#(cheated and worked on this yesterday bc I open at work today

[sweet-villain]

Let You Down~ E.M 

Anonymous asked:

Your angst is top notch babe. Would you do some eddie and reader angst where they are dating its readers birthday but he forgets and is instead is hanging out with a girl he used to hook up with (no cheating though he's innocent) but she's someone who matches his type to a T. Anyways you come home extremely late bc robin and nancy decided to make your day special even though eddie forgot. So when you get home he's pissed at you and you guys argue but it ends with fluff.

Angst

Sun peaked through the window of your bedroom making you groan as you rolled around in bed. You yawned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes. A smile graced your face as today happens to be your birthday. You threw the covers off of you as you stood up from the bed making your way into the bathroom.

Today was going to be a great day. At least that's what you thought.

You took a shower, got dressed, put on make up on and braided your hair. The door bell to your house rung and a smile widen on your face hoping it was your boyfriend at the door. Eddie and you have been dating for a couple of months now, he was your best friend too. The two of you met through Gareth who introduced you to Eddie. It was like love at first sight when those brown doe eyes met yours.

You hopped down the steps and reached for the door throwing it open. Your smiled dropped a bit seeing it wasn't Eddie at the door.

" Happy Birthday Buttercup!" Robin smiled as she entered your house throwing her arms around you. You giggled seeing Nancy trailing behind her as she circled her arms around you too.

" Happy Birthday, pretty girl" Nancy says.

" Thank you so much, Robs and thank you Nanc" you pulled away from them.

You were happy to see your friends but deep down you wanted Eddie to be the first person you saw on your birthday. You haven't seen him yesterday because he was working and then he had Hellfire. It ran pretty late.

" Come on, we are taking you shopping. Whatever you want to get, it's on us" Robin says. Nancy threw her a look but nodded because it was your birthday. They wanted to make it special.

-

Going store to store and trying on outfits, giggling with each other was turning out to be a better birthday than you expected.

" You look so pretty" Nancy gushed as she made you do a twirl for her. You were trying on different kinds of skirt and dresses, you picked some that Eddie would like to see you in.

" I feel so pretty" you giggled doing another twirl. Robins gaze wasn't on you anymore. It was on something or someone rather and she had a deep frown on her face.

" Robs?" you called out to her to get her attention. She snapped out of it as she turned to look at you. She offers you a smile. Your eyebrows knitted as you turn to look to what grabbed her attention.

Goosebumps ran up your arms and your throat felt dry seeing Eddie walking around. But it's not that he was by himself. She was with him. His ex girlfriend was telling him something and he was looking down at her listening to her every word. His face told you a whole different story. He had the smile on his face. The smile he would have when he looked at you.

His ex girlfriend wore band shirts, skinny jeans and even her hair was in different colors. It was long and it looked pretty. She had similar interest as Eddie did, she also played guitar. You remembered how Eddie and her used to play together at the HideOut, she used to play with Corroded Coffin as a special guest of some sort. She used to be part of Hellfire as well, she had her own character and she sat next to Eddie. You knew this because one time you sat in and watched. They broke up because it just wasn't working out with them and then you cam along and Eddie was smitten by you. But you weren't too sure anymore from the way he was looking at her.

Your heart sank to your stomach. Did he forget what today is?

You let out a whimper with your hands on the skirt you were wearing as you watched with teary eyes at them as they walked past the store. Not even once Eddie had looked over to see you there. He hasn't called or anything.

" What a dingus" Robin says bringing you out of your thoughts. Nancy put her hand on your shoulder, " Forget about him. He's a dick. Let's go get some ice cream and have a girl day"

You silently nodded going back into the dressing room. You didn't even want to be at the mall anymore. You didn't want anything. You just wanted your Eddie.

-

Nancy and Robin ended up getting you more dresses than you imagined. Nancy did your nails at her house and Robin decided on the music you would listen. She couldn't help it but touch Nancy's stuff too. She was in awe of everything even though she had been there. A girl day turned into Steve coming over, he had brought the kids too along with them.

They all got you gifts.

Steve got you a new walkman. Max got you a new Metallica album. Dustin got you new comics. Mike got you some new posters of the bands you like to put on your wall. El got you some new skirts. Lucas pitched in with Max, she elbowed him with a grumble that she had to drag him to get it.

You had your friends to enjoy your birthday but one person that meant to you the most wasn't there. The frown on your face told them that you weren't happy.

" Did you not enjoy your birthday?" Steve asked. Robin nudged him with a look on her face telling him not to ask. Nancy and Robin both knew what was wrong. You sighed with your shoulder slumped, " No I did. It's just out of all people, he forgot my birthday" your voice cracked as you look at your friends with glossy eyes.

" Eddie forgot your birthday?" Dustin asked with wide eyes. You nodded, sniffling and wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

" What an idiot" Mike says as he shakes his head. " Big idiot" El adds making you laugh.

" He was also with his ex girlfriend today" you added. Eyes wide and gasp were heard around the room.

" What?" Dustin asked getting up. He was ready to race out and find Eddie himself. Steve was ready to put on his jacket and grab his keys. You stood up and shook your head.

" No, I just wanna go home and get some sleep. Thank you all for today. I love you guys" you tell them.

" We love you too" they all said all together which was weird. You laughed.

" That was weird but I'm going to go now" you threw on your jacket. " I'll come back tomorrow to get my gifts, is that okay?" you asked Nancy. She nodded getting up and pulling you into a hug.

" Eddie is such an idiot" she says pulling away and grasping you by the shoulder giving them a squeeze. " I'll be okay" you nodded. You wouldn't though.

You made your way home. It wasn't far from Nancy and it was getting late. You headed inside, opening the door hearing it squeal a bit as you took off your shoes.

A tap on the floor indicated that someone was there. Your eyes spotted the familiar Reeboks as your eyes rose to an unhappy looking Eddie who has his arms across his chest.

" Where have you been?" He asks. You shrugged off your jacket and hanged it in the closet as you made your way up the stairs.

" I'm talking to you, sweetheart" the nickname made you halt on the steps as you glared down at him. It made him frown as you glared at him.

" I'm full aware you're talking to me Edward" he winced as you used his real name instead of Eddie or baby.

" Why are you angry? Who pissed in your cereal this morning?"

" You did" Eddie puts a hand on his chest as he blinks. " Me?" You rolled your eyes as you continued up the stairs to your room. Eddie wasn't having this as he followed you.

" We aren't done talking" He says as he walks into your room.

" I am" you simply said as you walk into the bathroom to remove your make up with Eddie following you. He watches you in the mirror as you take off your make up and then unbraid your hair. He eyes you for the first time. You looked really nice.

" You look really pretty. What is this for?" your hands gripped the sink as you took a deep breathe through your nose.

" What's today, Munson?" it was simple question and he was suppose to give you the correct answer.

" Saturday" he answered with his eyebrows knitted. He doesn't know what was so special about today. You turned around and glared at him.

" No not just Saturday. It's my fucking birthday, you dick!" his eyes go wide as he hears the words come out of your mouth. He shakes his head as he grips his hair.

" No that's next weekend" he says. You pushed past him not wanting to argue with him or start anything as you start to take off the dress you were wearing. " Sweetheart" he calls out to you.

" I saw you today" you tell him. " At the mall with her" the words are dry and sour in your mouth. You don't even want to mention her name. He knows the two of you didn't get along. His ex girlfriend had became jealous of you.

" Saw me where?" he removed his hands from his hair dropping them off to his side. " At the mall, dingus! You were walking with her and looking at her like she hung the moon!" you threw your hands up and faced him with tears in your eyes. " It looked like the two of you were more than friendly and my heart broke just by looking at you two. Fuck, it hurts" you sniffed as you looked away.

" Nancy and Robin saw too, they were there for my birthday making sure I was in a good mood then I saw everyone else at Nancy's house wishing me happy birthday and showering me with love. But one person, the one person I wanted the most there had forgotten my birthday" your voice cracked towards the end.

Eddie's eyes soften. He wants to fix this. He hates that he is the reason your hurting right now.

" Baby" he makes his way to you as he takes a hold of your hands in his. He runs his thumb across your knuckles as he kneels a bit to catch your eye.

" I'm such an idiot for forgetting your birthday, I'm so sorry sweetheart. Can I make it up to you tomorrow? I'll spend the whole day at your feet, by your side and giving you everything you want" you shrugged because he hasn't addressed the issue where you saw him with his ex girlfriend. He winces at your silence as his thumb continues to rub against your knuckles.

" I'm sorry what you saw at the mall wasn't what it was. She was telling me about how he's moving to California to pursue her music. I was happy for her, and she told me she wanted me to be happy. I told her my happiness, my life, my soul was being happy with you. Baby, I love you to the moon and back. You're my biggest supporter, my cheerleader, my everything and the whole reason I continue to smile."

He brings your hands up to his lips as he kisses them then places one of your hands against his cheek as you feel how warm he is underneath your fingertips. Eddie ran like a furnace. Your hand travels to the back of his neck, to play with the small hairs there as he looks down at you.

" Baby, I'm so sorry for hurting you today. I didn't mean it and I'm the biggest idiot to walk in this town."

" Stop that" you shook your head as you placed your other hand on his chest. " You're my idiot" he gently smiles down at you as he leans down brushing his nose against yours.

" I'll do anything to make you happy, sweetheart"

" Anything?" you asked, with a slight smirk on your face. He matches your smirk as he knows what you want. He slides down to his knees as he looks at you with those brown doe eyes grasping onto your panties and pulling them down.

He looks up at you, licking his lips as he's asking for permission.

" Get to it, pretty boy"

He does and he does make up for missing your birthday all night, the next morning, in the shower and in the kitchen.

#imagine eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #jewls writes

[transparentheartz]

good morning!! i hope you received my message from yesterday?🥺 i’m currently at the bus stop! wish i could sleep more but i have class ahh😣 hope u’re okay! did u sleep well?💓

don’t rlly know what to say since i’m still waiting on an answer from yesterday :D so i’ll just wish u a good day, sending u sm love!💞

today’s question: if you picture yourself in the future, what do you see? <3

today’s quote: “If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever”

— ur secret santa🎄🎅🏻

omg yes i did get your message from yesterday! i read it before work and thought about my answers and i think that made me think i actually responded and posted it 🤦🏽‍♀️ i also sent my secret santa a message so i think that made me think i sent them something and responded to you at the same time.

i hope you had an amazing day! did you do anything fun?? also what time was it when you sent this? bc it is 2am for me haha.

as for your questions from yesterday, my dogs name is xena! she’s a chihuahua and my mom had a shih tzu named lucky but he’s crazy lol. what’s your dogs name??

what’re you writing currently? (if you want to share)

yes! 5sos are my favs i’ve seen them twice, opening for the chainsmokers and this year!! my fav is ash i love him so much but my cheat lane is michael i just adore his voice and energy. i don’t know if i could pick a fav song from them omg. i loved 5sos5 sm tho. i love wrapped around your finger, heartache on the big screen, close as strangers, why don’t you love me, beside you, voodoo doll, jet black heart… i love all their songs lol i think there’s like maybe three or four i don’t care for. how about you?? (member and song)

i’ve seen shawn mendes, ariana grande, taylor swift, post malone, louis, and justin bieber . you??

i have no idea how i found 1d, but ik it was when wmyb came out, maybe i was on youtube and randomly saw it lol.

as for something a lot of people don’t know about me ….a lot actually. i don’t share a lot of things about myself. i hate being emotional and don’t know how to express my feelings lol, i just keep a lot of stuff in 🤷🏽‍♀️

and lastly picturing myself in the future… is hard bc i don’t have a dream job and don’t have the desire or motivation to do anything as a career… i see myself owning a lot of dogs tho 🥴 hby??

i hope you have a good day and enjoy your classes <3

[twogoliathbeetles]

have to think of something else to do this holiday i've watched 3 films already today

#hrumph i watched 4 yesterday #today one of them was only 45 minutes so. it doesn't 100% count #but i'm definitely gonna watch another tonight so. that'll make it 4 #i want to go out to the shops but i don't want to catch covid unneccessarily before christmas #but i don't want to order what i want bc that feels like cheating... sigh my life is so hard #also it's a sunday so idk if where i want to go will be open #and they don't have a website #i could read. but i won't #could do work. but i won't #could do something creative. won't etc etc #can't see friends bc again covid before christmas #god.

[crassussativum]

Day 10: Variant

Parthia

“-it’s not uncommon with twins for one or both to be born with some kind of defect.”

Vesimir watched Cicero pick up a varren plush and snuggled it with a happy trill. Maybe... maybe they’d stop on the way home and buy one. No, two. Marcian would want one as well. Would Cato? He had a collection at home, didn’t he? He could just ask them, they were waiting in another room with his attendee. 

“General Fedorian?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” He said, eyes glued to his son but speaking to the doctor. There was nothing wrong with his son, he was perfect as he was. “A defect, you said? I don’t think I understand.”

“Typically we see heterochromia or syndactyly of the toes or fingers. Sometimes we see extra or fewer chambers of the heart. Rarely do we see anything life-threatening these days.”

Life-threatening? Was there something wrong with Cicero that he just couldn’t see? It was only the yearly check-up, it wasn’t supposed to be anything dire. Vesimir forced himself to pay attention to the doctor, heart in his throat and chest tight. There couldn’t be something wrong with one of his children, the Spirits weren’t so cruel to take his mate and their child away.

“And Cicero has a defect?”

“We weren’t able to spot it before he’d grown a little,” The doctor told him. “Cicero doesn’t have primary vocal cords, only the secondary.”

Vesimir hated that he’d almost expected something more, had dreaded something more. His shoulders sagged in relief. “He just can’t speak?”

“Essentially.” The doctor nodded. “He’s purely subtonal. He’ll be able to sound his words with his secondary vocals and he should even learn the universal sign language, but he’s incapable of spoken word.” 

Vesimir inclined his head. Hardly life-threatening, life-changing maybe, but he could work with it. There would only be more he’d have to teach the boys. “He’s healthy otherwise?”

“Perfectly so. As are Cato and Marcian. You’re doing well with them, General Fedorian.” 

#July 2021 Writing Prompts #single word prompts #writing #fanfiction #Mass Effect #day 10 #guardian!au #Primarch Fedorian #Cicero Fedorian #(cheated and worked on this yesterday bc I open at work today #i am awake and dressed and it's not even 5am yet #i'm gonna pass out when i get home later

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Hii!! I was wondering if you can write a dream imagine where like you guys are secretly dating and you sometimes post you and dream holding hands but you never tag him so like people know that you are dating someone but no one really knows who and one day you and the guys were talking and you say something like “oh yeah my boyfriend gave me this this and this” and everyone else is all like omg that’s cute but sapnap is over here like “dude dream literally had that here yesterday” but like sapnap doesn’t say anything to you guys he just tells the rest of the guys that he thinks you guys are dating but has zero evidence so the next few weeks they are just trying to catch you guys and one day when they suspect that dream is cheating (when he was actually like asking your mom for your hand in marriage or something) the boys are all like “dude we caught dream talking with someone else I’m so sorry to tell you this” and like you and dream start laughing so hard bc it was your mom and you guys are like “yeah We’ve been dating for like a year now did we not tell you guys?” Or something like “oh yeah did we not make it obvious?” Idk if it made sense 😭😂

I'm ✍️✍️✍️✍️

𝐌𝐎𝐌'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: one or two swear words

You leaned back in your chair, listening to the conversation unfolding before you. You turned the volume up slightly as Sapnap began to tease you about your gaming techniques. You giggled as others began to weigh in, joking about this and that. George’s voice came in above the others. “Guys shut up, her boyfriend works for Microsoft and can get you banned,” he mocked, making you snort.

The image of Dream trying to figure out how to boil water flashed into your mind. “Yeah, he’s terrifying,” you chided.

Sapnap was the next to pipe up. “You can tell us you don’t have a boyfriend, you know. No one will care.”

“No yeah, I do. He bought me this shirt,” you defended, lifting the hem of your hoodie to show the group of them, earning a chorus of sarcastic cooing. Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as if he’d seen it before.

George smugly grinned at you. “Oh, yeah? Does he go to another school?”

You snickered. “Shut up,” you mumbled, the chat switching to a new subject. Little did you know, Sapnap was texting George and the rest of them about his suspicions that this mysterious boyfriend of yours was actually Dream, knowing full well that he’d seen Dream buy that exact shirt a few weeks prior.

You’d been dating him for nearly a year, choosing to blatantly disregard any questions about who he was and vice versa. Most of your photos on Instagram involving him were vague and gave your audience more confusion than understanding. Comments about searching for your OnlyFans to see if they could recognize his voice began to circulate and your friends even fueled that fire.

You weren’t sure what Dream had told Sapnap all those months of secrecy, but somehow it seemed like the t-shirt was the first hint at your relationship. After he’d addressed his suspicions with the rest of your group, it was like a hunt to find out if it really was Dream or if Sapnap was just a few marbles short of sanity from one too many late nights.

In the midst of this wild goose chase, Dream was focused on getting your mom to warm up to him. She was a difficult woman to impress, but he was just as (if not more) stubborn than she was. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, but he’d rather have her favor him over your past boyfriend and there was one she was determined to prefer over him until the end of time. You often joked about him getting close to you only for him to date your mother, which drove him absolutely sideways.

When she visited, he made dinner for all of you and―after studying for a week prior―discussed various books and authors she loved. It wasn’t until he exhaustedly brought up The Crown that the two of them finally clicked. He’d found her “g-spot,” you’d often tease.

After that, they were practically inseparable and he was the one that took her to lunch and sightseeing when she was in town until you got out of school. It was on one of these visits that Sapnap had spotted the two. She was talking Dream’s ear off about something, touching his arm to articulate her points and mockingly appraising him for opening doors for her without being asked.

At this point, Sapnap and the group were certain the two of you were together, therefore when Dream’s voice picked up on his radar and he saw him schmoozing an older woman, his stomach sank. He watched the two of them for a bit, not seeing much change in the way they communicated, but through the glass of the front of the restaurant, he was shocked that Dream was going behind your back in such a way.

That night the group was rather quiet, only a few mumbles from the others would pitch in as you and Dream basically had a conversation amongst yourselves. “So what’s the news. Why is everyone suddenly so mellow?” You joked, making a few of them chuckle awkwardly.

George cleared his throat. “Uh, we have to tell you something…” he muttered. “Dream’s talking to someone else…”

Your eyebrows perked slightly. “What do you mean?” You queried, Dream sending a silent what into the air.

Sapnap sighed. “I saw him with someone else earlier today. They looked like they were on a date or something…”

Dream laughed into his microphone, wheezing as he went about. “You bitch! I knew you were hooking up with my mom!” You joked, biting back your own giggles. You could hear the physical embodiment of a question mark ricocheting through the chat. “Dream and my mom are absolute besties. I wouldn’t be surprised-”

Dream drew in a sharp breath, his laugh making his voice barely audible as he cut you off. “STOP don’t encourage them!” He bellowed, struggling to breathe through his chuckles.

“What’s Dream doing with your mom?” George asked, tilting his head with a probing expression.

You wet your lips. “Since we’ve started dating, he’s been obsessed with being her favorite,” you jested.

“Since you’ve started dating?” Sapnap repeated to the group as if proving he’d been right the whole time.

Dream sighed, catching his breath. “Yeah, I’m at her place right now,” he spoke. “Hold on, I’ll prove it.” You let out a small chuckle as you heard him set his headphones down, followed by his footsteps thundering up your stairs before he was standing behind you. He briefly pressed his lips against yours in a greeting before leaning toward your microphone and sending a “hello from the otherside” to the group.

He leaned his arm against the back of your chair, you switching on your camera mainly because it was just the group of you. “I thought we were pretty obvious like you guys were just making fun of me because you knew it was him,” you stated.

Sapnap looked over his shoulder slightly as if he were listening for movement in his own home. “Wait, when did you leave?”

Dream scoffed. “I’ve been here all day. I literally woke you up to tell you where I was going.” Sapnap furrowed his brows in disbelief at this.

George was clicking away at his computer. “See, I knew I recognized your hands in the Instagram photos,” he mumbled. “I hate it here.”

You smirked slightly. “That being said, my boyfriend does own your guys’ server so he will ban you if you make fun of me.”

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #dream fluff #dream imagine #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken dsmp #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x reader

[sylvie-writes]

Bad: The Unfortunate Ending

Inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

A/n: this is my first attempt at angst so here we go... 

Disclaimer: not part of my fall writing, this is just a lil something bc I needed to write, it makes me happier after days as today. 

Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, shitty angst & writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories I’ve written)

Series Masterlist

Never in a thousand years would you have seen yourself sitting in Boston’s most expensive and high end restaurant, a steak simmering at 500 degrees laying out in front of you, and the Ransom Drysdale sweetly smiling at you.

“Wait, before you start eating, I have something to ask you, love.” 

Was he gonna break up with you?

Ransom reached over his plate to reach your hand gently bringing it to his lips while maintaining eye contact with your shocked expression, soon calming.

Oh whew.

The man then set down your hand, and folded up the napkin in his lap before rounding the table, getting down on one knee. Your eyes were already welling up with tears, making it impossible to see all the people staring at you and Ransom.

“(y/n) (l/n)...

… … ...

Will you marry me?” 

After his adoring speech, the four little words came out and the man on his knee was staring up at you like you were a goddess. Overwhelmed, you happily spewed out the words of acknowledgement while Ransom slipped the lavish diamond onto your ring finger, kissing the now ringed finger before scooping you up from your chair, the two of you in a deep kiss amidst the cheers.

A few months later the two of you got married, and everything was a dream. You had a lovely house, and a husband who was practically your closest friend. The two of you spent all your time together, told every joke, talked all the time. Believe or not but Mr. Fancy Pants had preferred that you got married sooner rather than having an extravagant wedding ceremony. 

So that's what you did. One lovely Monday morning, you and Ransom drove to the courthouse, in the beamer, as if it were just any other day. 

You thought then and there, that this was it. Life was finally playing in your favor...

 All the little gifts you gave

I call it over compensating

Feeling just like a princess

Every answer was always yes

You had me living in a dream

 “Oh Ransom!” You played with the little puppy down at your feet, a red ribbon adoring it’s small, yet fluffy neck.The little thing jumped into your arms, causing you to lift off the floor, walking closer to Ransom. 

“Why did you get me a puppy, Hugh?” 

He just cheekily smiled and shrugged, walking by to kiss your cheek. “No reason!” 

You just laughed it off before going outside to play fetch with the energetic fur baby. 

Ransom always treated you for no reason, at times you really hated him for it, but not once would he ever let up.

About four months into your marriage, Harlan had invited you and Ransom to some writer’s charity gala, a black and white party, meaning Ransom was gonna rent a tux and you’d find an overly priced yet attractive dress. 

So, one Saturday afternoon, you and Ransom went to the mall, getting fitted for your clothes. You weren’t about the name brands like Ransom was, but today, Ransom now had full advantage to shower you in expensive clothing having already picked his tux yesterday. His sneaky little plan to go dress shopping with you.

“What about this one?” Your husband held up a black slip dress designed by Prada. Curiously you walked up to him, checking the tag to see its $1,000 price. In all honesty, from the looks of the dress, you had assumed Ransom picked up a simple dress. Sure, it was pretty but you weren’t about to pay that much just for the name. For what it is worth, you could sew and tailor the damn thing yourself. 

“That’s ridiculous, Ransom. I’m not about to pay that much.” 

You went to go walk off before you felt Ransom’s hot breath in your ear.

“Who said you were paying?”

Turning around, you playfully pushed him in the chest to which he laughed and peppered kisses all over your face.

“Ransom! Stop, you’re making a scene!”

He pulled away for a minute, your giggles ceasing.

“Let me treat you and I will stop.”

Quickly, the man resumed his attack, your pleas soon becoming words of compliance.

“Fine!”

His signature smirk danced across his lips, while his free arm snaked around your waist ushering you to the tailor’s stand. 

 What's forever long to you

Did you say that to her too

Making sure that I'd never know

Callin her while the shower goes

 It was a little after midnight and Ransom wasn’t home yet, today he had been out with some friends, not inviting you. Your only company for the day was your precious little puppy, who was curled up against your stomach. The endless worry had kept you up all night as you mindlessly stroked the puppy’s back, trying to calm your own nerves.

Eventually, an hour later, the hallway light shone under the door, Ransom coming in. He was met with your worried look and came to rush over to your side.

“You scared me to death, Ransom. Two hours ago, you were supposed to be back!” 

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry baby. Now, get some sleep, I love you. Forever, my love.”

Ransom gently pulled the blanket over you, kissing you goodnight, then heading off to shower.

Turning on the shower, Ransom pulled the phone out of his pocket, scrolling to the bottom of his contacts and dialing, Blair❤️. 

“Hey baby, today was amazing Ranny!”

A deep chuckle left Ransom’s throat, the woman on the phone giggling.

“I know, angel. You are the best, love ya forever, Sweetheart.” 

Blair continued to gush over the phone, recalling the earlier events of the day at her house where Ransom had spent the whole day. (leaving that sentence to the eye of the beholder.)

Shower, and you, long forgotten, Ransom spent the rest of the night talking to the woman, leaving the bedroom to go downstairs, assuming you were already asleep.

Ironically, that night, you dreamt of all the times you and Ransom would stay up just talking and laughing...

Then crawl back in bed, it's a shame

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 It was 4 am, and Blair had fallen asleep on the phone, leaving Ransom to bid her goodbye and get some shut eye himself. 

It was like sleeping next to a stranger, the warmth of the bed now gone. Coldness, replacing the loving embrace.

About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to change.

One night, Ransom went out for a drink, a young lady, about twenty-seven years old, came up to the sulking man. He was drowning his sorrows in a couple of beers, wishing he were there with you. Oh how he missed you!

“Hey stranger.”

The sultry voice hit too close to home for Ransom, a voice he knew all too well.

And let’s just say a few drinks later, he came to remember his old fling as Blair.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

It felt like you were living a hallmark movie, and never would you have thought any different.

Your feet were propped on the Ransom’s lap as the two of you laid down Uno cards on the coffee table. 

“Ransom?”

“Yes, darling?”

You set the Uno cards in your lap, adjusting on the couch so that you’d be straddling Ransom. The man brightly smiling at you, enveloping you with his muscular arms. In complete bliss, you leaned forward and kissed him, a slow and intimate kiss. Time completely stopped as you were just in your own little world. 

He treated you so well, you’d never be prepared for the heartbreak that’d ensue. 

 I wasn't catching on to you

Blinded by your lips so smooth

Excusing all of your gotta goes

Leaving me to be all alone

 “Do you really have to go, Ransom?” 

Your arms were wrapped around the man’s neck, pleading for him to stay. A small frown made a way onto his lips before he leaned in to kiss you deeply, pulling away from your lips while you were still trying to catch up. 

“I gotta go.”

With that, he rushed out. A business meeting was it? Or was it Harlan? You couldn’t remember. For the past two months, you’ve been accepting all of his excuses, soon all of them blending, yet in the end you were always left standing in the house, alone with your dog.

It's okay, you told yourself. Sure he forgot your birthday last month. It’s fine.

As long as he didn't forget your wedding anniversary next month, everything would be fine…

Right?

 Then you took my heart just the same

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 No it wasn’t fine. He forgot your anniversary. He forgot you. In the mornings, he’d no longer stay with you, instead finding an excuse to rush out, no kisses, not even hugs, Rarely did the two of you talk and soon, it became your new normal.

You should’ve known better.

 Every word you said you was sweet but you was lying

Everything you covered making up just to keep to me from crying

Another late night, Ransom had gone to help his mother at some dinner party for her business, or so he said. He left early this morning, claiming he was gonna help set up and that he’d be home by 8. Yet, here you are, watching the 11 o’clock news, waiting for your husband’s arrival since he had left you with radio silence all day.

Suddenly, the door flew open, a sloppily dressed Ransom, stumbling in, clearly piss-ass drunk.

“Oh you're awake!”

You walked over to help him sit on the couch, just as you were about to turn off the lamp beside the couch, you noticed a tint of red lipstick on Ransom’s lips. You hadn’t worn any lipstick today, right?

Tenderly, you traced your thumb over his lips, as his eyes gazed into yours.

“Ransom, what’s on your lips?”

In a poor attempt, Ransom went to grab your hand, missing and instead grabbing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you, instead getting your ear. 

“It’s nothing, (y/n).” 

His head was laying on your shoulder, as he was about to fall asleep, his energy suddenly gone.

“Really? It seems like something, you have a woman’s lipstick on your lips for god sake!”

Ransom then perked up and hugged you tightly, whispering reassuring words to you. Drunkenly, his words mashed together, causing you to barely understand his “comforting” speech. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart, I’d never do that to you.”

Sweetheart, a name once reserved for you, now unknowingly shared with another woman.

Believing his lies, because why not? He had never given you a reason not to trust him, not yet anyway.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

 That very next week, Ransom had to leave once again, this time a boys’ trip to the club. You thought nothing of it, now used to his absence, keeping to yourself with the dog and some friends.

Later that afternoon, you were enjoying a sandwich and lemonade out on the front porch when a Maseratti pulled into the driveway, a familiar man stepping out.

“(y/n)! Is Ransom home?”

The man pulled you into an embrace, leaving you confused at his presence.

“Why are you here Oliver? Ransom said he was out with you and James.”

Oliver just shrugged his shoulders, he too jumping to the same conclusion. At this point you were just seeing red, storming into the house, Oliver following. You practically were stomping holes into the hallway for your footsteps were as heavy as your heart. Maybe all along you had been suspicious deep inside, maybe you just never wanted to believe it.

Then finding Ransom’s phone in his nightstand, you came back into the doorway to meet Oliver. If your suspicions were true, you’d like to at least embarrass the dumbass in front of his friend. They all knew he was a playboy at heart, but after you, every one had assumed he’d matured somewhat. 

Clearly, they were all wrong.

Your husband was the biggest idiot in the world, making his password your anniversary date, for he was so forgetful. You found this hilarious, because he forgot your first wedding anniversary, god you were so naive. 

Was this wrong? Sleuthing through his phone?

Sure. But it could never equal up to what you were about to find. 

Opening text messages, 50 unread, all from you, your messages definitely ignored as a woman named Blair was at the top of his messages. 

You gagged at the heart by her name, one that used to be by yours. Scrolling through the texts, you found yourself growing angrier by the minute, finally, you just lost it. With great vehemence, you slammed the phone against the floor, making it shatter everywhere, Oliver and your dog, slightly jumping.

It was then that it hit you.

You crashed to the floor, crying hysterically, as the world came crashing down with you. Oliver, crouching down on the floor, trying to calm your sobs.

Tonight you were gonna confront that backstabbing, no good, cheating son of a bitch.

 Tell me the truth

Was it worth it was I worth it for you

'Cause we were perfect we working til you

Forgot to tell me you been seeing someone else for six years

It was 9 pm and you hadn’t expected Ransom’s arrival for another hour or two, so you spent the time packing your bags and drinking some coffee, preparing yourself to tear the man a new one. 

This time, there wasn’t a slammed door signaling Ransom’s presence, rather soft footsteps and his low voice, like the old days.

Ha, the one time he gets home early. Ehh you were ready anyway

“Hey babe! Oooh can I have some?”

Before you could answer, Ransom took your mug and a few swigs of coffee, handing it back to you, placing a kiss on your head. In utter surprise, you looked up at the man who just smiled down at you.

“You look I haven’t kissed you in weeks, my love.”

And with that he pecked your lips quickly, walking to the counter, you still trying to process what had just happened. 

It was true. He hadn’t kissed you in weeks.

No, you weren’t gonna let him win this time.

“It’s because you haven’t.”

Confusion swirled around on Ransom’s face, allowing you to continue.

“You haven’t kissed me in weeks. But you have kissed Blair, I'm sure.” 

The coffee mug in his hand dropped onto his foot, shattering, leaving you smirking at the small victory.

Heartbreak can make one go insane. Afterall, you are losing the one person you loved most, losing yourself along with them. 

“For months I have put up with your bullshit…” 

A good ten minutes passed of you yelling at Ransom, the man unexpectedly letting you finish.

“You’re a cheating, son of a bitch.”

Angrily, you ripped off the wedding ring, now noticing Ransom wasn’t even wearing his, for god knows how long too. Once upon a time, he’d proudly wear it all the time.

“(y/n) wait--”

Ransom grabbed your arm before you slapped him, the man slightly stunned.

“No. I’m tired of your excuses, I’m tired of letting you win. You and Brittany, should have an amazing life together, that is if you can even commit to her like you told me.”

A whisper of defeat left his mouth.

“It’s Blair…”

“The hell with it! You broke my heart Ransom! I knew it was too fucking good to be true. DAMN IT, I LOVED YOU.”

Hysterically laughing, you looked like a mad woman, lowering your voice just a bit.

“You know what makes this hurt 2x worse? I thought you had actually loved me too, because it seemed like it.”

You broke into tears, your heart in a thousand pieces, rushing away to grab your bags, Ransom not even trying to fight, knowing you're too strong this time. He let the best thing that ever happened to him slip away. 

Ages ago you could remember the lovely times with the man you once would die for, yet...

Your love was just an illusion. 

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

I wish that you would've treated me bad

Truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

a/n: maybe i should stay away from angst bc this sucked.

Updated a/n: this is gonna be a series! If you’d like to be on the taglist lemme know!!

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[darkmulti]

My Sinner

Priest!hongjoong x female reader

I know this is not a very “Preist” picture, but I...... don’t have a reason🤪

Also bare with me, I know nothing about churches or preist:(

⚠️Warnings: spanking, dirty talking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, sinful things🖐😌, cum eating, degradation

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“Why don’t you go ahead and read the bible, while I fuck this tight cunt of yours.”

Hongjoong lays a smack on the girl's exposed butt cheek. She bites her lips, looking back at her boyfriend.

“I’m sorry master.”

She says while pouting and blinking rapidly.

“Don’t give that look, you sinner. Were you really going to cheat on me?”

“No master, I would never.”

—

Today you knew your boyfriend, Hongjoong would be working in the confessional booth. Therefore you thought it would be funny to tease him a little.

Hongjoong obviously knew that it was you when you started talking, so he decided to play along with your little game. That was until you said that your boyfriend didn’t please you enough and you wanted to leave him.

The other side went silent and you tried your best to hold in your laugh. Your naive little mind didn't know Hongjoong would take it the wrong way.

He got out of the booth, and went to check if it was really you. When he came around, your cheeks were pink, and you looked like you were about to explode.

His face scrunched up and his heart broke into a million pieces. He didn’t know what to think. Hongjoongs risking his job just to be with you. His reputation, which is everything to him.

“Are you- are you serious?”

He looks at you with teary eyes.

“Wait, Hongjoong. Are you crying? I did-”

“Answer my question.”

“Of course not! Baby I was joking, I would never.”

“Are you saying that because I caught you?”

You move closer to Hongjoong, now wanting to be in his embrace.

“Baby, you told me you were working in the confessional booth yesterday, so I knew you were in there. I’m not stupid, just inconsiderate. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

Hongjoong takes your hand and pulls you into his embrace, giving you a tight squeeze. He kisses your forehead and whispers to never do that again.

It felt really nice for him to hear your sincere words. Now that you reassured him that it was all a cruel joke, he wanted nothing but your pussy.

Feeling relieved, he chuckles and proceeds to say

“So, I don’t please you enough?”

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheeks, and he raises his eyebrow at you.

“No no-”

Before you can explain, Hongjoong pulls you to the back room and locks the door.

—

“Fuck joongie slow down!”

The girl cried out louder and louder, as Hongjoong slammed into her harder and harder, leaving her breathless with every thrust.

His nails digger in her hips, pulling her back on his dick repeatedly.

“Read the fucking bible you slut!”

He lays another slap on her hot, red ass cheek.

Y/N struggles to open up the bible, and when she did, she read a couple lines out loud, until the boy behind her wrapped his hand around her throat.

Hongjoong grabs the bible out of the weakling's hand, and throws it on the other table.

“Is this enough to please you? If you wanted me to be rougher, you could’ve just asked. I’ve been waiting for this day since I met you.”

He grabs her hair and yanks it back, making his girlfriend look at him upside down.

“Look at this whore. Getting her guts fucked out in a church, by a preist. Can’t keep that thirsty pussy to yourself can’t you? Always come crawling back to me.”

Hongjoong pulls Y/N’s body up and places hickeys along her jawline.

“Am I pleasing you now?”

He questions her while rubbing her clit and going as fast as he can into her, weak, sensitive body.

Her body spasmed violently. The girl inhales sharply feeling her orgasm rip through.

“Ahh, Hongjoong!”

She moans the boy's name, while cumming all over his thick, veiny dick.

“Oh baby girl, clench for your master.”

The sinner sucks in her walls and clenches around the whore of a preist.

He holds her from behind, trying to make her stop shaking.

Suddenly Hongjoong pushes your body back down, into the table, and starts to pound himself into you. He was in the process of chasing his orgasm as you struggle to stand under him.

“Fuck fuck fuck babygirl I’m gonna cum!”

He throws his head back and releases himself into you.

The male then wipes the excess cum onto his fingers and brings it up to the exhausted girl's mouth. She sucks on his fingers and Hongjoong pulls her up to face him.

“Look at you sucking our cum off of my fingers. Were you thirsty babygirl? Do I not give you enough water to drink out home?”

Y/N pouts at her boyfriend, not liking the teasing.

He ruffled her hair lovingly and smiled at her.

“I’m just kidding, my little sinner.”

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I apologize for this poorly written smut:(

It’s not my best, bc I don’t know much about this topic I suppose

Edited🔐

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[dontgotothenetherworld]

ap psychology

anonymous asked:  Can I request readers putting all her studying off till the week before AP exams and she starts studying an unhealthy amount, like sometimes forgetting to eat all day because of it and even made herself sick from stress over it but reader refuses to complain because she did it to herself and Lydia's just there helping her review and making sure she takes time to care for herself ect? Bonus if Reader thinks she did bad and Lydia assuring her she did fine and has an 'i told you don't moment? 

anonymous asked: Totally didn't request that bc that's my situation-

for some reason when i tried to queue this w/ the original ask, tumblr wanted to put the cut in the ask and i couldn’t delete it

this is out of date now, but i was uninspired to write for a hella long time sorry. also! i’m going to draw from my experiences w/ ap this year, and the only ap exam i had to take was psych, so that’s also going to be the case for reader :)

also, i feel like my lydia is a bit out of character? idk it’ll probably take a while to get back to the way i used to write her.

1303 words

cw: femreader. food

you cursed under your breath. months ago, months! you told yourself you would start studying for your ap exam. you only had the one exam to study for, so you told yourself that if you just did a little bit everyday, you would be fine.

but here you were, about three days until your ap psychology exam, and you hadn’t studied any of it. you had hardly even watched the videos your teacher had posted as the digital learning content. but to be fair, the stuff he was talking about in them were the last unit or two of psych, and you wouldn’t have to worry about them, because you weren’t going to be tested on them.

you groaned and dragged your feet downstairs, to where you hid your backpack. the friday weeks ago, when your school told everyone that classes would go digital for a few weeks because of the coronavirus, your teacher had come prepared. he gave everyone that showed up to class, which, granted, wasn’t that many but still- a huge packet covering everything that you had studied this year. it was some forty pages long.

okay, it was, like, thirty five because you crossed out the pages about personality and disorders. which was a shame, because those are the units that everyone takes psychology to learn about. no one goes, “oh boy, i can’t wait to learn about how to test if a baby has depth perception!” or “i can’t wait to learn about all the different types of visual illusions!” but whatever.

you flipped to page thirty five, to see how many questions you were in for. just over 250, except that’s counting all the charts as individual questions. yeah, that makes sense. one and a half pages of listing what researchers discovered what is equivalent to answering which cortex of the brain processes visual stimuli.

wait a minute. lydia was also taking psych. studying sucks, but if you could do it with your girlfriend, that’d be so much less painful.

you texted her, “hey lyds, have u finished the psych packet yet?”

”yea i finished it yesterday, why?” she texted back almost immediately.

shit. looks like you’ll have to suffer through this alone. “nvm”

you looked at the time, 1:46. damn, already? it felt like you had only just woken up. you made yourself a coffee, and set up shop on the desk you have never used in your bedroom, with laptop open beside you. you planned on googling everything, rather than going through your notes, mostly because you forgot where you put them, but this would still take ages.

an hour passed, and you felt like you were dying on the inside. if you had to answer one more question about behavioral psych, you were going to scream. behavioral psych is by far the worst part of psychology! watson and skinner be damned! people are people not some computer code! people have feelings! you can’t just ignore them! and the feeling you were feeling right now was not a good one!

you wanted to stop, but you weren’t sure if you stopped now if you’d be able to finish the packet. so you kept on going.

you went another five hours, taking five minute tik tok breaks every hour to keep you sane. you looked at the clock, and realized you hadn’t eaten anything today. you grabbed a box of cheez-its and made your way back upstairs, and went back to work. this time, you ate a cheez-it every time you finished a question, or you filled out a row in a chart.

you didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up in the morning with about half the packet filled out. considering the exam was in one day, and four-ish hours, you thought that was good.

as you made your morning coffee, you checked the messages lydia had sent you. “are you doing okay? normally we talk a lot but…” “wait, are you working on the study guide?” “y/n! please take breaks! remember! you need food!” “and water!”

you sent back, “if i eat my cheez-its, and i drink my coffee while i study, then i don’t have to take breaks.”

you went back to your desk, and plugged your phone in across the room so you wouldn’t be distracted. but also because you forgot to charge it before you passed out, so it was at three percent, because apparently you had kept it open to tik tok all night, and the video just kept looping. oops.

for a while, the studying seemed easier. you felt like you had less to do, and you didn’t need to worry about getting it done in time, because you had more than enough of it. but because you didn’t need to rush, you became more productive.

you finished the second half of the packet by six that evening. you do admit, you got a bit lazy in the last few pages, but it was done!

shit. studying isn’t just writing stuff down, you have to read it over, right? you don’t really study that much.

but you decided to take an hour or two’s break for… breakfast? dinner? maybe even lunch? whatever, leftover pizza, because you had just only now just realized the intense rumbling in your stomach.

you checked your phone for the first time in hours. you were actually kind of proud of yourself. you usually were on your phone every waking hour, which was probably a problem, but you had shown enormous restraint… by spending every waking hour staring at your laptop. it’s all about choosing your battles.

you quickly dismissed some twitter notifications before tapping on a new message from lydia. “babe, i’m getting really worried about you, please call me when you see this.” you furrowed your brows. worried? about you? why?

you called lydia, and she picked up nearly immediately.

”y/n!” she gasped with relief, “don’t do that to me again!”

you felt stupid for wondering what she was talking about, but you kind of needed to know, “what do you mean?”

”you’ve been offline for hours, and i couldn’t get to you! and then when i heard what you were eating, that got me worried. have you eaten today?”

”three slices of pizza right now.” you swallowed a bite.

”is that your first meal today?”

”unless you count coffee, yeah. i’ll do better tomorrow, i promise. speaking of tomorrow, we’ve got the psych exam, and i need to keep studying. i’ll call after the exam, so like three?”

”y/n.”

”yeah?”

”you do realize this exam is online, right? and at home?”

”uh, yeah.” you swallowed.

”and you have both a laptop and a phone?”

”lydia, what are you saying?” cheating. she was definitely talking about cheating.

”i’m saying, that you don’t really need to know the definitions, because our dear old pal google can be there to help you out with those. and you’re smart, so i assume you know the concepts.”

”you think very highly, of me, my dear.” you took another bite of pizza. “so, what you’re saying is, i wasted two days studying?”

”yes, that is exactly what i’m saying.”

”shit. wait, why were you studying?”

”ugh, because i am nowhere near as good as you at being able to understand things.”

”you know, definitions explain the concept too.”

”what are you saying?” asked lydia.

”i think we’ve both wasted a lot of time studying when we didn’t need to.”

”fuck.” lydia breathed.

”yeah, we’re both idiots. do you wanna watch something on netflix? you haven’t finished parks and rec yet, right?”

”no, i just finished an episode before you called me.”

”which one?”

”season four, episode seven.”

”wait, is the next episode smallest park? we need to watch that, like, now.”

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[kakashiweek]

hey! writer here. can we post all our prompt fills as a single fic on Kakashi's birthday? or would that be "cheating" for the prompts that come after bc we're filling them early? if we're allowed, can the prompts be out of order within the fic, or do they have to follow the daily given order? thanks in advance!

Hey there!

Of course you’re welcome to post all your prompt fills as a single work if you like, whether the chapters are related (same story) or not (only collected for ease of organisation), and in any order that works for your story! (If one is working it to a chaptered work, mod can definitely see how trying to fit the story to the order given for the event would potentially be an order of magnitude trickier!)

Now that the event’s begun, I suppose you might post all your fills at once if you prefer? We only would not accept any ‘early’ works from before the event kicked off! We are open to participation any time from the event’s beginning (yesterday or today depending on your time zone) through to the end of September, though we will likely only reblog things on the day (or after, in the case of late works) of the prompt(s) they are created to fill.

We hope that answers your questions and look forward to your work!

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[mcgrathandwives]

Dating Agentcorp would include...

I finally heard back from the hospital today- I have an appointment on Friday so here's hoping they'll do more than just a physical check over to be sure I'm all gucci good! Whoop! Also sorry that this is 2 days late I forgot to save yesterdays update so I had to write it again❤

*I DO NOT OWN DC OR IT'S CHARACTERS*

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Request: Dating reigncorp would include?

Lena and Alex met you through Winn.

You were brought on as a consultant by J'onnz at Winn's request. You both had studied together at college and he desperately needed someone who thought and worked like he did.

Anyways. You were brought into the DEO a few times to help out Winn but due to the invasion, you were told to meet him at L-Corp.

Once you got there a woman in her mid-twenties, incredible black hair and a silk blouse was pacing back and forth frantically.

You stood waiting for about 5 minutes before Winn fell out of a black DEO SUV. Another woman with short red hair jumped out the front she seemed to be talking to Winn.

The woman in the silk blouse made her way over to them. You followed quickly behind.

"My mother's in my office are you sure you're 100% comfortable working on this?" Before Winn could answer he noticed you, pulling you into his side.

"Agent Danvers, Miss Luthor this is Y/n L/n. She's our extra set of hands. She's good at this sorta stuff and she knows how to handle a gun." Both women turned to you, the red head was the first to reach her hand out.

"Agent Alex Danvers. Thank you for lending us a hand with our problem." You gave the woman-Alex a warm smile as you turned to face the other woman.

"Lena Luthor, hi thank you honestly 6 hands are better than 2 thats for sure." Her facial features softened when she introduced herlself. Turning on her foot she gestured ahead. "Shall we?"

Of course it all turned out to be a massive success.

Once everything was over you were introduced to the rest of the team.

After that day you stuck around National City.

You now work with both L-Corp and the DEO as a consultant.

As your stay in the city grew, your relationships with the oldest Danvers and youngest Luthor grew.

You got invited to the game, movie and girl nights.

You helped Lena with her problems with Kara/Supergirl and the both of you helped Alex through the break up.

The 3 of you confessed your feelings for each other over a shared bottle of wine. Kara had been called out on Supergirl duty.

At first your relationship was a bit rough- the three of you spent forever trying to work out who likes what and then there was the challenge of trying to work out your relationship by yourselves and not infront of everyone else.

Keeping it a secret wasn't that much of a challege from everyone...excpet Kara.

You are dating her sister and her best friend.

One night she was out on patrol and flew past L-Corp. She knew you and Lena were working on a project and so she did her usual and checked in to see Lena sitting on her desk caught up in a rather heavy make out session with you.

Later that night she was heading to Alex's and found you and her kissing at her door, both wearing matching smiles.

So Kara being Kara called the 3 of you to her apartment- she was so mad at you for "cheating" on her sister and best friend.

When you arrived all ypu heard was Lena and Alex trying to explain to Kara what was going on, but she wasnt having it. Until your girlfriends seen you walk in, they both instnatly lit up making their way over to you.

Once Kara knew you were serious about them both she was excited and kept texting you different ideas for dates and presents- which in all honesty you were so thankful for.

Date planning was your thing since both your girlfriends are crazy busy with work.

One night you begged Kara to talk both of them into going back to your apartment in order for you to have dinner with them.

You managed to get tickets to the grand opening of Metropolis Alex and Lena hadn't shut up about going but not having the time (it took you 7 meetings, voice messages and begging J'onnz to give Alex the same weekend off.

They both loved it just as you hoped. It was quote: "the best date ever."

Lena spends most her time in the office and Alex tends to be at the DEO or the gym. You on the other hand have a normal working schedule because are (your words) "not batshit crazy".

You admire your girlfriends for a million reason but the number 1 is always their drive for making the world a better place.

You love them for it, even if it means having to sacrifice some of your time with them.

If they're both over working themselves at the DEO you always bring them a make shift flung together picinic for their dinner. It's always consists of Lena's salad and anything Alex claims she'd die for.

Everyone loves your relationship.

Not everyone takes it seriously though. Lilian has a massive bad habit of literally tearing you apart with her cruel comments about how neither you or Alex are worthy enough.

You're always the first person at their sides if they get injured and surprisingly it's normally Lena who has to make a trip to Alex with some form of injury from her experiments.

Alex loves to show off in front of you and Lena at honestly every occasion- she'll purposely work out as soon as she hears either of your voices or she'll flex doing the easiest of tasks.

Lena loves to make you sit and watch as she tries on every outfit she has bc she knows no matter what you'll not be paying attention bc you'll be too busy trying not to choke at how ridiculously good looking she is.

But like everyone else they get insecure and worry.

You do everything in your power to make sure they know how much you love them.

When your out they're very protective of you.

One normally holds your hand tightly and the other has their arm wrapped around your waist.

Lena's a tad more jealous than Alex but she normally had a reason for it.

Alex is always checking in on you when you're feeling under the weather being a doctor and all.

Lena normally stays at home to be sure you're alright it got to the point you just made her come and cuddle.

When you feel shitty they do everything they can to make you feel better from buying you your favourite flowers to spoon feeding you.

Movie nights are your Saturday night tradition. You're always in the middle as they cuddle into you.

Sunday morning you all have breakfast together including Kara who brings fresh french pastries.

For the holidays everyone ends up at your apartment because it's the biggest and has the most home like feel.

Your girlfriends are the best- they might over work themselves but they always carve that time out for you because they'd be lost without you.

Every night you find yourself in the middle being held by both of your girlfriends, both laying their heads in the crook of your neck.

Y'all whisper your 'I love you' to each other before you fall asleep.

#nemos back #sorry about the wait #but here is some agentcorp #agentcorp #agentcorp x reader #alex danvers x reader #lena luthor x reader #alex danvers x lena luthor #alex danvers x reader x lena luthor #alex danvers #lena luthor

[lilmsmallory]

VIDEO TITLE:  SPRING BREAK FASHION LOOK BOOK

POST DATE:  MARCH 6TH 

VIDEO LENGTH: 21:57 Minutes 

NOTES: so the layout for this is written some what weird, but i hope it makes since? also this took me two days to write bc tumblr some how deleted it yesterday -_-

-video opens with a montage of her in the outfit before it goes into her channel name with sparkles. It fades out to her sitting in her normal filming location of her teal wall.-

“Hey what’s up guys it’s Mallory and welcome to my channel or welcome back to my channel! Today if you you didn’t already read the title then Its a spring break look book! But we have a little bit of a spin on this look book! I ordered five items from five different stores to gets at least five outfits for next week. And before everyone gets up in arms i have videos filmed, and then you’ll get vlogs, no need to worry about that! But for quicker updates don’t forget to follow me on twitter and Instagram for updates. But now, lets get on with the video!

-the video swipes into the first outfit, crop top from Dolls Kills, light wash overall skirt from Zafull, black strappy platform from Zafull, white pearl crossbody bag from Forever 21, & rose earrings from Fashion Nova. Her hair is pulled back into a high pony tail, and her makeup is natural minus her normal extra winged out liner and peach lipstick that matched the flowers in the top. After moving around a little bit showing off most of the outfit it swipes into her standing there to talk about the look-

"So outfit one makes me feel such early 2000s kid. Like i feel like this top was really similar to one that Brittany Spears had on in one part of  Crossroads! And im LIVING for this overall skirt, its going to end up being a staple in my wardrobe, along with these shoes. I swear im going to be at height with my best friends eyes now, or well almost cause I don’t think these are almost a foot taller. So outfit total with bag and earrings came to 110 dollars. So let get onto look number two!”

-The video swipes into the second look, strapless ruched body suit in pink from Forever 21, distressed shorts from Forever 21, cropped cotton candy jacket from Fashion Nova,  vinyl strap sandals in lavender from Forever 21, & tattoo choker and layered chain necklace from Dolls Kill. Her makeup again natural with her wing again, but a nude lip. Her hair is pulled back in a half up and half down look-

“So can we just start with my favorite part of this look and that’s this jacket. Its so fun and so me really, and it something that i can throw on over like a white dress or a black one just to add some color, something that i will totally wear again, unlike this body suit, It flatters me yes but  I really wish it had like straps or at least had a spot of add straps if you wanted to. and if we wanna talk about these shorts, my butt looks amazing in them, like  these are a total keeper! So this outfit came to 91 dollars, but when three fifths of the outfit is Forever 21, I don’t blame the outfit for being under 100 dollars, but lets go onto the next look!”

-The video swipes into the third look, sweet savage love floral top & shorts from Dolls Kill, black strappy platform from Zaful, rose flower crown in white from Forever 21, white pearl  cross body from Forever 21 & triple strand necklace from H&M. She has a smoky eye look with a light pink lip, and her hair is down and curled loosely around her face.-

“Okay lets start with the fact that I did end up cheating just a little bit in this look, and not because i repeated the shoes and bag, but that the top and bottoms where separates and i ended up ordering six things from Dolls Kill, and that was actually the site i was the most worried about, but they actually worked out really well in my favor because i think this is my favorite outfit i have done today. ten out of ten would recommend this. Plus these shoes are actually the most comfortable pair of heals i have had on in a long time. So outfit total came to 128 dollars, but seeing as the bag and shoes are a repeat, its really 58 dollars, but onto the fourth look!”

-The camera swipes to the fourth look, navy floral dress from Fashion Nova, black strappy platform from Zaful, small shoulder bag in white from H&M, layered coin necklace from Fashion Nova, & large hoop earrings from H&M. Her hair is curled loosely and she has a dark smokey eye with a matching pink from the flowers in the dress lipstick on.-

“Have we figured out I love floral yet? No? So i actually I was really worried about this dress, cause i may be curvy up top, but totally not in other spots, but i do not mind this at all. It totally a lets go to a club dress without being too short or anything. And these Zaful shoes are getting the most work out, and I could not match either pair of shoes i got for this so there is that. So 109 for this outfit, or just 49 dollars if you’re repeating shoes like i am. Onto the fifth outfit!”

-The screen swipes to the fifth look. strappy chiffon lace tank top from Zaful, stoned denim shorts from Dolls Kill, holographic wedges from Dolls Kill, faux leather mini backpack from Zaful, & sunglasses from Zaful. Her makeup is natural with a wing again, with a dark pink lip, and her hair pulled up in a high pony tail-

“Okay so if i had to say i went out of my comfort zone at all it would be this outfit. I don’t even think these shoes match but they were the most expensive thing I got and i had to figure out what outfit they fit with the best. But i think these might be the only thing I end up returning. Everything else i love and will wear again, you might never see me take off these sunglasses honestly! Anyways the total for this outfit came to 156 dollars, but if i swapped the wedges for the Zaful shoes it would bring it down to 130 dollars slash 70 dollars. But lets get onto the bonus outfit that i didn’t mean to make it just kinda happened!”

-the screen swipes to the bonus beach look, sweetie floral ruffle swimsuit from Fashon Nova, sarong in black from H&M, vinyl strap sandals in lavender from Forever 21, sunglasses from Zaful, & a straw hat in beige from H&M. her hair was pulled back into a low pony tail and she had on a ‘no makeup’ makeup look with just lip balm.-

“So i couldn’t leave a spring break video without some type of swim suit, and i think for me this is really flattering and i can not wait to be laying by the beach or pool in this I really have no negatives over this. Plus I can take the shorts from look two and throw these on if i have to go anywhere and it would still look good! Anyways, this outfit came to 87 dollars, but if i take away the repeats, it brings it down to 62 dollars, and to me that’s a steal. But lets head back to sit down and talk about this!”

-the video swipes back to her teal wall filming room, back in outfit three-

"So as we can see outfit three was my favorite, no shock about that. But there is a poll if you click the I up in the corner you can vote on what outfit was your favorite. And time for talking about do you have to spend over 500 dollars for spring break? No absolutely not, but that doesn’t mean don’t get anything new. But let me know what you think down below, and don’t forget to hit that subscribe button and that bell so you don’t miss another video from me and I’ll see you guys on Saturday!”

#self para: yt videos

[outofmycu]

Thursday, April 4th

11:20am 

I have a very big problem with lying. 

I had several topics to start off my first blog post with. I could have talked about how I was going to use Wordpress to write my first blog, because I saw some girl on Instagram that I used to follow using it, but then realizing that it would take too long to figure out how to use the platform just to write about my feelings (which I’ve desperately been needing to do). I could have talked about how watching Maisie Williams lie about a Game of Thrones spoiler in an April Fool’s joke with Jimmy Fallon triggered a memory of J (specifically around 2:31, when she stares at Jimmy in fabricated fear, and remembering J’s face when I told her I had cheated on her). I could have even chosen the notion that I want to try ecstasy with my mom, after my experience with L (I need to come up with better nicknames for the people in my life).

But I’m going to start off with lying.

I guess I can write about those things later. I can write about the podcasts I listen to, whatever. I can write as many times as I want to, about anything I want to. I think it will be easier on here over pen and paper, because although pen and paper can be extremely cathartic in the way my fingers connect to the pen and paper like a stream of consciousness, it can get a little messy.

In any case.

I have a very big problem with lying.

I lie about everything in my life. I lie at least three times a day, when I’m with other people. I lie about how I’m feeling, I lie about what I did that day. I lie about big things. I lie about why I failed my course. I lie about things that have happened to me.

Actually, this is too much to talk about right now. This goes way deeper than I imagined. I’m starting to realize how defined I am by my lying. How I lie to myself about who I am so often, I’m starting to forget. I’m starting to think I am a lie, even though I pride myself so much on being honest with myself (outwardly) and not caring about what people think.

Am I lying when I think I have been sexually abused? I think I may be. But then, why do I not remember the first time I masturbated? Why do I react to sex the way I do? Why does oral sex disturb me? Is it biological, or is it mental?

I remember the time a guy I was sexting on Instagram told me he couldn’t come through oral sex anymore, but that it was just mental because he could come through penetrative sex. That really stuck with me.

(God, when I start writing down what I feel, I really start to realize how much is wandering around in my head that I don’t let out. So much starts flowing. So many thoughts start emerging.)

A lot of things stick with me, and I forget a lot of other things. Very odd things stick with me, too. Very specific things. Like L telling me how superior he felt to his work colleagues. 

Okay, now I was looking for icons for my Tumblr blog and I got distracted and thought about gender again. Fuck my ADHD brain.

Lol I made my account private because this shit is about to get deeeeeeep.

Bruh I need to choose one topic and stick to it like omg. But it’s so hard when one thought leads to another and another I just wanna write what I think about.

But like, I just opened my dash and saw a black cat just as my black cat (Bruno) was in front of me. And I realized I need to be more in contact with myself instead of focusing on being in contact with L. 

Which is funny because last night I realized I was in L’s life. Like for a second there I thought I didn’t exist to him? Idk if that makes sense. Like I don’t know how to explain it, but I felt like I was a stranger to him for some reason. I can’t reconnect with that experience right now if I try to, but I just... like, when I thought about him I was like, wow. This guy is in love with me. Isn’t that weird? This guy cares about me (does he?). I’m in his life. I’m part of his life (am I?).

It was really weird. Idk if I felt distant to him too. Maybe I felt like I wasn’t part of his life. Maybe when he starts ignoring me, I start imagining my life without him so much, that last night it actually materialized in my mind. One day we will actually be strangers though. And that’s not in a far off future. Which is weird to think about. But like, it’s gonna happen. Soon. You know?

I’ll be fine by then, though. Tbh like I don’t wanna sound like an evil bitch but I do want to learn from him. I don’t want to drain him, but I want every time I spend with him to be a learning experience. I want to learn from him. I want to be a different person by the end of the year.

Btw, it’s so much easier writing on a laptop than on a journal. Also bc I’m scared people with find my journal. I might take pictures of it and post them here to document what I was feeling then and keep that shit, but like also not have the physical evidence of all of those dark thoughts that I was having.

The physical evidence really freaks me out. I used to think I had no reason to keep a diary, because I had nothing to hide. But I have more to hide than I had thought. I have a whole world inside me, unexplored. And the more I write about what I feel, the more I realize I hide more than I show. Soooo much more. I wonder if everyone is like that. Probably. Like 100% actually lol.

I need to start being more conscious of how I feel. I need to really connect with myself. I’ve spent so long disconnecting with myself. I was thinking this last night - I don’t remember when, but I remember looking at my hands or something, maybe walking back from the gym for some reason, and thinking - man, I really want to know myself. Omg yes! I was listening to that song by Luisa Sonza, “Pior Que Possa Imaginar”, and that really triggered that feeling in me. Like I needed to know what was inside me. Like I need to explore myself better than I’ve ever explored anyone else, to understand what I feel, in order to like... tame myself.

Because I don’t really know myself. And I don’t trust myself. The fact that I am so bad at manual labor - so scared of cutting someone else’s hair, of learning how to drive a car - reflects how I feel inside about myself. I don’t trust myself to do things. I think I’m stupid and incapable, therefore I become stupid and incapable. But I want to change that. Genuinely. I want to change how stupid and incapable I feel.

Even though it was a tiny victory, yesterday when I was helping my mom put up the curtains, I felt so capable. Maybe today I will cook something. I will bake sweet potatoes. And I could make a brownie or something, I don’t know. I don’t know what I will do, but I am going to do something manual. I think every day I will try to do one manual thing, and one mental thing (aside from writing). If I translate the manual into mental, I will improve as a person.

I have soooo much work to do on myself and I’m only 21. How does that happen?

#morning #idk what tags to use

[squishykpoptummies]

hey! sorry if you dont write this kinda stuff but would u be able to write a yoonkook fic where jk is very afraid of gaining weight and works out all the time but yoongi really wants to see him become all soft and cute, and eventually jungkook starts growing out his clothes bc yoongis been secretly feeding him and at first jungkook is very insecure but he learns to love his new softer body?

a/n: this got way longer and angstier than i wanted it too oops. but it is possibly the fluffiest angst i have ever written, which shouldn’t be possible but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i like how it came out so that’s something lol. ((alsooo it gets a teeny bit nsfw?? but just for like three sentences and nothing actually happens yoongi just has a very active imagination))

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It was five in the morning, and Yoongi was awake. He didn’t want to be awake, obviously, but his idiot of a boyfriend had very loudly knocked something over. Yoongi groaned.

“Ah! Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook whispered.

“Just get back in bed, Kook.”

There was silence after that, and Yoongi blearily opened an eye to find Jungkook worrying his lip between his teeth, looking intently at the floor. “But I have to go to the gym.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. You made me skip yesterday, so I have to go today.”

“Hey, you woke me up, so you come make it up to me. We can fuck later, or something, that’ll be your workout for the day.”

Jungkook flushed brilliantly. “Hyung,” he whined.

Yoongi reached out towards him, making grabby hands, and if he weren’t half-asleep, he’d absolutely hate himself for it. “C’mon. Sleep now.”

Jungkook sighed, but gave a small smile nonetheless as he climbed back in bed.

–

“Whoa, what is all this?”

Yoongi looked up from the book he was reading, dog-eared the page and then got up to greet his boyfriend. “Just got some takeout,” he said, pressing a short kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “How was work?”

Jungkook was still staring at the table, filled with a large array of takeout containers. “But this is enough to feed, like, ten people, how are we supposed to eat of this?”

Yoongi shrugged. “We can have leftovers. I mean, they won’t be as good the next day, but whatever. Go change out of your work clothes and let’s eat; I’m starving.”

Jungkook nodded slowly before making his way to the bedroom. Yoongi watched him go, taking in the amazing view of his ass straining against his work pants. Jungkook had always had a fantastic ass, but in the past few months, it had just gotten even better.

Okay, honestly… that was kind of Yoongi’s doing. He hadn’t been trying to fatten his boyfriend up, per se, he’d just wanted to younger boy to let loose once in a while, and maybe stop going to the gym fucking six days a week. And, to Yoongi’s surprise, it worked.

He’d convinced Jungkook to just go to the gym three times a week instead (though he did insist on having sex more frequently, to “compensate,” as he put it, but hey, Yoongi wasn’t complaining), and also increase the number of cheat days he allowed himself, which Yoongi filled with tons of sweets, chips, ice cream, anything Jungkook wanted, really. And the results were showing.

In the last few months, Jungkook had slowly developed a layer of pudge that covered up his abs, his thighs had gotten thicker, his pecs softer, and his cheeks rounded out adorably. And of course his ass. It was beautiful.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi was jolted back to reality and greeted with the sight of his gorgeous boyfriend, now in pajamas. The same pajamas that, two months ago, had been pretty loose on the younger boy, but now showed off a small but definitely there tummy, clung to love handles when he turned just so, stretched the fabric along his upper thighs. God, he’d never get over how perfect Jungkook was.

“Oh, yeah, hey. Let’s eat.”

–

It was eight-thirty and the food was gone. Yoongi was shocked. Jungkook was shocked, but was also seconds away from slipping into a well-deserved food coma because he ate like six fucking servings of Chinese food.

Yoongi let out a low whistle. “Looks like we finished it.”

“I’m so full I think I’m going to die.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Yoongi chuckled. Jungkook’s stomach now pressed tightly against his shirt, perfectly round, but definitely painful looking. Yoongi wanted to touch it so bad. Wanted to touch all of Jungkook, feel out his new curves, learn this new body. And he wanted to fuck right now, go over to Jungkook and straddle him, his stuffed tummy pushed against Yoongi’s softer one, touching, feeling, ride him until he can’t see straight, until they both become so undone–

Stop, stop, stop, now was not the time, he needed to be present for Jungkook, get him to bed, probably give him some antacids, etc. And he needed to have a sit-down conversation with Jungkook about this. At some point. Maybe.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook breathed, looking down at his stomach. “I look like I ate a watermelon or something.”

“Pretty small watermelon. Wanna sleep it off?”

“If I move I think I might puke.”

“Well that wouldn’t be good.”

“Mmm. Definitely an undesirable outcome.”

“Wanna belly rub?”

Jungkook gave Yoongi a Look out of the corner of his eye. “That’s kinda weird, hyung.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Just thought it might help. Don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry.”

“No ‘sorry’s. I’m getting you antacids and then I’m putting you to bed.”

Jungkook gave a small smile. “Sounds good.”

–

It all came to a head three weeks later.

“I’m back,” Yoongi announced, slipping off his shoes. He placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, looked to the living room, expecting to find Jungkook on the couch, watching TV or something, as he’d been more prone to do lately. He wasn’t there. “Kook?” he called out. No response.

But the door to their bedroom was closed. Maybe he was taking a nap. But when he went to open the door, it was locked. Weird. “Kookie, you in there?”

There was definitely movement from the other side, feet shuffling on carpet, drawers opening and closing.

“Don’t come in!” came Jungkook’s voice. And it sounded… panicked?

“You okay in there?”

“Fine,” Jungkook said, voice strained.

“Will you let me in?”

“…No.”

Yoongi sighed. “Jungkook, I really don’t wanna use the master key, but I will. If I have to. You know I would. There is literally no reason for this door to be locked. Let me in before I start thinking the worst.”

There was silence for a moment, two moments, and Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, tried to remember where they last put the key, and then the lock clicked. Yoongi let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and slowly pushed opened the door.

Jungkook was seated on the edge of their bed, head down, body tense, and Yoongi tried to scan him over for any possible injuries, but the large sweatshirt he was wearing did a good job at hiding his body. Yoongi stepped over the piles of clothes strewn about (why were all their clothes on the floor?) and sat down next to Jungkook.

Yoongi looked him over again. “Any injuries.”

Jungkook sighed. “No.” He let out a shaky laugh. “You do always think the worst.”

Yoongi huffed. “Habit. Hey, can you look at me?”

So he did. Yoongi bit his lip at the sight of Jungkook’s red, puffy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You’ve been crying,” Yoongi stated softly. “Why?”

Jungkook shrugged.

“C’mon. What happened.”

“I dunno. Nothing.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi said, voice warning.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. Can we move on?”

“Well, it obviously matters if it’s made you this upset.”

“I just,” Jungkook looked to the ceiling. “I don’t… feel good, about myself, I guess.”

Yoongi stayed quiet. He knew there was more.

“None of my clothes fit.”

Oh. That’s what this was about. “Because you’ve put on weight?”

Jungkook nodded to the ceiling. “It’s… I feel so weird. Like. My body isn’t mine anymore.”

Yoongi considered this. “Well, you’re still you.”

“I know.”

“I think you look really good.”

“You’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.”

Yoongi clucked his tongue. “I don’t lie.”

“You cheat at board games.”

“That’s different.”

Jungkook cracks a smile. “Sure, hyung.”

“Kook-ah. I need you to look me in the eyes when I say this.”

Jungkook turned his gaze to Yoongi, who gently took hold of the younger boy’s hands.

“I love you,” Yoongi said, trying to put as much emphasis behind the words as possible. “I love you so much. You’re on of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and nothing will change that, especially your weight. If you want to lose some, that’s fine. If you want to stay where you are, that’s fine. If you want to gain more, that’s fine. All I want is for you to be healthy, and be happy. And I want you to let me help you. Yeah?”

Jungkook nodded. His eyes had gone glossy, and Yoongi’s own felt suspiciously wet, throat tight, face hot.

“I love you, too,” Jungkook whispered.

The kiss they share is soft, slow, wet with tears– happy tears? relieved tears? Yoongi wasn’t sure, but they didn’t feel like a bad thing. He felt warm, secure in the arms of the person he loved and who loved him back.

They resurfaced after a few minutes. “Do you wanna keep talking about this?” Yoongi asked quietly.

Jungkook took in a deep breath. “I don’t know how I feel about the weight yet. I don’t really wanna think about it that much.”

“Would fucking me make you feel better?”

Jungkook choked, burst into giggles, funnier than it should’ve been, broken tension freeing. “Horny bastard.”

“What can I say?” Yoongi shrugged. “I’m dating the hottest guy on earth.”

Jungkook shook his head, smiling, impossibly cute bunny teeth poking out, and nudged into Yoongi’s shoulder. “We should, like, totally do that at some point tonight, but honestly? Right now I just want to watch some anime and eat a lot of popcorn.”

Yoongi smiled, pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. “That can definitely be arranged.”

#Anonymous #weight gain #stuffing #tummy #insecure #jungkook #yoongi #yoonkook #sugakookie #fluff #angst #simultaneous fluff and angst #is there a word for that? #flangst? #lol that sounds funny #also yoongi would definitely bottom fite me #nsfw? #ish? #edit later/ #writing

[333kaylynn]

27 Roses / e.d.

Y/n goes to a mental hospital and Ethan visits her every day until he stops for 27 days. “27 roses for every day I missed.”

Request: nahhh fam

Word Count: 2609

uhhh i apologize for continously going from 1st and 2nd person point of view. 

I’m tagging a few people, sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged!

@bouttogolinkurbitch

@dimply-dolan

@dolayn

@grayson-dolans-dangly-earring

@kara-dolan

@nomoregraydays

@bb-dolan

@olivia-m-dolan

@olderdolan

@justanotherdolanblog

@profanitydolan

okay im done tagging, please enjoy this bc its not the best but i meannnn

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Day One was possibly the worst. I didn’t know anyone, nor did anyone know me. I didn’t want to sit through this stupid therapy session we had to do, but of course, I was forced. They allowed me to bring someone for the first group therapy, so I wasn’t uncomfortable. Ethan stayed with me throughout the whole thing. 

Everyone in my part of the hospital was between the ages 13-17. One girl was there for trying to commit suicide, I found out her name was Amber, and she’s 14. Elisia, 16, had gone for anger management issues. Tyler, same age as me, was there for drug use. 

To be honest, I didn’t think I belonged here. I mean, in the back of my mind, I knew knew I did, but I just felt out of the loop at the moment. Everyone already knew eachother, and I just got there. 

Ethan had to leave after therapy, and it hurt me to see him go. “I promise I’ll visit you everyday. Only 365 days.” Ethan assured you you would be okay. 

“I’m gonna miss you E.” I say, pulling him in for a hug and a kiss. 

“Okay, visiting hours are over. All friends and family must leave.” The announcement went through the speakers, and I walked Ethan to the door. 

Day Two was slightly better, I started talking to a few people, Olivia, Tyler, and Faith. Olivia and Tyler were both 17, and Faith was 16. 

Tyler had been in here for about a year before this, Olivia about 7 months, and Faith for only about 2 months before I had come. 

All we really did today was sit around and get to know eachother. We played random card games, ate, and just sat around mainly. 

Ethan came and visited again, during visiting hours. Just like he said he would.  It brought joy to my eyes too see him. 

3 to 5 o clock, every day. Those were visiting hours. 3 pm to 5 pm. 

“Hey babe. I’m here, just like I said I would be.” Ethan came through the glass doors that led to the main room of the facility. He stood in the same spot for a minute and looked around until he saw you at a table with Tyler, Faith, and Olivia. 

You stood up from the table and pulled him in for a hug. You ran your small, yet nimble fingers through his ruffled up hair, probably caused by Grayson. 

“How’s your mom doing?” You ask, pushing him off of you but still holding onto him. Ethan laughed and looked at you, answering softly, “You just saw her yesterday, y/n. Right before we came here.”

“I know, E. But hey, I have to ask how my second mom is doing. You know I do.” 

Your fingers went up and through his hair again. He smiled again and said, “I know, I know. She’s doing great. She said she might visit you on Sunday, because that’s her only day off from work. My dad might come too, and Cameron.” 

You smiled and thought of the entire Dolan family seeing you here, which brought your face to a frown. 

You didn’t want to seem weak around them. You knew they already knew you were here, but they didn’t see you here yet. It was scary, the thought of them seeing you like this. 

Maybe they’d think you weren’t good enough for Ethan. They’d make Ethan stop seeing you. You couldn’t stand the thought of that. You shook your head and looked back up at Ethan. 

He could tell something was off about you for that minute. Your troubled past caused you to space out from time to time, and it probably wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. 

“You okay?” Ethan asks, resting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing it for a minute before bringing it back down. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.” You say, smiling at him and sitting back down at the table, “These are my new friends. Ethan, Tyler. Tyler, Ethan. Olivia, Ethan. Ethan, Olivia. Faith, Ethan. Ethan, Faith.” 

You took your time introducing everyone and after your introduction, Ethan immediately went into a conversation, like the social butterfly he is. 

Tyler and Ethan had a pretty intense conversation about Tyler’s life. Ethan wanted to know more about why people choose to do drugs. In his mind, there are so many things you can do to make yourself happy besides drugs. But in Tyler’s, it’s the only thing that made him happy. 

You, Faith, and Olivia were doing an even intenser range of things. Playing a game of Skip-Bo. It happened to be your favorite game since you were about 7, your grandma being the one to start your love for the game. 

Now, at the age of 17, your love still hasn’t stopped. 

“Hey, babe, I only have 30 minutes left.” Ethan says, scooting closer to your and whispering the words in your ear as you lie down a number 2 card. 

“Do you and Tyler want to join our game?” You ask, already starting to hand the two of the boys' cards. 

Day 29. It’s almost been your first month since you’ve started here. Ethan still came every day, just as he promised. 

It was now 8 pm, meaning you had 2 hours before lights out. Everyone from ages 13-15 were required to go to sleep by nine, and everyone ages 16 and 17 were allowed to stay awake until 10 if they wanted to. 

Every Thursday they put on “movie night” where the kids got to vote on a movie and watch it together with popcorn and blankets. The movie had to be Pg 13, due to the fact some of the kids could get triggered by certain things showed on R rated movies. 

You couldn't begin to imagine the things that could cause an outburst in this place. In the past 24 hours, we've had three emotional outbursts.

"Michael, sweetie. Calm down." Mrs. DeGram said as Ms. Weiss held him down due to his frustration.

Michael's mom hadn't shown up to visiting hours, but Michael was determined she'd show up.

"No! My mom will be here, she's just running late!" Michael screamed, pushing away from Ms. Weiss. Ms. Weiss got ahold of him again and held him down gently in order to calm him down.

"Michael, you need some food and some rest. Come with me." Mrs. DeGram says, holding Michael's hand as she pulls him down the small hallway that led to the dining area, where a few of the kids were seated.

Michael's mom came today, she sat and explained to him that his younger sister, Gabriella, was feeling sick last night so they brought her to see a doctor.

Faith also had a panic attack. Her father, whom she hadn't seen in ages, decided last night would be the perfect time to see her.

Faith had to be pulled away from the tall brown headed man that sat ahead of her after she screamed and clawed at him as she called him a "dirty cheating bastard"

Olivia held her closely as she shook from under her arm, whispering things to her to calm her down as her father was kicked off of the premises.

Gabe, the newest member of the facility, was having major drug withdrawals. Him and Tyler began talking about what made them start doing drugs, which seemed to have calmed Gabe down a bit.

Gabe and Tyler began laughing about their first time trying ecstasy, as me, Olivia, and Faith were playing yet another game of skip-bo.

Day 121, about 4 months in. Ethan still came to visit everyday. Seeing his tall body walk through the big glass doors, opening his arms for the hug you greeted him with every day. 

“Y/n, baby. I’ve missed you.” Ethan states as he pulls you back in for a hug, his grip beginning to get tighter. 

“Dude, I was actually just so happy when I did it. I just wanted to do everything I’ve ever wanted right then and there.” Tyler began telling Gabe, the two of them still talking about ecstasy. 

“Are they talking about drugs?” Ethan says, looking at the two of them and back at you. 

You smiled at him and gripped onto his arms, nodding your head, “Yeah, ecstasy I think.” 

Ethan just nods and the two of you take a seat, joining in on the conversation Faith and Olivia were having. Faith was laughing at some joke Ethan had made, while you and Olivia were talking more about family life and other random things. 

Olivia’s mom passed from cancer a few years back, that’s what initially started her depression. Her dad took a tough road when it happened as well, but the two of them stuck together through it all. He visits her every Monday, Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday. The other days he has to work late. 

You turned to Ethan and laughed at some joke he made once again, causing him to grin and pull you in for another hug. You continued to laugh as you thought more about it. The joke wasn’t that funny, it was just some dad joke he probably saw on a popsicle stick before coming here. 

The next hour went by pretty quick, meaning Ethan would have to leave in the next few minutes. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” You ask, hugging Ethan again and kissing him before he had to go. 

“Of course you will y/n. I wouldn’t forget.” Ethan says, holding you closely as your head rested on his shoulder. 

The next few months were basically the same, a few of the kids getting out and a few being transferred to the adult facility due to birthdays and being officially 18. 

It was now March 17th. Meaning I had about 3 more months before I was officially out of this place. They told me I would have to stay in the adult facility for a few days because I joined only 5 days after my 17th birthday, so I would turn 18 before they could legally let me out. 

Eventually, 3 o clock rolled around. I sat at the normal table I did while I waited for Ethan to show up. 

4 pm and he still wasn’t here. Maybe he had something come up. You didn’t want to worry too much, but in the back of your head you were extremely scared. 

“y/n, sweetie. He’ll be here tomorrow, just ignore it okay? I’m sure everything is fine.” Olivia said, pulling me in for a hug. Faith joined in soon after, which eventually led to a group hug with Me, Olivia, Faith, Gabe, and Tyler. The four of them all knew how much Ethan meant to me and how worried I was when he hadn’t shown up for today's visit. 

Soon enough, the next day rolled around. 

Ethan wasn’t here for this visiting either. My mind seemed to be a jumbled up mess at the time, my anxiety kicking in. 

Ethan had to show up, I know he did. He wouldn’t be late unless something bad happened. It wasn’t like him to do that. 

The next 2 weeks went by slowly, each day getting more painful. Ethan still hadn’t been there. You did everything in your power to ignore it but as the days went on you seemed to have just gotten more worried and more hurt. 

27 days later. Ethan hadn’t been there. You went over to the nurses office, where you asked Ms. Weiss if you could talk to her for a minute. 

“Of course y/n. What do you need dear?” Ms. Weiss said, allowing you to come into her office. You smile at her politeness and take a seat before asking, “Can you take Ethan Dolan’s name off of the visiting list?” 

She simply gives you a “is everything alright” look and then nods before going onto her computer to delete his name from the visiting list. “Would you like to continue receiving letters from him?” 

You nod and say that it’s okay if she kept that, maybe he would be able to explain himself. 

As you leave Ms. Weiss room, Faith runs up to you and pulls you over to where Olivia and Tyler were sitting, Tyler yelling at Olivia for an unknown reason. 

“Faith, what’s going on?” You ask, whisper-yelling into her ear. She shrugs and responds with, “I think something Olivia said upset Tyler. I don’t know what! Please help.” 

You nod at Faith and pull her in for a hug before telling her to go get one of the nurses to separate the two. 

The nurse comes back and pulls the two away from eachother and brings Tyler over to another area where Gabe was seated. You and Olivia talked about what happened and Faith sat in silence for the rest of the day, probably shaken up by two of her closest friends here getting into such a big fight. 

A fight between them wasn’t a very common thing, most of the time everything was nice and dandy. 

1 week later. Ethan had tried to show up his 28th day, you saw him. But the nurse waved him off and after a bit of arguing, he left. 

“y/n. These are for you.” Mrs. DeGram says, handing you a basket filled with roses. You look at it for a minute, confused as to who would send you so many roses. You turn it and see an envelope, which eases your confusion for a minute. 

Y/n, the envelope said very large across the top. It was clearly Ethan’s handwriting. You ripped the envelope open and started reading. 

“Y/n. I just want to begin and say how sorry I am. I skipped the past 27 days because I needed time to think. It hurt me to see you like this and I kept on my tough guy face for you. But I couldn’t do it anymore and I didn’t want you to see me like that. I didn’t want you to worry. And I know you’re angry with me. But please, please put my name back on the list so I can talk to you. I miss you.  -E”

You were still a bit angry, but you couldn’t be mad at him for too long. You walked to Ms. Weiss’ office and asked her to put Ethan’s name back on the list. She nodded and smiled as you left the room to go back to talking to Olivia and Faith. 

Soon enough, the next day rolled around. Ethan came, right at 3 o clock. He lightly smiled at you as he walked towards you, giving you a hug. 

You weeped in his arms. You didn’t expect to be sad when you saw him. You thought you’d be angry. But it wasn’t the case. You hadn’t realized how much you really missed him til now. 

Ethan began to explain himself, and if I’m being honest, it took a lot of time and tears before he could fully get it out. 

“Ethan. Why so many roses? I mean, you could’ve just gotten me one and it would have been okay.” You ask, looking at the plentiful amount of roses that were still seated at the table they had been when you got them. 

“27 roses for every day I missed.” Ethan says, hugging you again and kissing your forehead. You smiled and pulled away. 

“I love you, doofus.” 

Ethan grinned and laughed, “I love you too, y/n. And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ll be right with you when you’re outta this place.”

#wow #please enjoy #its not the best lol #but i tried

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Coco 👑Yesterday at 8:19 PM > There's a knock on Dave's door about half an hour later. rootyYesterday at 8:31 PM > There's a loud noise as something gets knocked over, and then most more hasty scrambling. Then a moment of silence, which totally isn't you trying to make yourself look somewhat presentable right in front of the door, nope. > Then you open the door. And boy, it's a mess. You and the apartment. You look like you didn't sleep in three days, which is probably about right, and there's stuff all over the apartment because you most likely didn't stay in a single spot for more than five minutes. > Also, a soft cawing from like three crows that got very comfy inside because of a window that's been open for just as long. Coco 👑Yesterday at 8:39 PM You got worried that whatever got knocked over was Dave for a moment there but he does manage to open up the door, so that's something. The mess inside is easy to ignore, you know Dave well enough and you grew up with a bunch of brothers. The mess that is Dave though... Utterly pitiful. You just pull him into a tight hug right there in the door. rootyYesterday at 9:02 PM Oh, you didn't expect that to go so quick but... Man, you didn't realize how much you really needed that. You stand there awkardly for a moment, then your arms try to find their way somewhere through Aradia's mane. You realize there's no way you can say anything without your voice shaking, so you choose to just be quiet and let that happen. Coco 👑Yesterday at 9:31 PM Nothing a good long hug can't at least make a little better right? But all good things must end so you eventually let go of him to make your way to his couch, kicking off whatever crap is on there. You gesture at him to come sit with you. "You look like shit Dave." It's important to be honest right? rootyYesterday at 9:38 PM "I know." There it was, the shaky voice. And that half laugh didn't really cover it up. You gladly follow her to the couch though and let yourself drop next to her. And... then what? Being honest sounds like a good plan, but you honestly don't know where to even start. So you opt to just bury your face into her and let out a long-drawn-out noise. Coco 👑Yesterday at 10:01 PM "Shhh..." You just pet the mess in your arms. What can you even say about this whole mess? Not a lot. God knows he has every right t be fucked up over it. rootyYesterday at 10:26 PM

Oh hey is it getting wet or is that just you? No, it's totally not your face that's leaking. After a couple of minutes you actually manage to calm down some and turn, so you're lying somewhat comfy on Aradia's lap and just start babbling on your own as the silence gets unbrearable. 

 "So... you know... Sock being a Dave isn't really the problem. I've- I've talked with alternates before. That of other people and my own. The multiverse is a big and weird place. The issue is that he's, like, THE Dave. The- the one from here. I- I almost forgot this isn't my place... That I came from somewhere else. But... I didn't think he'd exist. He wasn't there. There was only Bro and- Fuck, Bro..." Your voice cracks, but you're not done yet. 

"The shit he said about Bro. I thought he was a better one...." Now you're done, as your voice slowly dies in your throat. Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:05 PM This is actually the first time you have seen Dave become this undone and it's breaking your heart. Worst of all there's so little you can really do for him except for stroking his hair in a weak attempt to calm him down. 

"You couldn't have known that about him though. You didn't know he's around when you arrived here right? Don't blame yourself for something that was out of your control." 

Bro though... It hits you just now how little you actually know about this man beyond him existing somewhere maybe. That's about all Dave ever told you and Sock never spoke about him at all until just yesterday. 

"How...How did Bro treat you then?"

rootyYesterday at 11:16 PM

Don't Blame Yourself is a real big fucking word for you. Aradia should know that. But then again, hearing that little reassurance from her was kind of helped. "Better than him..." This one did, at least. It's not that you wanted to keep anything hidden from Aradia this time, but more than you yourself were absolutely not ready to delve into whatever the fuck you left behind.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:25 PM

You know that's asking a lot of him but damn, there's nothing to be gained by blaming himself for everything all the damn time. "Well... Perhaps he wanted to make up for how he treated Sock? Whatever the reason, that's not your fault either." rootyYesterday at 11:34 PM

Your hand finds hers and just... holds it. Presses it against your head. The more contact, the better. The only way to make this all somewhat more bearable."This whole thing is a fuck." Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:39 PM

You other hand finds his cheek and gently pets it. Shhh... "It is. But it's not your fuck, you are just along for the ride. That and.. You don't even have the full story do you? Like why Sock wasn't around? Don't run away to earth before you at least talked to him okay?"

rootyYesterday at 11:43 PM

"I'm not, alright. I'm just... I don't know." The touch helped. Something nice you could focus on. "God, he must be freaking out..."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:47 PM

You can have plenty of touches Dave. "Probably, yeah... But he's at home, I'm sure he's safe."

rootyYesterday at 11:50 PM

But can you really be sure, Aradia. You sigh. "What do I even say to him.."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:51 PM

"Well knowing you guys... Some awkward introduction while you both pretend everything is fine until you eventually break down enough to actually tell each other what's on your mind."

rootyYesterday at 11:53 PM

You actually finally open your eyes and give her an annoyed look. Mostly annoyed because you know she's right. "Thing is I still don't know what's on my mind. It's all a mess. ..I don't wanna leave him hanging though."

Coco 👑Today at 12:01 AM

"Well we're here to try to sort your thoughts a little."

rootyToday at 12:10 AM

"Well uh. Here's a thought: I hate everything that's happening.  I want him to be alright though."

Coco 👑Today at 12:15 AM

"Sounds reasonable. Sounds like there's no way around talking to him too though."

rootyToday at 12:19 AM

You gesture with your free arm. "Well yeah but how!! 'Hey Sock I know things are hella awkward but I appreciate you' doesn't really cut it does it?"

Coco 👑Today at 12:23 AM

"Why not?"

rootyToday at 12:24 AM

"..." You stare at her. "Does it?" Listen. Aradia should know you're bad at this.

Coco 👑Today at 12:30 AM

"It's a start isn't it? It's reassuring to hear that you still care for him!"

rootyToday at 12:31 AM

"I guess. I hate how everyone always makes that shit sound so simple."

Coco 👑Today at 12:38 AM

"It's not simple. It's really hard, but it's important. You just have to try to explain as best as you can and it'll be okay...ish."

rootyToday at 12:40 AM

"Okayish. Now that sounds realistic for once." Actually, okayish sounds pretty okay. Better than what's going on right now.

Coco 👑Today at 12:41 AM

"Okayish can turn into okay with time and some work you know? It doesn't have to be okay right away."

rootyToday at 12:44 AM

You make some frustrated noises. "Why can't it just be okay right away."

Coco 👑Today at 12:48 AM

"You can't just cheat your way past everything else, that's why." You get his frustration though. He get's a big forehead kiss.

rootyToday at 12:52 AM

You pout. "I can still try." But you've actually managed to calm down a bunch. Who knows, maybe not everything would go up in flames.

Coco 👑Today at 12:58 AM

Boop his nose. "Your cheap cheat codes won't work on your brain Dave. Can't glitch through that things walls either." He looks a little better and that makes you smile.

rootyToday at 1:02 AM

"Hey now. You haven't even seen half of what I'm capable of yet. The other half got stuck in the floor once." Her smile actually makes you smile. Damn those gross contagious feelings.

Coco 👑Today at 1:03 AM

"Did you take pictures of your messy glitchy brain? I'd love to see them."

rootyToday at 1:07 AM

"Yeah, but it all looks like vaporwave and dick jokes. Kinda lame, if you ask me."

Coco 👑Today at 1:12 AM

"Aw. I do like this silly brain of yours a lot."

rootyToday at 1:14 AM

"Getting quite mushy there, miss."

Coco 👑Today at 1:15 AM

"Oh no! I will turn it down!" You pull away your hands. No more pets.

rootyToday at 1:17 AM

Oh. No!!! Your desperate noises say that you liked that. Don't take hands away.

Coco 👑Today at 1:18 AM

"But Dave...I can't keep on touching you. That's mushy."

rootyToday at 1:22 AM

"Aw shit. That's a problem. What do you advise?"

Coco 👑Today at 1:29 AM

"Allowing me to mush you up"

rootyToday at 1:30 AM

You wrinkle your nose in fake disgust. "Aw man. Fine. Just this once."

Coco 👑Today at 1:35 AM

Kiss his cheek.

rootyToday at 1:37 AM

Oh. Oh no that's more mush than you expected. And makes you blush a little. Just a little.

Coco 👑Today at 1:40 AM

"Don't get all mushy on me Dave."

rootyToday at 1:41 AM

"Shut up. I'm not. You are."

Coco 👑Today at 1:49 AM

Kiss his nose.

rootyToday at 1:53 AM

Eeeeeeee alright that's getting too much for you to handle. "Okay alright yep." You sit up and rub your face. She can't see how much you're blushing when your back is turned to her. It's like for a moment you actually forgot how much of a crush you got on her. Whoops.

Coco 👑Today at 1:56 AM

"We already done with the cuddling?" You pout.

rootyToday at 4:44 AM

"Sorry girl, I know you can't resist me. I just don't want you to overdose on this Strider quality." Super smooth safe. Almost as if you didn't learn anything.

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