police officers in schools

The time I ruined my high school teachers career and got her fired in the greatest way possible.

This story is widely known amongst my family and is constantly brought up and joked upon in my group of friends even years later. A buddy of mine suggested that this is the perfect place to make it public so let’s get into this shit storm.

Backstory: I was a senior in high school at the time and i had never been the brightest student. I was a solid C student and i had never received a detention or had any kind of bad student record. This is important because to this day, i still have no idea why the teacher treated me this way. The teacher, who we will name Mrs. Frank, had been a teacher there for more then a decade and was widely known for being a petty heartless bitch who the administrators saw as the golden child.

Mrs. Frank taught algebra, which is my worst subject, so naturally i had issues understanding the lessons and would ask questions frequently. To some these questions are easily answered but to me it was rocket science.

Usually when someone asks a dumb question, no one should address it however in Mrs. Franks case she would belittle me in front of everyone by saying things such as “And here comes the slow boy again” , “wow surprise surprise you don’t understand it again” “Really? We have to go extra slow for you today don’t we” etc…etc.

I tried going to the administration about it before but again she was considered the golden child. They would send someone in to examine her during class, she would act respectful and normal for one day, and go back to being a bitch the next.

This goes on for about half the year until i had enough. I went to the local radioshack, bought a recorder, and secretly recorded every insult she would throw at me. I would sometimes instigate to make up for the lost time.

Go ahead feed the fire.

Fast forward to the end of the year and im sitting in Mrs. Franks class when i ask a question. Her response, and i quote (because it’s burned into my brain) was-

“I’ve been teaching here for over 10 years and that was the single dumbest question I’ve ever heard come from anyone’s mouth.”

She continued the lesson without answering. I calmly stood up, packed up my stuff, and headed to the nurses office to dismiss myself from school. (We were allowed to dismiss ourself if we were 18.)

I went home, compiled all of the brutal tapes into one glorious masterpiece of insults, and headed back the next day to show the administrators. I sat down with the principal and we listened to a couple of the insults before he stopped me. He wanted more witnesses present as well as Mrs. Franks. He told me we would meet the next day where i could show him and the rest of the administrators the full tape.

I walk into school the next morning being the most nervous iv ever been for anything. I was called down to the office where i met with some board directors, the local school police officer, the principal, the vice principal and Mrs. Franks.

What follows was some of the greatest minutes of my life.

I watched as the administrators went from fed up with being in another useless meeting, to furious and speechless with some of them keeping their mouths open for the duration of the tape. I also watched Mrs. Frank go from confident and stuck up, to her realizing that she had f*cked up beyond repair.

She was publicly roasting herself in front of the most important people from the district.

The tape ended and without hesitation, the administrators looked around in astonishment and the principal turns to me and says “I think we have heard everything we need to, thank you.” And i was quietly dismissed from the room.

The final time i saw Mrs. Frank was leaving the room. I looked back and we made eye contact through her tear filled eyes as i gave the biggest most evil smile.

I returned to class the next week and Mrs. Frank was no where to be found. The story spread quickly throughout the school and i was seen as a saint. I had successfully gotten her fired and made it almost impossible for Mrs. Frank to return to her teaching career as well as cut off most of her connections she had with other teachers in the school. I had ruined her financially because no school district in the area would hire this walking piece of garbage.

If you’re reading this Mrs. Frank id like to take this moment to tell you to go f*ck yourself.


Dallas school police officer slammed a 6th-grader to the ground, fractured her clavicle

  • A police officer from Dallas Independent School District has been put on administrative leave after allegedly slamming a 12-year-old girl to the ground and fracturing her clavicle.
  • In the video, sixth-grader Mariana Benton is seen fighting with another female student on Piedmont Global Academy School’s campus. 
  • The two girls are surrounded by other students until an unnamed Dallas ISD officer break up the fight, pick up Benton and then slam her to the ground. Students can be heard shouting in horror.
  • Benton also said the officer pepper sprayed her.
  • The school district looked into Benton’s conduct after the incident and suspended her for three days, according to the Dallas Morning News. Benton was also hospitalized for a fractured clavicle. 
  • As for the officer, Piedmont Global Academy put him on administrative leave and refused to release their name. Read more (5/18/17)

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Paper Stars

Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is.
Word Count: 2,398
Warnings: cussing
A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways!
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The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.

“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.

With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.

‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.

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The Epitome Of Privilege: This School Has Its Own Police Officers

Everyone knows that there is a major gap in access to quality education in the U.S., but here is a disgusting level of inequality that’s going to make your blood boil: This high school has its own police officers.

Seriously?? For those keeping track at home, this is what privilege looks like.

When students arrive at Westville High School in the morning, there is a police officer stationed outside every entrance, plus two in the building who sit outside the cafeteria and main office. These fully trained officers aren’t cheap, but that doesn’t stop Westville from liberally peppering them around the halls, not to mention having them man two, count ’em, two, expensive metal detectors.

We’ve heard of schools with pools and yoga studios, but this is beyond the pale. There are nearly as many police officers as teachers!

And it doesn’t end at the final bell of the school day: When it comes to events like sports games and school dances, Westville is basically crawling with police. A 1:20 officer-to-student ratio is the norm at the Spring Fling—you can’t turn around without seeing an officer standing by, ready to keep students safe at a moment’s notice. When you look at all the schools that have to call the police and wait for them to arrive in the event of an incident, it’s pretty clear that Westville is the luckiest school in the country.

Some just get a better shake based on where they’re born.

This is the epitome of privilege. Enjoy it while you can, Westville students. Life isn’t always going to be a cakewalk.


Umpqua Community College Shooting, October 1st 2015

At around 10:40am, 26 year old student Christopher Harper-Mercer opened fire in Snyder Hall on the Umpqua Community College Campus. Harper-Mercer fatally shot eight students and one teacher while injuring nine others before turning the gun on himself and committing suicide after engaging police officers in a brief gun fight.

Bad Decisions: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Request: Hi! I love your work and I was wondering if you could do an Anthony X reader where it’s like a 21 chump street AU and the reader is in Naomi’s position but she’s not a cop she was just another high school student who’s dad is a cop and told her 2 do it , I’m sorry if it’s a bit confusing

Requester: @pearltheartist

Word Count: 2,583

A/N: It’s 4/20, so this is only fitting :) I might’ve changed the ending…

You had always aspired to be like your dad. In every city you moved to, he had always been the top police officer. Most daughters would resent their fathers for moving them around so much, but your dad was all you had. As long as you were with him, nothing bad could happen.

Halfway through your senior year, your dad decided to move again. Your last stop on your train of high schools would be in a small town in Florida where they were planning on a huge marijuana bust by the end of the year.

Before you started school, your dad took you to the station where you were to meet the chief. Originally, you had been told it was just a formality. “I understand you want to be a police officer when you grow up,” he said stiffly.

Your dad sat next to you in the uncomfortable chairs that faced the chief and gave you a look of assurance. “Yes, I plan on majoring in criminal justice, sir,” you replied as formally as you could.

“Y/N, let me be straight with you. We want names.” The look of confusion on your face caused him to continue, “Names of dealers. Names of kids that are smoking pot.”

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anonymous asked:

I mean like... you see black kids who aren't even preteens yet being thrown in juvie. Black kids who are still in the single digit ages having dozens of suspensions. This dramatically inflates the incarceration and arrest rates of black people.. "They commit the most crimes!" is such complete fuckign bullshit a 5 year old doesn't commit any fucking crimes but will have a dire permanent record

The US school system is terrifying because it allows that systemic racism to mark kids SO early. Having police officers in schools who can ARREST kids for… Doing things that would normally merit a detention?

And that has resulted in police brutality in schools and the comments are… Do predictable, a black girl didn’t listen to a teacher and stand up? Then that officer was apparently right to physically slam her to the ground and arrest her.

Thoughts during 1x13

- That crossover between Alice and Jug is everything I’ve ever wanted

- Why Archie and Betty, why specifically them? And how does the mayor know they solved it? Heck, Archie didn’t even slove it, he just put on the jacket because Betty wanted him too. 

- That side glance of Jug to Betty was so cute, I actually screamed. 

- Thank God there’s no drama

- I’m praying that Cheryl looking at the hanging rope isn’t foreshadowing




- DID YOU JUST GIVE HEART EYES TO BETTY, LIKE HOW JUG LOOKS AT HER WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP, RETRACK YOUR STEPS AND GO TO RONNIE. I swear to God if the triangle gets in motion in s2 I will fucking lose my shit. Archibald, focus on Ronnie, don’t think of the “picture perfect” relationship with Betty. We’ve closed that book. Thank you.

- bitch Hermione that company is Fred’s life. 

- Cheryl gave away her leading spot on the Vixen’s… that was her life. Cheryl, what are you doing?  

- Veronica asking Betty yet again if she’s fine with the relationship. What’re they trying to do? 


- social services is taking him in? Hell no. 


- FP is honestly the best dad. He sees, observes, knows. He knows his son. My dad would never know those things about me. 

- “He got some darkness in him” - cue to Jug eating a hamburger. I feel so much pity for Jug. I just want to give him a thousand and one hugs. 

- RONNIE AND JUG HAVE A LOT IN COMMON AND IT’S TRUE! watch them fighting over what movie is better THAT IS CANON AND YOU CAN’T DENY IT. 

 - Cheryl is really freaking me out. Is that vulnerable, scared girl the real Cheryl? Was all that sass and sparkle fake? 

- “I’m…” WHAT YOU ARE WHAT? NOT ENDING YOUR LIFE, RIGHT? you are not ending your life, cheryl. 

- and it is Bets locker. Probably because of the article. 

- Oh fight me no one speaks like that to Betty. 

- “and I can’t do anything.” that’s right, Arch. You can’t do anything. for 13 episodes. Still love you though. 

- “I’ve been showing up all year dad, and it hasn’t been shwoing any difference.” I really like this. The show acknowledges Arch had been on the sidelines, which is in his personality triat. Loyal, but submissive. Maybe i s2 we’ll see an active Archie? Curious…

- Hermione, you are such a bitch. You are the people my mom warns me about.

- Penelope is a robot. 

- Having someone close to you commit suicide can increase your chances of doing the same. Jason got mudered and her dad killed herself. I REALLY HOPE CHERYL STAYS SAFE 

- Alice crying and with “no make-up”, the truth? 

- And now… who is the brother? 


- Is that a thing they do at school? Those detectors and police officers? That’s a thing? Is that a thing? 





- awww… idk, am I glad Jug is making friends? It’s not like those people are bad. Probably misunderstood. Like him. Yeah, I’m glad. 

- What the hell is this square relationship tension thing. Bughead are “soulmates” (ronnie’s words) but Archie looks at them (and specifically betty) with uncertainity. I do not like how this is going. 

- “Archie, what is it?” oh god here it comes





- Archie is gonna get Cheryl out of the ice! That’s the scene!

- Cheryl…

- Archie completely lost his shit. I think that’s the… idk moment(?) where all Archie’s pent up emotions go free. he can finally DO something. He was agitated. Loved this. 

- Hermione. I thought you were nice. You are a real serpent. 

- Good explanation, Archie, not sure if it’s 100% legit though…

- Poor Valerie. 

- I suppose Archie is a “local hero” now. He did save Cheryl. 


- The speech was okay, definitely had an impact. 

- boom bitch Hermione you are going down

- is… Cheryl putting herself to flames? 



- Cole’s acting… holy shit dude

- Jughead… picked her UP I AM LIVING

- Archie x Ronnie make-out scene?

- oh yep

- oh it’s sex. that’s cool too. 



- that cockblock doorbell. they would’ve had sex if it wasn’t for the cockblock at the door

- Jug… as a serpent? But you’re a troubled writer, not a weed selling person… thing. 

- Betty I get that you’re frowning but Jug looks fucking hot right now you can’t deny that

- Archie had sex with a broken hand? Damn. 

- Wow wait but this does not mean Fred dies. He was still alive when we last see him. They’ll go to the hospital, right? 

- Now who has the burglar? And what was the point of this scene? 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the end of season one of Riverdale. See ya in 2018 folks. 


This 7-year-old was handcuffed for crying — now his family is suing.

Two years ago, Kaylb Wiley Primm was crying in his second grade classroom when a police officer stationed at the Kansas City public school walked by, heard the commotion and handcuffed the 7-year-old when his crying continued in the hallway.

Now, Missouri’s American Civil Liberties Union is helping Kaylb’s family sue the school district on the grounds of a state policy that says the “use of restraints for elementary and secondary students should be used only in extreme circumstances or emergencies,” the ACLU’s press release stated. 

Kaylb’s story isn’t unusual. These incidents can have frightening, lasting effects on students like him.

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Yoonbum and Sangwoo's Actual Ages

Okay I’ve looked through the chapters and found all the evidence I could on their possible ages so sit down and strap in while I explain the math.

I’ll start with Sangwoo.

Okay so from what I’ve looked up, the average korean student graduates high school at around 18, so let’s assume that’s how old Sangwoo was when he graduated. Bum first saw Sangwoo in his first or second semester of college, which would make Sangwoo 18 or 19. Then there’s where they’re both admitted into the military, and, once again based on what research I’ve found, they were in the military for two years. So when Sangwoo leaves the military he’s 20-21.

Now, I know what you’re saying. Okay that explains when they left the military but what about now? We don’t know how long it’s been since then!

Well my dear reader that’s where you’re wrong!

In chapter 2 the police officer says that Sangwoo’s parents died when he was in high school, to which Bae replies “the double homicide 3 years ago??”
Do you know what this means? It means we can assume the murder happened in his senior year, which would make sense when you subtract his two years of military service.

Put it all together, this means Sangwoo is 21-22 years old.

And to get Bum’s age, we refer to the fact that in chapter 1 he says he’s starting college four years late, so we just add 4 to Sangwoo’s age putting current Bum at 25-26 years old.

There we have it. Their actual ages. You’re welcome.

If Police Officers Were To Resort To The Same Tactics As School Teachers Use

A group of cops arrest both an attempted murderer and an attempted murder victim (who was fighting back in self-defence by the time the police arrived), and lead them into a room.

One of the cops then turns to both the attempted murderer and the attempted murder victim - and, in a very stern voice, says, “I don’t care which of you two started it. I’m giving you five minutes to apologize to each other - and, in you don’t apologize by then, you are both going to prison for twenty years.”


Disturbing video catches North Carolina officer slamming black student to ground

  • An officer in the Rolesville, North Carolina, police department has been placed on leave after  throwing a girl to the ground.
  • In an eight-second clip posted online, Officer Ruben De Los Santos, picks up a black female student at Rolesville High and slams her down. 
  • He then drags the girl off the ground by her arm and marches her out of the cafeteria.
  • Rolesville Police Chief Bobby Langston said “We will work diligently to review any and all pertinent information so that we provide an accurate account of the events.” Read more

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Imagine cheating on your boyfriend with Sonny

(A/N: Contains emotional abuse and cheating.)

Imagine cheating on your boyfriend with Sonny

You were the small town Fairytale.

First you were childhood best friends, then you were still best friends as you got older, then he asked you out and you were your High-school favourite couple. Voted cutest couple. Prom king and Queen  both your families loved the other, making jokes about your future kids and inevitable wedding.

You and him were the ultimate American high school sweethearts.

Everyone in your small town thought you were going to be together forever,do did he and back then so did you.

Justin Wheeler lived the American dream. He was tall, dark, handsome. Athletic, to the point he was soon Captain of the Football team. He could have any girl be wanted and he wanted you. Only God knows why, up until he asked you he was just your best friend. You didn’t have any romantic feelings towards him but when he asked everyone expected you to say, yes, so you did.
As you progressed through your relationship you grew to develop the feelings he obviously had for you. Sure, you fell in love with him. But when he said it to you the first time, you lied. He never could tell though.

You think you stayed so long because he brought you comfort. He was your best friend and you had fun. After high-school and when you moved away he reminded you of home.

You were always an over-achiever. You liked working and you knew what you wanted to do ever since you are seven. It was careers day and one of your classmates brought their Grand Uncle in who was a Captain in the Philadelphia Police Department. Everyone else in your class ignored his speech and asked about his gun but you listened. He helped people everyday,  put away bad guys and no one day as a police officer was ever like another. You feel in love.

After high-school you both moved to Philadelphia to attend Penn State. You on a academic scholarship and him on an athletic one. You took Criminology and did it in three years over the usual four. Which meant dispute living together you barley ever saw each other. You knew Justin had hoped that after it all out would have gone back to how it was in high school but as soon as you finished joined the police department. Much to Justin’s distain. He didn’t like the idea of you becoming a cop,  he wanted you to do something else, something safe. He also assumed that after college you would move back home which was something you didn’t want. Your  town was too small for your big dreams.

While you were in the academy he constantly told you that you could have done something better with your life considering how smart you were. Always trying to get you to reconsider becoming a cop in the big city and moving back home with him. His Dad ran a successful Car business throughout the state and he was planning on taking over.

But you couldn’t just be his housewife.

You reasoned with him and he eventually gave in. He took over the Philadelphia division of his families business and by that time you are a Patrol cop.

Things died down after that. Things got better between you two. You both actually spent time together again. You wanted to make things work. You thought he was your forever.

Things got better and then they went bad again.  Your supervisor had suggested you take the detectives exam after only four years on the job, which was practically on heard off but he said you had talent and were wasted as a uniform. You took the test definitely expecting to fail, but you passed with flying colours and were officially a detective.

He celebrated with you. Buying you presents and throwing a party. You were so happy but as soon as you became a Detective. Things went bad again. You spend more and more time at work because you had to. He didn’t understand that being with a cop meant adjusting. He was unwilling constantly arguing with you about the fact you are always at work and never at home with. You tired to reason with him but he was unfazed and unwilling to change.

That was two years ago. You took on one less tour at work to appease him. From that point is when you realised you weren’t in love anymore, though looking back you don’t think you ever were. You realised only dated him because every expected you too. You never liked him romantically despite how much as you wish you did. You just didn’t. You fell in love with the idea of being in love with your best friend. The fantasy of falling and spending the rest of your life with the person who’d grown up with. Who doesn’t want to spend their life with their best friend? You certainly did but not now. You weren’t in love with him and you weren’t even his best friend anymore. He wasn’t the same person he was bitter, resentful and belittling but he was still in love with you, apparently.

You spent the rest of the next year, trying to work up the courage to break it off. You tried but whenever you’d start to talk about your relationship he’d shut you down. Distract you, do anything for you to stop talking about it. He’d bring up weddings, marriage, kids and the future. Even bringing in your parents, who loved him and reminding you that they were so excited to see the two of get married. Looking back on it now, you realise that what he was doing, he was making you feel guilty about even thinking about leaving him. Reminding you about ho long you’ve been together and how much he has sacrificed for you. Making sure you’d never leave him.

Ever since you both left College he’d been trying to propose but you always made a big deal of being too busy for anything. You knew however he proposed, it would be big,extravagant and public. You couldn’t reject him like that.

So you lived in misery up until last year. That’s when you were offered a transfer to Manhattan SVU in New York. You met Lieutenant Benson and Sergeant Tutuola after they came down to liaison on case. Someone who they had put away had been realised and seemed to have resurfaced in your neck of the woods. They were impressed by you and you had left it slip to Lieutenant Benson that you weren’t exactly happy. So she suggested a fresh start in a new city with new people. You took it as soon as she finished her sentence.

You put in transfer papers that evening.

That same evening, you went home adamant on telling him it was all over. That you were leaving and not planning to ever return to your childhood town, a dream he clung onto and often referenced. You got home and told him everything, how you were feeling and what you planned on doing. You said your part only to be met with a blank look and then a smile. He laughed and said you were talking nonsense. That you was moving was fine, he was willing to try long distance. You argued back saying that wasn’t what you wanted.

He insisted though that you were saying such ‘idiotic’ things because you had assumed that he wouldn’t want to try long distance but for you, he’d do anything. Then he grabbed your arm, a grip much harder than usual,reminding you that you’d never be alone your entire life. How would you cope, survive,live. He was circling you, breathing heavy, shooting these questions at you so fast that you couldn’t give him answers. Then he smiled, gave you a kiss on the cheek and told you everything will be okay because you had him.

Yes, you had him and he had you, under his control.

You moved to New York and it was the best decision you had ever made. You got yourself an apartment in the city and officially transferred to Manhattan SVU. Five out of the seven days in the week, you were free from him. You had agreed to go back every weekend, but for five days you got what you wanted.

On your first day at SVU, you feared that you wouldn’t meet the standard and get sent back. Manhattan SVU was infamous department, it had apprehended some of the biggest criminals on the east coast. They were one of the only departments in the whole country to actively try and almost succeed at getting rid of their rape-kit backlog. They had high expectations and you could only hope you could meet them. 

Liv had explained to you the dynamics of the squad. You had met her and Sergeant Tutuola, though he insisted on you calling him Finn. Their were four other people on the ‘squad’ that hadn’t met. Their was Detective Amanda Rollins who was Finn’s partner, their was ADA Rafael Barba who wasn’t technically on the squad but was close enough, then their was Sergeant Mike Dodds, who was technically your Sergeant and finally Detective Dominick Carisi Jr, your partner and preferred to be called Sonny.

You were nervous about meeting everyone but especially nervous about meeting your new partner. You had always had good partners in the past and you feared what would happen if you didn’t get along with your new one.

Despite your fears, you got along with everyone when you eventually started. You fit perfectly in to the squad, though you soon realised that it was more of a family. Everyone had each others back. They were more than just a police department, they were a unit bonded by the drive o deal with the most sordid crimes in existence.

You got along with everybody but you really got along with your new partner.Sonny. He wasn’t anyone you’d met before. He was kind and sensitive but he could be scary and intimidating when he wanted too which was rare. He loved his family like you did yours. He loved kids as much as you did. You were a bit cold when you first met but you soon relaxed and became what he describe is a ‘complete and utter weirdo’. The two were great partners and had even better chemistry. You won’t say that you don’t find him attractive. He was extremely handsome.

The first year at SVU was one of the best years in your life. You finally found a home and that sense that the Captain you met when you were seen talked about. Despite still being in  a relationship with someone you didn’t love. When you were in New York, when you were with Sonny, you forgot all about him.

Being partners meant you grew extremely close. Working at SVU meant lots of late nights which meant a lot of late nights at the station with Sonny. Doing paperwork, just talking to make sure each of you were still awake.

You waled about a lot things during your late nights. You childhoods, dreams, ambitions and yourselves. You were from a small town that no one has ever heard and he was from one of the famous cities in the world. You both were super close to your mothers. He had three sisters while you were only child. You soon learned everything about each other, he was your best friend.

As weeks and months passed your ‘liking’ towards him grew and grew until you felt something towards him that you hadn’t ever felt before. It took a while but you soon understood, realised what it was. It was love. True love. You didn’t know how he felt but you certainly knew how you did.

As much as the two of you talked their was one thing that you never went into detail about. Your relationship. Sonny knew you had a boyfriend and that was only because you had a picture of you two on your desk. He’d given it to you, a gift, so even when you were away, he was still with you. You never brought him, Sonny always did and when he did you’d stop, taken aback. You think he figured out that their wasn’t something, right about the two of you. He tried getting it out of you but you always resisted, trying to gloss over the topic as soon as possible, so you could go back to pretending.

You were always tense on Fridays. Friday night is when you took the train back to Philadelphia to go back to him. Every weekend. You found yourself curing every Friday morning as you packed your bag, promising this would be the last but it never was. You knew Sonny had realised that you were always different on Friday. You assume he’d grown tired of you being tense and miserable every Friday.

It was late one Thursday night at the office when he finally asked you about it. You were talking about something random when you suddenly caught sight of of the clock. Just gone midnight. You took a quick look at his picture and you sighed.

“What is it with you and Fridays?” Sonny asked causally having just watched your little realisation.
“What do you mean?” you questioned, playing it off.

“You’re always weird on a Friday.” he elaborated.

“How so?” you asked playing along casually.

“You’re tense.” he continued.

“Well I’m always tense. You know how stressful it is working with you? ” you joked dryly in your usual fashion.

“Yeah, but you know most people relax on Fridays. It’s the end of the week, everyones looking froward to the weekend. But not you. Which you assume you would be considering you go see your boyfriend every weekend.” he explained.

“Sonny, I am fine.” you reassured with a smile looking up from your paperwork.

“Yeah, you are on everyday that isn’t a Friday.” he commented, studying your face.

“Have you got a problem?” you accused extremely uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I do because you have one. You’re my partner Y/N. If you’ve got a problem then so do I” he countered as if he’d been holding onto these feelings for a long time.

“How many times do I have to say ‘I’m okay’ before you believe me?” You asked with a sigh.

“Until you stop saying it and tell me what’s really going on.” he countered.

“There is nothing to tell.” you defended.

“Okay so why do you always so tense on a Friday?  Why do you never talk about your boyfriend? And most importantly why do you flinch when someone mentions him? Why do you flinch when you see his picture?” he ranted as if asking these hurt him physically.

You couldn’t come up with an answer. You mumbled inaudibly unable to give an answer. You were helpless.

“What does he do to you, Y/N?” Sonny asked suddenly his voice sincere and worried.

He was looking dead at you. Pain in his eyes. You think he thought Justin was beating you. The look he gave you was hurt and heartbreaking.

“He doesn’t hit me. I know you think he does but he doesn’t. He’s never hit me, he’s grabbed me a few times but never hit me.” you reassured.

“That’s good.” he nodded, “What is it?”

You looked around cautiously ensuring , "It’s hard to explain.”

"I’ve got time.” he smiled sadly.

You both moved into the lock so no one could overhear. He also pushed a chair against the door so no one could come in. And you talked for what seemed like forever.

You told him about you guys met, how you got together, the life you’d had, how’d you tried to leave. Multiple times. You told him about all the things he said to you. How constantly insulted you and belittled your life choices. Always telling could have done better, be better. You told him that you had tried to leave, so many times but he’d get you to stay. Remind you that you needed him and how deserted both your families would be if you left. How sad your little town would be to see their golden couple broken after all this time. You told him that you don’t think you were ever in love it was just convent to be together, safe, familiar but now you felt trapped. Drowning, even. you told him that you kept telling yourself that this would be it, the last weekend but it never was. You kept going back because he controlled you and you didn’t know how.

“Y/N, he’s manipulating you.” Sonny stated leaning forward head in hands.

“I told you he doesn’t hit me.” you argued.

“He doesn’t need to. He’s using your emotions against you. trying to make you feel guilty about not being in love with him anymore.” he explained.

“No.” you whispered unable to believe it.

“Y/N. He only tells you that everyone will be disappointed in you and that you can’t live without him so you don’t leave.” he continued, looking back at you.

“No.” you repeated.

“Y/N, he’s controlling you.” he pleaded with you.

“But I do this job. I know the signs…” you fumbled unable to comprehend.

“You can see it everyday. You can deal with it and get people out of it everyday. But when it happens to you. You can be blinded. It’s not your fault. He made you think this way.” he explained.

“How could he do this to me? People don’t do this to people they love? How can he do this? He told me he loved me, how can do this?” you questioned, tears spilling down your face.

Sonny grabbed you and pulled you in. You sobbed into his chest as he placed kisses on the top of your head. He rocked you, gently.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how anyone could do this to you. You’re the funniest, strongest most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I don’t understand how anyone could do this to anyone let alone you. Only monsters do this. ” he comforted.

“Strongest?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“Hell yes, strongest. You’ve been doing everything you can to get out of this relationship. Your surviving it.” he reasoned.

“I’m surviving it but I’m not getting out of it.” you reminded, shaking your head.

“Y/N, you’ve dedicated your life to helping people, saving people from situations like these. Let someone help you. Let me help you but I can only do that if you want me to.” he informed but he was begging for you to agree.

“Please.” you agreed.

“Okay, good. Really good.” he nodded, flashing you a smile of relief at you.

‘What are we going to do?” you asked.

“First off you’re not going back their today and not ever.” he stated, “You didn’t leave anything of yours their did you?”

“No,” you informed, “I brought everything with me and whatever I take, I bring back.”

“Good, save me a trip.” he said standing up and beginning to pace.

“Sonny, if I don’t go. He’ll call and ask what I’m doing.” you mentioned.

“Then you won’t answer the phone.” he replied.

“But if I don’t answer he comes to my apartment here. Last time I tried, he came to my apartment and I lied and told him I was at work when he found me there.” you explained.

“You can stay at mine for the weekend.” he offered.

“I couldn’t do that to you…” you went to dispute.

“No, please. You won’t be any trouble or inconvenience. You can stay as long as you need.” he insisted.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“It’s the least I can do for you. You’ve done so much for me. For everyone.” he nodded.

“Thank you.” you said standing up.

“Don’t thank me. I would do anything for you. You’re…” he sighed.

You gave him a sad smile, understanding. You both went home after that. He told you to pack a bag and bring it to work later and you’d go home together. For once you felt normal on a Friday. The day seemed to go in high speed. Soon enough you found yourself staring at the clock, the bad by your feet, stewing yourself out. Then you felt Sonny’s hand on shoulder and he lead you to apartment.

It was exactly liked you’d expected. A man cave but due to all the women in his life it was well kept and clean. He insisted you sleep in his room while he crash on the couch. You protested but he won. you got settled for an hour. Sonny had taken your phone so if he did call you you wouldn’t get the call. Later he called you out of your room for Chinese on the couch while you watched a cheesy movies. One of your favourites.

He kept you entertained, making you laugh, smile. You kept catching yourself watching him laugh and just admiring and how wonderful he was and how lucky you were. You felt that overwhelming feeling, you wanted to tell him but refrained afraid he wouldn’t feel the same and even he did would he want to after all this.

You’d finished eating. You were both at other lying on the sofa. Legs on other ends but meeting each other in the middle, relaxing in silence.

“Hey Sonny, whats going to happen after this weekend?” you asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” he replied.

“After this weekend, after next week, next weekend. What am I going to do? I can’t come here every weekend.” you elaborated.  

“Break up with him.” he suggested.

“Tried that.” you reminded once again.

“Not with me.” he corrected.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“I mean this time around. I’m going to support you. Make sure you can get out and stay out. Hopefully, it will be easy. He lives in a different city, you haven’t got anything to go back to in Philly. You’ve got a home here. Though, since he knows where you live, you might need to get a new apartment but you can stay with me until you find one. And if does bother you, here we can get a restraint order so he doesn’t come around you. If we can’t get him on the abuse will get him if he harasses you after.” he explained.

“You’d do that for me?” you asked staring at him with wide eyes.

“How many times do I have tell you? I’d do anything for you.” he reassured taking your hands.

“I know. It’s just hard to believe sometimes.” you smiled sadly.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Of course.” you agreed.

“I know this is bad time. Ma, always said I gad awful timing but I don’t think I can go another moment without telling you this.  I’ve always liked you, you know that. But for the past few months it’s grown into something more. I had a crush…What I’am trying to say is i really really like you and not in a friend way. In a romantic one and to be honest I don’t just like you. I think I’m in love with you.” he admitted.

“You love me?” you whispered.

“I know this is really bad time and you don’t need this right now. But yeah. I’ve known for a long time and I didn’t say anything because you were in a relationship and I didn’t think you’d like me back. And I don’t want you to think I’m doing all this to win points. i’d do it even if I wasn’t because you’re so nice to everyone. You don’t deserve it…” he began to ramble.

“I love you too.” you interrupted.

“What?” he questioned taking a deep breath.

“I said I love you too. For a long time. For almost nine years I thought I was in love but then I met you and I finally realised what love was.” you explained.

“You love me back.” he rejoiced, grabbing you and pulling you towards him.

He pulled your face close to his. His hands on his cheek as you held his wrists. With his thumbs he was wiping tears.

“You love me back.” he repeated, his own tears spilling.

You nodded. He leaned in about to kiss you before stopping.

“We shouldn’t.” he commented.

“Why not?” you questioned inching closer.

“You’re still in a relationship even if it’s with the scum of the earth.” he reminded.

“That relationship was over two years ago. You helped me see that. Today, it’s not even a relationship. You have to want to be in a relationship and I don’t want to.” you explained befriend kissing him yourself.

The force and surprise of it caused him to fall backwards, you on top of him. You were still kissing. You hands all over each other until he suddenly pulled away and grabbed your face again.

“Are you sure?” he asked for reassurance, “You’re emotional right now. I don’t want you to regret our first time. I don’t want to take advantage.”

“Sonny, if their is one thing I’m sure about it’s how it’s how I feel about you. Someones been taken advantage of me for the last few years. I know what it is like. For once I’m making this decision, for me. And about regrets. I wouldn’t regret anything with you.” you reassured.

He gave you a quick smile before pulling you in again. You continued to kiss as he tugged your shirt off and you his. He picked you up, whispering he didn’t want to do this here. He carried you to the bedroom, kicked the door shut behind him.


Tate Langdon Imagine: Tate Listen to Me!

(Disclaimer so I don’t get the ‘Have you even seen the show?’ comments I’m in no means following any storyline specifically)

It was 1922 and your mother and father had built this house. Your father ‘surgeon to the stars’ Charles Montgomery and your mother, well Step mother, Nora Montgomery had built this house lovingly together.  Your father had made it with Nora as his muse, the house had all of the features she had, except the crazy need she had for a child of her own. It was definitely no secret she wasn’t the biggest fan of yours, but to be honest her opinion never fazed you as she was batshit nuts. You were surprised the women had not smothered you in your sleep, although your father never once seemed to noticed her actions toward you, he thought she was this beautiful angel but you knew the truth, shame she hadn’t seen it sooner.

Almost a year after you had moved into this shrine of a house Nora discovered she was pregnant, something that struck fear into you. You couldn’t tell why you felt like this, but something changed about her, something that made you fear for your life. It was a unseasonably cold day and you were laid upon your bed, deeply absorbed into a novel, your father was out at work and Nora was putting the finishing touches to her new baby’s bedroom, that looked more like a palace than a room. Your eyes shot up as the door handle creaked and Nora appeared, one hand on the door handle, the other behind her back. ”My darling y/n” she spoke using the hand that was formally on the handle to brush your delicate strand of hair behind your cold ears. “I never really liked you” she spat pulling the hand from behind her back that was wrapped around a handgun and shot you straight through the heart; killing you instantly. That was it, you were dead, only 17, your life was completely over.

Although it wasn’t, you couldn’t understand it at first but you were not dead, well I mean you were DEAD but you were still in this house. Of course when Nora told your father you had ran away he believed her straight away, of course he would believe his precious wife, who else could he possibly believe?

As far as you were concerned your life was completely over you were trapped for eternity here, invisible to the world, it wasn’t until almost a month later when you realised that you couldn’t leave you decided to hide in the attic, away from the memories of your family, well that had been your plan but you wanted one last look at them. Stepping into the dull looking kitchen your eyes landed upon Nora who screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw you. You were visible to people, what kind of ghost were you? Turning on your heels your sprinted back into the attic as fast as you could. Listening to your after comfort her as she cried about this place being haunted, leaving out the part of the ghost being you. Within days the house lay empty, just you alone with your thoughts, Nora convinced your father to move away and he being the weasel of a man he was couldn’t say no.


Days turned into months and then years, you however didn’t age a day using multiple different tactics to restrain yourself from boredom, one tactic being pretending to be a neighbour to those who lived and left the house. In fact right now, there was the Langdon family a sweet family who you had convinced they lived next door where very close to you.

Although cracks in one of the boys, Tate’s, mind began to show, and it wasn’t until one day he lost it. He shot a bunch of kids at school and when he got home, police officers shot him. He died in the house, he died in the house you did too. The only problem was he didn’t realise he was dead. The mother, Constance, she knew you were both dead, she knew that, although neither of you had so far told Tate. Constance had decided that the best plan would be too move into the house next door, so she could always be near her baby boy. This was also so she could get away from the memories of murder house. Yes, by now it had acquired itself a name.

Tate still talked to you every day although, he no longer went to school, but as you didn’t either he never was alone. You would spend that long together the need to tell him, was getting worse; to the point where you decided today he needed to know.

“Tate” you whispered as you both sat on the cold floor in the attic, taking both his hands into yours. “There is something you need to know.” You breathed standing up and pulling him up with you. “What- what is it” he smiled unaware as to the news he was about to be given. “Tate, you’re dead” you choked out watching as he began to laugh. “You’re joking right?” he laughed as you stood with a serious face. Obviously this was a very bad idea, of course he wasn’t going to believe you, so you were going to have to show him. Constance had managed to get the body back to the house, in the basement, with yours; it was something you had pleaded for to show Tate, as proof if you were to ever need it.      

Keeping a gentle grip on Tate’s hand you let him down into the basement taking him further than he had ever been before. You let him step in front and a muffled so let you know he saw himself, the sound hurting you also. “No!” he cried as you clutched him into your chest, screaming and sobbing tears staining your shirt. “Tate, I tried everything I could, to bring you back, I swear, I tried I promise” you whimpered running a hand through his hair.

*Half an hour later*

“I’m dead?” he whispered sat on the floor next to you picking at the floor boards. “Yes Tate you are, and you’re trapped here forever eternally and I’m sorry” you mumbled yourself looking down. “You’re trapped too?” he questioned as you nodded. “We are trapped together eternally but at least we have each other.” He soothed taking your hand in his and rubbing your knuckles. “Together, stuck here together” you repeated smiling slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tate asked after a moment or two.

“Oh yeah, hi I’m y/n, I’m dead wanna hook up?”

“You wanna hook up with me?”