i could tell them what to do with their money

I am a volunteer patient escort at planned parenthood

This is something I just shared on FB about my experiences as a patient escort. Just thought I’d put it on here too.

Alright y'all. Prepare for a long post, but one you should read.

Some of you know, but some of you don’t, that I volunteer at Planned Parenthood about twice a month. My official title is Volunteer Clinic Escort. My role is to safely get patients and family into the clinic safely, with privacy, and with a friendly face. Not all Planned Parenthoods (PP) have these, but the clinic where I volunteer does because we have loud, abrasive, volatile, threatening, verbally abusive and dishonest anti-choice protesters who harass people in the clinic. I would like to tell you about my experiences with them and with patients who talk to me as I stand outside with my umbrella and vest.

(I would like to note that this is not the place to tell me that abortion is wrong, that I should not support PP, that I need to stop what I’m doing. I’ve heard every argument before. In fact, I’ve had every arguement screamed in my face. You’re welcome to your opinion, but I will not be acknowledging it on here, and I ask that others ignore dissenters too. This post isn’t about me and why you think I’m wrong. It’s about what I see every time I volunteer.)

When I am volunteering, I am outside and often have patients and family members talk with me. I’m obviously not there to counsel or to offer advice medically one way or another, but I am a friendly ear and people just need to talk sometimes. Also, when volunteering, patients entering the clinic are verbally harassed by the anti choice protesters almost immediately and, while we don’t encourage it, they often yell back. The protesters don’t listen.


On my very first day, I had a person head into the clinic. As I smiled to her and went to get the door, an anti-choice protester (ACP) yelled “Mama! Don’t kill your baby!” The patient immediately responded tearfully “my baby is dead. My baby is falling out of me right now. I didn’t do anything.” The ACP, without missing a beat, screamed back through her child-sized megaphone “No he isn’t! Your doctor lied to you! These murderers just want your money!” I ushered in the patient as gently as I could while my co-volunteer told her kindly that those people didn’t matter and that in a week they wouldn’t even remember what they heard here.

In the year and a half I’ve been doing this, we have had a ACP sneak into the clinic and threaten to burn the place down. The police did nothing. We had two other ACPs try and enter the clinic to tell patients they would adopt their babies. We told them to get off the property and when they didn’t, we called the police. Eventually the ACP returned to the narrow strip of lawn they stand on at the edge of the parking lot, and luckily so, because the police never showed again.

My clinic, luckily, has never faced extreme violence while I was there. But other PP and health care clinics are not so lucky. They are burned down, have bombs planted, have clinic escorts and workers physically harmed.

They are shot at and three people die.

I have had patients tell me that they will be killed by their partner if they have an abortion. I have been told that their partner will kill them if they DON’T have one. I’ve been told how people with physical disabilities cannot carry a child without side effects so severe they may not survive. I’ve had patients explain that their mental health is at risk if they go through with the pregnancy. I’ve had patients come in with a wanted pregnancy that ended in miscarriage and they needed PPs help to safely remove the tissue. I’ve seen people come in who admit to being addicted to drugs and know they cannot go through this pregnancy.

Planned Parenthood helped all these people, not just with medical care, but with helping abused patients find help to escape violent partners. Helping those who want to conceive find fertility doctors. Helping drug addicts find resources to become healthy.

All the while, the ACP stand outside, screaming and hollering, telling women that they are murderers and whores and that they will burn for murdering their babies. But it’s ok, they do it out of love. They scream at these people and tell them awful things and then beg to have the patient come talk with them.

They don’t see the hypocrisy.

It is a rule to not engage with the ACP at all. In the year and a half I’ve been doing this, I’ve said maybe a total of 50 words to the group, all of which are some form of “you are on our property, step back right now.” I may not engage them, but we can make eye contact and make them believe we are listening. We do this so the ACP begins shouting at me, and not a patient getting air outside. I would much rather be shouted at than have them scream at a patient.

When I am being yelled at, I have been called: a murderer, a nazi, a slavery supporter, a bad mother, a bad wife (they do not know if I am married or if I have children), a witch, a lesbian, a liberal, a member of satan’s army, a Muslim lover, a bitch, a slut, and evil. Some of these things are true and some are perfectly fine things to be, but to the ACP they are all bad.

Sometimes we have patient partners come talk to the protesters. They try and explain to the ACP why they are there with their partner. I’ve heard them tell the ACP every single reason, and every single time, the protesters still tell them they are wrong and a bad father and a supporter of Satan. Every. Time. And they call this love.

Since Trump took office, one of his first orders signed was a Global Gag Rule. People thought that this rule meant that no US money would go to pay for abortions overseas, but in fact, US funds have never paid for abortions and haven’t since 1973. Even in the US, because of the Hyde Amendment, no federal funding goes to pay for abortions.

What this gag rule now does, however, is prevent money from going to clinics that even mention abortion as a method of family planning. They don’t have to perform them. If they are mentioned at all in pamphlets or classes, they lose foreign aid money. This means that now they can’t provide birth control, wellness checks, prenatal care, or classes.

This will cause unwanted pregnancies. This will cause people to seek out abortions, often in unsafe condition.

This will cause people to die.

Roughly 1/3 people with a uterus will have an abortion in their life. I haven’t spoken to everyone who has had one, but I’ve spoken to more than most. No one gets an abortion out of malice. No one gets an abortion just to end the life of a fetus, just for kicks. No. One.

Planned Parenthood provides important health services, including abortion. They do this despite the risk of physical bodily harm, every day. People like myself stand outside PP to protect patients because it is important.

We. Will. Not. Stand. Down.

I will continue to volunteer, even though since Trump was elected, the ACP have gotten more and more aggressive in their tactics, since they believe Trump supports their actions. I will continue to walk these patients inside, to get help, because it is important and right. I will continue to fight Trump the slew of anti choice people supporting him. I will continue to support choice even though I know I will lose friends and will face hatred from people I know.

Planned Parenthood is important, and we will not stand down.

My Chemical Romance Asks
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b></b> I brought you my bullets, You brought me your love<p/><b>Romance:</b> Who was your first love?<p/><b>Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us:</b> Is there a side of yourself that no one knows about?<p/><b>Vampires will never hurt you:</b> Vampires or angry men?<p/><b>Drowning Lessons:</b> Plan on getting married?<p/><b>Our Lady of Sorrows:</b> Are you religious?<p/><b>Headfirst for Halos:</b> Are you hopeful? If so, what for?<p/><b>Skylines and Turnstiles:</b> An important event that changed your life or perspective?<p/><b>Early Sunsets Over Monroeville:</b> What's your favorite horror movie?<p/><b>This Is the Best Day Ever:</b> Ever been to the hospital?<p/><b>Cubicles:</b> Where would you be without My Chem?<p/><b>Demolition Lovers:</b> Would you die for your current lover?<p/><b></b> Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge<p/><b>Helena:</b> Have you lost a family member or friend?<p/><b>Give 'Em Hell, Kid:</b> Have you ever considered committing murder?<p/><b>To The End:</b> Corpse Bride. Yay or nay?<p/><b>You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison:</b> Ever committed a crime?<p/><b>I'm Not Okay (I Promise):</b> Ever felt out of place?<p/><b>The Ghost of You:</b> Ever cried while watching a movie?<p/><b>The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You:</b> Ever been cheated on or have cheated?<p/><b>Interlude:</b> Favorite My Chem song?<p/><b>Thank You for the Venom:</b> Ever wrote something stupid on a t-shirt?<p/><b>Hang 'Em High:</b> Ever shot a gun?<p/><b>It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Deathwish:</b> Who's your best friend?<p/><b>Cemetery Drive:</b> What's the hardest drive you've experienced?<p/><b></b> The Black Parade<p/><b>The End:</b> Ever thought it'd be the end for you?<p/><b>Dead!:</b> Ever wanted to die?<p/><b>This Is How I Disappear:</b> Ever done something to someone that you can't forgive yourself for?<p/><b>The Sharpest Lives:</b> Are you anxious?<p/><b>Welcome to the Black Parade:</b> What's your favorite memory?<p/><b>I Don't Love You:</b> Have you ever stopped loving them?<p/><b>House of Wolves:</b> What is your favorite era?<p/><b>Cancer:</b> Old or new?<p/><b>Mama:</b> Ever disappointed your parents?<p/><b>Sleep:</b> Any bad dreams?<p/><b>Teenagers:</b> Are you scared of people your own age?<p/><b>Disenchanted:</b> What changed your life for the better?<p/><b>Famous Last Words:</b> What changed your mind about things?<p/><b>Blood:</b> Any hidden secrets no one knows?<p/><b>Danger Days:</b> The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys<p/><b>Look Alive, Sunshine:</b> What time do you wake up?<p/><b>Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na):</b> What gives you strength?<p/><b>Bulletproof Heart:</b> Do you miss anyone right now?<p/><b>SING:</b> Who is your idol?<p/><b>Planetary (GO!):</b> Biggest accomplishment?<p/><b>The Only Hope for Me Is:</b> Do you consider yourself hopeless?<p/><b>Jet Star and The Kobra Kid/Traffic Report:</b> What's your favorite go-to outfit?<p/><b>Party Poison:</b> Do you speak different languages?<p/><b>Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back:</b> What is your biggest wish?<p/><b>S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W:</b> Biggest regrets?<p/><b>Summertime:</b> Who's got you excited for the summer?<p/><b>DESTROYA:</b> If you could save anyone in the world from danger/poverty/war/etc. Who would it be?<p/><b>The Kids From Yesterday:</b> What do you wish you could tell your past self?<p/><b>Goodnite, Dr. Death:</b> Opinions on standing for the National Anthem?<p/><b>Vampire Money:</b> What is your catchphrase irl?<p/></p><p/><
‘partners in crime’ sentence starters

Send one to see how my muse reacts. 

Trigger Warnings: violence, death, criminal activity

  • “I can’t believe we stole a car.”
  • “My ID guy can get us in.”
  • “Remember – trust no one.”
  • “You owe everything you’ve got to me. Never forget that.”
  • “You and me, we’re partners, right?”
  • “Did you get the money?”
  • “Cops are coming to pick me up for questioning. My bet is, you’re next.”
  • “We better lay low for awhile.”
  • “Just act natural.”
  • “The cops will probably talk to us. Play it cool, and we’ll be fine.”
  • “I think we’ll be okay. They can’t prove anything.”
  • “No matter what they threaten to do to me, don’t tell them anything.”
  • “Let me take the fall. You’ve worked too hard to go to jail now.”
  • “I’d NEVER rat you out! The cops were just trying to get under your skin.”
  • “What do you think? You trust them?”
  • “I remember when you still had rules. When you still had limits.”
  • “This isn’t just about money.”
  • “I won’t survive jail!”
  • “One day we’ll be rich, and we won’t have to do this anymore.”
  • “It will be so nice to be in a country where we can’t get thrown in jail at any moment.”
  • “I think every person in America would like to see us dead.”
  • “No. No! We are NOT going to jail now! We’ve worked too hard!”
  • “Shut up and keep digging.”
  • “We need money, stat. You got a gun?”
  • “God, could you get them to stop screaming?”
  • “Shoot me. It’ll make them trust you.”
  • “Okay, last resort – we kill him and dump the body, then get the fuck out of Dodge.”
  • “We can’t hide forever. Our faces are on every news network in America.”
  • “We split the profits, 50/50. What do you say?”
  • “Where have you been?! I was worried the cops got to you!”
  • “You clean up the blood, I’ll start burning the body.”
  • “There’s no escaping this, you know. We’re in too deep.”
  • “Tell them the whole thing was my idea.”
  • “Make no mistake – we’re partners, but I’m in charge. Not you.”
  • “What we need are entirely new identities.”
  • “I don’t become involved with my partners. It over-complicates things.”
  • “Don’t you think we’re a bit old for this Bonnie and Clyde business?”
  • “I don’t trust any of them. Just you.”
  • “God, what’s happened to us?”
  • “Retirement? Yeah, we’re probably not gonna live long enough for that to be an issue.”
  • “Keep your head down. Last thing we need is to get recognized.”
  • “I’ll cover for you.”
  • “Run. I’ll catch up.”
  • “Jesus Christ, we’re like a bad murder ballad.”
  • “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you. You and I are partners – until the end.”
The Signs as Middle-Aged White Moms

Aries: Jennifer // Super aggressive soccer-mom who always wears neon-colored tracksuites // Tries super hard to be the mom everybody likes // “That bitch Carol thinks her snicker-doodles are the best? Well she’s got another thing coming

Taurus: Barbara // All her instagram posts involve her watching Real Housewives with a glass of wine // Does not know how to properly use emojis and abbrevations when they text // “I’m not saying I’m always right, but you sure as hell aren’t either, Courtney" 

 Gemini: Bridgette // Won prom-queen when she was in highschool and won’t let anyone forget it // Really surprised and dismayed her sugar daddy 90-y/o husband hasn’t died yet // "I could buy all the counterfeit bags on the streets of New York and they still wouldn’t be as fake as you are, Jennifer”

Cancer: Beatrice // Cries after every time she watches Dirty Dancing // Attempts offering her new neighbors shitty homemade cookies // “Oh son, don’t hang out with Barbara’s kids you’ll end up a druggy”

Leo: Patricia // Sour as hell since 6th grade when she got 2nd place to Bridgette in a beauty pageant // Will walk into a Spanish restaurant and say “Bonjour, Bitches” // “Listen up honey, you better step up your dick game or I’m cheating on you with Veronica’s husband, Chad”

Virgo: Alice // Hosts ‘Vegan Wednesdays’ in her house // Has a ‘world’s best mom’ bumper sticker on her mini-van // “Oh hey Kids!  You know I’m the HIP mom who whips fleeks with the nae naes :)”

Libra:  Stephanie // Calls for her child from her room to fetch her something that’s literally right next to her // Hot Single mom who has like 12 sugar daddies on speed dial // “It’s Stephanie, pronounced as in Gwen Stefani”

Scorpio: Veronica // Forces their child to start playing the piano or violin by 3 // Has an emotional breakdown, absolutely confused as to why their child doesn’t tell them anything (when every time they do, she lectures them) // “I just don’t understand where i went wrong, how could his GPA sink from a 4.6 to a 4.57?”

Sagittarius: Caitlyn // Constantly reminds people that it’s “Caitlyn with a C” // Constantly wears Prada and Dolce & Gabbana to remind everyone she has more money than them // “I don’t give a fuck about what Alice thinks, she probably hasn’t had sex in such a long time cobwebs have formed in her vagina”

Capricorn: Courtney // The one who, instead of naming her child “Michaela”, names her “Michkaeighlaugh” instead // Adamantly believes that weed is still a drug // “I don’t care what Caitlyn is saying!  More than a ½ teaspoon of salt and this chicken will just be too spicy”

Aquarius:  Vicky // For some odd reason stopped aging after 25 // Super into witchcraft and tarot reading and astrology, uses it as a way to justify everything // “Wow my child’s being such an ass because apparently I’m ‘relating everything to astrology’.  Typical Capricorn Moon in 27 degrees to be a skeptic” 

Pisces: Tiffany // Impulse buyer and big spender, will “accidentally” spend 500$ in a single sitting // has a “Treat Yo-Self” day for doing the absolute bare minimum // “I only have money for either buying food for my kids or this really cute jacket … it’s ok they can starve for the week”

Pulse Part 2

Part 1

Genre: Fluff, tiny tiny angst
Words: 1,442
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of stalking, self-defense fighting
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.


“Come on, Doll. You got it.”

You huffed, trying your best to lift the bar that was weighing you down. There were small weights on each side that were about five pounds each, and even that much was an improvement to just lifting the forty pound bar the week before.

Your arms were shaking with the effort, and when Bucky saw that you weren’t going to be able to push the bar the rest of the way up after the prior reps you had already done, he took over, taking it out of your hands and easily setting it back above you like it weighed as much as a feather.

“We can try again on Wednesday. You’re getting better.”

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The police told me there was nothing down there. I know they’re lying.

(This story is very very long, be warned.)

I never wanted to be a mother. A child happened to me, I didn’t ask for it.

After you’ve had a child, you never get peace and quiet. I don’t mean that in a resentful way, just a fact. There’s the crying phase, the screaming phase, the yelling phase, the “NO!” phase, et cetera. And you never get time. You don’t have time for hobbies and distractions. Raising a child is two full-time jobs.

It’s not that I didn’t try to do everything I could for him. It’s not that I didn’t try and be a good parent. I did, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I think he could tell that I didn’t want him. Kids know.

I had a part time job. I didn’t get paid very well, but it was enough. It was just office work, nothing exciting. My sister would look after him when I wasn’t around. I didn’t really have the money for daycare.

I knew that things weren’t working out like they should have. And I did what any self-respecting human being would do - I bought a book. I’d always heard that you should read to your child every night, and that doing so would make them smart and well-adjusted. Well, I had nothing to lose.

I’m not really an Amazon person, so I paid a visit to my local bookstore - a dark, slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive of bookworms. Standing in the narrow, dimly-lit aisles, surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle, I wondered, briefly - what do people normally buy for their kids?

The Very Hungry Caterpillar?

He was a bit old for that. Besides, I think that’s one of those books that parents buy because they think it’s kitschy, not because their kids will actually enjoy it.

Amongst the slightly destroyed second-hand Roald Dahl books and Dr. Seuss anthologies, I found a book that stuck out. It was old, and bound in what looked like real leather, but it was in surprisingly good shape. It wasn’t too long, but it proclaimed its suitability for for children aged 4-6 (he was five). It was called ‘The Trap Door’. No author, no other details. I picked it up and skimmed through the first few pages, and it seemed an ideal fit. It was written in an irregular rhyming meter, and it was festooned with colourful, scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my son. The picture was already forming in my head - we’d read it, we’d bond, and we’d smooth over the cracks.

I know it was just a book, but for the first time in my life, I realized I was excited to spend time with my son.

That night, after I’d tucked him into bed, I sat down on his shark duvet (he liked sharks), and I sprang the book upon him.

Once, long ago and far away

There lived a boy of five or so

With a rounded face and hair like hay

And a mind that yearned to learn and grow

The boy lived in a mud-flecked land

Of rolling hills and sheep and styles,

And brooks and trees and miles and miles

Of hinterlands and ranch hands

Long ago there was a war,

Of petty kings and border-lords

The earth did drink the blood of those

Who died for honor or a rose

The boy was happy as could be,

In the cottage on the hill

His mother his only company,

Who loved that boy with all her will

It’s challenging material for a five-year old. But it was educational, it was stimulating. I had only a faint idea of what the war of the roses was actually about, but I did a good job of pretending that I did.

We said our i-love-yous and I closed the door. Things were going to be okay.


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For any woman who decided to stop shaving, or wishes to stop, and is afraid of public embarrassment, shaming, being called out, judged, and degraded for it, here’s a list of good comebacks for anyone who makes inappropriate comment!

  • do you tell that to men
  • you should start telling that to men
  • you want to tell me men and women aren’t equal? we have to shave and they don’t? (watch them try to wiggle out of that one lol)
  • i’ll start doing it when all men start doing it, every single one
  • you know what is disgusting, when men do this same thing, leave their hair as it is, I hate it, and yet you don’t see me harassing them
  • why can men walk around like this then?
  • wake up women shaving is capitalistic propaganda
  • women only started shaving in 1915, when razor companies figured they could get more money if they shame women for their leg and armpit hair
  • do you think I’m going to give my money to razor companies? to rich old men?? for what purpose? so they wouldn’t shame me? get out of my face
  • entire population of women was literally bullied into shaving and now you’re trying to bully me into it? good job
  • what would i gain from shaving my legs tho
  • not shaving legs already helped me locate the mysgonist congrats its u
  • did you ever feel the wind blowing through your leg hair ur missing out
  • it’s a new trend its called being good enough as you are
  • it’s a new trend its called who the fuck would i have to shave my legs for
  • it’s a new trend its called protecting your skin from infections
  • you just laugh, but i’m the one saving money
  • I decided to educate men they might not be aware that every single woman grows hair all over her body you’re welcome you’re smarter now
  • it’s special unicorn hair only certain women should grow it u should try it
  • do you really think if you shame me enough you can control me
  • shaving trend ended last week didn’t you hear? this must be embarrassing for you 
  • don’t be jealous, i know my leg hair is pretty but i’m sure yours could be too if you tried harder
  • add more!
The boys want to buy u food (Rajigaze 3/31)

Uruha (reading mail): “I really don’t like being treated. It may because my father once said to me, ‘who do you think is paying your bills!?’ but I just feel this pressure like if someone is paying for me, I have to do what they tell me. Of course I know it’s not really like that, I’m sure not everyone who gives you money is expecting you to do as they say. But I still feel pressure, and I avoid being treated. If I go out to eat with that weight on me, I can’t even enjoy the food, and it’s really just a waste in so many ways. But I heard that not accepting someone’s offer to treat you could be taken as you trying to distance yourself from them, so I thought maybe it was bad that I was doing that, so, this was many years ago but, I decided to try to let my boyfriend at the time treat me. But sure enough he ended up thinking he could tell me what to do. Maybe he had always been that kind of person and I just didn’t notice, but since becoming a full-time worker, I thought it would be bad as a subordinate not to let my superior treat me, so I let them, but it was obvious that –” huh?

(people are starting to get giggly at this point cause it’s getting so long)

Uruha: “It was obvious that he had other motives. But I w–

(now Uruha is giggling too)

Uruha: “I wonder if as a subordinate and a woman it’s better to just genuinely say ‘thank you!’, and I’m sure the person treating me would feel good about it too–

Ruki: *snoring*

Kai: (giggling) don’t fall asleep!

(everyone starts giggling again)

Uruha: “But it just puts too much pressure on me and I really don’t like it, so I don’t want to accept it. Food that I buy with my own money is less stressful, and it tastes better…Is this my Dark Side?”

(everyone especially Kai lOsEs iT)

Kai: AMAZING SHE LET IT GO ON FOR SO LONG

Reita: I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND NINETY-NINE PERCENT OF THAT

Uruha: Man that was hard even tho I was the one reading it I didn’t get it…

Reita: Okay so it’s like because of some trauma she has from her dad she thinks being treated equals you have to do what they say so she doesn’t wanna be treated–

Ruki: *snoring*

(Everyone dies laughing)

Aoi: Yep.

Reita: Okay but where she lost me is like, when she says she can’t enjoy the food, but do you already know if you’re getting treated or not before the end of the meal? …..What y'all think

(Kai and Uruha laugh)

Uruha: What, like, “you pay today”?

Reita: Well like, don’t you usually find out after eating who’s gonna pay?

Aoi: Well, yeah, you’re right

Reita: So wouldn’t she not know she was gonna get treated?

Kai: Yeah, but I think she already has that feeling

Reita: She’s in treat mode!!!!

Kai: Treat mode!!!

Uruha: Hmm…..

Aoi: Well, it’s kinda rude [of Reita] to say it like that.

Reita: Yeah I kinda…thought that too

(Kai dying in background)

Reita: I thought, that’s rude!

(Everyone laughing)

Aoi: I mean, she must have been treated a few times before, right?

Reita: Yes…

Aoi: Let’s just leave it at that.

Reita: I’m sorry!

Aoi: The radio is something we make together, you know. 

Reita: I’m sorry!

(there’s a pause and then Ruki says something but I can’t catch but everyone starts laughing, it’s something like u done fucked up on the last show)

Uruha: So, does this person have a Dark Side?

Aoi: I think she was just surrounded by bad people. The people around her were just that kinda person [who thinks they can tell u what to do bc they pay for u]…like, I don’t feel that, I feel like that’s arrogant

Reita: Right!? Like, I don’t even need u to thank me!!!

Ruki: Ah-! I just remembered something kinda similar…u know like…when you go out to eat with a kohai…you pay right?

Hoes: yeh

Ruki: But they try to pay too, you know? So I was like, show me ur wallet fam…and I looked and there was nothing in it… (why is this man so savage)

Kai: Oh, he just wanted to make the gesture kinda thing?

Uruha: That’s cute though!! …But is it really important that kohais offer to pay anyway..? Should they…? I mean, if a senpai is there…

Aoi: Well, I don’t need them to, but…

Ruki: Idk, in some cases is might come off as rude? [if they don’t offer]

Uruha: Ahh ur right…

Reita: But also I hate going back and forth a bunch of times.

Ruki: Ahh yeh

Reita: Like if I offer to pay just lemme pay

Uruha: Just be like “thx” right?

Aoi: I think it depends on the first time you go out. If the senpai was like, “let’s split the bill,” I’ll keep paying [next time]

Reita: Oooooh

Uruha: Aaaaah

Reita: I see

Uruha: Yeh for sure

Reita: Man it’s hard eh

Uruha: But isn’t it cuter if the kohai’s just like, “thank u!!!!” [just accepts]

Reita: Aww ya, when they depend on u like, “pls cud I have some more food???”

Aoi: Yes well we want them to eat lots until they’re full~!

Reita: Yes~!

(I translated what Rei said as depend on but another meaning of the word he used is when u act like a spoiled baby lmao so I guess he thinks that’s cute)

(LADIES if papa aoi n rei take u out to eat ask them to order lots of food for u and then let them pay)

(its a bit long but) I almost got fired over Funko pops

I work where to stop to buy games. About a year ago, I noticed we were supposed to be getting in some Black Widow (Marvel) pop figures at some point. They were pre-orderable, in fact one was already pre-ordered​ by someone, but I decided to wait and see what they look like before putting any money down on it. Despite having a release date for it in the system, Funko pops never seem to actually arrive by that date.

Eventually I come into one of my evening shifts I find 3 of the Black Widow pops on the back counter, along with some other new ones. And it doesn’t take long for a pop…“collector” to show up. I greet her, ask if I can help find anything and she says “yeah how many songbirds and vault boys do you have? I want all of them.” I asked if she was getting multiples for friends, but ’m they’re all gonna be mine" which sounds real shady (scalpers do this kind of stuff all the time) but okay. I check the system and start hunting for all of the requested characters, which ended up being like 4 and 3 respectively. My store at the time had pops scattered around (even some in the back room) and there was a heck-ton of ‘em. It was just me at the store front at the time, so it was already a bit stressful. I manage to find 3 of each (gave up on the last songbird after a good 10 minutes) and bring them all to the front counter, at which point she sees the Black widows and asks to buy them as well.

My co-workers have a bad habit of leaving product that isn’t past it’s release date out on the back counter after processing them, and again, pop release dates are messy as hell, so I go to the back to ask my assistant manager (who was on break) if I could sell them, to which he says yes. So I go back to the front and ask her how many she wants, which is also 'all of them’. I start up the transaction and try to make small talk while scanning, like “Oh yea I’m glad the Black Widow figures have finally been released, they’re so cute.” But that’s when I remember that one was pre-ordered. I double check and up, I apologize and tell her that I need to keep one because someone already put money down on it and we just got them today. She gets passive aggressive at this, saying “you know you can buy those at other stores, I know the manager of the stop for games across the street I bet he has some too”. Cool, so not only are you gonna accuse me of withholding product, you’re gonna tell me to do something you could go easily do yourself as well?? I tell her that I wished it was mine but it’s for someone else. She keeps mumbling about it but finally pays for what she got and left.

Fast-forward to the end of my shift, and my manager calls me to the back room. He asks me if someone was trying to buy the widow pops, and I explain the entire thing and emphasize that the assistant m said I could sell them (i was afraid I broke the release date). He tells me the customer left a nasty comment on my survey, saying that I was withholding product from her and that she will never shop at this location again. The district manager was the first to see it, called my manager and demanded that he fire me on the spot. Fortunately my manager knew that I would never do that and told the DM that he’d have to hear my side of the story first. The AsM backed me up as well, saying he noticed her attitude and regretted not helping me with her. I kept my job, but I still went home in tears because that was the first (and so far only) time that had ever happened to me.

I’ve seen her come back to my store at least twice since then.

Dirty looks.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Genevieve
Word count : 2,193
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose. Only one more part!

Part 16 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

You were sitting on a plane, River was excitedly looking out the window. “Are we in Texas yet?”

“No, River. Probably not for a few more hours. We’ve only been in the air about an hour, and it’s a 4 ½ hour flight.”

“Aww.” He pouted. “Do we have to stop somewhere?”

“Nop. You got spoiled with a non-stop flight.”

“Uncle Jensen is my favorite uncle.” River grinned.

“You’ve never had any other uncle.” You pointed out. “Maybe one day you’ll meet your fathers siblings. You actually have an uncle and an aunt.”

“Yeah!? Will they be at this Barbecue too?” You shrugged and he looked back out the window.

You let out a sigh, wondering how you’d ended up on a flight to fucking Texas. But you knew how. Jensen had fucked you over. And by fucked you over, he’d played it smart. Made it so you couldn’t say no. “Asshole” You mumbled, looking down at your phone.

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Like a stallion mounts his mare

@bloodstained-porcelain-doll requested: Sup. So can I request a Sandor Clegane smut? ;D Where the reader is practicing sword fighting and it turns him on and ends with rough smut outdoors? Maybe from behind, ya know… “Like a stallion mounts his mare” NAH “Like a Hound fucks his bitch”. Thank you Ily
Pairing: Sandor “The Hound” Clegane x Reader
Warnings: Porn with minimal plot; dirty talk; oral sex; shameful smut.

Oh God, it’s my first time trying this. Please, tell me I didn’t suck, guys.


“Stop staring.” You tried to ignore Sandor’s eyes burning your skin as you defended yourself from the man in front of you.

What was his name again? You couldn’t remember. He was hired by your man  – not your husband, your man – to help you practising your sword fight abilities.

“Make me.” He drank his beer.

You and the Hound… You were something Westeros couldn’t quite understand, and you honestly didn’t give a fuck about it.  

“You’re distracting me.” You stated, defending yourself from the man in front of you.

“You’re making me horny.” He stated back.

The other man tried not to look embarrassed by the conversation, and you rolled you eyes. He was supposed to be used to that already. After all, you’ve been training with him for more then a whole month.

“You’re always horny.” You accused.

“You’re always around to make me horny.”

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Across The Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Ten

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up 

 Loki groaned as he started to wake, cursing himself for sleeping awkwardly. He then went to move his left shoulder only for it to feel as though it was trapped under something. Looking over, he frowned for a moment before he realised there was another being in the bed with him, in the darkness, it took a moment to remember what happened the night before, falling asleep slowly next to Ariella as she pleaded with him to stay.

“Loki?”

“I am here,” he pulled her closer to him. “I am here, Ari.”

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The Ultimate Percy Jackson Characterization Masterpost

Because I have been talking about this for months and a lot of other people have too, but it’s disjointed. I want to compile it, since his mischaracterization breaks my heart and makes me want to scream with rage. Please add if you think of something I didn’t! I’m also starting the tag “#percy jackson defense squad”, so feel free to start dumping your salt and rage and theories and ideas in there because I wanna hear them!

Trigger warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts, sexual abuse, child abuse, and domestic violence.

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home isn’t a place - jughead jones

Jughead x reader based on In A Week by Hozier, requested by an anon a few days ago. 

A/N: I love this, it’s pretty emotional. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, more fluff, some cursing. 


And they’d find us in a week

When the buzzards get loud

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had his say

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

      You had sprinted to the Twilight earlier that day from your own home after receiving a text from Jughead telling you he hadn’t succeded in ousting the anonymous buyer from his place as owner of the drive in. It came at a perfect time, your parents were fighting (again) and you had to mediate between them as you have to do every day they fight. They’re both so stubborn they can’t seem to see eye to eye on anything, they’re dragging each other down, along with you with them. Every time they fought, you had a panic attack.      Along with the stresses of normal teenage life, your life has been full of extra shit. It’s not that your parents are bad people. Your father was also a Southside Serpent but your mother and you had no idea until a stash of drugs was found in your attic. Your mom tried to stick by him, but since that moment, things started falling apart.

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Safe Place ~ Park Jimin (Angst)

Group: BTS
Member: Park Jimin
Type: Angst
Warnings! sentimental, soft chimchim, heart break, kinda trigger warning?!?
Word Count: 1386


‘I hope you never have someone enter your life who is both the best and worst     at once: so good you can never forget them, so bad you wish you could’


Dear diary,
a lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is and I know that they expect answers like heights, closed spaces or spiders because that’s what your anxiety wants you to tell them,
because the truth is,
how do you tell them that you’re scared of love?
Most people fall out of love for the same reason they fell in it.
That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become a refusal to their compromise and their one track mind is not immaturity
and their bad habits that you once adored are now money down the drain.
Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible.
And their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and terrifies me more than the thought that I can become ugly to someone
who once saw the entire galaxy in my eyes.


Think black clouds and thunder rolled in from the east and rain began to fall. Rain and tears mingled your face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of your eyes gave any clue to your sadness. You shivered as the wind wrapped around your body, locks blowing in the spring breeze.
           “It was probably my fault for getting attached to you,” you said, “both of us knew you would leave eventually.”
He looked at you with concern, as if he never meant to hurt you the way he did. The sadness flowed through your veins and deadened your mind.
Your bottom lip quivered as you cried, feeling your heart break the more you look at the pleading look on his face.
           “I mean, really. We were bound to end and you were bound to be the one to end it. I guess I just kind of hoped that maybe you had loved me enough to fight against it, y’know?” you chuckled and your voice cracked, “Every day I wake up and wonder why. Why it went wrong, why it happened, why I had to be the one to get so attached. It doesn’t seem fair because I’m still hurting while you’re off in some new romance happy as can be. You don’t have to wake up or go to sleep thinking of how much you miss it, but I do. And it always hurts a little bit more each time, even if I say it doesn’t.”
Your gaze met his, tears streaming down your reddened cheeks like an unsteady river and his face now a full shade paler. His wet bangs covered his eyes and you could have sworn you saw a lonely tear running down his cheek. He bit down on his lower lip to conceal the emotion he claimed he doesn’t have as he tried to sort out his words.
Something softened in you by his desperate need to find the right words to explain his situation but the truth was, that no words in the world could’ve explained what he’s done to ruin the unconditional love you once felt for him.
           “I can’t give you what you want!” he said passionately, frustrated by the lack of words to express what he’s attempting to say. “You deserve so much more what I can give to you!”
You tilted your head upwards to stop the tears flowing down your pale face laughed quietly, sadly.

“Don’t you understand? I don’t want anything more than you- I’ve never wanted anything else. I wish you’d listen to me.”

He looked up then, the muscles in his jaw working to conceal his emotions and he reached out to wipe a stray fear of your cold cheek, making you wonder how it managed to escape when you swore you wouldn’t cry.

“All I want is you.”

Your voice has dropped to a whisper and you caught your lower lip between your teeth to contain your feelings from bursting out all at once. Thunder cried out from the blackened sky, the clouds invisible above. You shuddered, teeth grinding in anxiety. You wanted to believe every word he said, wanted to understand his decision for leaving you but you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried to push the feeling back, it always creeped back into your mind, making you drown in your misery. That it was all your fault. That the life you gave him wasn’t good enough, that your love for him would go to waste eventually.  It was your fault for worrying too much about the things you could do wrong that you forgot the things you did to make him fall for you. And it hurts to see him smile, knowing that you’re no longer the reason behind it. You wondered where it all went wrong, why you had to notice that it’s no longer you he’s looking at with so much adoration and tenderness like his entire world revolves around you.
Deep down you wished you could play pretend and trick your minds into thinking that his unconditional love for you hasn’t died.
You felt a sudden outburst of anger, wanted to punch and push him to make him feel the pain you’re feeling every morning. Like your life is nothing more but a time loop of pain and grief.
But then you remembered that no matter how much you hated him for leaving you, a part of you will always love him and that you would’ve never wanted him to live the nightmare you’re living.

           His cold hand gently caressing your cheek ripped you out of your thoughts and you gently take his hand into yours, appreciating the intimacy as long as it lasted before placing it down by his side, smiling at him.
Breathing became a lot harder and your vision became slightly foggy as tears started to well up in your eyes. You ended up smiling through the pain that’s killing you inside because you know that as long as that smile is still on his lips, he’ll be happy and that’s all you ever wanted him to be, even if it meant to say goodbye.

You held his hand a little longer, smiling down at it by the memory of how it felt to hold it tight during your worst nightmares before looking up at him through tears and rain.
“We can talk this out, Y/N. It doesn’t have to end like this.” he whispered and looked at you through pleading eyes, squeezing your hand, a smile tugging on the edge of his lips.

Brick by brick your walls came tumbling down and you tried so hard not to give into him again, after knowing that you’ll only end up broken. You shook your head before slowly pulling your hand from his grip and wiping the remaining wetness of your smooth skin, sorting out your words.

           “I’m done,” you said as you stared blankly at the dark sky, “I am tired of trying to get your attention. I can’t continue forcing this relationship anymore. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? Forced. Forced on my part because you don’t love me anymore and you feel too bad to tell me so instead you write it all over your face until I finally, finally get the message. But the sad thing is I tried so hard to get you to love me because you are everything I ever wanted. But I am done. You win, I officially have nothing else to offer you.”

You watched his face drop by your words but what you didn’t see was his heart shattering into million tiny pieces. He opened his mouth to say his last words to you but you didn’t give him the chance, didn’t want to fall for his tricks any longer. You were sick and tired of fighting a fight you’ve been fighting too long.

           You placed a gentle kiss on his soaked hazelnut hair and caressed his cheek gently as you said, “I hope you never have someone enter your life who is both the best and worst at once: so good you can never forget them, so bad you wish you could.”


Let me know if you want me to continue this or rather want it to be a one shot! 
Love, Youngmi! xx

The empty grave (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by edngyma

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Masterlist

A/N:
I’ll finish this series and then I’ll post another part for Torn apart.

Summary: During the saddest part of your life,  you made the biggest decision ever.


˝Wade stop! ˝ Your screams could be heard in an empty building. Your body was placed on the old metal table full of rust.

˝Come on, Y/N/N, I just started. ˝ Wade was glancing at Victor, who put a wooden plate in between your teeth and held your hands on each side of your head. You screamed when Wade pulled your leg, the bone was sticking out and he had to put it back so that you could heal faster. You couldn’t take it anymore, spitting out the plate you lifted your head feeling dizzy.

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Stuck Together [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Prompt: “we get stuck in the elevator together and now i have a huge crush on you”

Word count: 1,163

Warnings: light swearing, mention of claustrophobia (not triggering at all, i tried to make this as fluffy and sweet as possible).

A/N: I had this prompt on my list for over a week, and first it was going to be a Daveed fic but I’m Lin trash so - no surprise here. I wanna thank the @hamwriters crew, @manuelmiranduh and @hamilbye for their recent works and our talks because they really got me inspired to write during this week that has been one of the most stressful weeks of the last few months. Anyway, I hope y’all like it! <3 

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The sound it made wasn’t pretty. As the light in the ceiling flickered, you lost your balance for a second when the elevator stopped going up. You muttered “fuck” before taking a deep breath.

It was an old building, the elevator had broken down before, but this was the first time you were in it. With a stranger. Honestly, you didn’t know many of your neighbors: New York has something that makes people more independent, but also lonely at the same time. The man placed his headphones around his neck and looked at the elevator panel while you pressed the emergency button.

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His Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 2

Hailey’s Pov

i stormed into my room so mad.

i can’t believe Luke hemmings is my new next door neighbour.

i jumped on my bed and screamed into my pillow but i stopped when i heard a car door slam and then i heard my mum’s voice.

great she is already talking to them.

Liz hemmings seems lovely but her son makes me life hell and i hate him much, what is he going to do at home?

10 minutes later i heard the front door open and then my mum shouted up

“Hailey come down here” she yelled

i groaned as i got of the bed and stomped down the stairs

“I need to run to the shop for food, have you met our new neighbours? that boy of hers looks a good fit for you hailey” my mum said

my eyes widened at her words, did she hit her head or did Luke throw something at her head?

she has to be out of her mind if she thinks Luke is a good suit for me, she does know who i am right?

i am not her.

then she continued after me just staring at her for a couple of minutes

“We finally have some nice new neighbours honey so i kindly asked them over for dinner which is in 2 hours, could you do me a favour and run to the shop for me while i go get some food”

She picks now to do something kind.. Really? Could she not invite any other neighbours for dinner, this is going to be great.

I have to eat at the same table with Luke Hemmings and his mother.

This is just great.

I rolled my eyes and said “ Fine, give me the money and tell me what i’m getting”

She smiled and she got out her purse and told me what to get, i took a note in my phone so i wouldn’t forget.

I ran upstairs so i could put a hoodie on because it takes over 10 minutes to get to the shop and i don’t want to get cold.

When i walked outside, i saw Luke was working on his bike.

He stopped and turned around and looked at me, making us make eye contact for a second and then i turned away and started walking, the only problem was i had to walk past him, i just hope he doesn’t say anything.

I was wrong.

“guess were neighbours now, i’m going to have fun having you next door” he said as he smugly crossed his arms over this chest smirking at me

i crossed my arms over my chest and i looked at him unimpressed and said

“and i thought you had better things to do for a bad boy, i guess not”

i walked away from him but i did enjoy watching the smirk remove from his face.

i really hope he doesn’t try to make my life hell like he does at school, i think i will have to move by myself if he did.

When i got home from the shop i only had so little time to get ready, it took forever in the shop.

So i ran upstairs in search for something decent to wear.

I got a shower but i didn’t need to wash my hair because i done that this morning so i just washed my body and then i wrapped a towel around my body when i was finished.

I stood with the towel wrapped around me body doing my makeup in the bathroom, once i was done and made sure i looked okay i walked out and then i dropped the towel as i put on my shorts and tank top.

I walked over to the window because it was warm, as i opened it i looked up to see Luke smirking at me making me scream.

Great i bet that is his bedroom, right across from mine.

I rolled my eyes and turned around so i could get ready, i searched and searched for something decent to wear and then i came across this red dress i haven’t wore in so long.

My mum bought a while ago for me, it’s not something i wear often but it should be okay for tonight.

Luke’s Pov

the last thing i need today is to have my mum nagging at me.

it was her idea to move, i don’t want to help she should know that by now.

i can’t believe who is living next door, i have enough of her at school.

the way she walks around school thinking she is such an angel with everyone wanting to be her friend,she makes me sick.

she’s the only one who isn’t scared of me, she should be but she isn’t.

i don’t know why, i try my best to make her wish she never spoke up to me but she continues to walk around as if i don’t bother her and it really bothers me.

i walked into my new looking around at the plain walls and then i looked out the window.

i could see right into Haileys room, this should get interesting..

even though she bothers me i wouldn’t mind seeing her little body.

the thought of having dinner over at her makes me want to be sick, i tried to get out of it but my mum was having none of it.

it better not take to long because i have a party to go to tonight and i need some alcohol after this move.

i set my guitar down on the ground and i went to open my window so i could have a smoke, i was just about to light up a cigarette when i saw Hailey walk into her room

my eyes widened and i had to get my phone out to take a picture..

a picture of Hailey Wilson naked.

that has defiantly made my day!

i looked through my contacts until i got her number, she doesn’t know i have her number.

i should have deleted it ages ago but there was a time i wanted to get closer to the little virgin and i got her number and then she opened her mouth and spoke back to me and i never wanted to get anywhere near her, there was plently of better looking girls out there to keep me happy.

now i’ve seen her body.

damn.

i opened her contact and decided to text her “Damn”

it sent and when i looked up Hailey was dressed but she was wearing the shortest shorts i have ever seen, i don’t think i’ve ever seen her legs before..

maybe being neighbours won’t be such a bad thing..

she saw me outside and came walking over to her window and she opened it and said

“Delete that photo now”

i couldn’t help but smirk as i blew out a cloud of smoke and then i said

“ I didn’t know you had such a hot body little virgin”

she gave me a digusting look which i didn’t like and then she said

“You disgust me”

i couldn’t help but laugh at her words as if i care what she thinks of me and then i said

“I’m never deleting this photo, in fact i’m going to make it my wallpaper”

she looked even more annoyed.. this is more fun than throwing paper at her during class

“Can you think with something other than your cock, grow up Luke for once”

i just stared at her and then i watched her close her window and curtains, i threw my cigarette away and turned back into my room

fuck her and this dinner.

Hailey’s Pov

I had a message from a number i didn’t know.

I opened it anyway.. It read.

“Damn”

I didn’t know what it meant, i really wanted to know what it meant and then my phone vibrated again from that unknown number.

Oh my shit!

It was a naked picture of me, Luke must have taken it when i dropped my towel.

I could not be more embarrassed.

Luke Hemmings has a naked picture of me, i wanted to die more than ever now.

I started to have a mini heart attack and then i looked out the window to see Luke still at his window this time he was smoking.

I walked over to the window and Luke smirked standing up straight and then i spoke

“Delete that photo now”

His smirk got bigger and then he said “ I didn’t know you had such a hot body little virgin”

He makes me sick

“You disgust me” i said angrily to him i was about to turn and walk away but Luke spoke again

“I’m never deleting this photo, in fact i’m going to make it my wallpaper”

Can he be more of a dick?

“Can you think with something other than your cock, grow up Luke for once” I said to him and then i closed my curtains knowing he can no longer see me.

I cannot believe he has a picture of me naked, this is just great.

My curtains are going to have to be closed forever.

i phoned Lauren and Sophie to tell them about my new neighbour, they were shocked more than i was.

They laughed when i told them Luke has a naked picture of me but they thought i was joking but i’m not.

I just got off the phone to them when my mum walked in

“The new neighbours will be here in 20 minutes, what are you wearing?” she asked

I rolled my eyes and pointed to the red dress that was hanging on the bathroom door to her, she smiled and approved of my choice and then left.

As if i was asking for her approval i would have been wearing it anyway.

The dress fitted perfectly, which i was happy about, i put on my small black flats because i will be sitting down eating so i don’t need heels or nothing.

Not that i want to dress up for Luke anyway.

Once i was happy with myself, i walked down stairs letting the smell of food hit my nose on the way down.

My mum has gone all out, jesus..

The bell rang meaning they were here.

Oh great i can already see how this is going to go.

“ Hailey will you get the door” my mum shouted oh great now I have to greet them great, let’s get this over with.

I opened the door speechless, Luke looked really hot,he was wearing a buttoned up black shirt his tattoo’s were hidden and his piercings were missing, he looked different a good different.

I don’t admit that Luke is hot often but right now i have too.

I greeted them both finally finding my word, Liz was very thankful and she walked on in to where my mum was leaving me and Luke alone again for the second time.

I didn’t know what to do, this was the first time i have ever felt uncomfortable in my own home.

“I would love to know what you’re wearing under that dress” Luke said smugly

I rolled my eyes at him already regretting thinking he was hot looking, once he opens his mouth he makes me think twice about him.

“Please don’t talk to me tonight, i want to get this over with and i’m sure you do to so please just leave me the fuck alone” i said to him

My mum and Liz appeared just as i finished speaking luckily because i was sure Luke was about to say something

“ What a handsome boy you have Liz” Was the first thing my mum said she looked Luke up and down god she was nearly undressing him.

“ Foods ready, let’s eat” Mum said and we followed her into the dinning room.

I had to sit next to Luke and my mum sat facing him and Liz sat facing me..

Well if this wasn’t awkward I don’t know what is.

Just as thought that maybe this wouldn’t be too bad halfway through the meal i felt Luke’s hand on my thigh which made me almost choke and spit out my food.

Luke laughed a bit making my mum give us a weird look, i took his hand and pushed it away from me, i couldn’t believe he just touched my thigh.

I felt really insecure about it.

Of course it didn’t work and Luke kept putting his hand on my thigh, i gave up pushing it away.

I was thankful that Luke just kept his hand where it was and he didn’t try to move it.

I almost forgot his hand was on my thigh and then i felt his squeeze my thigh just as i was finished my food and he was finished as well and then his had moved up my thigh more almost close to my middle part.

That’s when i lost it, i got up from the table quick making Luke drop his hand from me and my mum gave me a weird look and so i spoke before she could

“ i need the toilet” i walked off and ran upstairs to the bathroom, i closed the door behind me catching my breathe because i ran so fast up the stairs.

I cannot believe what just happened, Luke hemmings just tried to feel me up, this day is getting worse and worse by the second.

What i couldn’t get my head around was; Luke always picks on me and tries to make my life a living hell but the way he was looking at me tonight and his touch made me think maybe he likes me?

Ha what am i saying? Luke hemmings could never like me.

There was a knock on the door making me jump, i turned around and opened the door to find Luke standing there.

Luke came barging in as if he owns the place, can’t he leave me alone for once?

“Yes please come on in” i said annoyed as i closed the door and leaned my back against it.

Although when he started walking closer to me i decided i should have chose a different place to stand, i was nervous i didn’t know what he was going to do or say.

He’s Intimidating.

“With pleasure although it is your pleasure i really want” Luke said, he was so close to me.

I had to lean my head back just to look up at him, he had his smug of a face looking down at me.

He disgusts me.

I pushed him back from me not wanting him anywhere near me anymore and then i spoke

“I told you to leave me the fuck alone”

I moved until i was by the sink and i looked at myself in the mirror.

I felt him behind me, his front pressing into my back and then he moved a piece of my hair behind my ear and then he looked into the mirror at me and whispered

“I know you want me”

Is he out of his mind? What gave him that idea?

I didn’t spend the night with my hand on his thigh..

He smirked at me through the mirror as i just stared at him and then he leaned down and kissed underneath my ear.

I hand to grip the sides of the sink because i thought i was going to fall over, when Luke kissed me it made me feel something deep down inside. I know what it was but i don’t want to think about it.

“What makes you think i want anything to do with you?” i said to him making him stand up straight, i no longer felt his chest against my back.. I couldn’t help but get cold with the lost of contact.

“I’m Luke hemmings, every girl wants something with me” Luke said

But he didn’t say it with his usual smirk, i heard the sadness in his voice.

I turned around making our bodies touch but he moved back so we wouldn’t touch which is weird, 2 seconds ago he was all over me.

This boy is hard to read.

“Well i’m not like every other girl and i wouldn’t go anywhere near you” i said seriously to him hoping he would know i meant it.

His smirk was back making me nervous again and then he moved a bit closer to me and he put his hands beside me which meant i was now blocked and couldn’t move.

I didn’t know what he was going to do.

I got really scared.

His face was so close to mine, i couldn’t help but stare into his blue eyes, i never realised how blue they were until now. It’s like looking out onto the ocean.

They’re kinda beautiful.

“How about now nerd, tell me has a boy ever been this close to you before?” Luke said slowly and quietly.

The tension in the bathroom changed and it was really warm, i need to get out of here.

I bet my mum will be wondering what we are doing.

I didn’t want to speak so i just shook my head at him making me almost laugh at me which i didn’t like. I screwed my face up at him making me stop and turn serious

“Have you ever kissed a boy before?” Luke said looking into my eyes.

I don’t like how close we were, Luke looked away from my eyes and down to my lips. I really hope he isn’t going to kiss me.

I don’t know what i will do if he does.

I shook my head at his question making me smirk at me and then he looked down to my exposed chest and then spoke

“I bet i would have you screaming my head with just a touch,although i don’t fuck virgins i would love to see those pretty tits bounce up and down as i make you scream my name”

What a fucking disgusting pig.

I pushed him away making him almost stubble a little, i had to hold my myself back from laughing and then i said

“Don’t ever say that again to me, i wouldn’t want you to fuck me if you were the last boy on this earth, you make me sick god love your mum who has to deal with a horrible disgusting prick like you”

I may have taken it a bit far and by the look on Luke’s face i see that i may have pushed a button but right now i was so mad at him.

He looked angry and he was about to speak but then there was knock at the door..

“Everything okay in there?” i heard my mum’s voice say

“It’s fine ” i shouted not taking my eyes of Luke who was staring angrily at me.

“You know nothing” he said quietly maybe i wasn’t meant to hear it but i did and then he turned and walked out of the bathroom

I felt bad for what i said, i shouldn’t have mentioned his mum. He just made me so angry and confused with his actions and words, it all just came out without me thinking about it.

I walked out of the bathroom and downstairs, Luke was gone he must have went home.

Liz was just saying goodbye. i was happy this night was over.

I walked back up the stairs to my room and i found myself looking out the window i seen Luke’s light on i guessed it was Luke’s room because he was looking out the window early at me.

I couldn’t see into his room, it was too dark but then i saw him slam his front door, he didn’t get on his motorcycle he just turned and walked down the street.

I couldn’t help but wonder where he was going but then i hear he goes to a different party every night so i guess that’s where he is heading.

Luke’s Pov

i sat on the swing just letting my legs swing back and forth but i don’t make any movements

i took the last sip of the vodka bottle i had with me

How dare talk to me about my mum like that, she has no idea what happens at home.

i kept drinking trying to blur out the anger on her face as she spoke.

i don’t know what came over me but ever since she dropped her towel and i saw her body i haven’t stopped wanting her.

i told her i don’t fuck virgins and that’s true because virgins will get attached and i don’t need a girl getting attached to me but there is something different about Hailey.

i don’t know what it is, up until a few hours ago i wouldn’t have thought of her in any way but now i can’t seem to get her out of my head.

then suddenly i heard noises coming from behind i turned right now, not to quickly because i have just downed a bottle of vodka

it was Hailey

it’s 1 in the morning

what the fuck does she want?


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