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anonymous asked:

You'll get your bag when I get your money. Don't ask for a bag then refuse to move forward, only repeating the word “bag”. I'm not bagging shit you might (read: I might) have to put back.

“you don’t need a garment bag you need a garbage bag” jerry lawler of all people shouldn’t be trashing someone else’s fashion sense with his ugly ass “fancy” printed t-shirts he wears that he picked up from walmart 

anonymous asked:

Noodle finding her s/o (whos a girl) All beaten and bruised up from a fight with parents? after telling them she's gay?

(!!this is kind of violent so if you don’t like that stuff don’t read this!! also i do use the d*ke slur but i’m a gay girl so don’t get too pissed)

Running, all you could think about right now was running as far away from that damned house as possible. Coming out was never going to be easy you knew that. What you didn’t expect was the violence that your parents responded with. It took you a minute to register what happened but when it finally clicked you had to get out of there as soon as possible. You didn’t bother packing a bag, it was only going to keep you in that house longer. Staggering out the front door with only your phone and the clothes on your back you felt utter helplessness. By this point the sky was turning a dark shade of indigo. You had no place to stay for the night. The cogs in your head were turning, looking for a solution. This town was not an option that was for sure. The bus station would be a good place to stop. It’d give you a place to think and avoid the rain the was forecast for later in the night. The cold night air assaulted your skin, giving your cuts a special kind of sting. The feeling of being truly on your own was overwhelming. The shame felt like a hound following attentively behind you. You kept your head down knowing that the sight of your black eye would freak people out. Nobody really noticed you as you slid around in the background. That was until you saw Noodle’s familiar frame wave at you. The two of you had been going out for a few months now, she was the first girl you had been with. It was something worth living for especially around the violent presence of your parents. She was the type of person who made you feel calm and collected but also set your heart on edge at the same time. Her usually smile had been replaced with shock and concern when she got close enough to see your injuries.

“Christ Y/N what happened?” The sentence was soaked in fear. You wanted to tell her everything. How you finally mustered the courage to come out to your parents and was met with a fist to the face and then some. How you wanted to cry but your body just couldn’t let you. How you felt feral and out of body like a disembodied spirit. But your pride got to you first.

“It’s nothing.” She almost scoffed at you.

“You don’t get a black eye and a massive gash on your forehead from doing nothing, seriously whats up? Who did this to you?” Your eyes darted to the pavement.

“Family matters I suppose.” Noodle knew your family was dysfunctional but not to this extent. 

“Listen we can’t deal with this here, come back to my place okay?” She took your hand in hers as she spoke. You nodded still feeling nervous. The walk back to her place was silent, tense almost. Her home had always been a welcome refuge but you felt intrusive when you came there like this. You didn’t want to be a burden. The house was warm and quiet that night, apart from Katsu’s presence. Noodle led you to the bathroom where she started digging round the bathroom for her small first aid kit. You sat down on the closed toilet seat as she started to asses your injuries.

“I know you probably don’t want to answer this and it’s okay if you don’t but could you just give me a brief description of what happened. I just want to know what to look for.” Wringing your hands you started to recall the events for earlier that night.

“It was mainly my dad really. He punched me a couple of times in the face and then I fell which lead him kicking me in the stomach. I think I smashed my nose on the way down as well, I don’t know. It all happened so fast.” She took a wipe out of the box as you were talking. She took your face in her hand.

“This is going to sting a bit okay.” You nodded wincing as she cleaned up your bloodied forehead. Even though she was silent as she was working on your various cuts you could feel her anger. When she started inspecting your nose she asked you another question.

“Why did they do this.”

“I told them about us, how I liked girls and all that. They weren’t too pleased about having a dyke in the family.” 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Noodle took your hands, rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles. 

“It’s fine, they were always going to react badly to this.” A pang of shame rushed through you.

“Y/N don’t listen to them. You aren’t dirty or wrong. If anyone should feel bad it’s them, who beats up their own kid like this?” You were quiet for a minute.

“I suppose so.” Noodle finished fixing you up silently. When she was done she stood up, making her way over to her bedroom. Slowly you followed behind her checking what she was doing. When you looked it she was hunched over a drawer. 

“What are you looking for?” You asked.

“An extra set of pyjamas for you,”she replied, not bothering to look up at you.

“Noodle, I can’t,” you started. You didn’t want to intrude.

“Y/N, you are staying here tonight no questions about it. I’m not having you go back home to those fucking pricks.” Normally Noodle was so levelheaded, seeing her temper flare up was a surprise for you. She put some clothes on the bed and ran a hand through her hair.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Not after the night you’ve had.” She sat on the bed and you did the same. 

“It just pisses me off that people think they can get away with shit like this.”

You put your hand on top of hers as she sighed.

“Don’t worry, yeah? We’ll sort this out I mean we’ve been through worse.” She looked up at you and softly kissed your forehead. 

“I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too.” The fact you knew you weren’t sleeping on the streets tonight was a welcome relief. The fact that Noodle was there made you feel safe even if it was just a temporary solution.