this is because you said you hate my face ok

anonymous asked:

Do the stop aging at 18 for the nurserydex soulmate thing

Thanks for the prompt! Sorry this is late, I fucked around for a crazy long time before I got something good. Hope you like it!

Prompt:  Stop aging at 18 years old until you meet your soulmate


“I love you.”

Nursey said it quietly, clearly, like a secret he wasn’t meant to keep.

Dex’s face went dark. “Fuck you,” he spat.

Nursey’s mouth dropped open, and his eyebrows rose in shock.

Dex was furious. His entire body tensed, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed and his fists clenched. For a moment, Nursey thought he was going to deck him.

Then Dex ducked his head, and he began to cry. Tears tore out of him; his chest heaved, and his shoulders trembled violently. Each breath was a low, hoarse wail. Dex wrapped his arms around his face, but they did nothing to hide his pain, the tempest of sorrow raging within him. Nursey reached a hand out to him, but Dex ducked away.

No!” he shouted sharply. “No,” he moaned quieter. His head snapped up. He looked a mess. Pain was messy. “You – you kept me waiting. You made me wait for fucking 300 years. Where were you? Where were you when I was forced to flee my country? Where were you when I had nobody but sheep to talk to for half a century? Where were you when I was sent to war, or when I had nothing to eat but bone scraps, or when I had to walk across half a continent to find a home? Where were you when my mother died? I’ve watched my family, my friends, everyone I’ve ever loved grow old and turn to dust, all because I was waiting for you.” 

Tears spilled from Nursey’s eyes, but his were quiet. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

This time, when he reached for Dex, he wasn’t pushed away. Dex opened his arms to him, and they tangled around each other. Nursey petted Dex’s hair and held him tightly as his body shook. Dex pressed his face into Nursey’s shoulder, muffling his cries. Dex sobbed for a long time, but for nowhere near three centuries. Nursey cradled him in the quiet.

Eventually they both calmed, and Nursey drifted toward sleep. He was pulled back by Dex’s quiet voice.

“I love you, too.” Dex sniffed. “But – I’m so angry I can’t stand it sometimes.”

“I know.” Nursey rubbed slow circles into Dex’s back.

“You don’t deserve that. I feel – I feel tainted, because I’m angry. You deserve better.”

Nursey pulled back a little and scrunched his eyebrows. “You love me?”

Dex nodded.

“Then that settles it.”

“Settles what? That doesn’t settle anything,” Dex said in disbelief. Tears streamed down his cheeks again, carving the same old path down his face. “That doesn’t just cancel out that sometimes – “ There was a minute of silence.

“What?” Nursey prompted gently.

“Sometimes I hate you, too.”

Nursey pulled Dex against him. “That’s OK.”

“How can you just be OK with that?” Dex choked out between sobs.

“The love makes it worth it. We can work through the rest, because the love makes it worth it.”

I’d Say So (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

WC: 2125

Warnings: Kinda angsty, BMC/DEH crossover

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

Summary: Y/N decides to get a SQUIP. Things don’t end well when her boyfriend, Jared, finds out.

A/N: This was requested!! Hope you guys enjoy!

“So this thing actually works? It isn’t gonna go haywire like Jeremy’s did?” I asked, glancing down nervously at the shoebox in front of me.

“Jeremy Heere was a rare instance. This is a newer software, so all the bugs have been fixed.” The stock boy said, pushing the shoebox closer towards me.

“Awesome, awesome. Here’s your money, then.” I said, passing him the required bills. He smiled at me as he took the money, and he looked more like a shark than anything remotely human.

“Enjoy your new life.” He said, passing me the pill. I took it and watched nervously as he walked away, my leg bouncing up and down.

I pulled out the bottle of Mountain Dew from my backpack, and uncapped it, shoving the cap in my pocket.

I took in a deep breath and popped the pill in my mouth, taking a large swig of Mountain Dew.

I swallowed and let out a sigh, remembering what Jeremy had said about it taking a while to kick in.

I walked quickly back to my car, thanking God that I only lived about a 5 minute drive from the mall. I got home and opened Instagram, noticing a new post from Jared.

@theinsanelycooljk

Look at this nerd. She’s the worst, honestly. @Y/I/N

The photo was of me last Saturday, curled up on a couch, clutching a stuffed bear Jared gave me for Valentine’s Day and wearing one of Jared’s t-shirts.

I rolled my eyes, but a smile crept onto my face at his actions. I went to reply, but a wave of pain watched over my body.

“What the hell!” I screamed, collapsing to the ground. I rolled around, feeling my muscles seize up.

Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated.” A voice said and I looked around, wondering who was saying that. 

Discomfort level may increase.” The voice said and I suddenly let out a shriek of agony, feeling like I was being pulled apart from the inside.

Accessing: neural memory. Accessing: muscle memory. Access procedure: complete. Y/N Y/L/N… welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Your SQUIP.” The voice rang through my head and I was suddenly free of pain.

“You… you sound like Lin-Manuel Miranda.” I said, and there was a brief silence. I wondered if the SQUIP was still active, but the voice spoke up again.

This is my default setting according to your memories. You can also set me for Kristin Chenoweth, Philippa Soo or Andrew Rannells.” Lin’s voice said, and I shook my head in disbelief.

“Lin’s fine. I, uh, God this is weird.” I said, still in shock and disbelief.

I exist only in your mind, Y/N. No one can see me, but they can, however, see you having an animated conversation with yourself. Instead, you can think at me. Telepathically, per se.” The SQUIP said, and I paused, cringing internally.

“Uh, ok.” I thought, still uncomfortable with Lin-Manuel Miranda in my head. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door, and my eyes widened.

Answer it, Y/N.” The voice said and I nodded, walking to the door. I swung it open, and smiled when I saw Michael and Jeremy standing there.

“Hey Y/N!” Michael said and I smiled, ushering them in. They dumped their backpacks down on the couch, and Jeremy brought me into a quick hug.

“How are you?” Jeremy asked, and I shrugged my shoulders. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my back, and I straightened up immediately, cursing  internally.

You were slouching. For a drama student, I’d expect you to have better posture.” The SQUIP said and I immediately straightened up.

“I, uh, I’m fine. Really.” I said and Jeremy shot me a strange look.

“Can he tell I’ve got one? You know, a SQUIP?” I thought, and I imagined the SQUIP was laughing.

He can suspect, sure, but he will never be certain because of the fact that his unit is currently disabled.” Lin’s voice said and I nodded, not noticing th strange look Jeremy shot me.

“Y/N… are you sure you’re ok?” Jeremy asked, gently placing a hand on my arm. I flinched away slightly, and Jeremy’s eyes widened.

I hate to alarm you, but he has definitely noticed now.” My SQUIP said and I let out a shaky breath.

“How could you? I… ugh.” Jeremy said, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong? Is… is something going on?” Michael asked, jogging up next to Jeremy.

“She got one, Michael. A SQUIP.” Jeremy whispered, and Michael’s face fell as he looked at me.

“Why?” Michael asked, looking at me with shock and disappointment etched into his features.

You should probably answer him. And tell him the truth. You may not have the same end game as Jeremy did, but they’ll assume that you do.” My SQUIP said and at this point I wanted to punch it.

“I, uh, I can assure you that I don’t want to be cool. That’s the last thing I want.” I said, but that didn’t ease the disappointment on my friend’s faces.

“You saw what that thing did to Jeremy. To the entire school. Why would you want that, Y/N?” Michael asked, sounding incredibly hurt.

“I… I wanted to be something better than what I already am. I know I have a good life and wonderful friends, but that doesn’t stop me from having social anxiety and a crappy self esteem.” I said and their faces softened slightly.

“You should’ve come to us instead of getting one of those cursed floppy discs implanted in your brain. You could’ve gone to Evan. Or Jared. God, what’s Jared gonna say about this?” Jeremy said, his eyes widening slightly.

I assure you, I am much better than a floppy disc.” The SQUIP said and I sighed, raking a hand through my hair.

“I’m calling Jared, Y/N. He has to know about this. He loves you more than anything else.” Michael said, and I winced at the thought of Jared reacting to the news Michael would be bearing.

“Maybe Michael and I should head off. We, uh, we can meet up another afternoon.” Jeremy said, looking at me with pity in his eyes.

“Calm down Jared! Yes, she’s home. Where do you think we are?” I heard Michael say, and I let out a sigh.

“Stay strong, Y/N. If it, uh, ever gets too much, I have an open door and a fridge full of Mountain Dew Red. Just remember that.” Jeremy said, tentatively placing a hand on my arm.

I would highly recommend not taking his offer. My objective is to help, I swear.” I nodded, smiling at Jeremy.

“Jared’s on his way over. He did not sound impressed.” Michael said, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“Ok, ok. You guys should go.” I said, giving the boys the largest smile I could muster. It was pretty depressing, but they appreciated the sentiment.

I waved halfheartedly at them as they left, and I let out a sigh as soon as they were gone.

You haven’t ruined your friendship, Y/N. They’re just disappointed. And slightly angry, but that’s not the point.” The SQUIP said, and I let out a groan.

“I don’t care that I haven’t ruined our friendship. They still hate me, and I can’t blame them.” I thought, pacing around the house and thanking god my parents weren’t home.

We’ll work on your self loathing later. Jared’s here.” I took in a deep breath, readying myself for the wrath of Jared.

“What the hell were you thinking, babe?” I saw Jared storm in, his face already red.

“I’m sorry, it’s just.” Jared interrupted me by capturing my lips in a kiss, and my eyes widened slightly.

Well, that was unexpected.”

I closed my eyes, attempting to block out the SQUIP. It worked, and I tangled my fingers in Jared’s hair, tugging on it gently.

He let out a low moan, and his grip on my waist tightened slightly. Jared pulled away, his breathing laboured and his cheeks flushed.

“I love you. You know that right?” Jared said, his hair sticking up at odd angles.

“Of course.” I muttered, resting my forehead against Jared’s.

“Then why the hell would you do this?” Jared said, pulling his face away from mine.

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Jared, you know how much of a mess I am. I’m socially anxious, and…” I said, not wanting to tell Jared my other reason for getting the SQUIP.

“And? And what?” Jared said, looking at me with a determination he reserved only for incredibly intense games of Monopoly.

“And I often get worried that you don’t really love me.” I whispered, lowering my gaze to the floor.

Just in case you’re wondering, Jared isn’t pleased with that. At all.”

“Is.. do you honestly think that?” Jared asked, his voice soft. I took in a deep breath and nodded, bravely lifting my head.

I felt tears welling in my eyes, but I noticed that they had started to form in Jared’s eyes as well.

“Oh, Y/N.” Jared whispered, pulling me close to his chest. I sniffled, feeling a few tears run down my face.

“Shh, shh.” Jared muttered into my hair, rubbing my back soothingly. My tears found their way onto Jared’s shirt, and I noticed that my SQUIP was silent.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Jared said and I lifted my head, noticing that his eyes were starting to go a little red.

“Never, ever, doubt that I love you. Sure, there will be times where you feel unloveable. Like the world is just out to get you. But those times are minute in comparison to the good times.” Jared said, gently wiping away one of my tears with his thumb.

Mathematically, and according to your memory base, 85% of the memories you have could be classed as ‘good’.

“I love absolutely everything about you. Your smile, your eyes and the way they light up when I tell you some dumb joke. How your hair always smells like strawberries and vanilla. Like, how?” Jared said, and I chuckled weakly.

“It’s my shampoo.” I muttered, a half smile resting on my face. Jared smiled widely at me and kissed my forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds.

“I love the way your hand fits so perfectly in mine, and don’t get me started on your body. That could spark a very different kind of conversation.” Jared said, looking me up and down, biting his lip.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and my smile widened slightly. “What I’m trying to say is, I love you Y/N Y/L/N, and I always will. SQUIP or no SQUIP.” Jared said, placing his lips on mine.

You should tell him that he’ll probably love you more with my assistance.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, fiddling with the hair on the nape of his neck. His arms snaked around my waist, and pulled me tightly against his chest.

I kissed Jared with fervour, focusing on nothing except him. I pulled away reluctantly, my lungs burning slightly.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Jared said, punctuating his words by kissing both my cheeks and my forehead. I sniffled, smiling wider and brighter than before.

“You’re my favourite human being. You know that, right?” I said, looking up at Jared with love in my eyes.

Jared chuckled, tucking a wisp of hair behind my ear. “Of course I know that. And the same goes for you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He said, taking one of my hands in his free one.

“Crash and burn, probably. You’re not very good at fending for yourself, babe.” I said, gigging slightly as I watched Jared pout.

“You’re so mean. I meant, it’s true, but still!” Jared said, squeezing my hand gently. I rolled my eyes, pecking his dusty pink cheek.

“Oh, babe! I almost forgot.” Jared said suddenly, and I looked at him curiously, arching an eyebrow.

“What is it?” I asked, and Jared smiled widely at me, pulling his phone out from his pocket.

“I saw the funniest meme the other day. You’re gonna love it!” Jared exclaimed, unlocking his phone and scrolling through it.

I laughed loudly, shaking my head at the enthusiasm Jared had for memes. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m still dating you, Jared.” I said, laughing slightly.

“Because I’m a wonderful human being who love you with every fibre of his being?” Jared said, giving me wide puppy dog eyes.

“I’d say so, babe. I’d say so.”

anonymous asked:

WHY DID U WRITE THAT BLURB DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH OF A MESS I AM RIGHT NOW?! please do a part two PLEASE WE BEG OF YOU

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Niall’s tweet didn’t stop anything.  In fact, it made it worse.  I suppose he knew that would happen which is why he didn’t want to say anything.  Learning not to plead your case with people who have already shown not to care was a rough lesson to learn sitting in my sister’s kitchen.  But I learned it the hard way.

I suppose I was having a hard time because up until that point Niall and I had been blissfully anonymous and happy.  That bubble had most definitely been burst.  

I learned a lot while I sat there feeling sorry for myself.  I learned that I’m not as smart as I like to think I am.  I learned that my boyfriend was smarter than I was when it came to these types of situations and maybe I should shutup and let him take the reins.  And I learned that I while I always liked to think I was Niall’s priority, I actually was.  He put himself in the line of fire with his fans in order to make me happy.  I swore I would never do that, but here I was, doing that.

So I had a glass of wine at my sister’s house, sat there for a bit until I was good enough to drive and then I went back to Niall’s with my tail between my legs.

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Going through the Adam Driver tag, I am curious: Why do people hate him?

Sure, if he did something problematic, I’d get it, but those who hate him complain about his looks and things about him, like being in the military. And I just don’t get it?

Ok, 1, don’t be a jerk about people thinking he is attractive. Some jerks post things that say something akin to, “I hate Adam Driver, he literally looks like a trash can. What a fucking tool.” It is fine that you don’t find him attractive, I have no problem with it, but don’t hate a guy simply because other people do. You can get annoyed with his fans who say and do things that are questionable, but the man himself has never thought of himself as being handsome, has never been got pigheaded after getting fame. 

“I have been told before that I have an unusual face. But my face is my face. I had a whole life before acting, over the years. Lots of things have been said about my face.”

2, people hate him because of him being in the military. That’s it. Not because of his views, not because of anything he did, just that. One person had posted that they hated him because, they “don’t like organized groups and the military is the epitome of organized groups.” Ok? What the fuck does that have to do with Adam Driver? So many people have been in the military, are you going to hate them all? And guess what? The community you live in? That is a organized group. Your workplace? Organized group. Your family? Organized group. Just think about that. 

3, Adam has never forgotten that as a white male he has privilege, and he never has used it over anyone. 

“I’m a straight, white male, and I’ve had more opportunities than other people have, unjustly. And I’ve been lucky on top of that.“

He continued, "It’s so insane to me. That’s why I like being a part of ‘Girls,’ because it’s such a female-driven show. I see so many actors and friends who are so f-king good-but for one reason or another, because they’re female or African American, there aren’t as many opportunities for them. It’s total bullsh-t. My wife is an actress. She’s had to audition for, you know, 'Blonde Girl #3.’ There’s just such sh-ty writing and not as many opportunities.”

He is very aware, and he knows that is partially the reason why he got it, so if you are to be upset with anyone, be upset with the casting directors who ignore other actors who deserve as much, or in some cases, more of chance than him. But Kylo Ren was not simply handed to him. Eddie Redmayne had auditioned for Kylo Ren before Adam Driver was approached, and there may have been others who had auditioned, but JJ Abrams saw him and thought he was perfect. He got this particular part because he is a damn good actor, and I honestly don’t know anyone who could play the part better. 

I am not saying that he is a perfect person who had done no wrong, but he isn’t an awful human being that deserves all this crap simply for the reasons listed above. Come to me when he actually does something to deserve hate, and then we will talk. 

I havent really felt like being on tumblr much

I’m currently dealing with 2 sometimes 3 of my colleagues being difficult in work and it’s making it just really shit right now so when i go to draw I just lose the motivation very quickly

Often before I even pick up the pen.

They’re basically being mean girls, which considering they’re 15 and 20 years my senior is saying something. I’ve taken a few days off work to try and feel better. 

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This Ain’t No Joke, Sweetheart - Chapter 8

SPN FanReality

~Let me tell you about my weekend…~

Beka, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bill 

2,900 Words

Warnings: Angst. Suicidal Thoughts. Redemption

A/N: Here’s the end of my weekend. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it. It was quite an experience.

Go To Chapter: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

Chapter Eight - Sunday Night:


The plan was simple: I was to stay in the car. Yup, that was Dean’s big master plan: keep Beka in the car while we do the scary stuff. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I yes’d him to death the entire ride uptown, and promised to stay put right up until the second I slipped out the passenger side door.

Dean protested, Sam shrugged, and I headed off towards the house, ripping a strip of yellow caution tape from the front door as I entered.

The house was plain but comfortably decorated. The front door opened right into a living room with an old blue sofa with bright orange pillows. Goddamn Mets fans. Bet Bill would love that setup. He loves baseball more than hanging out with you. That’d fit right into his man-cave.

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I Always Will (Zoe Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2489

Warnings: SMUT, language, gay fluff

Summary: Zoe and Y/N go to Pride together. Smut ensues

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: I’m posting ahead of schedule! Yes!! Hope y'all enjoy.

“Good evening, my love. The absolute light of me life.” I said, slinging my arm around Zoe’s shoulder pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“What do you want, babe?” Zoe said, looking at me quizzically.

“Well, since you asked so kindly.” Zoe chuckled at my comment, rolling her eyes slightly.

“There’s a pride parade this weekend, and I know you’re not a big fan of parades because they’re loud and kinda gross, but I really wanna go with you.” I said, and Zoe sighed slightly.

“Y/N, you know how much I hate parades. Ever since I saw the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, I’ve been scarred for all future parades.” Zoe said and I pouted at her, a sad look on my face.

“Just because that homeless guy tried to rob you once, doesn’t mean it’ll happen again.” I said and Zoe chuckled slightly, letting out a sigh.

“You do raise a fair point, but still.” Zoe said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“But we can be gay together and get cute outfits and it’ll be beautiful.” I pleaded, situating myself on Zoe’s lap, wrapping my arms around her neck.

“Ok, but only because I love you so much.” Zoe said, pressing her lips against mine.

I kissed her back softly, the taste of her raspberry lip balm filling my mouth. She bit down on my lower lip gently, pulling me closer to her chest as she did.

“Do you two have to be gay in the living room? At least make out somewhere with a door.” We split apart to see Connor standing there, a disgusted look on his face.

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Paul Request

I hope you had a great thanksgiving!! Can I have a Paul imagine where he hasn’t join the pack and him and the reader are like best friend. Then the reader would date a vampire and that triggers the wolf inside of Paul, around Christmas the vampire left her and Paul is not talking to her because the whole wolf pack thing. Then she came running to Paul’s house and he imprints on her, lastly the vampire came back after the reader and Paul got together. Sorry that’s like a lot :/


You honked the horn playful as you pulled into Paul’s driveway; almost right away he came running out tugging on a flannel shirt over his t-shirt. “Good afternoon,” you cheerfully grinned. “You just wake up?”

“How can you tell,” he said blankly with a chuckle.

“Because I know you well enough. Oh, and there still some drool on your cheek,” you laughed as he quickly flailed his arm at his cheek and rubbed the saliva away.

“Tell me again why you wanted me to come out with you today.”

“I want you to meet Adrian,” you reminded him. You saw him snarl to himself. “Oh, stop that,” you swatted him. “He’s a nice guy.”

“A nice guy would take you out on a nice day, not a dark, rainy one like today. And he’d pick you up for that matter too.”

“He’d have to go out of his way to pick me up so we’re meeting there. You haven’t even met him why are you acting like you hate him?”

“Because as far as I’m concerned no guy is ever gunna’ be good enough for my best friend,” he said turned away from you so you couldn’t see his disappointed face. You ignored the tone in his voice and kept looking straight, maybe if he wasn’t your best friend you’d date the guy.

You pulled into the parking lot and turned off your car. “Paul,” you turned to him, “do me a favor. Pretend to like Adrian. Give him a shot, ok? We’ve been dating for two months now and he’s been good to me. Promise me you’ll give him a shot?”

“I promise.” With that you two jumped out of the car and booked it out of the rain and into the restaurant.

“There he is,” you smiled and waved. “Adrian, hey,” you walked over and hugged him. Paul watched as Adrian shot a glare towards him as you hugged him. “Adrian, this is my best friend Paul. Paul, this is Adrian.” As soon as he saw him something went off in Paul. He didn’t like the guy, his blood started to boil, he could feel himself starting to sweat.

“I’ve heard a lot about you Paul,” Adrian said offering his hand.

Paul fought the urge to recoil from the coldness of Adrian’s hand. “Same here.”

“I got us a table for three, they said it should be ready any minute now,” Adrian smiled towards you.

You poked Adrian’s side, “Are you actually going to eat this time or just sit and watch me again,” you joked.

“I actually had a late breakfast so I’m not that hungry.”

“You and your eating habits…so weird,” you told him. “Paul can eat 24/7 and still be hungry,” you laughed and turned towards Paul. “Paul, are you ok? You look sick.”

“I…ugh,” he stammered, “I think I need a minute,” he rushed past you and ran into the bathroom.

“Is your friend ok?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “He was fine in the car. I’m going to go check on him,” you left Adrian and poked your head into the men’s bathroom. Since you didn’t see any guys in there you went inside and found the shut stall door. “Paul,” you softly said, “let me in.”

“No,” he growled, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Like what? Sick? Paul, I took care of you when you had the flu, I’m sure I can handle it.”

Reluctantly, he came out of the stall, a puddle starting to show on his undershirt. “You look awful, Pauly. I’m taking you home.”

“I’m fine,” he tried to dismiss you.

“Don’t argue with me, we’re going home. Let’s go. Go out to the car,” you handed him the keys, “I’ll be there in a second.”

You two left the men’s room and you walked towards Adrian. “Is your friend alright?”

“No, I’m afraid not. I have to take him home, I think he’s caught the flu or something. I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” he reassuringly smiled. “Go take care of your friend. We can go out later this week, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect.”

All ride home Paul was twisting and yelling out in pain. “I’m taking you to the res. Doctor, Paul, there’s something wrong.” As soon as you pulled into the small parking lot you were out and to his side. “Come on,” you lifted him out of the car and half dragged him into the office.

“What happened,” the Doctor asked. After you explained everything to him he nodded at you. “Go home, Y/N, we’ll call his family and take care of Paul here. Nothing to worry about.”

And that was the last time you saw Paul. After that day he refused to take your calls, refused to call you back, and every time you went to his house he wasn’t there. You had lost your best friend and had no idea why.

Months had passed and the snow was falling. It was December 19th and Adrian was leaving tomorrow to spend the holiday’s with his family. You grabbed your coat and drove to the cafe you were meeting him at. “Hi,” you brightly smiled at your boyfriend.

“Hey,” he said lacking luster. “I got you a coffee,” he handed the cup to you.

“Thanks. What the matter? You seem…off.”

“Y/N, sit down, we need to talk.”

“Ok….”

“I have to breakup with you.” Before you could ask why he continued, “I’m moving back towards my family. I didn’t expect to stay around here this long, but I did, and now I need to go. And I can’t continue our relationship once I go. Hell, I shouldn’t have started dating you in the first place.”

“So dating me was a mistake now?”

“Yeah, I guess it was.”

“Then have a nice life in wherever the hell you’re going,” you slammed your drink on the table and left.

You drove back to your house and slammed the door. After all these months of him acting like everything was perfect he changes his mind. He regrets your relationship now?! You grabbed your phone and dialed the number you knew by heart. “You’ve reached Paul. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you,” the voicemail you’d heard so often these past few months flooded your ears.

“Paul, it’s me…again. I…I know you don’t want to talk to me, I’ve gotten that message but…but I really need my best friend to talk to right now,” you felt tears weld in your eyes. But you were felt more sad about not reaching Paul than about having just broken up with your boyfriend. “Please, when you hear this, give me a call.”

Hours had passed and you still weren’t feeling tired. This whole time you sat stirring in anger; anger that Adrian had broken up with you, anger that he said you were a mistake, but mostly anger that Paul had heard the pain in your voice on all your calls and he still had chosen to ignore you.

It stirred and stirred until finally you felt it rupture. You shot up, grabbed your keys, and started speeding towards Paul’s house on the reservation.

His car was in the driveway and the lights were on. You stomped up the porch and let yourself in his home, slamming the door shut. Before you could enter the living room Paul stepped into view. “Y/N?” His face shifted from a confused stare to a blank look, like he wasn’t thinking anything.

“You’ve got some real nerve, you know that?” You pushed him out of your way and started pacing around the room. “Four months, you’ve been ignoring me. Four months, Paul! I must have left you a dozen messages, I must have come over a handful of times trying to catch you, but all those aren’t as bad as what happened tonight.” You picked up the phone on the couch and saw that he had listened to the voicemail you’d left him last night.

“I called you tonight needing to talk to my best friend and you ignored me! You listened to the message, or maybe you just straight deleted it, but I needed you and you were too self centered to-,” all he was doing was blankly staring at you. “Why are you just looking at me? Didn’t think I’d have the balls to come over here and tell you how much of a di-,” you were cut off by Paul’s lips crashing on yours.

“What,” you asked in a daze after he let go.

“I’ve loved you for years now I just never said anything and when I met Adrian…well something happened to me and…”

“So you stopped talking to me because I was dating Adrian?”

“No…Y/N, there’s a lot that I think you deserve to know.” And that’s when he told you everything.

*1 month later*

You and Paul were driving from town back towards the res. The pack was having another bonfire tonight and Paul had taken you out on a date and now you two were heading back. “Hey, can we stop by my house real quick? I forgot my coat and I’m not a personal heater like you guys are?” Paul grinned and laughed at your meekness.

“Who’s car is that,” Paul said turning on your street.

“That’s…Adrian’s.” You heard Paul starting huffing angrily right away. “Calm down, Pauly. I’m sure it just looks like his car, it’s probably not even his.” He reluctantly pulled over and you two made your way to the front door. Just a few steps away, Adrian stepped out from the shadows. “Adrian?”

“Y/N, hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you were doing. What’s that smell,” he said with a disgusted face.

“That’d be me,” Paul said bitterly.

“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you? I’d heard rumors about you guys. Can I have a second with Y/N?”

“No,” you both said at the same time. “What do you want, Adrian?”

“I wanted to apologize. I was a real jerk and it was because I was panicking. I was afraid to tell you my secret and afraid to see how you’d react. I’m sorry and I want to make things right.”

“Well thank you, Adrian, but I’ve moved on,” you reached out and grabbed Paul’s hand. “And I’m happy.”

“I understand,” he sadly lowered his head and walked back to his car.

“You’re happy,” Paul grinned like a kids at Christmas as he looked at you.

“Yeah, I am. For now at least,” you quipped at the end and poked his side, running up and into your house.

“Hey,” he chuckled and tried to sound offended. Then he took off after you, determined to make you pay.

anonymous asked:

is it ok if i ask for some positivity because im really depressed and in need of some love right now. So, ive been facing dysphoria since i was 8, ive always hated my chest, my feminine face, all of it. So i decided to tell my mom i was trans and she said i cant be since im 12. I asked her for a binder and she said she will not buy me one because im not trans. It's killing me at this point i feel suicidal. So, is it ok if i just get a few sincere words to lift me up? Thank you so much in advance

*wraps you in a blanket and sits next to you*

I’m so sorry dearest. You deserve better. I know it feels really hopeless right now. You’ve been so brave and I’m so proud of you. Parents can be awful honestly. But let me assure you that they are wrong, a lot. And your mom is wrong about this. You’re not to young to be trans. I’m not gonna tell you she’ll magically change her mind overnight. I’m not going to tell you she’ll change her mind at all. But I will tell you what’s true: it gets better. It takes a long time, and a lot of the times you’re gonna feel like that statement can’t possibly be true. It’s gonna take every ounce of strength you can afford to give it and sometimes more, but that’s where I come in, where your friends come in, why this community is bound so tightly together. We draw the courage to stand from each other. This community, this world, is better with you in it.

I love you. I’m always here or on my personal if you need anything at all. The sun does rise even after the longest, darkest nights. Stay alive to see the morning because I swear the beauty of it will be worth the wait.

~ Your Big Sib, Mod Kai 🐉

anonymous asked:

My bf and I just moved in together and he never learned to cook so I've been making him dinner most nights. I'm vegan he is not. I try to make him an omni meal (if I have a veggie burger he has a meat one, etc) tonight I was too tired to cook all night so made a vegan cottage pie that I've made a million times. He hated it. He said the lentils and veggies were gross and now he doesn't want to eat because I ruined his apetite. Am I overreacting because my feelings got hurt? I need some advice

Omg no, you’re not overreacting! Your feelings are valid and I’d probably throw the food in his face tbh. I refuse to cook omni food.

He is a grown up guy, what stopped him from learning how to cook?? How dare he insult you and the food you made!?
It’s ok to not like something, but to blame you for ruining his appetite is just unfair and rude. Maybe he should cook his own meals from now on or something?

You have every right to feel hurt. I would too. Remember, it’s not your duty to cater to his wishes. You do not have to cook an extra meal if you are tired. You do not have to cook an extra meal- period. He is a grown up behaving like a spoiled toddler and you do not deserve to be treated like that.
Maybe his parents should give him cooking lessons or something so he can finally grow up!?

(Also I would looove to have your recipe if you want to share it? Cause veggies and lentils are he shit 😊)

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Saw Hedwig tonight with me brother and I was definitely not disappointed. I was in the second row in the seat on the left end.
During ‘Sugar Daddy’ when he jumped off the stage he went a few rows back and did the car wash to a man and then took his glasses off and licked them and handed them back. Then he walked over to me looked at me messed up my hair, turned around and sat on me. (At this point my heart was beating so fast and I was minor-lay freaking out). Then he laid back onto me and my brother, licked my brothers face, sat up said “one for you too baby!” Licked my face and then got up. When he got back on the stage he pointed to the two of us and said “you two can share that later.” I was freaking out!! (The actual kiss went to a bald guy in the front, who he kissed on the top of the head lol).
After the show, by the stage door, the security people came out and told everyone not to ask for selfies because Darren had to get through a lot of people (understandable). HOWEVER, when he got to me the nice girl in front of me said oh honey you gotta say something to him. And he was like “what? You wanna talk ok let’s talk!” And I was like “oh yeah. Thanks for this [lipstick all over my face!],” as I was trying to hand him my phone to sign and he just took my phone and was about to sign it but stopped and was like “oh ya know I don’t do selfies because I have a lot of people to get through and I just hate them so much. They’re just the worse.” He was saying all this while taking selfies with me on my phone and doing his classic pose.

And that’s the story of how I got licked by Darren Criss and was the only one in the stage door crowd to get an actual selfie with him.

Stop quoting Stiles!

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Requested by anonymous: can you please do a dylan o'brien imagine where he’s been dating y/n for a while and they finally confirmed it and she’s getting a bunch of hate on social media and he gets protective of her and makes a statement about it?

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A/N: Enjoy!

Y/N P.O.V.

I closed my laptop and I try not to cry, I put my face on my pillow and I heard Dylan getting out of the bathroom.

“Babe, can you do a…. are you ok?”

I nod and he sits on the bed.

“Are you sure?” I nod again. “Let me see your face, look at me.”

“No.”

“Please.”

I sit down and I looked at him, my face was red for crying.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He puts me on his lap and I hug him.

“Since you said we were dating I can’t even post a picture on my instagram because everyone keeps sending me hate. I’m not even going on twitter anymore.”

“I’m so sorry. Really, I’m really sorry, babe.”

I put my face on his chest.

“I don’t want you seeing me cry.”

“But I think you look really beautiful when you cry.” He said.

“Stop quoting Stiles!” I said and he laughed.

“He’s your favorite. And it’s true.”

He grabbed his phone and opened twitter.

“What are you doing?”

I saw him typing and I smiled.

@DylanOBrien: pls stop sending hate to my girlfriend, she don’t deserve this, she likes everyone and supports me so please, don’t send hate to her :) love u guys

“Do you think it will help?”

“It will help a little.” He kissed me. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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klaroline + "i dont want someone less terrible than you... i want you!"

Super short, but I hope you enjoy this!


“I just killed twelve people.” Caroline said, her mind finally catching up with what she had done a few hours ago, the realisation dawning on her coldly.

She couldn’t look at Klaus in the eyes, she didn’t want to see his anger or his disappointment because she already knew she had fucked up, but most importantly, she didn’t want to see any sympathy in them. She didn’t feel as if she deserved it.

But then he touched her arm and she was feeling as if she couldn’t breathe, his soft “Hey” lured her gaze to his.

“You like you’re in need of comfort.” He said and she nodded eagerly, needing him to do or say something, because no matter how much she denied it, he always made her feel safe strong, so perhaps he could make it all ok… Then his compassionate features turned into a small smirk, his eyes full of anger, which confused her for a second. “Why don’t you find someone less terrible you could relate to?” he asked pointedly, letting go of her arm.

Caroline stared at him for a couple seconds, trying to process what had just happened.

Part of her really wanted to turn around and walk away, to leave him behind and convince herself that he was right – he was just a terrible person that she would never be able to relate to.

But she was tired and hurt and she wanted him to understand… The words were out of her mouth before she realised she had utter them.

“You are an asshole. You kill people and you like it. You made my friends’ lives miserable… You are a terrible person.” Caroline yelled, pushing him away as she turned around, tears already starting to fall from her eyes.

“Yes, Caroline, you said that last night.” He cut in acidly.

She turned to face him, wincing at how hurt he looked and she knew couldn’t stop talking, “I know, ok? I know I’m a total dick to you all the time. I know that I keep pushing you away and hurting you, just because I can’t deal with the fact that I have feelings for you. And I hate doing it. I hate doing it, because I care about you and I don’t want to hurt you and I keep telling myself that you deserve it since you are a terrible person… But I just killed twelve witches and they are not the first people that I’ve murdered. Also, I just made it possible so that a billion years old monster or whatever can come back to life and basically destroy the world. So I guess that qualifies me as a terrible person as well. And now you are doing to me what I do to you and I can’t handle it… I just- I don’t want someone less terrible than you, I want you.”

Klaus’s face was hard as he listened to Caroline and he kept on staring at her once she was finished, which didn’t help her to calm down as she waited for his reaction.

And then, in a fraction of a second, she felt his strong arms around her, pulling her closer. She melted into the hug, a sob escaping her lips as she buried her head on the crook of his neck, his hands caressing her hair. “It’s ok, love. Everything will be ok.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, “For being horrible and for fucking up everything with Silas…”

“You’re not horrible, Caroline. You’re not even a terrible person as you so called yourself. You simply have to adjust your morals… You’re no longer human, love. Even if you choose not to kill when you feed or for your amusement, there’ll still be times where you’ll have to take someone’s life for your survival or to protect the lives of those you love. You’re still so young, sweetheart, and you have so much to learn. You’ll understand what I’m saying eventually. As for Silas, I have no doubt that, eventually, they’d complete the ritual. And there were also two other sacrifices, one of them being my fault. It wasn’t only your actions that enabled this to happen.” He said soothingly.

Caroline held him tighter, feeling him smile against her hair. “Thank you… For staying with me, for digging the graves, for this…”

“Always.” He vowed.

And maybe it was a little strange, considering he refused to comfort her only moments ago, but somehow, she knew in her heart that she could believe in him.

Caroline would deal with the consequences of his promises and of her words later… In that moment, she relaxed in his arms, letting Klaus calm her down and ease her worries.

Perhaps he wasn’t so terrible after all. At least not for her.

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hi im maki nishikikiksnnso an d i lov nico yazawawawa!.!!.!1! jk i haTE HER because i’m tsundere and that so i hate nico!1!1!1!!1

today i was compozing for our gruop of idosl called μ’s like a soap and she came and she was like she was like so serious face and she talked with her mouht and said “hey maki ((((thats my name ehehheheheheheh)))) wanna know somethING???1?2?3” and i was lkie “yayayayyaa ok yazawahebwa show me”

“i kinda like youre face” and then she kissed me so love and i blushinglyyly said “nico i love you i want you i compose thinking of youre imp body and kkis me more pleas”

so we kkissesds and then zurui yO.

A/N: heheheh guys sthanks you for rwadingsss i’ll do nzozoeli later hahahahahahah xDdDdDxDdDd rawr

WHEN YOU THINK YOU KNOW SOMEONE... BUT

So today I found out that my coworker is a fucking racist ass bitch. After last night I was all up in my Richonnes feels, so naturally I woke up this morning wanting to share all of that goodness and tell the world that Richonne is cannon (literally, my neighbor while leaving the house this morning, the girl standing in front of me at Starbucks, Joe the security guy at work). While also sharing my love for my other ships Bamon, Westallen, Ichabbie I even talked about Olicity who is already official up in this bitch. I was all over the damn place.

So I got to work all smiles and all happy, until this hoe came over and asked me why I was so happy, I told her because I just saw the best episode of TWD, then she was like “oh so you watch TWD” I said yes then she said “yeah it was a nice episode but the whole Michonne and Rick thing what was that all about?” look I am like one of these people who is ok with someone not liking my ships, but I sure will try to convince you to jump ship and come to this side of the boat. So I asked her why she didn’t like the pairing just to see what I have to work it. Ok before I go any further, keep in mind that my kids hang out with her kids, I go out clubbing with this bitch; her daughters 8 and 15 are in the same cheer team as my 15 and 8 years old girls respectively, she is married to a Hispanic dude name Jose. So I thought I knew this bitch ok. Until her answer to the question was “because she is BLACK”.

Everything went black, because only the lord knows how I wanted to shoved that stapler down her fucking throat. I gave her that look that says bitch you better get out of my fucking face right. Then she said “well I believe that certain races should not get together”. I was like bitch you married a fucking Jose mother fucking Gonzales, she was like “well he is not black now is he”. So I am getting up right cause I am about to punch a bitch in the face, our other coworker Carol who was listening in to the conversation who is white also came over and pulled me away. So I told her ok so let me guess, this whole time we’ve been hanging out, you coming to my house almost every fucking weekend to chill and have a couple of beer. Our kids getting together to practice and our husbands hanging out, you mean to tell me you were racist this whole time? I was like girl you need to go into acting because WOW. She said “don’t get me wrong I don’t hate black people, I don’t have anything against you, I just don’t think that it is ok for two different races to mingle, it is just not natural”. So Carol was like “wow Hun there is something wrong with you, you need some help… no you need Jesus” I wanted to tell her well I guess when you look at your kids you must be really disappointed because them kids don’t look white to me, then I was like no because you know I have kids and it’s not ok to talk about people’s children like that. So I left it alone and just walked away. Plus nothing could take away my joy today, not even her racist ass. But guess who is going to talk about that shit on tuesday at cheer practice? Yep I am going to let everyone know who this bitch really is.

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| Requested by allisonlollipops: A swazz imagine where you guys hate each other but then the guys make you to be Friends and it ends with something cute?

MASTERLIST

“Ew, John Swift.” I said as I entered Johnsons house.

“Ew, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He said in the same tone.

 I rolled my eyes and walked over to Jack J. “What is she doing here? She’s fucking annoying.”

She is in the room, you stupid.” I didn’t like John or ‘Swazz’ because he’s such a prick.

When we first met, he threw a fucking ball in my face. And let’s not say that it was ‘an accident’. “Do you see me caring?”

“Ok, John.” I answered coldly.

“You two are like fucking 12 year-olds.” Gilinsky shouted.

“I agree. Why the fuck don’t you guys like each other? You are literally the same person.” Nate said.

“The same person?” John and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and scoffed.

“You see?” Nate repeated.

I rolled my eyes at the boys and sat on the couch. John wouldn’t stop me from being friends with the guys, though.

I admit, he was cute. But whenever he opened his mouth, he wasn’t that cute anymore.

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Joss Whedon Calls “Horsesh*t” On Reports He Left Twitter Because Of Militant Feminists

“When filmmaker Joss Whedon decided to delete his Twitter account on Monday, the day after his film Avengers: Age of Ultron scored the second-highest domestic opening weekend ever, it prompted a flurry of speculation about what, or who, might have driven him away. Whedon found one theory — that he left Twitter due to militant feminists angered over his depiction of Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson) in the film — particularly galling, so much so that he decided to break his silence.

“That is horseshit,” he told BuzzFeed News by phone on Tuesday. “Believe me, I have been attacked by militant feminists since I got on Twitter. That’s something I’m used to. Every breed of feminism is attacking every other breed, and every sub-section of liberalism is always busy attacking another sub-section of liberalism, because god forbid they should all band together and actually fight for the cause.

“I saw a lot of people say, ‘Well, the social justice warriors destroyed one of their own!’ It’s like, Nope. That didn’t happen,” he continued. “I saw someone tweet it’s because Feminist Frequency pissed on Avengers 2, which for all I know they may have. But literally the second person to write me to ask if I was OK when I dropped out was [Feminist Frequency founder] Anita [Sarkeesian].”

What did happen, Whedon said, is that he chose to embrace his longstanding desire post–Age of Ultron to reclaim his personal life and creative spark — and that meant saying goodbye to Twitter. “I just thought, Wait a minute, if I’m going to start writing again, I have to go to the quiet place,” he said. “And this is the least quiet place I’ve ever been in my life. …  

While Whedon is adamant that feminist criticisms were not the catalyst for his decision, it is clear that some of the distracting uproar that was crowding his notifications and squeezing his creativity came from at least a nominally feminist point of view.

“I’ve said before, when you declare yourself politically, you destroy yourself artistically,” he said. “Because suddenly that’s the litmus test for everything you do — for example, in my case, feminism. If you don’t live up to the litmus test of feminism in this one instance, then you’re a misogynist. It circles directly back upon you.”

One example: Before Age of Ultron had opened, Whedon tweeted that he was frustrated that a clip from the upcoming film Jurassic World was “‘70s era sexist” — something Whedon later regretted, telling Variety it was “bad form.” At the same time, Whedon was clearly exasperated by some of the negative commentary about his tweet. “There was a point during the whole Jurassic World thing where someone wrote the phrase ‘championing women marginalizes them,’ and I was like, OK! We’re done! The snake hath et its tail,” he told BuzzFeed News. “There’s no way to find any coherence when everything has to be parsed and decried.”

As far as Whedon is concerned, however, anyone blaming feminists for driving him away from social media are not only wrong, they are missing the point about the relationship between internet trolls and feminists on Twitter.

“For someone like Anita Sarkeesian to stay on Twitter and fight back the trolls is a huge statement,” he said. “It’s a statement of strength and empowerment and perseverance, and it’s to be lauded. For somebody like me to argue with a bunch of people who wanted Clint and Natasha to get together [in Avengers 2], not so much. For someone like me even to argue about feminism — it’s not a huge win. Because ultimately I’m just a rich, straight, white guy. You don’t really change people’s minds through a tweet. You change it through your actions. The action of Anita being there and going through that and getting through that and women like her — that says a lot.”

So while some of the hate directed at Whedon did take the form of death threats, Whedon said he never saw anything on Twitter that escalated to the level of what feminists like Sarkeesian have had to face just about every day. “Nothing that made me go, ‘Wait, they’re calling from my house,’” he said. “It was like, OK, these guys don’t understand about hyperbole.”

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anonymous asked:

Ok I'll tell you why it was bad. My sister asked me why batman and sups stopped fighting. I said with a straight face because their moms share the same name. I don't care how much you like bvs and how "emotional" it was for Bruce, you have to admit that's the lamest/funniest reason to stop fighting. Also, the camera wouldn't stop fucking shaking I thought we were past the bad cinematography with MOS

anon continued: Another thing, I couldn’t stop laughing at Bruce’s weird ass visions so I guess I don’t hate bvs that much since it made me laugh at it. What if… Civil War is getting good reviews because it’s a good movie and Batman v Superman got bad reviews because it was a bad movie? Nah, Marvel is just bribing the critics to get good reviews. That’s the only logical reason.

Okay, sorry, anon, I don’t think you understood, or maybe didn’t try to understand the reasoning behind the Martha thing. Or maybe even the whole movie. 

This explains it quite nicely. But if you need to understand further, here we go:

Basically, the whole movie was based on a monumental and actually realistic misunderstanding between Bruce and Clark that is deeply rooted in modern society’s cynicism. And yes, I’m going to rant, because I’m not just “assuming” that the critics are biased because I liked bvs and they didn’t. I know the critics were biased because many things that they claimed were purposeless or illogical in the film were actually quite purposeful if you bothered to pay attention (such as the Martha thing, for instance)

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He gets a new girlfriend and you dont like her (nash and shawn) part4

Shawn:
Your 16
“Y/n” your dad shouts
“Yeah” i shout back
“Come here i need to tell you something” he shouts back,
I lock my phone and jump up from my bed,
I run down the long spiral stairs,i get to the bottom and
Come to a halt,
I saw my dad there with. Smile in his face,i smile back at him and then my
Eyes wander to the side of him,my face drops,i look to see emily,
My dads girlfriend stood there,
“Whats she doing here?” I ask.
“Dont be rude y/n” dad says,
I sigh loudly
“What do you want to tell me?” I asked impatiently tapping my foot,
“Well..” He starts,
Oh my god are they getting married please no god.
“Emily is moving in with us” he says really fast.
Anger boils up inside of me,clearly dad notices
“Are you ok?” He asks
And then i burst
“AM I OK? WELL SEEING AS YOU WANT TO KNOW SO MUCH ILL TELL YOU,
NO IM NOT OK,MOM DIED OK SHES GONE,AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS GETTING IN ANOTHER GIRLS PANTS,IF YOU THINK IM GOING TO TREAT LIKE A PRINCESS THEN THINK AGAIN,BECAUSE SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER,AND SHE NEVER WILL BE,I HATE HER AND I HATE YOU,FUCK OFF” i scream,
Dads face softens then goes back to angry
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN GET IN ANOTHER GIRLS PANTS,I LOVED YOUR MOTHER AND I LOVE YOU,BUT I HAVE TO MOVE ON,I CANT STAY IN THE PAST OK ,IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH THEN YOU SHOULD GO” he shouts back at me
I cowered down in front of him,dad never shouts.
Tears run down my face,i wipe them away and more quickly replace them
“Ok then,ill go,you stay here and play happy families with her,once you realise i was right,
Dont run back to me with apologies,because i hate you,i hate you so so much,you chose her over me,someone youve barely known for over 2 months,your an idiot,dont call me,or text me,because i dont want to hear it,and as for you” i say pointing at emily
“I hate you” i said as i walked away,
I could hear my dad crying but i honestly couldnt care less,im going to stay with uncle matt,i dont know for how long,but i just cant do with this right now.

Nash:
Your 15
“Y/n whats this on your arm” dad says pointing to a bruise on my arm
“Oh nothing” i say looking down
“I mustve bumped into something” i say trying to laugh it off,
“You’re lying” he said,fuck.
“No im not” i say looking away
“Yes you are,are you getting bullied at school?” He askes concerned
I wish i could tell him,but i just cant,it’ll break his heart,
His girlfriend,jenny. Had been abusing me,from the second we met i knew she was up to something
She hits me any chance she gets,punches me,pinching me,even biting.
Yeah shes that crazy.
I just hate her so much,
I wish she would just leave.
But my dad loves her,even if i told him he wouldnt belive me.
“Please tell me” he said
“Dad you wont believe me” i say looking down again.
“I will just please,i know its hard,yanno not really having a mom to talk to,about this sort of stuff but,i promise im always here for you” he said hugging me,
“Its jenny” i say quietly,
“What about her?” He said letting go of me,
“S-she hits me” i said even quieter
“Dont lie y/n”
“Dad its the truth i promise” i said
“I knew you wouldnt believe me”
“YOU’RE LYING” he shouts
“NO I-” i was cut off by the sound of high heels walking on the marble floor,
I look up and see jenny standing there, i grunt
“JENNY PLEASE TELL ME THAT SHE IS LYING WHEN SHE SAYS YOU HAVE BEEN HITTING
HER” dad screams,jenny looks at me,
I give her a ‘please tell the truth’ sorta look
“I dont know what shes talking about” she says smiling at dad fakely
“WHY WOULD YOU MAKE SOMETHING SO SICK AND TWISTED AS THAT UP”
“IM NOT MAKING IT UP YOU ASSHOLE,ITS TRUE,SHE HITS ME WHEN YOUR NOT AROUND, I DIDNT WANT TO SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’D BE HURT,GO FUCK YOURSELF DAD” i scream,i run upstairs and lock myself in my room and cry for what seems like forever
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YAYAY FINALLY PART 4 mEssage me for part 5:)

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