#so apparently a girl jumped off the 2nd/3rd floor

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#sona #why am I so short- #bro I hate it when my classmates teases me for that— #tho I just laugh it off lmao #cuz like- #nothing’s serious in here #even self harms are jokes to them- #literally- #what kind of place am I living in— #I’m going to say something sensitive so- #don’t read the tags anymore- #so apparently a girl jumped off the 2nd/3rd floor #we had Science exam that day #probably the girl was nervous as hell or maybe she couldn’t write that much in the exam hall #so she- yeah- #but what I heard that she somehow survived #and idk why but everybody seemed to be chill- or should I say they started joking about it- #maybe I’m just too sensitive or dumb 🫥 #they also said that it would be great if she jumped off the 7th floor #so if she died the exams would be stopped or something- #idk that sounded offensive- to me- #Kay’ anyways- #sorry for the long tags 🥲

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Just a Friend to You

Chapter 5: Sports

“Y/N! COME GIVE MAMA A SMOOCHIE SMOOCH!”

Y/N pushes open the door with a small duffle bag hanging from her right shoulder to see Kaori and Yukie running at her. Yukie jumps on her, hugging her tightly while Kaori hugs her side, squeezing her stomach.

“You guys act like you didn’t see me yesterday.” Y/N says, rolling her eyes but smiling.

“IT FEELS LIKE WE HAVEN’T!”

“PLEASE BECOME MANAGER AGAIN WE ARE SUFFERING!”

At this point, hearing their two managers crying, the boys stop what they were doing, turning to see the “reunion” between the three girls, seeing Y/N smushed between Yukie and Kaori with a bored look on her face.

“Ya know it never gets boring to see them like that.”

Akaashi’s eyes lift to turn towards Bokuto, seeing him still looking ahead at the three. Akaashi turns his head back, once again looking at the girls. He sees Y/N trying to shove them off, laughing in his head but only a small smile appears on the outside.

“Apparently she was practicing really late last night, know anything about that?” Akaashi turns once again to see Bokuto look at him. Looking back at Y/N he remembers last night and all that occurred, slightly praying that his cheeks and ears don’t give any sort of reaction.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Just that she would’ve told you,” Bokuto shrugged, “while I’m your best friend, she’s your BESTEST friend!” Bokuto smiles at Akaashi, Akaashi giving him back a small smile, both boys turning back to see the girls finally off of Y/N’s body.

“Huh, yeah.”

Y/N places her bag by the wall, then walked towards to the bench so see the coach smiling at her.

“Hello again, L/N.”

“Hey coach, so, how are you guys surviving without me?”

“Ugh,” he puts a hand over his heart, acting in pain, “we’re suffering.” Y/N lets out a laugh, a chuckle following from the coaches mouth.

“In all seriousness, they’re doing very well. I’m surprised Bokuto is taking on the captain role so well, along with Akaashi as his right hand man. But, Akaashi is the one to get Bokuto out of his emo mode the quickest.” Coach says, Y/N nodding along, turning to see the boys practicing again doing spiking drills. Bokuto spiked a ball, it hitting the court then flying towards Yukie.

“eY WATCH IT”

“IM SOOOOOORRY YUKIEE”

Kaori started giggling, grabbing the ball and tossing it to Y/N.

“Y/N”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO I THOUGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RESTING” Y/N whined, stomping her feet like a 3 year old.

“OH BOO HOO SERVING DRILLS, NOW” Kaori said, coming to drag her by the wrist.

“I DONT WANNA” Y/N says, pulling back while everyone watches this unfold. She can hear Konoha basically wheezing at this point, and Yukie smacking something or someone whilst laughing.

Kaori let’s go of Y/N, letting her fall to the ground. She crosses arms and legs, still pouting, when she feels two hands lift her by the armpit.

“Come come.” Y/N struggles, Akaashi basically carrying her like a rag doll, Haruki recording the whole thing while Yamato laid on the gym floor.

Akaashi makes his way to the other side of the court, Y/N still wiggling. He plops her down, her arms crossed and her eyes staring up at him. He looks down at her with a smile, grabbing a stray ball and handing it to her. Y/N let’s out a sigh, her lips finally breaking into a small smile when Akaashi pats her head.

“JESUS AKAASHI WE GET IT WE’RE SINGLE GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKIN SECOND YEAR HAVING A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE I DO!” The pair turns to see Yamato still on the floor.

Y/N and Akaashi separate, a blush basically tap dancing on their faces with how red it was. Akaashi rubs the back of his neck and goes back to his side of the court. Y/N sighs, holding the ball in her left hand.

“You get 5 serves. If you miss any, you’re doing a flying lap. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The boys missed two of the five serves, Bokuto even screaming at one of them, but the boys just grumbled, sucking it up and doing their punishment. Kaori walked up to Y/N with Yukie, placing her arm around the other two girls.

“It’s insane how they still respect you, despite being younger than most of them.”

“You just gotta work them into shape, but they respect you two as well.” Y/N says, leaning her head onto Kaori’s hand.

“I honestly think Y/N puts the fear of god into them since they know she hits as hard as some of them can.” Yukie says, letting out a chuckle.

“Speaking of, what was that with Akaashi?” Y/N turns to the girls quickly, both of them now standing next to eachother smirking, their eyebrows constantly raising.

“THAT was him treating me like a 5 year old.”

“THAT was him basically confessing to you.”

“I-“

Y/N starts to cough, becoming red once again, Yukie and Kaori busting out laughing at the girl. Yukie sighs, grabbing the other girls hand and beginning to walk towards the bench with them.

“You just gotta do it when the time is right, although please sooner than later this is hurting my heart.” Y/N shakes her head, slightly giggling. She stands, signaling that she’s going to go refill her bottle.

As she waits for the bottle to fill, her phone dings.

Practice ended after another hour, the boys now cleaning up. Y/N sat with some chips as coach approached her once again.

“So, how’s your team coming along?”

“Well, their captain is a bitch, but they are confident that they’ll win tomorrow.” Y/N says, smiling up at him at he laughs.

“Maybe I’ll let off practice, let them see how they can actually play if they don’t fool around.” He says, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

“Oh? I guess I never told you about us using the volleyball net as a race line-“

“yOu DID WHAT-“

After a brief scolding from coach, the boys came over, seeing that their old manager definitely still had a knack for giving their coach a headache.

“Practice tomorrow will be cancelled, however, I do suggest you going to see the girls game. Not only should we support them as much as they support us, but also I do want to see this one as a captain. I’m sure the now 2nd and 3rd years do as well.” The boys nodded along with what coach was saying, then turned to face you.

“Y/N!! Are you a super cool captain like me?”

“No.”

“BAHSHFBF” Bokuto’s hair fell while Kaori laughed, Yukie also laughing but trying to cheer up Bokuto by patting his back.

“I’m not a great captain, I do still fall on my ass, but we both are good captains, Bokuto,” Y/N says, walking up to him and holding out her hand, “No matter how many times we fail.”

Bokuto grabbed her hand, pulling her in for a hug, tears starting to form.

“AWWE Y/NNNNN”

“Since when the fuck were you so inspiring?”

“Yeah, usually you’d yell at us or tell yourself to “pick your ass off up the ground and cry about it at therapy.”

“HEY THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

“4 times actually.”

“I- COACH!”

Y/N and Konoha kept bickering, ending up with Konoha in a headlock and Y/N being pried off by Yamato and Akaashi. Y/N huffed, grabbing her bag along with everyone else, and locking up.

As she saw groups of people beginning to leave, she saw Keiji approach her.

“Let me walk you home today?”

“KEJEHTBT”

Y/N heard a squeal, turning to see Kaori repeatedly slapping Yukie’s arm in excitement, sighing, she turned back to face Akaashi with a smile on her face.

“Fine, but my feet hurt so you’re either taking my bag or we walk slow.”

“Or.”

“Or? What do you mean or-“

Akaashi bent over slightly, putting his bag on the ground. Y/N stared at him for a while, him obviously signaling for her to climb onto his back.

“N/N I swear to god you’re gonna give me scoliosis hurry the hell up”

Y/N climbed on, wrapping her legs around his middle and arms around his neck. He had his bag and hers draped across his shoulders as she laid her head on his back.

“Comfy?”

“Yessir, indeed!”

The two kept up chat whenever something came to mind, even showing him the picture Kaori managed to get of you guys while beginning your walk home. After a while, Y/N climbs off his back, only 5 minutes away from her house.

“Akaashi?”

“Yes N/N?” She sighs, brushing hair out of her eyes. While she debated on confessing tonight, a lot of signs were saying that it wasn’t the right time. Y/N could be anywhere with Keiji and it would be magical, but if he liked her back, she’d want it to be memorable for him as well.

“Are you gonna come to the game?”

“Of course, I want to see you spike some poor girls head again.”

“Kaaasshiiii” Y/N whined, swinging his hand in frustration.

“In all seriousness, it would be cool to see you kick someone else’s ass for once.” Y/N scoffed, giving Akaashi a light shove on his shoulder.

“That’s because you deserve it, asshole.” He scoffed back, placing a hand on his chest in offense.

“I’m the asshole?”

“Mhm!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Ya-huh!”

This went on for 3 full minutes. Bystanders stared at the pair arguing like children, meanwhile they looked like they could be college students.

“IT WAS THE OTHER DAY AKAASHI.”

“OH SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO PAINT MYSELF GREEN? I AM NOT THE MATERIAL ✨C A S H M O N E Y ✨ Y/N.”

Y/N wheezed, smacking Akaashi’s arm as they walked into her driveway, now realizing how dark it was since they probably took twice as long. Y/N sighed, the last few giggles escaping her lips. She looked at Keiji who had a toothy smile on his face, him already looking at her.

“Thank you for walking me home, Keiji.”

“Anytime, N/N.”

Y/N sighed, turning to walk to her door.

“Y/N?”

This mf better not confess right now it was a really good time-

He lifted his arms, making grabby hands at her, Y/N’s head tilting in confusion. She makes her way back over to him, coming into close proximity. He wraps his arms around her waist, turning to stuff his face into her neck. Y/N tenses up, then relaxes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s this for, Keij?” Y/N releases Akaashi, looking up at him. He turns, beginning to walk away, but turns back to face her.

“Cuz I’m a lonely bitch, Y/N. Jesus get your mind out of the gutter. Premarital hugging? Never.” Akaashi keeps a straight face, Y/N staring back at him to see who breaks first. However, they break at the same time, laughing loudly once again. After a few seconds, the lights on Y/N’s porch flickers 3 times, signaling its time for her to come in. As she goes to go up the stairs, she runs back to him a third time.

Y/N stands on her tippy toes, kissing Akaashi on the cheek, slowly sinking down.

“Thank you once again, Keiji.”

As she finally starts to go up the stairs, Y/N turns her head to face him once again, giving him a small wave which he returns.

She makes her way into the house, slipping off her shoes and running up to her room, falling backwards on her bed with a huge smile on her face.

“Heh, cute.”

Notes

Y/N likes Akaashi

This is not the first time Yukie has called herself mama Yes Y/N has called herself daddy

The girls attacking eachother was a usual occurrence

Bokuto DOES know that Akaashi was there with her, but just wanted to see what he would say

Coach would make Y/N do serving drills last year so that while she skipped her own practice, she was still practicing

Y/N thought the plural of goose was gooses, hence the GC name

This is not based on a true story please do not call me out I BEG 😀✊

Atsumu flirts with Y/N for fun, nothing serious

Everyone has pet names for Y/N, while Y/N just calls them “gooses” as a collective group

Osamu calls Y/N “doll” because the first movie they watched together was “Captain America: The First Avenger”

Osamu does NOT like Y/N

Y/N did not actually use the net as a race line

Akaashi is a VERY calm person around everyone and around Y/N, but once in a while Akaashi does get on the chaotic levels of Y/N, even if it just for a few minutes

Akaashi walked home with his hand on his cheek

Y/N squealed at 1am, remember Akaashi doing the grabby hands so he could get a hug

Y/N also realized that she had kissed Akaashi on the cheek as a moment of boldness Yes, she called the girls and Kuroo

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If your looking for prompts still what about todobakudeku where class 1A doesn't know and are all arguing about who is dating who?

bet this is the chaos I LIVE for. this brought me so much joy. I just have to decide if I wanna do an AU or do it in their universe. this will most likely be set either in 3rd year or 1st because we know 2nd year is pain and suffering galore and the idea of putting them in a 2nd year with the manga going the way it is right now terrifies me so... 3rd year it most likely is.

ALSO todobakudeku is what got me into the fandom honestly and I feel like that’s sad to say. it’s happening more and more though (to me anyway), getting into a fandom from reading the fics and then going “well great now I want to see the characters actual personalities” and then I get sucked in.

sorry that’s a whole rant and I have no self control. here’s the piece though!!!

If you were to ask class 3-A what the biggest thing they’ve experienced this year was, most would (thankfully) say that they’re still trying to crack the code that is the fragile relationship between the Big Three of their year. It’s not uncommon to see Midoriya, one of their resident sunshines, draped over one of the other two either in the common room or in the locker room after a particularly rough training session from their beloved teacher. Todoroki helping him cool off or Bakugo warming his hands just enough to help knead a knotted muscle on the green boy’s shoulder.

The first time seeing either of these instances occur, all any of them could think was; what the everloving fuck happened at Endeavor’s agency that the three most touch averse (yet touch starved) young heroes are clinging to one another like lifelines? It’s not just Midoriya holding on, but you can see either of the other boys all over Midoriya as well. It’s not uncommon to hear a “Kacchan, get off, you’re sweaty!” or a screech of “Sho that’s cold!” One of them is attached to Izuku at any given time and it’s kind of cute.

Though, never at the same time, or while the other is around, which is what ultimately causes the confusion. Izuku is showing physical affection so freely to both of them when both are around, but the other two seem to hold back around one another, only doing something when Izuku asks for it. Bakugo will deny ever showing affection to begin with and shout before storming away, and Todoroki just turns a little pink and brushes it off. Both of them avoid the topic, or seem to anyway.

Asking Midoriya, however is much harder to process than asking the other two. He honestly acts like nothing is out of the ordinary and that it’s completley normal for this to be happening.

That’s when theories start popping up.

“I think Midoriya is dating Todoroki. I saw them training earlier and the tension was,” Aoyama quite literally performs a chef’s kiss before adding, “immaculate.” 

“Could you have called that training? That was flirting and a game of Cat and Mouse.” Jirou deadpans.

“That’s odd, because I literally caught Midoriya and Bakubro cuddling and whispering to one another the night Todoroki had to go visit his dad.” Kirishima says, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I have noticed that Bakugo always seems to be touching Midoriya in some fashion...” Iida mutters, catching the attention of everyone quickly. He decides to continue with, “But we shouldn’t be talking about their personal matters like this.”

“Iida hush, we want tea.” Uraraka scolds playfully, elbowing the blue haired boy rather harshly. He tries to look at Tsuyu for help but she just shrugs, placing a quick kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek before announcing that she is going to take a nap. It’s getting colder and that tends to take a toll on the frog girl.

“But the night Bakugo went out to see his parents, Todoroki and Midoriya slept in the same room. I saw them coming out of Todoroki’s room the next morning.” Momo adds, curious about this conundrum as well.

“So is Midoriya dating Bakugo or Todoroki?” Mina whines, confused. She too has seen Midoriya with each boy in some sort of compromising situation, but nothing adds up. 

“Maybe they both like Midoriya?” Kaminari suggests out of the blue. Shinso smacks the back of his boyfriend’s head, sending him a glare that clearly means “shut your mouth.” It’s very similar to Aizawa’s. Terrifying. However, the blonde doesn’t seem to be phased in the slightest, only smiling brightly.

“Poor Midoriya, if that’s the case.” Sero jests, only half joking. Some of the others nod in agreement. Bakugo and Todoroki are near unstoppable forces at times. Especailly when faced with competition.

While the rest of the class seems to turn away from the topic, clearly confused enough, Hagakure steps in.

“Based off of THAT reaction, I’d say you two know something!” Hagakure says, quick to pull the attention back to the purple haired boy and his boyfriend.

“Shit. Almost got free.” Kaminari curses, standing up quickly and trying to escape. Shinso, the asshole, is already a few floors up, using his capture weapon to his advantage.

As a group of the most curious start to go after Kaminari, the three boys in question come out of the training room.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had time to train like this, huh? I mean, Endeavor keeps us pretty busy as is, but Kacchan has been helping his parents with their work, and Aizawa Sensei refuses to let up for anything! Usually all I have enough energy to do is lay down with you two! Not that I don’t enjoy it, but training with you two is always a lot of fun-” Midoriya continues to ramble about anything that comes to mind, seeming completley relaxed in the presence of Bakugo and Todoroki. That’s not what makes the others stop listening though. It’s the fond looks that the two share for not only the green haired menace, but eachother as well.

“-and I know Mom’s upset that I haven’t visited in a while, and that she’s never met Sho. I mean, I’m kind of upset about that too, you know? I want to show her both of my boyfriends, not just Kacchan. I mean, she’s gonna love Sho! Probably more than she loves Kacchan!” Bakugo elbows Midoriya in the ribs, earning a “hey!” and a blow of his own to match. Todoroki rolls his eyes as his partners start to playfight, none of the trio aware of the eyes watching them, and shakes his head at them. That just finished training, why tire yourself out even more?

It only takes a few seconds before Midoriya is trapped beneath Bakugo, who immediately attacks the green bean with peppered kisses.

“I- Huh?” Mina asks, no words coming to mind.

“So it appears that they’re all in a relationship together.” Iida says, smiling at how happy Todoroki and Midoriya seem with their situation.

“I’ve never seen Bakubro be so... so soft. It’s so manly.” Kirishima says, chuckling to himself at the end.

“How did they manage to hide that so well for so long?” Uraraka asks, curiosity piqued once more. She looks to Kirishima who shrugs.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve still been hearing his angry rants about Midoriya and Todoroki doing something to piss him off. Nothing really changed there.”

A groan is heard from where the Big Three are and Iida makes it knows that they have an audience by clearing his throat. The three of them jump out of their skins. Kirishima is on the floor laughing with Kaminari and Mina about how he’s never seen Bakugo so scared. Like pure fear, not what happened in first year where he still masked it all with anger.

Midoriya, oddly enough, is the first one to recover from the three’s mortified state.

“H-How long h-have you all b-been s-standing there?” He asks, looking like a tomato.

“Long enough. Anyways! How long have you guys been dating?” Hagakure asks. That girl has no fear.

“About six months.” Todoroki answers, finally able to speak. Bakugo keeps going between furious and panicky.

“Six- WHAT? Excuse me while I give my shovel talk.” Mina calls, apparently also having no fear.

“Raccoon eyes if you touch one hair on either of their heads I’ll kill you myself.” Bakugo snaps. It shocks the class into an awkward silence, but they quickly recover.

“I’m not dealing with this right now.” Bakugo growls, grabbing his boyfriends’ hands and pulling them upstairs. Probably to Midoriya’s room, his being the closest.

“You all do realize that as soon as Bakugo gets over being embarrassed and soft, he’s going to kill us, right?”

#i live for chaos and chaos alone #tdbkdk #tdbk #tddk #bkdk #todobakudeku #todobaku #tododeku #bakudeku #mha #bnha #izuku midoriya

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Gladiolus cheating on Fem!S/O

Hey c:

Here’s Gladio for this series! 

1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating 

Words: 3750+

Genre: Angst, heartbreak, betrayal

Spoilers: None

Trigger warnings: Anger, verbally abusiveness, pregnancy, coma, cheating, explicit sexual act depicted briefly

Taming a beast was almost impossible. Gladiolus was such a beast. All the ladies were swooning over him, flirting with him whenever they could. No one cared about the fact that he had been dating his current girlfriend for over 6 years. Actually, the couple was beyond happy, completing each other seamlessly. But Gladio was still an untamable beast.

He was a charmer, couldn't resist flirting back, couldn't reject those females entirely. However, he always stayed faithful. So far at least.

Their relationship had been fairly rocky ever since his S/O fell pregnant. At first, it didn't change their lives all too much.. Until all the complications started. Her pregnancy was far from ideal. Morning sickness, back- and headaches, fatigue, abdominal cramps, high blood pressure - she had it all. Unfortunately, she also suffered from severe swelling. Face, feet, ankles, hands - they all had moments in which their size increased tremendously. After a check-up at her doctor, they diagnosed her with Preeclampsia. Therefore, their pregnancy was one with high risk. She was at high risk of losing her baby if she wasn't being careful. As result, she quit her job immediately. From there on out, Gladiolus was the only one earning money for them. He worked twice as hard, thinking of his future family as motivation.

The first weeks were difficult for both of them. His S/O had to get used to the pain she was almost constantly going through while Gladiolus had to get used to the lack of affection from their side. He was an extremely physical guy. Any and every physical touch was a reassurance to him that he was loved.. But she couldn't give him that. Sex was off entirely. When she was feeling decent, she at least managed to help him with his urges, took care of his not-so-little friend if it was necessary. To say she enjoyed pleasing him would be a lie. The continuous pain drowned her libido and every wish to receive and give pleasure. It was just something she did for him because she knew how important it was to him. The little praise afterward made up for it. He was thankful for her trying to not let her pregnancy affect their relationship too much. Truth was that it still took a huge toll on them. While Gladio was satisfied for those first few weeks, he eventually grew tired of her sloppy blow- or handjobs and started declining them. That she denied him giving her pleasure upset him, too. It eventually stopped feeling like a relationship to him simply because they had no physical contact other than some gentle kisses.

The happiness of expecting their first baby was overshadowed by lack of physical love.

Needlessly to say, they also started having arguments about it. The further she got in her pregnancy, the grumpier he got. Gladiolus even started calling her fat, giving the vibe of that she was completely undesirable. It's true that her weight was fluctuating. Preeclampsia was causing it.. And of course, her pregnancy. While Gladio was still fairly supportive most of the time, he seemed to distance himself more and more. He apologized for his behavior almost daily, regretting his spiteful words greatly, blaming his temper and work for stressing him out for it. She accepted all his apologies for the sake of their unborn baby. All she wanted was for their daughter to grow up in a safe family environment.

By now she was 7.5 months in. Finally at the third trimester. Her doctor was as far as to give her medicine to help her baby grow faster so they could induce labor as soon as possible. Gladiolus S/O was suffering greatly while he was most likely at work.. Or hanging with his friends. He was working as a hunter, it was the most beneficial. 

She just wanted this to be over, wanted to deliver her healthy baby and heal. Her body was exhausted. It was pure luck that she didn't suffer from a stroke or seizure yet because of all the extra stress her boyfriend caused. On the bright side, although Gladiolus was being quite ignorant of his girlfriend's state, he at least always brought her little gifts when he returned from a hunting job.. And he even called her every day if it was multiple-day job. Those moments where what gave her strength to believe in their relationship. 

It seemed to be falling apart at rapid speed - all because she wasn't into sex and instead, groaning about pain. The treatment she received helped but.. Didn't make it better. Her case was apparently very severe, yet no one could explain why. Gladio knew about it, always accompanied her to check-ups, yet he didn't seem to care all too much anymore. At least that's how she felt. 

The more distant he became, the sadder his S/O was. And when he started leaving for partying, her jealousy peaked. She was scared of losing him to someone else. He excused himself by claiming the chocobros wanted to catch up and that all their wives and girlfriends were fine with it - she shouldn't complain. But she hated this. And when she smelled different perfumes on him, she was infuriated. But he shook it off, claiming he met the girlfriends of his bros because they joined them and that it was a shame she didn't show up. Being the loving girlfriend she was, she believed him. But her trust was scraped. 

"Ever since he went out two days ago.. His phone's been vibrating constantly.." his S/O thought to herself, sitting on their couch and rubbing her baby bump gently - it was sensitive as heck, "He's showering.. Maybe I.. Should take a quick glimpse."

Looking around the room to ensure he really wasn't around, she carefully got up. Groaning, she bit her lip hard. The moving of her belly caused slight discomfort and walking on her swollen feet ached. It was another bad day. She was quick to pick up his smartphone. Luckily, Gladiolus didn't put in a code - it unlocked with a simple swipe. At first, nothing seemed suspicious.. Until she went through his recently send messages. Multiple females were in there. 

"That doesn’t mean a lot.. He's always been famous with ladies - he usually blocks their number, though.." she thought to herself, "Maybe he forgot.."

But the second she clicked on each message, her stomach dropped. They were all flirting with him - which she would've tolerated if they hadn't sent nudes. And even videos of them masturbating. One quick glimpse into his phone's gallery was enough to see that he had been interested in a lot of different girls. Tons of nudes greeted her. None of them of her own body - she wasn't even on his phones background images.

"He.. He would've deleted them if he didn't like them.." she whispered, going back to the messages as she started feeling worse.

She ended up finding out that he even demanded those… they had phone sex.

"What are you doing?!" Gladiolus snapped, only a towel wrapped around his lower half.

Jumping from the sudden raised voice, she almost dropped his phone on the floor but caught it last minute.

"Did you go through my phone!?" he shouted, a deep frown present on his forehead as he stomped over to her and tore the phone out of her hands.

"Who are those girls?!" she replied, using all her energy to raise her voice, too.

"That's none of your business!" he shouted in their face, "You don't go through someone's phone!" 

"You're my boyfriend, of course, it's my business who you're sexting with!" she argued, frowning as well. 

"Oh c'mon, it was just fun" he groaned, rolling his eyes.

"They sent you nudes!" she shouted, clenching her jaw as she felt a stinging pain erupting from her stomach - it was because she was too emotional, "You.. Wanted those nudes. And masturbation videos."

"You should be grateful it's only photos and videos - I didn't have actual sex with them even though that would've been tons better than just waiting for your sorry ass" he growled, squeezing the phone in his hands tightly as he stared into his girlfriends eyes, "It's like watching porn and you don't care about that either."

Her eyes widened at that. Was that a threat? A note? It hurt her to know that he was admitting to having phone sex with them and at the same time telling her to be glad he didn't actually sleep with them. Little did she know that he actually lusted for those girls and hoped for real sex with them. The reference to porn made her feel even worse about herself. 

"I don't want you to have any contact with those women" she calmly said, lowering her head slowly.

"And I don't want you to rummage through my phone!" he replied, raising his voice again.

"Go through my phone if it makes you feel better" she whispered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone, even unlocking it for him.

A picture of them kissing and one of them hugging was her background. A picture of better times.

"Fuck that!" he slapped her phone away, making it fall to the floor with full force.

At his sudden outburst of anger, she started sobbing. Before her pregnancy, she would've been able to deal with it but now that she was in pain, physically weak and going through intense mood swings, she couldn't help herself.

"Don't you love me? Am I not good enough?" she whispered.

"Oh come the fuck on, if I wouldn't love you, I would've left ages ago" he replied, sighing, getting annoyed with them.

"Then why are you looking at other girls? Why are you messaging them with such lewd intentions?" she asked, trying hard to hold back any tears, "I know you have nudes of me, why don't you use those to ma-" 

"You piss me off.. I'll go head out and meet with the guys" he cut her off, turning around and walking off, leaving her standing there. 

"No! I want an answer!" she yelled, storming after him and pulling on his arm, "Now!" 

"Because they're hot, okay? Everything about them is smoking hot and it's a nice change to not be looking at your body all the time!" he yelled back, pulling his arm out of their grip, "You didn't want any physical contact with me, so at least let me have fun on my own! It's not like I'm cheating!"

His ignorance and selfishness finally caused tears to fall. It's been a few days since she last shed tears.. But those were also because of him. He made it seem like this was her fault.. He didn't seem to understand that he body was inflamed and that she was carrying their baby.

"I'm pregnant.." she whispered in defeat, "My entire body hurts.. I'd appreciate if you'd be considerate of that."

Gasping he glared down at her: "Oh, I am! Every single day I work my ass off for you and our daughter. Then I come home and just have more work here because you can't do a thing right - at least let me have my goddamned fun!"

Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned around and headed back to their couch. Her legs were beginning to fail her and her vision was blurring. The way her heart raced was hurting faintly, too. Something was off. She was stressed out.. And hurt from his words. She felt betrayed.

Gladiolus stormed into their bedroom to get dressed, didn't bother about how she was struggling to breathe. Placing both of her hands on her baby bump, she tried to relax - for her daughter. Taking deep breaths, she attempted to make her body relax but her hands started swelling instead. While her boyfriend got ready, she felt pathetic about herself. Her appearance, her disease, her pain. And she was scared, scared of the next weeks. Their doctor already warned them that he'd induce her pregnancy at exactly 37 weeks. 7 weeks were left until that'd happen. Chances were high her body would go into labor sooner, though. One thought lead to the other and she just crumbled on the couch, crying. Although Gladio claimed to be loving her, she didn't believe that. The guy she fell in love with loved her, supported her endlessly.. But this guy was just harmful, angry, upset and inconsiderate.

"I'll leave now" he announced, grabbing his keys and shoving them in his pants along with his wallet, not once looking at the crying mess on their couch.

For a few seconds, she didn't say a thing, she couldn't. Right when he was about to close the door, she turned around and looked at him.

"Please don't.." she whined, "I…-.. I d-don't fe… feel good."

"Take a bath or something, I'll be back in an hour or two" he groaned, not even bothered to look at her.

"Pl-..please.. No" she stuttered, wanting to walk over to him but her legs refused to carry her weight.

"See you later" he coldly mumbled, closing the door afterward.

That was the final thing she needed to feel pushed off the edge. This was the first time he didn't even bother to check on her before leaving. She figured she shouldn't have been noisy but she was still going through a risky pregnancy.. She expected him to care. And she also couldn't believe that he didn't apologize about his female contacts. Some may consider it cheating, some don't.. But she did. Those were real people he actively asked for nudes and videos - not someone earning money with it. To be angry about this and highly suspicious seemed legit to her. But she wished she could just turn off her emotions - for the sake of not stressing her baby out.

In those 6 years they had been dating, they sure fought every now and then. Most times, both were too stubborn to give in so their fighting usually escalated. Stuff was thrown around, hateful words were yelled in each other's faces. But it was fine, their makeup sex was incredible. None of them ever cried because of it - but she was vulnerable for now.

"This entire pregnancy has been terrible.. The pain, the fights,.. I didn't think it'd go this way" she thought to herself, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "He was so happy when he found out.. And now he.. He's not here and he complains all the time."

With each minute, her head felt more like it was about to explode. She had a terrible headache - or even a migraine - and her heart was about to burst from her chest. It all just kept getting worse. But the moment her vision started to blur and her face began to swell up, she knew she had to call someone.

But her phone wasn't in her pocket anymore.

Panicking, she hastily started looking around the area. It took her a few minutes to remember that Gladiolus slapped it onto the floor.

"Shit.. Hopefully it's.. Okay" she thought, slowly getting up, still searching for it.

Eventually, she finally saw it. Her stomach was twisting and turning while she tried to bend down towards it. But without warning, she felt dizzy, lost her balance and fell forward. Luckily, she managed to catch herself before she crashed on her baby bump. But now she was panicking even more.

"Oh god.. That was so close.." she whispered, "I'm so sorry."

After sitting down on her bum, she took her now shattered phone. Unlocking her phone and finding the telephone button was harder than she thought it could be. Not only was her vision becoming worse, moving her fingers was insanely difficult.

"Something's wrong.. Shit" she cursed under her breath.

Finally, she seemed to have found the recently called tab and just clicked on the first name. She couldn't read it, her vision was shaking and was way too blurry. Little did she know that she accidentally face timed her boyfriend instead of just making a simple call. And he picked up. Unintentionally.

"Ugh it's nothing important, ignore it. Keep going, we don't have a lot of time" he ordered the women in front of him to continue giving attention to his not-so-little friend.

Throwing the phone aside, it landed on a pillow.. Perfectly showing off what exactly was going on. Two females were licking and sucking on his dick. He stood before them. They both teased him, fondled with his balls as well. All of them were naked. At first, his S/O didn't understand what was going on.. Didn't want to believe what she thought was happening. But when Gladiolus started moaning.. Her heart finally broke.

Rapidly blinking, her vision improved a tiny bit.. Enough for her to actually see it. Her naked boyfriend face-fucking the females she saw on his phone. They took turns, were both hungry for him. Her headache increased and increased, the pressure on her head eventually feeling unbearable. She couldn't look away, couldn't move either.. Her eyes were locked on the scene.

"Ugh! Fuck, you're amazing" Gladiolus moaned before he came over both their faces.

Without saying a word, he pulled both of them up, kissing each briefly before pushing one down onto her back and the other one on top on all fours. He squeezed her butt with both of his hands before rubbing his shaft along both of their cores, coating himself with their wetness. For a few seconds, he just thrusted in between them, delicately rubbing along their buds to pleasure them, too. They were all moaning softly. 

Meanwhile, his pregnant girlfriend slumped to the side. Her body suddenly fell to the right. She hit her head on the ground. Her left hand was still clutching onto the phone which so happened to fall right in front of her face.

"So many holes to chose from .. Ugh. I wanna claim them all" Gladio proclaimed, running his hands along both of the girls entrances, "I'm going to claim them all.. But where do I start?"

His S/O sobbed, hoping he'd hear - but he didn't. 

"Please.. Ho-home" she whispered, unable to raise her voice and speak properly. 

Again, no one heard. She witnessed how her boyfriend started thrusting into some strange female while fingering the other. Tears ran down her face while her eyes widened. While he was having fun.. She was having a stroke. For a moment, everything hurt.. But then it all stopped. She lost control of her body.

"Harder!" one of the females demanded and he happily obliged. 

Although she lost control of her body.. She was very much conscious of what was happening. She saw it all. She saw how her boyfriend enjoyed taking care of two females at the same time. The slapping sounds, the squishing, the moans, the groans. Everything. It was like she was there, like he was cheating right in front of her eyes.

"I've always dreamed of a threesome with two sexy girls.. Ugh, shit.." Gladiolus admitted, cursing as he increased his thrusting speed.

He held his word and claimed every possible entrance those girls could give. It took forever. He came two more times until he was satisfied and no longer feeling sexually frustrated. All the while his girlfriend was clinging on to her life. She zoned out, just stared at the screen and watched.

"We have to do this again.." one of the girls breathed out, laying on the bed in attempt to calm down.

"Oh yes, please" the other one begged, agreeing.

"We'll see.." Gladiolus shrugged.

"Your girlfriend won't be pleased about this" one of them whispered, cleaning her body off of several juices. 

"Mmh" he agreed, biting his lip hard.. As if he was showing regret. 

"Wasn't she watching this entire time?" the other girl wondered.

"Watching?" he repeated.

"Yeah.." she replied, pointing up towards this phone, "Or is that a screensaver?" 

Once Gladiolus saw his phone and that their facetime call had been going for over an hour, his eyes widened.

"Shit" he exclaimed, quickly picking up his phone, "Can you hear me?" 

She didn't reply, only blinked occasionally.

"Fuck.. Can you smile?" he began to panic, feeling beyond guilty for what he just did now that he saw his girlfriends tear-stained face.

No response. She couldn't move.

"Shit.. Shit shit" Gladiolus repeatedly cursed, "Someone diall 911! She's having a stroke! And she's pregnant!" 

Only one of the girls reacted, threw her phone over to him. He immediately called an ambulance over before he ran home. By the time he arrive, the ambulance already carried her out and the car was ready to drive off. He barely hopped into it.

Once they finally arrived at the hospital, she had already suffered brain damage. To help her body heal and relax, they put her into an induced coma. They had to run quite a few scans to check what exactly happened and give her the best possible treatment. 

"I'm so sorry.. I'm so incredibly sorry.." Gladiolus kept whispering as he sat beside her hospital bed, holding one of her hands between his, "I should've been there. I should've listened to you. This is my fault.. I'm so sorry."

Lucky for them, their daughter was fine. She didn't suffer any damage. His S/O in return lost her ability to walk and her entire right side was paralyzed. The day they woke her up, they realized she also couldn't speak, didn't quite remember how to. She had Aphasia. Her life had changed for the worse. Most days she spent crying - after all, she still had preeclampsia, too. His S/O was now a broken woman, not even slightly resembling who she used to be. But unlike before, Gladiolus supported her. He paid for all her bills, her therapy, medication, and treatment. But most importantly, he spent time with her. 

The second he realized what he had done to the one he sincerely loved, he broke all contact with any other female and deleted all photos that weren't her. He was grateful for the second chance he was given - even though no one could guarantee that she wasn't suffering from memory loss as well and simply didn't remember that he cheated. Gladio regretted what he did just to get some stress relief. He wanted to better himself, become the man she deserved. And aside from that, he wanted to be a great father for the daughter that he almost lost too.

Masterlist ;  1st Part ; 2nd Part ; 3rd Part  // Noctis cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Prompto cheating 1 ; 2 ; 3 // Ignis cheating 1 ; 2 // Ravus cheating

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Life is Crazy (and I’m only 20) My Breakup Story

Well man, let me tell ya life is crazy. Before I came to college I thought I had a pretty good idea of what life was, you have your routine, go to school, see friends, family, and eat. Maybe you take a vacation, fall in love but blah blah blah. But I had never been in love in high school. In fact, I never even liked anyone that much. Sure I kissed a few guys but things never went further and my crushes usually dissipated. Eventually, that small town life got boring, as it tends to when you grow up. So, I left. I applied to school in California, was luckily supported and allowed to go. So in 2015, I found myself here at an orientation meeting more new people than I had in my whole life! I loved it because, well, I’m a very social person. Freshman year was great, I had a fun group of friends, we went to fun parties and school wasn’t totally on my radar. My now ex, was. Matt and I first met as he brought another girl into his dorm, where I was hanging out. That girl was my friend and I was happy for her. I started hanging out with his roommates and alas we started a friendship. We ate a lot, smoked a lot, went to concerts. It was fun. Then it started to change, there was a lot of sexual tension, and one day before thanksgiving we made out. It progressed, we kept hooking up until, finally, we were kinda drunk in a stairwell and he said something like:

“Olivia, what are we doing here?”

To which I responded:

“Um, I don’t know”

“I think we should date.”

From there ensued a two hour conversation in which he convinced me to date him. Now l wasn’t being pressured, I just was unsure. He was part of my friend group at the time, and if it didn’t work out I’d be in an awkward position. But at the same time, I REALLY liked him. He was so cute, and fun, and nice. I had never liked anyone the way I liked him. So I went with it. Upon leaving I said 

“This makes me very uncomfortable” in a joking tone, but I was pretty serious.

After we dated for a few weeks, Valentines day approached. It was weird, but luckily I was out of town. We continued dating and that awkwardness began to fade. One night I snuck him into my dorm room and I lost my virginity to him. I was really excited (although it was awkward because my roommates were sleeping in the room—he also made me go on top, when I had no idea what I was doing). From then the sexplosion started. We were fucking so many times a week, people got annoyed. 

Around June I went home after finals for two weeks to spend time with friends and family before returning to Summer school. Now keep in mind my whole freshman year, I was in a weird place. I was done with my hometown and I thought with my friends. I didn’t really talk to my friends back home that year. When I returned home I was just so excited to get back to school. I remember the first red flag was when I was talking to my friends about going to a nude beach. Matt said that he didn’t want me to go because although he respected my bodily autonomy, others might not—so I should wait for him. I got into a huge argument, threatening to end the relationship. Which of course I didn’t want to do, but at that time I was still confident and not afraid to lose him. We worked through it, but he was still always weird about body things. 

Then something shifted. 

The summer of freshman year I did a summer program for architecture. Partly out of interest and partly out of a desire to get the fuck out of New Jersey. Right before it started though, Matt and I took our first vacation together. We went to a sleepy, meth town called Pismo Beach. The people were kinda weird, and the water was so cold, but the air was so hot. Definitely a weird beach weekend. When we first got there he began trying to have sex with me, he sort of just threw me on the bed and started fucking me. He never asked, but I thought that maybe our rough sex had given him a weird point of view. And I didn’t think it was all that bad because if I was horny I would have liked it. I cried a lot, and that’s when I had my first panic attack with him. He kept apologizing and said “I would never do anything to hurt you.” I accepted and we moved past it. The rest of the weekend was fun, we got good cinnamon rolls. 

This was a weird time. I had class everyday 9am-5pm. I lived in an apartment with strangers. And let me tell you, it was so fucking hot and my apartment had no air conditioning. I had never cooked for myself before, so most of the time I was starving. My neck always hurt from staring at my computer. I also had no friends. It was tough—I loved the work, but the scenario was hard. During this time Matt was still working at a restaurant back home so he would come and visit me on the weekends. First weekend was fun, he slept over, we probably smoked weed, got dinner etc. But by the 2nd to 3rd week of the program I started to feel weird. Now I’ve had childhood anxiety, I couldn’t sleep at night due to panic attacks, forgot how to eat, couldn’t leave the house. But I thought that was behind me. I started feeling extremely lonely, as I had made not one friend during this program to hang out with. Matt was the only person who was there for me. I was lonely, sad, tired, and stressed. One night I just said that I wanted to go home after only spending a little time with him, and before I could leave I just broke down. I told him “something isn’t right,” and he listened. I explained how I was feeling, he probably said he would help and that he loved me. He gave me encouragement and went home. These feelings persisted. The next weekend, I wanted him to come down but he couldn’t. My friend Andrea came and we went out for drinks. We met some lawyer who kept buying us tequila shots and margaritas and before you know it I was trashed. Now I know tequila, and alcohol in general, makes people emotional, but this was a whole other level. We got home, Andrea stayed inside, and I went outside and called Matt sobbing. I was so upset and I thought the only relief would be if he came over. He said he couldn’t, obviously (he lived far away and had work the next morning). I don’t remember saying any of this but I started crying about how I wanted to kill myself and jump in front of a car. These were thoughts that I had never uttered out loud or really ever thought of sober. He texted Andrea frantically saying I was going to kill myself, she came to get me we went to bed. I apologized to her in the morning saying it was just the tequila, and felt so guilty. 

I finished off my program and we went to Matt’s home for the night as I was flying out the next day. I was absolutely devastated to leave him. I worried that he would die, and that we would be separated forever. Well, whatever. I went home and unfortunately for me I arrived when all of my  friends were leaving. I found myself in the exact same place that I was at school—alone. I felt pretty depressed, all I wanted to do was talk to Matt. I was jealous that he was busy and I was not. I could barely get out of bed in the morning. I would sleep till 3pm and most days do nothing. I was more than ready to get the fuck out of New Jersey again. 

My sophomore year began and I was so excited. I was living in a single and Matt met me to help move my room around. He didn’t really want to help, he mostly just wanted to have sex. He actually made me feel bad about making him do so much labor because I knew what he really wanted. But I loved the guy, and my year began. I went to Spain for a week and missed out on meeting my floor and joining new clubs. That was hard because when I returned I had no new friends. While my closest buds were in singles next to me we never really talked like I imagined we would. Abby was in distress for the first two quarters over her breakup. Roslyn just seemed anti-social and/or depressed, and Tiffany was always with Nick (like every night). So there weren’t that many group hangouts or dinners. So, I spent most of my time with Matt. We had sleepovers multiple times a week and we had a great time together. It was so fun just getting to cuddle with someone for hours. We started a new routine where we’d go on these nice walks. It was nice. But he was still being weird about sex, I remember crying after being with him one time to Tiffany and Roslyn because I felt like he had pressured me or something. I tried to explain my boundaries to him but it turned into a debate about my bodily autonomy again. It was around this time that I wrote in one notebook that I felt “diluted, and had given too much of myself”, but of course these were just passing thoughts and most of my time was consumed with being in blissful innocent love. Some weird things happened too. When I was very drunk one night laying on the floor, Matt pulled my pants down and began eating me out. I told him to stop and I think someone walked into my room. There were other times when I would test him and pretend to sleep, he would still continue to fuck me anyway until I told him to stop. This continued and at one point I expressed that I didn’t know if I was what he wanted. He assured me that I was. That year was out first serious relationship talk, and it was a lot of me trying to validate my feelings. We hadn’t been going on as many dates anymore, which I wasn’t against because I don’t need a nice dinner to feel appreciated but I still missed him putting in effort to make me feel special. 

Towards the end of the year Tiffany took us to her Ventura house. We got really drunk, and Matt told me about his sexual fantasies. Apparently he would go online and pretend to be some female anime character and talk to people online. He said he hasn’t done it in a while though. Then on his computer I asked him to show me the porn he liked. This was one of the times (other than learning about his Dad) that I felt like he was opening up. But, the porn he watched was shitty. Really fake. We tried fucking while watching it but I just felt like I was being used by a sex toy. One night I was so drunk and apparently I said to him “please don’t have sex with me” which he told me the next day. He said of course he wouldn’t do something like that. At this point our sex life was getting weird, we had begun falling into this routine. He’d use the vibrator on me and just hold it there, it became boring. He wouldn’t talk dirty and when we did have really rough sex sometimes it became way too much. One time he made me cry it was so intense (this year). Our sex dropped off, we didn’t fuck at Mammoth, we didn’t fuck over Easter. Meanwhile I was still having panic attacks, being anxious and a bit suicidal. 

That summer we were both taking classes. It was hard to see each other but we made it work. However, it started to become boring to hang out together. We had good conversation about what he liked. We watched new shows, and cooked. Went to the occasional party. But something was getting weird. I felt like I was never really spending time with him. Our sleepovers dropped off. Cuddling sort of stopped too. He was always saying he was ready to go home and just seemed like he didn’t want to spend that much time with me. I mentioned this and he said everything was fine. Then on my birthday something happened, and I don’t completely remember it because I was so drunk. But we went to my room to have sex, I started to get tired and tried to sleep and I’m pretty sure he just tried to have sex with me anyway. We went through two weird drunk breakups where he said he didn’t think we would be together forever. I immediately thought to kill myself. He immediately apologized and we made up. The rest of the summer continued. We went camping which was fun, but only fucked once (couldn’t finish). I took mushrooms for the first time and it was nice. He got annoyed with my when I asked for too many things, like can I have the milk, and the eggs. That was probably a bit princessy of me. But hey. We went to his grandfather’s celebration. We went to nocturnal, and I said that I felt like he was going to break up with me after (it was the last thing we planned together). My mom asked if I would want to fly him home with me and I said no, part of me knew I think. We went to nocturnal, he was there for me when I got really anxious I told him how lucky I felt to be with him. 

The school year began, it was nice to have school again. I was excited. September happened and then around Abby’s birthday we were both drunk. He admitted he didn’t think we would have a family together, and broke up with me. It was a long weird conversation, I told him I didn’t want that. He didn’t either fully. He texted me the next day, we hung out. He came over drunk and slept on my couch with me. We reconciled three days later. The rest of the month I was on edge. I didn’t know if he really wanted to be with me and I couldn’t really trust him. He told me to trust him because “that’s obviously what i wanted” but he gave me no reason to trust him. I kept calling when I was drunk and alone talking about suicide. During our breakup I started cutting myself. He just told me “don’t do that,” he said we would talk about ways to help me but he never brought it up. We were barely having sex at this point and I told him when we reconciled that things would be different. We would each make a list about what we wanted, go on more dates etc. However, he never made the list, we went on one date  that I planned (like usual). I asked why we didn’t and he said “maybe we just don’t want to” all the signs were there but I loved this guy. This was my little Matt, the guy whose tiny butt I loved. The guy who made me laugh, the guy who was my best friend. On November 6th, I talked to him saying I wanted to have sex this week (something you shouldn’t really have to plan). He said that he hasn’t really wanted to have sex with me recently. This was something we had discussed previously, and I said is it just with me? Or everyone. And he said that he would maybe want to have sex with other people. It wasn’t that he didn’t find me attractive he just didn’t know. I asked if we should breakup? He said he didn’t know. He never knew. Never knew why he was feeling that way, never knew how to fix his feelings. I said, well, we don’t have to make a decision right now. And he agreed. Part of him was scared to say it. 

But then, I sat there. I looked at him, and I listened to my inner voice. I had a surge of power. There was something within me and it just screamed “you deserve better.” It felt wrong to feel, I thought, “but I love him.” But part of me knew that the love had changed. I had become dependent on him for my emotional wellbeing, I felt alone even in a relationship. I felt terrible about myself. He wasn’t helping me, he was hurting me. His indecision killed me. It gave me hope that things would turn the other way. But they weren’t because he stopped trying and kept me at bay in this limbo. So finally I said:

“I deserve better. I’m done trying, I want to breakup, if you truly want to be with me you’ll make that happen.”

To which he hesitated and said “well maybe, but you’re right. I think you said what I was to afraid to say”

We probably said some other things, we said I love you,  I went back to my studio. Then my heart started pounding and something inside me said GO BACK. So I waited 15, and speed walked back to him. I sat down and said “hi” it was still so weird, so I wasn’t super upset because I couldn’t really believe everything. I’m sure I was holding back some tears though. I said:

“I  feel weird about what just happened, I don’t think I should go back on what I decided but I don’t think either of us wanted to break up” and he agreed. So we started calling it a break, I said I wanted to actually not see him because our last breakup was ineffective considering we still saw and talked to each other.

The next day we met to give each other’s stuff back, I looked damn good. I saw him and we talked, we both said we had written our feelings. He said his could turn into a research paper. He said “it’s ok”, and I said “no it’s not” to which he asked me why. I forget what I said, we mostly talked about logistics. he told me to not be afraid to contact him as I am still his friend, but I said that I can’t do that right now. What was I supposed to say? “Hi I’m really sad about you”? NO. He agreed that could be weird, I told him to text me. He said he didn’t have much to say (haha, we dated for 1 1/2 years you’ve got SOMETHING TO SAY). He tried to buy me candy to bribe me, but i had no appetite. We began parting ways, he said he loved me. That was one month ago to this day. 

For some reason writing all of my feelings really helps me process them. Now, there are countless little details that could be added to this, but in my mind a lot of the bad really sticks out to me. God I miss him, but I don’t miss what we had last month. I miss the love we had right when we first met. We were devoted to each other problems and all. I don’t know if I wore him down with my anxiety or he just stopped being into me. But I do know that he isn’t emotionally mature enough to be in a relationship. He really played with my heart due to his inability to process his feelings. He was probably feeling weird about the relationship for a long time, but never really thought it through enough to come to a conclusion. 

Regardless, let me tell you how I’m feeling now. Firstly, breakups suck. They hurt like a motherfucker. To be honest my life has been pretty chill up until this point so this is by far the worst thing to happen to me in my life. I have never felt so sad. But, that sadness is lifting and GIRL it’s lifting faster than I thought. Whenever you ask someone about a breakup you just wanna know “HOW LONG AM I GONNA FEEL LIKE THIS” I have a feeling I’m still gonna be dealing with this for at least half a year, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be miserable, or not date anyone else. I’m just gonna have to do A LOT of processing.

When this first happened all I wanted to do was text this motherfucker. He told my friend that he was doing good after out breakup because there was less drama. Drunk me found this out, called this boy, cursed him out. Then I got suicidal and he told me he needed to go to bed and that I wasn’t actually going to kill myself. Talked to the suicide hotline and called the next day to apologize for cursing. I let him know that my talk with my mom about getting help went well, he said he was glad. Later in the month he invited me to his house for thanksgiving which I declined (my og plan was to go to his place, and he thought I would be alone). But since then we haven’t talked. It’s hard because I talked to him everyday for like 2 years. It’s hard to not see him, because I miss our friendship. I felt like he was the closest friend I had ever made, and the reason I burdened him with my anxiety was because I didn’t want to open up to anyone else about my issues. 

But now, I feel free! When this breakup started I felt trapped and lonely because I hadn’t processed the weight and damage of this relationship. Now, I don’t have to worry about this boy stressing me, worrying about if I’m making him happy—I can just make myself happy. I no longer have to try in a one sided thing, I can get a tight ass, good skin, and meet new people. I’m doing so much better because I’ve let the bad emotions in, and have been letting go of the guilt that I felt for the failure of my relationship. I hate knowing that we failed, he was such an integral part of me—but that was the problem. I stopped doing everything I liked when I dated him, stopped listening to the music I liked, cared less about makeup, went shopping less. Things that I thought were good because I felt maybe I was maturing. But the things I like aren’t bad, and it makes no sense that I stopped doing them. Recently, I’ve been connecting more with estranged friends, working out and seeing the world as brand freaking new. I’ve been dancing, and just finding happiness in things that I thought were bad. I thought my friends here were bad, but to be honest I placed so much importance and value on my ex that I thought no one was as interesting as him. But bitch...that isn’t true at all! Sure there are a few friends here that I am excited to leave behind, but the majority of my friends here are kind people who truly care about me. That’s something I didn’t realize and I am happy to discover. I’m also discovering myself. I lost myself somewhere along this relationship and I lost hold of what I want from my life. I’ve been working on my goals and improving myself. 

I’m just one month out, although I haven’t really cried too much about my ex recently, I still feel down. And I’m sure that my healing will go up and down and up and down. It’s hard to feel good when you know bad is coming, but I’m trying to embrace all of the positivity and dedicate my energy to me, great friends and an interesting life. Love is great, and I really miss it. But I know that my ex was not right for me, and I deserve so much more. I hope reading this has helped you reflect on your own experience. I also wanted to share a resource that really has helped me: breakuprecoveryguide.com. They helped me so much and have a great guide for what to do following a breakup. The most important being “no contact” which you can learn about on their site. 

I mostly write this blog for myself so if you’ve made it this far, wow! Thank you, I hope I helped you in some way. 

#breakup #breakup recovery #healing #relationships #ex #boyfriend

[nztdream]

On Sunday 13 August 2017 I had a dream.

So exactly what was the dream about?

I’ve got no clue to be honest. At one point it became my point of view and I’m me? But at the start I was actually some other person, and then at another scene I was a man? If I remember my dreams, it always turns out weird.

The whole dream was actually a zombie, undead, virus apocalypse kinda dream. It is probably the first time I’ve dreamt about a zombie apocalypse even though back in my teen days, I’ve watched countless zombie and survival themed shows and games thanks to pewdiepie.

Anyway, I didn’t really remember the start of my dream but I guess I was someone in a group, trying to escape from a building. I remember vaguely being separated from a bigger group because there was some sort of flood or rain or something and my smaller group were thinking about whether or not to just cross the huge flood but were scared that maybe the zombies or whatever creatures might just emerge and we’d die. We also had thoughts on whether or not we should turn back and go through whatever we’ve avoided back there (which I don’t remember but I assumed it’s bad). Apparently, somebody was carrying a huge light just like those studio lights we have in pose@moberly. It looks exactly like one and ‘feels’ like one because I remember the hook thing at the top but it ‘felt’ lighter than ours because I could carry it for a long time. And yeah it seemed like I knew what I was doing and I asked whichever dude to bring out the light (from his bag, looks like the one from moberly too) and I pointed the light to the water and switched it on and off consecutively. Just like a blinking light at the zebra crossing lmao. I don’t even know how it got powered in the first place. I mean the place is flooded and it’s a zombie apocalypse so how in the world did we even find the power socket?

I don’t even know why I did it but in my dream I have a fuzzy memory of someone saying something like “to draw out the creature” or “attract it” but then nothing came? And the water just drained away after who knows how long? And at one point I was thinking to myself “it was all for nothing” hahhahha well, the water reached knee height but we still decided to wait on until it was like puddle height and the journey to escape the building continued. I also remember somebody said something like “see there’s nothing after all” LOL.

What happened after was very indistinct but at one point everyone was rushing down a set of old wooden staircase like as if they were used for construction and every step was very rickety so we (at this point I still don’t know the people I’m with or even the number of people I’m with) went down the steps slowly. There were people who didn’t care much and just rushed down the stairs so you could actually feel the whole structure shaking and going up and down and I could feel my stomach churning. The reason as to why everyone was rushing, I assume, is because there was an army troop who came to save(?) the people in the building.

“To the west wing” or was it “west side” or was it “west area” I can’t really remember but it was somewhere between those lines. And I also recall looking out the window to see tanks and army lorries. However, by the time we reached the 2nd storey, we heard loud screams and gunshots (this probably did not take place in Singapore and I am probably not me) and people getting attacked by zombies and turning into zombies that instance. Scary. We ran back up as fast as we can and heck the whole structure of the staircase truly felt like it was barely hanging on and I could actually see and feel the debris falling so by the time we reached the 3rd floor, me and two other people didn’t give a damn and just jumped and grabbed onto some wooden plank that was covering the access to the third floor and the whole flight of stairs collapsed behind us. We were saying something like we were so close to the next floor which is probably the floor we were supposed to go to I guess.

From here on it became fuzzy again, I do remember the coast of the 3rd floor being fairly clear and we just had to carefully make our way to the floor above us. At some point we met a lady soldier, almost like the one in World War Z and I was led to someplace where other people were held up at. It looked like a dormitory because I remember the beds and I assume this was all still happening in the same building. I never described the building before but it did have a hospital feel to it but I’m not too sure if it was really one. Remember the two other people I was with? Yeah I don’t even know what happened to them or how we got separated. I was told to, or more like forced to, stay in one room with two other people who seemed more relaxed or like they’ve given up? Immediately after I was placed in the room, I decided to eavesdrop on the conversation among the army women (for some reason all the soldiers were female). And yeap as cliche and typical as it is, the troop is actually planning on abandoning the building including everyone there and leaving first thing tomorrow morning. But the character in my dream was pretty disbelieved even after the other two people in the room said they already knew it and couldn’t care less where the army troop will go. And I was all like wtf they can’t do that to you, what about all the people here blah blah blah like as if we can’t live without their help. But I was still persistent and I knocked on the door so the World War Z lady opened it and I asked her if it was all true and yea it was and we were whispering and all and she was like “I’ll do what I can to ???” it’s really vague but I assume she was gunna leave us more food rations to keep ourselves alive?

I was like damn depressed and at a lost and stuff? And the three of us—me, some other girl and a dude—started conversing and it seemed like the both of them had been held up in the dorms for a long time and actually knew the place better than I did, including those around the building and how to get to some place I mentioned. Apparently, the character I am in my dream had somewhere to go, but for what reason I’m not too sure. And like I didn’t know how to get there and that the only way I know was blocked and the dude was like “but she knows” referring to the other girl and I was like ????? and they were like surprised and questioned “how long have you been in here” and I was more ????? and was like “how much has it changed outside” and the girl went ahead to explain some route to me and I was “ohhhhhh!” like as if I knew but I guess I really knew. It seemed as if I was in the building long enough for buildings to be constructed and roads to be built. How is that even possible? Did I wake up from a coma in the middle of the apocalypse? It might actually be a possibility hmm 🤔Everything was really vague but they did mention that the route was overrun by zombies and that the only way to get through was to cover myself with zombie guts. Just like in walking dead! And next thing I knew, I was walking among the dead.

I think at this point I may have woken up? I did wake up like twice and went back to the same/similar dream. Oh boy, lately it has been raining in the morning so the weather has been pretty cold. I'm loving the weather but it can get kinda creepy and chilly especially when I'm getting these kinda dreams and then writing about them.

So the next part of my dream that I can recall wasn’t exactly from my point of view? It seems as if I was watching television but I was actually at the scene itself, so I guess you can say my soul was at the scene? The scene took place in a mall that seemed a bit run-down and was already overrun by zombies. But for some reason, a clinic was still in operation and there were a lot of people held-up in there. The clinic was definitely not on the ground level, I’d say the 2nd or 3rd? There were glass doors protecting the people from the outside but the level seemed clear of zombies. There was still electricity running and the patients still needed to take a queue number in order to meet the doctor LOL. However, the main character, a man in a black suit, was unable to get a queue number. Assuming that since he didn’t have money or didn’t have a reason to be there, the lady at the desk couldn’t give him one. At that moment my soul was questioning things like “is he gunna tell the doctor how to camouflage from zombies”. So i just assumed he wanted to meet the doctor to talk to him.

Days or even weeks passed and the next scene was of the doctor, the nurses and the front desk lady looking through the security cameras and discussing that the guy in the black suit has been there for days. Things got very vague from here on but I do remember the doctor checking all the patients till he’s the very last one and that they had to escape from the place for some reason but they wouldn’t know how. And I’m wondering how the patients who got checked up, left in the first place lmao. I remember the mall becoming dark so I assume the electricity wasn’t running anymore which was why the staff had to escape the building? This was when I was in the man’s point of view and I was saying something like “bring out the lab coats” to use as zombie gut covered coat for us. So that we can camouflage from the zombies and walk pass them. The staff sure had doubts but the doctor ordered them to bring out the lab coats anyway and I volunteered to take down a zombie body. I remember passing the lab coats around and putting it on but I don’t remember what happened after that LOL. How anti-climatic. Oh I do in-distinctively remember climbing out a window? What did I do that for?

Perhaps this was when I woke up yet again? And when I went back to sleep I was truly me but unfortunately, still in a zombie apocalypse. The scene took place at home where our family has decided to stay at. My brothers and I are the ones who collect loots and do the grocery shopping LOL. It seemed like I used the knowledge I gained about camouflaging through zombies from my past dreams? and made use of the technique in this dream. And guess what mall we go to, it is none other than the mall with the clinic lmao. There’s really nothing that looks like that mall anywhere near my house and the route that I used to get there was the one that I learnt from my first dream? So somehow everything linked? Apparently my go to camouflage coat is the Team SP jacket, the black one with neon green zipper and yellow wordings. It had a hood so I could smear zombie gut on it without getting any on my hair I guess. We needed clothes as well? And my brother was saying something like if we don’t get the right one we can always make a trip back to the mall and I was all glum and salty and saying “that is if we ever got back home alive”. Wow Zaf. My mom and I were discussing something about her wanting some Uniqlo pants? When in real life she doesn’t even use any Uniqlo stuff, so how in the world would she know about Uniqlo pants. But right before we left... I might have woken up hahhaha.

[geekade]

Macabre Movie Mausoleum: Friday the 13th Part 2

Do you know what today is? On top of being Halloween month, today is Friday the 13th! The very reason why I reviewed the movie I did last week, and why this week we're doing Friday the 13th Part 2. Oh, and did you see Rising from the Crypt? Not only am I reviewing Friday the 13th movies every Friday this month, but a certain Dr. AzarRising is also reviewing Tales From the Crypt every Sunday. Horror's coming at you from all sides this month my gravediggers and undertakers! But enough self-promotion. Let's get to the movie. 

Friday the 13th Part 2(1981)

Director: Steve Miner

Starring: Betsy Palmer, Amy Steel, and John Furey

Sadly, Kevin Bacon died in the first movie, so he won’t be returning this time around.

Now that we've dealt with that disappointment, the movie opens with the sole survivor of the original movie, Alice, living alone in an apartment trying to retain some sort of semblance to a normal life as she argues with her mother on the phone. After the conversation, she goes to the kitchen feeling uneasy about something. Upon noticing the open window she believes she may be in danger, when suddenly a crew member throws a cat through the window! You read that correctly, a literal cat was literally tossed through an open window for a jump scare. The 80's were truly a magical time.

Recovering from that hilarious, I mean TERRIFYING ordeal, Alice opens the fridge to find Pamela Voorhees’ head in it. She’s promptly killed by an unseen attacker with an ice pick to the head. Again, I have to commend the movie for starting with a death scene so early. Roll opening title, and the movie proper begins.

Five years later, counselors are being trained at a camp near Crystal Lake, but are warned not to enter the grounds. There’s a hefty amount of characters in this movie, so I expect lots of good death scenes, especially for the guy in a wheelchair.

The first night, the new camp leader, Paul, entertains the group around a campfire, telling the story of Jason and recapping the first movie in a bit of exposition that doesn’t feel remarkably out of place. He talks like Jason is real, and still stalking the woods, when another counselor jumps out to scare the group. This was used by Paul as a way to put to rest any myths or legends about Jason. Later the same night, Crazy Ralph from the first movie shows up to warn the kids that they are all doomed as he had correctly foreseen the last time. But before he can give his warning, he’s promptly choked to death with barbed wire. So much for raising the alarms.

Two new counselors venture to the forbidden grounds of Crystal Lake the following day, and after finding a dead dog, are caught by an officer who forces them to return to the camp. Investigating the camp, the officer sees a figure walking in the woods. Investigating the person, the officer finds a rundown shack. Investigating the shack, the officer is killed with a hammer. I find it funny that in two movies so far, for a franchise where the signature weapon is a machete, the only death by machete so far was Pamela Voorhees’ decapitation. Not sure if this is a case of revisionist history, but it’s odd that the weapon most closely tied to the character/franchise hasn’t been used much yet.

Later that night, Paul gives the counselors one last night on the town before their training begins in earnest the next day. However, the two counselors that went to Crystal Lake, Jeff and Sandra, are forbidden from going. Mark, the aforementioned ‘guy in a wheelchair’, decides to stay behind because he knows no one wants to hang out with a guy in a wheelchair at a club/bar. He basically throws himself a pity party, but this convinces an attractive female to hangout with him. Only a handful of counselors we’ve already seen decide to go out for the night. Ginny, apparently a budding psychologist, muses that if Jason were present when his mother was killed, he’d have no way to distinguish between life and death, or good and bad. But Paul dismisses Jason as nothing more than an urban legend.

While trying to get it on with Terry, Scott gets caught upside down in a rope trap. Terry goes to find something to cut him down with. As Scott hangs there, the unseen figure approaches and slowly slices his throat open. Terry returns to find Scott dead, and is then killed off screen.

Damn these off-screen deaths. The movie is only 87 minutes, they could pad their runtime with more deaths, but I guess there’s enough deaths later on, at least I hope.

Oh yea, now the fun starts. Mark, the wheelchair guy, continues being a downer, but Vickie, the girl that likes him isn’t having any of his negative shit, and is ready to give up. That’s right, ‘Wheels’ is about to get some, and you know that means he’s going to die instead. Sure enough, after being left on the porch to wait for Vickie, he takes a machete to the face (guess he found the machete!) that sends him rolling/tumbling down the stairs of the porch. It wasn’t the best death scene for the potential it had, but the buildup of this guy from a downer to potential love interest for, possibly, the most attractive woman in the movie, was alright. And that is commendable, you know until he eats steel with his face.

The next few deaths happen fairly quickly, Jeff and Sandra, the couple that trespassed earlier in the movie, are killed while having sex. The killer shoves a spear through Jeff’s back (he’s on top like a gentleman) and it goes through him into Sandra and gets stuck in the floor beneath the bed. Beautiful.

Vickie, wondering what’s taking Mark so long (ignoring the fact he had to find a way inside from the porch) goes to investigate and finds Jeff and Sandra in an uncomfortable position. She’s then confronted by Jason, finally confirmed to be the killer, but at this point he hasn’t gained his trademark hockey mask. Instead he’s sporting a stylish burlap sack over his head, and stabs her with a knife.

After missing all the fun, Ginny and Paul return to the camp and find all the destruction. Jason attacks Paul, and Ginny runs away, and hides under a bed in a different cabin. While there, she sees a rat and pisses herself, giving away her position to Jason. He attacks her, but she wards him off by cutting his arm with a chainsaw and knocking him unconscious with a chair shot to the head (there’s a reason the WWE has outlawed that dangerous move). Unable to start her car, which for a bit of continuity was shown earlier to have problems, she runs into the woods and stumbles on the shack from earlier. In a back room she finds a shrine to Jason’s mother, with Pamela Voorhees’ head at the center, her sweater and the dead bodies of Alice, Terry, and the cop.

Ginny puts on Pamela’s sweater and when confronted by Jason tries to play mind tricks on him, and they seem to be working until he sees the actual head of his mother. He attacks her, cutting her leg, and before he can kill her Paul reappears and jumps Jason. Ginny grabs a machete and buries it deep in Jason’s shoulder, seemingly ending the threat.

Back at the cabin, Paul and Ginny find Terry’s lost dog, and are immediately attacked by Jason. Ginny is pulled through a window by an unmasked and disfigured Jason, but wakes up later in an ambulance. She’s calling for Paul, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

The movie ends on a shot of Pamela Voorhees’ head in the cabin. Years of horror movie watching has trained me to expect her eyes to snap open, but they did not.

On to the rating…

As difficult as it is to be original in the horror world, it’s even harder when the movie is a sequel. Friday Part 2 was a rehashing of the first, with the only noticeable difference being that Jason is the actual killer this time around. And truth be told, I’m ok with that. Knowing there are 12 movies in the franchise, and where some of them go (New York City?) retreading the first, isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

There were some inventive kills (although still too many off screen) and better acting all around, except for Wheels, fuck that guy.

My biggest gripe with the movie was the ending, I can’t help but feel like there some missing footage from the time Ginny gets pulled through the window, and wakes up in the ambulance. I don’t remember the 3rd well enough to know if they resolve this issue, but as it stands, that’s a big blemish on the movie.

Otherwise, it really was a solid sequel, and deserves more credit as being a good 2nd entry in a franchise. (i.e. the sophomore slump most second movies suffer from. I’m looking at you A Nightmare on Elm St 2)

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[abdlbdsmstories]

Lost bet, lost dignity.

This story will involve nappy play, bondage, public humiliation,  sex, gangbangs, bondage and abuse. Not for the faint hearted!! Its a cross of nappy’s and bondage. The story revolves around Sam (the humiliated), Tom (Sam’s bf), Ryan (the gang leader) and a variety of his friends. The first part is told from Sam’s point of view and then its told from Ryan’s point of view. There’s a poker game, Tom cant afford to play so has to offer Ryan something in exchange for staying in… and the rest as they say is history!! It takes a while to get going but i hope its worth it!

PART 2

He came back to me and started explaining a few of the ground rules to me,

   "1. You will address me and my friends as Daddy. 2. You will wear whatever i see fit. If you don't like it its tough luck. 3. If you are in a nappy you will be expected to use it just as you did tonight. You are forbidden from touching it or changing yourself. I or your master will decide when you need changing. 4. You will be a sex slave. If you are asked to do something you will do it. 5. As payment for my hospitality you will be working in my pub until your punishment is over. Understand?"

   "Yes daddy." He went on to explain a few more rules but i wasn't listening. He could have been telling me he was going to sell me for all i knew! He took out another pampers nappy and took his time to powder me and tape on the new nappy. He picked me up, put a pink dummy in my mouth and handcuffed me again, then pushed me down on the chair. I sat there for a while whilst Ryan did made a few phone calls. The next thing i heard was a rattling at the door and it opened. In a walked a girl, I had totally forgotten who Ryan's girlfriend was. It was Lucy, my ex best girlfriend whom i had stole my boyfriend Tom from and who said she would one day get her revenge on me. She just stood there, laughing and dissing me. She stood in front of me and felt my nappy, to my horror i began wetting myself. It gushed out, i just couldn't hold it i was so scared of what she was going to do me.

   "Ha ha ha.... I always said i would get my revenge on you and thanks to Ryan i will! Look at you Lil' baby Sammy. Sitting there in your wet pampers. Aaaaahhhh!"

   "Shut up bitch!" I shouted as i spat my dummy out. Bad move, a bad bad move. Forgetting i had my handcuffs i was unable to defend myself. She grabbed me by the hair,  dragged me across to the pool table, bent me over and started whacking the back of my legs.  WHACK...WHACK...WHACK.. she ripped my nappy off and continued on my buttocks.  She was spanking me furiously, it  must have been way over a hundred before she stopped. I was screaming the place down. My dummy had fallen out and the pain was unbearable. Lucy regained her composure and wondered off. I lay there in agony but nothing was as painful as what came next. I felt a sharp stinging pain across the back of legs and over and over again Lucy was whipping me. The crack of the whip made me jump up and dance around I tried moving my hands to cover my bum but she continued to follow me round and whip me. I finally managed to fall back onto my bum at Lucy's feet.

   "I'm..I'm sorry Lucy" I cried out. "I didn't mean to say it. I'm sorry." Lucy looked at me and laughed. She grabbed a new nappy and spread my legs in preparation.

   "Ah did poor baby sammy shit herself?" mocked Lucy "Plenty more of that to come, by the end of the fortnight you'll be permanently needing nappys." She unfolded the pampers and placed it under my bum. Taping it up tightly, she made me stand up and give her a twirl so she could admire her handy work. She shoved the dummy in my mouth and dragged me by the hair upstairs. She dragged me across the landing and when i looked up we were in what was going to be my room for the foreseeable future. It was pink, with a big, babified crib in the corner covered in pink ruffles, toy chest in another corner and behind the door a wardrobe that was slightly ajar. I could see clothes hanging from it, in particular a maids uniform and a school girls outfit. I was shattered and as Lucy lowered the crib door i clambered in, i daren't struggle as Lucy strapped me hands to the headboard and feet to the bottom. As Lucy disappeared and turned out the light, i sobbed. Wondering how the hell i had got myself into this situation. My buttocks were stinging from the spanking, my stomach still gurgling from the enema and  i was starting to wet myself again.

DAY 2

I woke up to the sound of a camera clicking and some giggling. As i groggily cam round, there was Lucy and her friend Helen taking pictures of me. My legs and back felt wet and i looked down to see the nappy flooded and the bed drenched. My bladder had well and truly caved in and it was only the 2ND day.  They released me from the crib and made me crawl on all fours into the living room. Helen whipped off my nappy and placed it over my head. It stunk of wee. The camera was still clicking away as i felt a  nice pair of manly arms pick me up and cuddle me. I never wanted this moment to end for the first time in a day i felt loved, but it was false hope. As the nappy fell off my face it was Ryan picking me up, to place me in a child's high chair. It was a real tight squeeze but i fitted in and the little table clipped perfectly around me. My arms were pinned tightly by my side and all i could do was struggle.

   Lucy brought out a bowl of mush. Apparently it was weetabix but it looked like baby mush. Lucy plonked the bowl on the table,

   "There you go piss-girl. Its breakfast time. Help yourself. Oh and by the way, whatever you don't eat goes in your next nappy!"

I just looked at her with the puppy dog eyes but to no avail, Helen had made her way behind me, tied a bib around my neck that had on it 'daddy's little girl' and forced my head into the bowl. I licked and slurped it like a dog. As i brought my head up i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face and hair were covered in mush. After licking most of what i could i sub-consciously declared to the trio,

   "I'm finished mummy's and daddy."

   "Ahh good baby. Does baby want a banana?" Lucy teased scraping the rest of the much out of the bowl and into my mouth. I nodded at the thought of food and Ryan returned with the banana. He was eyeing up  my banana eating technique for future activities i assumed. After I'd consumed my 3rd banana i told them I'd had enough. Lucy undid the high chair and i immediately stood up only to be spanked several times by Ryan and forced down onto all 4 fours. I crawled my way over to the changing mat Helen was arranging on the floor, alongside a packet of tena nappys and baby supplies. She wiped my buttocks and pussy, showered them in baby powder and then brought out a tena nappy. It looked huge and very thick. As she moved it between my legs it felt so comfortable yet so humiliating. She taped it and tore a big hole in the front and in the back. My face dropped as i turned to face her and saw another nappy coming out. The humiliation continued as after the 2ND nappy was taped on Lucy came in holding pink t-shirt with the words 'baby-Sam' emblazoned across the front and 'enter here' on the back with an arrow pointing to wards my bum. It didn't even begin to cover my nappys.  My white trousers from last night reappeared. It took both Helen and Lucy to pull them over my nappys. There was still a massive gap between the bottom of my shirt and the top of the trousers that showed about 2 inches of nappy. I performed a twirl for the trio in front of the mirror and as i looked back my bum stuck out a mile with a clear nappy line visible. Ryan shoving a dummy in my mouth completed the transformation.

   The car journey to town was uneventful. Lucy and Helen discussed where to go shopping, whilst Ryan was on his hands free kit discussing plans for tonight. I merely stared out of the window watching the world go by, contemplating the humiliation and shame of walking around in a nappy. On arrival, I stepped out of the car and tried to pull my trousers above my nappy only to have my hands slapped by Lucy. She informed me that if she caught me touching them again I'd lose them. We walked out of the car park into the shopping centre and i felt everybody was looking at me. Lucy and Helen spent ages trying on different outfits while Ryan wondered off to sort some business, i was made to sit on the floor outside the room much to the amusement of various attendants. There was a moment of embarrassment in one clothes shop. As we entered a member of staff approached  us and told Lucy and Helen it was no children allowed, obviously pointing to me. They didn't want to leave me outside on my own so the attendant agreed i could stay but only in the playpen. I climbed into it, it was pretty cramped but had room to play with a couple of toys. I picked up a doll and played with its hair. It was years since I'd had a dolly and i kind of missed it. As i looked up i saw a camera pointing in my face and from behind it appeared Bridget. She was the assistant of the shop, and a girl who i had had plenty of run-ins with during my school years. She was laughing and mocking me, saying i always smelt of 'shit' at school and knew i needed nappys. After what felt like an eternity Lucy and Helen returned and helped me out. We left the store and continued on down to McDonald's. Ryan had already ordered the food and was sat down waiting for us.

   "Your meals over there, baby" Said Ryan pointing to the kids section. I could see a big mac meal sitting there so i waddled over. I sat down and just began eating trying not to look back at the passers-by who could blatantly see my nappys. I polished off a big mac and chips but disaster struck as i reached for my drink. I picked it up, but the lid wasn't on properly and it slipped, spilling all over my lap. The others were oblivious to my peril but there was no hiding it. I sat there for as long as possible waiting for the inevitable. And then it came, i felt a hand rest on my chair, Lucy.

   "Bloody hell!! You big baby, we can't take you anywhere can we? What are you...eh? There going to have to come off. Stand up"

   "Ah please Lucy i didn't mean to it just slipped. Please let me keep them on, I'll be fine I'll..."

But it was too late. Lucy had pulled my trousers down and was making me climb out of them. I was going to have to walk round town in nothing but a nappy and t-shirt. We left McDonald's and it was horrible. The effects of the coke were already kicking in and my bladder felt full. I decided against holding it and released it. It seemed to go on for 3 or 4 minutes as we wondered down the streets. There was an immediate sag in my nappys and my waddle became more evident. Lucy and Helen just shook there heads in shame at my predicament and discussed whether or not i should be changed. The combination of last nights spanking, enema and wettings was starting to give me rash and it hurt. We carried on walking to the far end of town and into a sex shop. It was scary. I'd never seen dildos as big as these, `strange bondage devices and lots of pervy men who seemed intent on staring at my nappied bum. We went over to the vibrator section and Helen and Lucy began picking out the biggest ones they could find. They were huge, 8/9" long. Lucy told me to lie on the floor and take my nappys off. I did so promptly and then just closed my eyes. I could hear a funny whirring noise then felt something penetrate my pussy. I muffled out a scream from behind my dummy, it was pushed further and further in. It was pure agony, I'd only ever had a smallish penis put in me before nothing ever this big and barring last nights butt plug nothing in my anus. I looked at Helen and Lucy and they smiled back. They put the item in there basket and carried on shopping leaving me lying there. Lucy came back a few minutes later and hoisted my legs in the air. Helen held them there while Lucy produced a paddle from behind her back. She whacked the hell out of me. 20 whacks later and i was squealing in agony. She got me right on my nappy rash, it was pure agony.

   "What were you told by Ryan piss-girl? You are not allowed to take your nappies off. But you did seem to take that vibrator very well. Maybe we need to get the next size up? Oh and baby has got a nice nappy rash. Should make things nice and uncomfortable for you tonight!" Helen finished up buying endless supplies of goods whilst Lucy refastened my soggy nappys and helped me up. Ryan had brought the car round to us and we clambered in. Thank goodness that was over.

   Arriving back at the pub I clambered out of the car and felt a burning sensation in my stomach. The McDonald's was upsetting me and my stride was shortening, I knew what was coming. Without notice I let out the loudest fart ever. Lucy, Helen and Ryan looked at me shocked and stood there admiring my predicament. I looked at them with the puppy dog eyes pleading to let me use the toilet but they weren't budging. Lucy approached me,

   "Ah poor baby. Does baby have a tummy ache? Does baby need the toilet?"

   "yes please mummy, please let me use the toilet." I pleaded. Lucy just looked at me with a wicked smile on her face.

   "OK then baby. This time and this time only you can use the toilet like a big girl" replied Lucy. She massaged my tummy and that was it. I squatted down in front of her and farted again. This time it was followed by a big mush of poo. Very sloppy and it stunk. Lucy made her way behind me and spanked my bum. I could feel it all over my bum, irritating my nappy rash even more.

   "Look at you you big fcuking baby. I said you could use the toilet but no, you decide to go and shit yourself. Think you my little lady are going to need some serious potty training. Disgusting. Come on lets get you inside."