never said it. Biting your lip, you loosened up, turning to Bellamy with a certain vulnerable expression. “You promise?”

“I would never cheat on you,” Bellamy promised. “Promise.”

Nodding hesitantly, you leaned forward, hugging him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Pushing back from the hug, you grinned. “Drive me to work?”

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

[hankeliza]

Hate to be cliche, but here goes.

This decade has been some shit. 2010. Best year of my life. I’m 17, I have my soul mate and best friend every single day of my life. No bills and making way too much money. I got the love of my life, Rome. I am so cool in my mind and just life was fucking GREAT. I met corbin that year and I was legit in absolute bliss.

Feb 2012 my best friend moves to fl and that was so great but I am in absolute shambles. I am lost I am unhappy. This is where it all goes wrong and only now, 8 years later do I realize the codependency issues I had with jenna. I fucking loved that chick from the depths of my goddamn soul, we could speak and make decisions and plans with just locking eyes for a blink of a second. So bc I am sad, lost and unable to make sense of my selfish and immature feelings, I take it out on her and a whole slough of klonopin. Corbin and I are doing bad and this is when it should’ve ended.

April 2012 (hah time is funny af) I do some shady shit, but not to the magnitude it was portrayed. Life moves on and I get back with corbin. This is my new person to rely on. I need him bc he stuck thru it with me and gained my whole hearted trust that he loves me, even when ugly and I love him through all of his ugly. We are ugly and we are in love and nothing in the world matters to me anymore besides him.

Oct 2012 I finally am ready to move outta stc. But corbins with me. I beg and beg and beg to please go to Tampa but nah, we go to Miami. It’ll be easier, Adam will take us in. He still is this big mature, always with it guy, I don’t know him, that’s why. We get there, nothing much to even talk about. Great times but eh. Leavin it at that. Shit happens and we get out of dodge like some fuckin thief’s in the night. Drive two days to portland. I won’t get into all the beautiful shit I saw bc that’ll take too long but, here we are.

I live with a naked hippie that is actually psychotic and oh, later on turns out she’s making us pay for a house SHE IS SQUATTING IN. But anyway, things happened (again adam) and we move to the city city. Won’t even get in to the shit that transpired there, but now I’m moving back home.

Feb 2013 (wow really seeing some timelines matching up of my most unpleasant times of my life?!¿¡) so I’m back home. I don’t sleep, I don’t eat. I think I weighed 110 while standing 5’8. My dads on parole, only time I see sunlight is when he needs to meet with his PO. Nicole nurtures me and literally does everything in her power to make me be better, but I am not ready to feel happiness or bond with any other human. I am not ready to move on or up or out. I am stuck. Corbin moves home. Ahhh yes. My safety blanket is back and I can be happy again (hahahah)

So in the meantime while I was sad Nicole and I are partying, late nights to meijer and rite aid, getting high and snacks and shit is just fucking awesome. She meets the love of her life and he takes her and even me in to his whole friend crowd and I am HAPPY and feel bliss again. I have friends? Imagine that. They fall madly in love and then heh, they move. Well shit. Now mind you I have totally capability to see them whenever I please bc Nicole is an open door policy. But truly I’m lazy, I like convenience and still wrapped up in my own stupid bitchass, (that I can now see, but then couldn’t) and it’s back to corbin and I.

So now it’s getting close to end of 2013 and all I pretty much do is spend every waking moment with corbin. I don’t mean to make that sound so awful, then I loved it. Now, it’s all so bleak.

2014 hits. I’m in and out of jobs. Corbin and I live off of pop can returns. I’m still 21 so like, none of that mattered and I didn’t care about a future. He gets a job and I finally get into the courthouse. We start doing ~molly~ heavy. Locking ourselves in a bedroom from Friday-Sunday. Every weekend. When you hear “ecstasy/drugs ruined my sex life” from older people, you don’t really know what to make of that. When I tell you drugs ruined our sex life and our likeness for each other, now I fucking get it. I stopped smoking weed 24/7 bc I was paranoid of losing my job. Not much more to that year or 2015 than chemical pills and being locked in a room and outdoor adventures with my dog.

2016, I finally convince corbin to {for the love of god} attempt to get his license back (which he did, and then ruined again, but that comes later) so we’re really making moves, honestly for us we were doing shit. We had a marker board calendar AND meeting our goals/deadlines !!! His dad gets oxys, and we’ve been borrowing his Vicodin for idk, a year or 3 at this point. This is kinda when things get fuzzy. But oxys come and got damn do they feel good. But only recreational. It wasn’t serious then.

Corbin gets prescribed adderall. Not much more we need to dive in to with that jazz but oxys and addies were all we ate until about the end of 2017. Pills are gone. Let’s fucking driiiiink.

2018

So I developed an alcohol issue at this point. Still battling it to this day. But I don’t really remember much. Did some cool shit, went to Europe. Met a girl that I’ve never loved kissing more. She was nuts. I moved out of our apartment we got together and back home, re-up w/ Rickey, we have fun. He cheats on me with the girl he got pregnant and neglected (they’re engaged now, congrats guys) I’m completely broken and alone because at this point i have managed to push every waking soul away from me and experience the weirdest fucking shit ever that I can only explain as spiritual, or maybe it was satanic. It burned and hurt and scared the ballsacks out of me. Can’t kill your self if you’re a pussy, turns out.

I spent this whole year trying to find friends, wrong crowd. I developed a relationship with a coworker who still to this day has my heart and soul and I love him and will always hope the best. He is the greatest comfort I had but it was only ever from 5pm - until we finished having drinks and sex and then back to being alone. I even confessed my confused love for him and he set me straight. He showed me more about being strong than anyone ever. I love you D.

The end of September I finally meet up with a dude I can’t take my damn eyeballs off for years. I finally mustered up the courage after making excuses for about 2 weeks why I couldnt meet up with him. So I come over. It’s raining so hard. I couldn’t find his house. I just wanted the god damn dick, and go home. He didn’t let that happen.

We see one another mainly every single day except Wednesday’s because he has plans that day every week. I tried my hardest to ghost him multiple times but he didn’t let that happen either. We are both drinking a lot because we are both sad but our company really really reaaaally made up for the sadness. He is the funniest person I’ve ever met and I think he thought that about me too.

November 21st comes and he is being weird and I am constantly nervous around him so I get weird bc I think I did something or he’s gonna tell me to go home, I didn’t know. He finally says he wants to be my man, like full time man. I have a bf? I don’t want one but something about you is fckin freaky you beautiful boy. Everything is coming together.

And here we go: December 21. 1 month is all it took to mess it up.

Leaving my work party, ironically after getting all of my drinks bought for me :) , I go to jail. Jail was not as bad as I expected. I was a good criminal so I got to sit in a different room w/ a tv until shift change. Oh and ! my high school classmate was a worker there so that was neat ! (jesuschrist) anyway; dont have Laynes number memorized, my family and I just watched my grandpa die, gasping for air 10 day prior. Can’t call my mom. Scared to call my dad (who was the nicest of anyone) soooooo corbin it is. I dealt with his jail problems time after time so, his turn I guess.

Welp it’s 2019. Not much to say. Layne stuck through all of it with me and I have no fucking clue why. Got a therapist. Stopped drinking whiskey completely. Bought a vacuum and couch. Live with my way too supportive boyfriend. My family fucking loves him. I am .... growing ? stronger ? mentally ? as every day passes ? because of him ? He teaches me so much about moving on, life and just thinking before doing. Life ain’t that serious. I love you Layne. I completely do. I started alcohol classes and I went in with such a shitty attitude, like I’m better than everyone? (Been my issue for, forever) I fucking love my group sessions. I am for once not alone with the unpopular shit I struggle with. Addiction is so real and I always thought it was a stupid ass excuse for being lazy but hahhhhhh karma loves me.

I’ve been struggling so hard with jenna. I have talked to a handful of people and most have said it’s been blown out of proportion but, don’t hurt your friends. I finally fucking wrapped it up when I got ahold of her, tried to anyway, before Christmas. I explained a lot, now that I’ve had years to sit back and reflect on myself and my bullshit and I can’t blame her (side bar: she still didn’t care lol.) But I am fuckin over it. My feelings got hurt to absolute fuck about some things and instead of being mature, I fucked her over, because I felt fucked over. But I’m sorry, I did that, I take responsibility and best wishes forever but an anvil weight has finally been lifted off my chest and I feel like I can finally move the fuck on and it’s such a great feeling to get rid of something that’s been eating me alive.

So basically, the last two years ate me the fuck alive. This year I meditated on shit. We will see how 2020 goes but I am ready considering what I’ve done to myself, been through and I still am fucking alive and trying. Being a human is dumb but it’s aight sometimes. Getting better. Good luck y’all.

[jokers-sweethearts]

Jokers Daughter Imagine: Heartbroken

Request: (anon) Pls write something where j kills her bf and she's gets mad at him like madder than she ever had and doesn't talk to him for like a month and he goes insane

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“Daddy please don’t!” you screamed at your father, face burning from anger and tears of rage falling down your face. You stepped in front of your boyfriend to show your father that you didn’t want this. You had followed your lover out in his car and drove out to the dirt roads of Gotham to be alone. You should have known better, you should have known the Joker was capable of anything he wanted. And he wanted to find you.

The Joker matched your eyes with the rage in his and pointed his gun at the boy standing behind you. The boy that had stolen his daughters heart from him. Right under his nose the boy came into your lives, his little world that he shared with you and wanted all to himself, cast a spell on you, made you fall in love with him, and Joker didn’t stop it. Tonight he was going to, he promised himself that he would win you back and make you his princess again. He knew he should have never brought this on you and he was ridden with guilt. Harley had warned him daughters always fall for boys like their fathers. He kicked himself every day for taking you to the club and having you sit in on that meeting with the other gangsters of gotham. That’s when you met the boy, the rookie criminal trying to make a name.

“Daddy you don’t have to do this! I love him just like you love mommy, can’t you understand that?” Your rage was turning into complete sorrow and desperation. “It doesn’t change how I love you or her, but I need my own life too.” you pleaded with your father to understand. You didn’t want him to let you go, just to let you breathe. 

The Joker’s hand started to shake, the gun was unsteady in his hand like it hadn’t been since Harley was way from him in Belle Reve. When he saw his little girl crying it made his stomach turn and felt like the air was being strangled out of him. He wanted to make you happy, but he knew for sure that you would be happy back home with him. He wanted to keep you safe even more and he knew that boy and his lifestyle wasn’t safe, because it was the same as his. The more your words ran through his head the angrier and more motivated he got. I love him, I love him, how could his baby give her heart to anyone but him? How could she trust another man to worship and take care of her like he could? The more he thought about the boy, the more he focused on him standing behind you like a coward letting you defend him, the more he thought about him sneaking you out of the house and away from him was the more he could steady his hand.

You looked at the green haired and pale skin man that you have adored ever since the day you were born. Still as an older girl there was a part of you that wanted to throw yourself into his arms like when you were little and have him protect you from the world. But that part of you was getting smaller and you wanted to make your own path and fight for yourself. Just like your parents you knew what you wanted.

“Daddy please don’t do this, it’ll break my heart please.” You reached your hand out to your father waiting for him to grab it, your touch always calmed him down. “He makes me happy.” 

The Joker took his eyes off of the boy standing silent waiting for what he knew in his gut was inevitable. Your father took your hand gently and tried as best he could to give you a soft glance and smile before he pulled you to your side and squeezed you next to him. 

“I won’t let him take you from me. He can’t keep you safe.” he whispered into your ear before starting to pull the trigger.

The world seemed to slow down and the only thing you could think to do was look over at your lover staring back at you. With restless eyes he mouthed the words I love you before his chest ignited with gun fire and blood. Your ears started to ring so loudly you couldn’t even hear yourself scream, you just felt the soreness in your throat. You tried to go to his lifeless body but the Joker wrapped his arm around your waist and picked you up and started carrying you to the purple lamborghini. You clawed at him like an animal trying to get yo your lost lover but it was no use. He was too strong and was able to get you into the car and start racing away. 

You were too in shock, too enraged to cry and fully process what had happened. You suddenly stopped struggling and looked over at your father. You just stared at the man who you had loved, the first man you loved, the man that had protected you against everything and always made you feel better. You couldn’t fathom how he, out of everyone in the world, could be the one to hurt you this badly. 

The Joker noticed you out of the corner of his eye staring at him, in his twisted jealous rage and pride he was sure you were staring at him in adoration. For what he thought was saving you from that boy like a knight in shining armor and taking you back to the castle like the princess you were. He became neurotic with a sense of victory that he had you back and could take you home to Harley so the clown family could live in harmony again, just the three of you belonging to each other. 

When you realized that his perception of what was going on was even more warped than you had imagined you lost it. Your vision blurred and you just started thrashing around in the passenger seat and beating your father as hard as you could with your hands and grabbing the steering wheel. The Joker was taken by surprise, he had never seen his daughter so upset before and his chest was starting to ache as he steadied the wheel of the car and tried to subdue you from hitting him. The two of you finally pulled up to the house and he parked before turning to you and trying to grab your face.

“Princess please listen to me, it was for the best! I had to do it! He would have put you in more danger than you know he didn’t deserve you!” the Joker tried desperately to get the words out easy as a thousand thoughts swirled through his mind. “He couldn’t have protected you like I can! Love you like I can! Please princess.” You kept thrashing around trying to get out of your fathers grip. More tears started to fall except this time they were form pure sadness instead of anger. When Joker saw the tension in his chest and shoulders got tighter. “Please princess it’s me! It’s me you love me remember?” 

“I hate you!” you screamed at him before suddenly stopping and staring at him, it was like you lost complete control of your body. The two of you sat in silence and the blank expression on your fathers face plagued you. You meant what you said and you didn’t. You hated him for what he had done but at the same time, that same little part of you, couldn’t believe the words that had come out of your mouth. You decided that you weren’t going to let him win. You were going to punish him for what he had done. You shot out of the car and ran into the house and locked yourself in your room. The Joker sat in the car for a few more minutes, his entire body felt like it was going to collapse. He grabbed the skin over his heart thinking it was going to explode out of his body. 

"I just got my little girl back” he whispered alone in the car “I just got her back from him” he dug his fingernails into the skin on his chest deeper and deeper “I can’t lose her again.” The joker’s jealousy and pride and maliciousness all seemed to seep out of his body in that moment. He had been through it all he thought, felt all he was capable of feeling he thought, but this was a sensation like no other. This is was heartbreak was like.

He jolted out of the car and ran in the house after you, he channeled everything he was feeling into winning you back, if he didn’t he would lose what little of his sane mind he had left. He rushed to the door knob to turn it and come into your room but he felt it locked. It was like a final blow to him and he sank to his knees outside of your door.

“If you won’t open the door then just listen.” he said in a stern voice, he felt that same strangling sensation in his throat, if he didn’t talk sternly his voice would crack after every word. “I didn’t do it to hurt you. You of all people should know that.” when he got silence he cleared his throat and shook his head back and forth to get ahold of himself. “I did it because I wanted to protect you from people like him.”

You sat on the other side of the door in the same position as your father, sunken down to your knees with your ear against the door. “You’re one of those people.” you spat back at him. You put both hands on the door as if to keep yourself from opening it and accepting him. You wanted to fight the pull and the bond you had with him so badly.

Joker was relieved to hear you were listening to him and at the sound of your voice, even if anger it was the sweetest music to his ears. “I don’t want you to have me I want you to have better than me.” Joker never liked to admit he wasn’t perfect, but with you were like a mirror for him to see what he really was. You couldn’t get the thought of your lover dead on the ground out of your mind. No matter how much you loved your father the line was crossed. You got up and went back over to your bed and just let all the sobs out. Joker saw your shadow disappear from under the door and slammed his head against the ground and his fingers under the door. All his sensibility was thrown out the window when the fragile connection that was building up in that moment was permanently broken.

The months dragged on, each day feeling like it’s own year to the Joker. His princess stayed locked in her room all day refusing to let him in or even acknowledge his existence. He tried countless times to sit by the door and talk and to sleep outside the door waiting for her to emerge but he could never catch her or get through to her. Over the past few months he stayed in his office in a drunken haze surrounded with pictures of his princess day dreaming and hallucinating that she had forgiven him. He cradled a photo in his hand of the two of them before this had all happened. When he was the only man in her life and she adored him. He quickly snapped out of it and dropped the photo when he saw the door of his office shake.

“Princess? Is that you?” when he heard no response he started to get suspicious

“Come in and play whoever you are!” he snarled at the door before it blew open and wood shards spread all over the room. He grabbed his gun and ran behind his desk and gun fire reigned in on him. A man walked though the doors and Joker instantly knew who it was. 

“Oh I’ll come in, but there won’t be much playing here.” the man said before he whistled. In came another man but this time he had a knife to your throat as he dragged you in. The Joker shot up and raised his weapon towards the man holding you. “Oh I wouldn’t do that the man said.”

“Let her go!” the Joker growled back.

“Oh come on J, you know how it is. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A child for a child.” 

You gripped the mans arm around your neck and tried to get loose. You saw your father for the first time in months. His clothes were disheveled and his face had a black smile on it and a soulless look in his eye. You thought you were struggling not seeing him, only to realize he was doing much worse. 

“I’m warning you. Let her go and I won’t peal the skin off your tendons.” Joker looked at you and you back at him. You still had the rage inside of you, still wanted to hate your father, but his eyes were making you weak at the knees, the man pressing the knife into your throat, the thought of leaving this world made you want to be a little girl now more than ever. The man pointed a gun back at Joker and you felt a shock down your spine. In that instant when you both thought you were going to be taken away, it was like all those months of grieving for you and anxiety for him had never happened. It was like you were never mad at him. You both just wanted to be with each other.

“There’s nothing worse than the pain of losing a child. Now you, you fucking clown will know what that it is!” The Joker looked at you with his expression changed from longing to determination. He angled his gun as the man holding you started to press the knife deeper. Before you felt any real pain the man’s head exploded next to you and you dropped to the floor. “NO NO NO GODDAMMIT!” the man screamed as he saw his man drop dead. “Told ya didn’t I? Huh?” the Joker smiled a smile like he hadn’t since his first moments emerged from the chemical vat as he saw you stand up ready to run into his arms like he was the hero, like the little world the two of you had built so long ago together was coming together again. You hesitated for a moment, can you really forgive him? Before you could answer your own question another gun shot rang out in the office and you saw your fathers side split open and start pouring blood. The joker, the man who seemed invincible fell to the ground and the man beside you stared as he felt his son being avenged. 

In that moment everything besides your father disappeared from your mind. You grabbed the knife that was held at your throat moments ago and lodged it into the mans side. You wanted him to feel the pain your father did. You pulled it out and started stabbing over and over again until he was caked in blood and turning blue. You looked over and saw the pale hands not moving. You crawled over to him and lifted his head into your lap.

“Daddy? Daddy please don’t leave me! I’m sorry and I know you’re sorry just please be okay!” you pressed your forehead against his and pressed your hand over his wound. 

You felt the faint touch of his hand over yours and press down. “Princess?” he said softly. “I need you to say it.” 

You instantly knew what he meant. It had haunted you just as much as it haunted him. That night and the words you spat at him in the car. You couldn’t hate your father no matter how much you tried. You were each others worlds.

“I love you, daddy.” you said to him. He lifted himself up with the strength he had left and you did what you had wanted to do since that night, throw yourself into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and he stroked your hair. “ Is it bad? Are you going to be okay?” you looked up and asked him.

The Joker felt his confidence and his pride all flow back into his bloodstream in that moment. He had everything he needed back and reverted back to his old clown self. “I’m the joker kid. Even I gotta tell ya to stop being so serious. You think one lousy bullet could stop me?” The two of you shared one last glance with each other before you both erupted into laughter. Now you had both killed for each other no matter how twisted the reasoning was, proving the love.

[daebak-dreams]

BTS (Yandere Ver): When Their Crush Is Already In A Relationship (Slight NSFW?)

Anon Asked:  Heylo, lovelies! May I have a yandere!bts reaction to their crush already having a bf but they like her A LOT? And if you could squeeze in a little teeny weeny bit of smut, that would be amazing. You girls are the best 💓💓 ily ❤

Here you go sweetie! Enjoy ! We love you too :-) Also* Since you want some slight smut in their I will make them into small scenarios

WARNING* Our Yandere Version’s of things always contain some sort of material pertaining to topics such as, possessiveness, obsession, and sometimes violence so if these sorts of things trigger you, please refrain from reading. We never want to hurt any of you with our reading :-(

Seokjin

   He couldn’t stand it knowing that you were someone elses, it made him go insane, but of course he bottled that all up within in not wanting to appear crazy on the outside. It’s only when he spotted you at the little cafe that you loved going to, especially with that boyfriend of yours. That’s what angered him the most, but seeing you sitting there in that outfit of yours with your hair pinned back showing that delicate neck of yours, how could he simply look the other way? He slowly got up from where he sat and made his over to you and sat across from you, taking you by surprise. Of course he ignored your questioning expression and cut to the chase. He grabbed ahold of your hands and held them up to his lips, blowing warm air onto your fingers as he spoke about how much he had missed having you keep him company along with a warm cup of warm and sweet liquid. 

    “My boyfriend will be here soon...” You trailed off, but he was too fixated on your hands as he stared down at them for a long moment putting them back down on the table as he spoke. “Your hands are so soft,and irresistible.” He sighs. “Do mine feel the same?” He spoke quietly, so quietly that you had to read his lips in order to understand what he had just said. When you were distracted by that, you didn’t feel his hand, that was now crawling up your leg, until his lips stopped moving, snapping you back to reality. You gasped at his hand that now rested on your thigh from under the table and quickly shooed it off of you as you stood up, demanding he tell you what he was doing. He simply looked at you and said, “You’re irresistible Y/N, There’s no way that I can keep my hands off you, so what makes you think that just because you have a boyfriend that I’m just going to stop trying to pursue your heart, hm?”

Namjoon

    His most favorite thing to do was to help you after your classes and stay a little bit after, studying with you in the library for hours on end. But when your boyfriend came into the picture, all of that quickly changed. He became distraught and sad when you skipped out on spending time with him, to be with that other man. At first, he hid his anger, shoving it deep down within him, trying to keep his cool. But one day all those repressed feelings suddenly came out when he saw you again, as you asked him if he wanted to study for an exam that was coming up, and since you had time. He agreed, more eagerly than he should have as you two walked to the library and talked about things to catch up on. 

    The rest of the time ran smoothly, with him starring at you lovingly and trying his best say things that would make you smile and laugh. He didn’t want the day to end, he hoped that he could hold onto you just a little longer, but just then your phone chimed. It was a message from him, your beloved boyfriend telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. “I’m sorry I have to go now,” You gave a small apologetic smile his way as you stood up from your seat and grabbed your books, but you were taking by surprise when he swiftly stood up and grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. Of course you tried to protest out of surprise but he never let go of his hold on you Instead he inched closer to you, until he cornered you,making you take a few steps back until you were practically sitting on top of the table behind you. You looked around feeling your face flush from embarrassment , but to no avail, the tall bookshelves hid you and him away from everyone else’s view, leaving you in his hungry presence. “Don’t look at me like that Y/N.” He said as he made his way closer to you, stepping between your legs. “I would never touch you without your consent, I just don’t know what else to say to make you stay and let me speak about how I feel about you and that man you claim you love. He doesn’t love you like I do..” He whispered.

Yoongi

  He was watching you and that new guy of yours for sometime now. He hated the fact he got to kiss you, and hold you, and be in your presence as your lover. He hated him altogether. He was angry at the world, and he became much more angrier when he didn’t see you for a whole week after sometime. He worried about you and your well-being. He wondered if maybe, this boyfriend of yours was keeping you locked up from the world. But finally you appeared before him one day, as you walked down the street with him. He was leaned up against a random car across the street, watching you from afar. The minute that you two stopped outside of a small restaurant and he let go of your hand to disappear inside, that was his chance to get your attention. He quickly made his way over to you, not caring about the cars that honked his way or the people that cursed him out of the road, the only thing that was in his tunnel vision was you, and how much more breathtaking you looked then and there. 

   You turned around and lost your smile when you laid your eyes on Yoongi, who stood there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and staring at you with his head slightly tilted to the side as he stared at you. “Yoongi ,what are you doing here?” You asked knowing how long it had been since you two last talked. “I wanted to see you for so long, that bastard took you from me.” He sighed angrily. You gave him a curious look, “So you followed me?” But before he could answer you, your boyfriend came out and wrapped his arm around your shoulder with a sharp, “Let’s go.”, but Yoongi grabbed your arm and pulled you against him protectively, with a snarl towards him, “Don’t you dare tell Y/N what to do like that.”

J-Hope

    Although he was one of your closest friends on campus, you never knew that he had a thing for you, or should you say, much more. You were his most favorite person on Earth, so when you started to date that guy he never liked, it put a sour taste in his mouth. He couldn’t understand how such and angel would choose someone as sinister as him, but then again he himself was the devil dressed up in a white robe and a halo with wings. Around you he was nothing but sugary smiles, yet the minute you turned your back, anyone that dare look your way in lust or disgust who get a death glare shot their way. 

    As you stated to spend less time with him he became more upset by the day, knowing the one to blame was your boyfriend. Well, he wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. He knew were you were around the time he finally decided to talk to you as he made his way over there, his backpack high on his shoulder and a look of pure seriousness across his face. “Hobi?” You smiled at him up from your book as he smirked at you. “Hey Y/N, what are you doing? I miss you.” He spoke as he leaned over the table, facing you. You opened your mouth to say something, but your boyfriend stepped behind you and hugged you from behind with a smile as he greeted you with a kiss. This time J-Hope had, had enough as he mumbled under his breath, “Jealous.” To this your boyfriend looked over at him with an angry frown telling him to repeat what he had just said, but all he could do was grin and laugh at him in a taunting way, “You’re really pathetic you know that? Stealing someone else girl? Ha she was mine way before you came into the picture.”

Jimin

   He was someone who had liked you from a distance for far too long. Of course you didn’t personally know him, but there were times you two had interactions. He was sweet and very gentleman like, always holding the door open for you, and complementing you on the smallest of things, to even carrying your things for you. You didn’t think too much of it, you just thought he was a popular guy who helped out everyone around him, which is why he appeared to be so likable among others. Of course you quickly changed your mind when you found out his true colors, but that was only when you started dating someone else.

    You were walking to your next class when you noticed him standing against the door leading into the room where you needed to go. “Hi Jimin, Were you looking for someone?” You asked feeling curious. This was rare, seeing him in this wing of the school around this time, and you knew you didn’t have classes with him either. Just then he grabbed hold of your hand leading you away from the classroom. You protested, but he still kept walking until he came to the small supply closet, and pushed you in while he walked in after you,closing the door behind him. The minute he turned around, he had you pinned against the wall behind you. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. You just didn’t understand why he was acting this way all of a sudden. He must have read your expression because the next thing he did was lean his lips down against your ear, and whisper in a heavy and raspy tone, “I didn’t know how else to make you see that I want you. I deserve to have you, not that other guy. I have liked you for some time now. Will you accept these feelings of mine?”

Taehyung

   He didn’t want to believe it when you told him you had a boyfriend so studying sessions with him were going to be cut short. He was in a crying mess, not because of his grades, but because now you were someone elses, and as much as he wanted to be close to you, he loved you enough to respect you and your relationship. But how long would it last? After sometime of moping around from not being able to see you more often than he would like, rather than in the hallways exchanging a quick ‘Hello’, he couldn’t take it anymore. You gave him the energy and motivation that he needed to go on in life and he wanted that back, and would do anything he could to get it.

   You walked outside, making your way to your car after work one night and there he was,leaned up against it, with a serious expression. Of course you were a little surprised, never did you see him this serious, around you he was always latched onto you with nothing, but smiles. “Taehyung, what are you doing here, I told you that I couldn’t help you study this we-” You didn’t finish, because before you knew it he had you gently flipped against the car with a gasp. He held onto you wrists as he hovered above you, trying to keep you from moving out of his view. “I didn’t come for studying, I came for you. I need you Y/N. How could you chose that jerk of a guy over me?”

Jungkook

   He didn’t want to admit it, but he had liked you for so long, he just could ever admit it to you let, alone himself. He was afraid of getting rejected by you. How could he not? The way he checked up on you every other hour  throughout the day, and the way he followed you home sometimes, and warding other people away from you making sure that you didn’t become close with anyone else but him were things that he was sure would push you away. But after not hearing from you for sometime now he became more anxious than ever. He blew up your phone with text message and missed calls, leaving voicemail after voicemail hoping you would hear them and get back to him so he could have some kind of interaction with you. When you never got back to him, that’s when he took action.

   He made his way to your house, hoping you would be there so he could finally rest easy if he got the chance to see your smiling face again. It was a big surprise to you when you answered the door and expected to see your boyfriend, but instead saw Jungkook standing there with a hurt expression. The minute that you opened the door, he lunged at you and threw his arms around you as he held onto you tightly. “Jungkook you’re squeezing the air out of me! What’s wrong?” You hissed. He finally pulled away, seeing as he was causing you pain. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I have to confess how much I love you..” He huffed as he placed his hands on your face and leaned into you, staring at your lips in a hungry manner, but before he could devour you, your boyfriend walked in demanding what was going on. It didn’t take long for Jungkook to piece two and two together and get fired up once again, as he slowly made his way over towards him with a balled up fist. “So you’re the reason that Y/N and I lost touch?”

Hope you enjoyed it! :-)

I apologize for any typos!

-Admin Bonbori

[rezilient-m3]

So, this past weekend I had my first scheduled, court ordered visit with my daughters. The last time I've seen them was Feb 2019 and last time I spoke to them was April 10th. I can say, though, that they seemed to have a genuinely good time here and didn't want to leave. That made me super happy. Plus, Alex came home for the weekend and they all got along too. I was worried a bit. But, all of us together worked. Our son loved having them here and to play with. I loved it.

This post is about what I've been through with James about the whole situation. It was impossible. I'll go back to Friday morning. He called me at 7am, so I knew right away he was drinking. That was a piss off. The court order was to meet in another city at 5pm Friday and take them back Sunday at 5pm. I knew it wasn't going to happen if it was up to him. I stayed on the phone for 3 hrs with him. I didn't want to lose the chance of not getting my visit, so I thought somehow, staying on the phone with him would help that? Idk whatever. It was 3 hrs of bitching about his gf. She kicked him out again, threatened to call the cops and blah, blah, blah. It was also him blaming me for EVERYTHING. Like, why did I leave him for Alex, or why did I "grow up" for Alex and not him, or why am I living in a house that's not mine? It was all senseless BS. But I didn't argue; I held my tongue. He tried to ask me to wait until the next morning to get my girls, then I can have them until Mon or Tues. I said no, it was my time with them and nobody was going to stop me.

He ended up going to his step dads, left me on the phone for a minute and I finally hung up. Now, I immediately contact my lawyer. Then, I called the family services they have on that reserve. On call worker told me she couldn't help because it was a court order not from anyone involving them, so it's out of her jurisdiction and said maybe try the cops. I call them. Talked to an officer and explained my situation. Girl's were at their house, with the gf, her kids and possibly other people drinking and their dad was at his dads. He said he couldn't just go in there and remove my kids because my order isn't "police enforced." But he offered to escort me to the house at about 430, just to "keep the peace". Whatever, that was fine. He called me back half hour later and said he was going to go check at the house, just to be sure everyone was okay. That was great I said.

I waiting over an hour and a half for that call back. I was worried. But here's what happened: they were found alone. There was 3 of our daughters, 2 of the gf's, one was the 7 month old baby they just had. So, my oldest is 9 (10 in 2 weeks) and her daughter is 10. Still not old enough to be old enough to watch a small baby. So cop said he was contacting family services to report everything. Apparently the gf got ahold of her ex MIL to go get the kids, so that's where I had to go get them. I showed up there at 3 ish.

I was so happy to finally see them.! But when they walked out that door I noticed how infested they were with lice... like caked.! The two youngest had it so bad they had their scalps covered in scabs. I was so mad. But I didn't say anything. The two youngest were also in winter boots lol. We were all happy anyways. When we pulled into my town I took them straight to the pharmacy to go ask what the pharmacist would recommend to help their scalp. She said, at first glance, it looked like it was from lice. I said, yes there's a lot. So, I bought 5 boxes (not cheap) and a fine comb. I was ready to spend hours in their hair. And that's exactly what i did, that night until 1am, and again all next morning Saturday until like 7 that evening. I can say they're not fully cleaned out but holee, there was a big difference in how their scalps looked and felt. My poor girls. Their fucken dad's excuse was allergies; they were allergic to shampoo. Bull fucking shit.

Anywhoo, next day is Sunday, the day they're supposed to go home. I contacted family services again and see what they planned on doing. She didn't really have a clue, but said she was going to forward all her notes to the office Monday and it was all up to her supervisor. But I told her I didn't feel comfortable about taking them back to that house. She understood. She advised me that I should keep them with me. She's also informed me that their dad and this girl have had multiple calls prior to this weekend. They already have "a huge file" (her words) on them already. Wow. I had no idea. So, after all the consideration, I decided to keep them.

Before I go on, I should throw in here that I had a spare cell phone I gave to my oldest. She wanted to talk to her half sister through Snapchat, so I let her. Those girls were still where I picked up mine. Noted. Anywhoo, I signed into Facebook with the account I had made them so their dad could facetime me for the calls he was (and still supposed) to give me 3x a week. I signed into it so she can talk to him if they missed him. Good idea? I'd like to think so. I'm not a horrible, vindictive person. My girl's honestly need him too. Then, I added my side of the family, her aunties and some of their cousins. Then, she found her family, including James' mom, her grandma. She had no idea they were coming, so she found out what had all happened that Friday. She was not happy. I heard her say to my girl that she was going to try get them to her. So, that Sunday, I did think of her. I would have took them to her if she was willing. But when I searched for her name on FB, I couldn't find her. She must have blocked me lol. Whatever. So, I thought if family services wanted me to take them to her on Monday, I'd gladly take them. I thought. I even mentioned this in one of the three long emails I've written to my lawyer. I had to explain every detail of why I decided to keep them with me, instead of following an order. Scariest decision I had to make because breaking a court order is serious. Like, the possibility of my stuff just getting thrown out. I'm still a little scared of that. But I thought that an opinion of a professional of advising me to keep them for their wellbeing would trump anything else, right? I hope.

So, it's still Sunday. Kids got put to bed at 1030, cuz Alex had to wake up at 5 am to get to work and I had to wake up and start calling everywhere important. I went out for my last smoke for the night and all of a sudden cops show up. Ask me some questions, I told them everything. They said grandma was down the street to pick them up and they were just here to keep the peace. I told them I didn't want them to go back to their dad. They said dad claims the same thing, that he's concerned for their safety. What a goof. I was pissed. And emotional, all of this caught me off guard, I started to cry. Especially that this fucken woman could have handled this better. She could have had the decency to talk to me her damn self instead of showing up at 11pm at night with the cops. What a bitch. She claimed she didn't know my number. I said, "James did, or she could have found me on fb, OR she could have told my daughter she needed to speak with me." What. A. Bitch. Cops actually said I can say no and keep them but I'd be breaking my order. It didn't matter if James has broken order after order, the one time I did it, and with every good reason, I was the one getting in shit. But I agreed to.

I woke them up, after I pulled myself together. Helped them get ready and pack clothes to go with their grandma. I cried after they were gone. Like ugly cried. For a long time. I'm so grateful my bf was with me through all of that. It would have been harder if he wasn't.

All day Monday I didn't hear anything. It was the hardest day to deal with because I just felt so discouraged and so scared that I fucked everything up. I'm still scared. But this morning (Tues) I finally got ahold of the supervisor at family services. She said she was still waiting for the police report because she couldn't make a final decision without it. Okay then. But I sent her before and after pictures of my kids hair, and told them a lot of relevant things that would help make their decision. As for the calls and files beforehand for James and his gf that were made, I asked if there was any way my lawyer can see them to help my case, she told me he can contact their lawyer for access. So, I've informed my lawyer and that email he replied to ASAP lol. Jerk. But he's contacting them and will let me know what he finds. Court is the 9th.

That is all that has happened in the last 5 days. A lot of highs and too many lows. I'm so glad my girls know where I live, they've seen their room and all the things I've been doing for them. They had fun, when we weren't in the bathroom, but even then, I got to have one on one with each of them. They know I love them and I'm trying to get them to be here permanently. They didn't even want to leave. That's what made me happy.

So, now, it's the waiting game. To see what happens with their case with family services and our court. I'm fighting for them until they're here. They deserve stability and I'm so happy I've grown enough to give them that. I can't wait to start my life with all of us here. They deserve better.

Until next time. ✌

Pray for me. 🙌

[myneighbortortor]

My Wall

So here goes. I don’t hate people, but I don’t like them. It doesn’t take much to make me angry with you; bumping into me, looking at my husband, asking for extra sauce (I work in the food industry), etc. I only hate those who really cross me and that list is few and eventually turns into none because it takes too much energy to hate. In my life I have been abused, neglected, tortured, betrayed, and maimed by those I’ve held closest to me. I have such a wall built up it’s not even funny. It’s actually painful because I enjoy being out and meeting new people and doing new things, but at the same time I hate it. Social anxiety is a HUGE part of my life. About that wall I’ve worked on for years. Example of a time when my trust was betrayed: I had just moved to this new town and started my first day at school. Those are always the worst. So I literally kept my head down and refused to respond to anyone. I had just moved from my home town a state away where I was constantly teased and made fun of. So as you can see I expected the same from this school. Now in this state this wasn’t the first school I attended. For about a month I lived in a town a couple towns over, which was the more....”open” town. My second day a guy asked me out and we dated for a couple weeks before his “friend”, which he and I had become friends due to our mutual dislike of most things and people and common interest in a book series, told me he had dared him, along with a few other guys, to ask me out. So this was my first boyfriend. Ever. Like EVER. Long story short I confronted my “boyfriend” he told me that it was true, but really liked me and the bet was only for a week and I dumped him on the spot. Then a snow storm happened which had us out of school for...I wanna say a month? I only ever returned to get my stuff from my cubby in home room. Back to my first day at the new school. The girl ran up to me when we were all lining up for lunch. I was terrified and hadn’t planned on talking to anyone but I could tell, just like me she didn’t really fit in. She talked to me all lunch and recess, then she took me to the book fair after lunch and introduced me to her boyfriend, who dumped her a couple days later. We became super close and she was my first friend at the school. She was the first house I stayed at over. The first embarrassing YouTube channel I made with. The first person I ever really could truly consider a best friend in my entire life. As we grew up I noticed she had some things off about her like jealousy. That shit was through the roof. Once she went to Walmart with me mom, her boyfriend, and myself. My mom and her boyfriend gave me $20 like they always did.Twilight was a thing back then and they had calender's at Walmart, and being the “twi-hard” I was, bought it, then we went next door to the Game Stop and I got Sims for my Xbox. When we got to my house she demanded that I share the pictures of the characters on the calendar because  we were best friends, and she also demanded she got first play at Sims. At this point in my life I was so happy I had a real friend I didn’t think much of it and began tearing my calendar apart, asking which pictures she preferred to have as she played my brand new game. Fast forward to 8th grade we were both heavily into guys and had been for around a year. All of my boyfriends had consisted of being over the internet and a few of the guys I talked to she had gotten jealous and began talking to herself and dated. Fast forward to after February I dumped the guys I was with to be with the new kid at school because, let’s face it I was an emo brat dating a football player who didn’t like the same music as me and had not planned on losing his virginity until marriage and I was a hormonal teenager with multiple friends who had lost their V-card and I wanted to be one. So when this kid moves to school and is just as emo as myself (there weren’t any others like us in our grade at the time besides my other best friend who was a girl and dating a guy) and liked the same music and showed me even better music, yeah I did a dick move a dumped the football player for the emo kid. Well this relationship got super serious, like super quick. We fell hard for each other and 3 months into our relationship lost our virginity to each other. So the girl gets super jealous and tells me how shitty of a friend I am because I never want to go to her house anymore (her family hated me because I quit going to church and came out as bi) and I spent all my time in school with the guy. She said a lot of hateful things and during these years I was a heavy cutter, so I did what I always did and cut, but this time it was bad, I still have the scars to this day. I didn’t try to kill myself or anything I just used a sharper razor than normal, I didn’t even expect the outcome I got. So for a minute our mutual friends were all mad at her even though she apologized to me over and over and cried. Fast forward again with less details, I go to her house to escape my mom (we had a hard time getting along in my younger years) and her and I had agreed that her bf would be over so she wouldn’t be spending barely any time with me. While she spent time with her bf I Skyped with my now ex from 8th grade, and yeah I was in another relationship, it was long distance and I didn’t flirt with my ex once, he flirted with me but we mainly just talked as friends. Apparently she thought the situation was super shitty of me though because she REALLY hated my ex. So I leave that night and she pretends like everything is okay. The next day after school she posts this status on Facebook, which was one of those like the status and she’ll post on your timeline things, that said “Why are we friends?” so I liked it because we were best friends and I expected a great post from her. Quite the opposite. I’m assuming after I left, her mom was a super big influence nazi like influence over her and still is as far as I know to this day and she really didn’t like me, her mom got in her head and made her think I was a super awful friend because one time she dyed the tips of her hair pink and it really didn’t go with her base hair color and being a real friend I was honest and told her my opinion, and also I was “using her for her wifi”. Keep this in mind; I HAD MY OWN WIFI AT MY OWN HOUSE. I simply had wanted some time away from my mother at that point. So I’m devastated. This was not the last time she did something super fucked up to me. In fact the last time I saw her I was carhop at Sonic and she said she missed me, and the time before I took her out to eat and didn’t make her pay for a damn thing, I even paid for her gas. Throughout my school years all of my friends from school, even to this day, although I have forgiven them all and love them all (the 3 of you I have lol if you read this) have fucked me over in some way or another. Sometimes it truly was my own fault. Sometimes it wasn’t I just have assholes for friends because I, myself, am an asshole. So even through my few adult years I’ve had so far (I’m 20, turning 21 this year) I’ve been fucked over multiple times by friends. So no I have no “best friend” nor do I want one. Those 3 friends from school I mentioned, a long with about 3 other people I consider family. I do have friends but I don’t really do much with anyone. I moved out of state recently so I’m not near any of them, although a lot say they will visit. My best friend is my husband, and sometimes I don’t even trust him, not because he’s ever cheated or anything like that just because of the past. I really trust no one. I expect the worst from people now. I had this girl who a few months ago I couldn’t imagine my life without her, we had a small falling out because she felt she couldn’t maintain a friendship with me while I was going through so many problems because she had too many problems of her own. First of all if anyone actually reads this, you NEVER take breaks in friendship, family relationships, or romantic relationships. If you have to “take a break” whatever that relationship was is nothing now. Well anyway, she ended up trying to kill herself and came to me, I was out and about with my husband and his family when she began messaging me over an app called Snapchat. I don’t know her address to tell the paramedics so I get ahold of a mutual friend who had been friends with her longer and tell her to call 911 and give them directions to this woman’s house. She does, she’s in the hospital for awhile, and then she gets out. In this time I had become friends with her soon to be ex husband and his girlfriend(we became super close over the past few months but I recently went off on her over some stuff and we haven’t really talked since). She tells me to “go fuck myself” when she finds out I’m friends with these people. At the time the only reason I befriended them is because the girlfriend helped me through a lot of what I was going through, they had recently became co-workers of my husband and I, and my husband and the soon to be ex-husband of the girl got along really well and my husband had recently had a falling out with his best friend. Although the girl had done some fucked up shit in our friendship, what I did in the last few months was super fucked up of me. I posted personal information about her online and made a joke of her suicide attempts. We are now talking and working back towards being close again and as much as I would really enjoy being close to another person again other than my husband, as in having a best friend, I’m scared this wall I’ve built will hold me back. I have multiple other examples of times where I was royally fucked or abused by people I held close to me. My mom, when I was younger, up until I was 19, was the biggest culprit. We have a great relationship now and I’ve always loved her. I could honestly consider her one of my best friends because I call her for anything, I think the max we go without talking is one day. All of my past relationships besides a couple have been abusive in some, or multiple ways. 

Now I didn’t make this post to get sympathy, I made it to help people understand me. Or even maybe someone can relate to me in some way. I am working on my problems and I feel awful sometimes because my husband wants me to let him in and tell him everything but from my last relationship I expect judgement and abuse. Although he never does. He’s always so supportive and understanding. I literally could not ever find anyone so perfect for me and to me. I’m trying me best to be more open with him, to not put up a fight when he wants to know whats wrong even if its just a random spurt of depression. As for the social anxiety it has been a big part of my life, but in the past couple months its gotten a lot better. I actually moved in with two random strangers(along with my husband) and its been great so far.