what happens when you have shitty phones

gczebos  asked:

hcs for modern!reddie as each other's emergency contacts? give me some hurt/comfort angst omg

Y’all don’t hate me for this please theres MINOR characters death and major injuries in this okay thanks


-Eddie is asleep in his room
-he’s always been a heavy sleeper
-that’s why he doesn’t wake up to the sound of the fire alarms goin off
-or the smoke and fire engulfing his room
-but he does wake up when he’s on the stretcher, going to the hospital

-“who’s this kids emergency contact??” Eddie hears the paramedics talking
-“his mom but she.. she’s in the other ambulance”
-“well who do we call??”
- “ghostbusters”

-nope just kidding, y’all thought

- richie richie richie
-“my best friend,, richie” eddie tells them and he’s barely conscious but he recites his number over and over until they’re on the phone with him
- they tell richie what happened and richie is already speeding to the hospital in his shitty pick up truck

-when richie gets to eddies hospital room, he sees him hooked up to all of these machines
-and it barely looks like Eddie
-but somehow he’s still beautiful than ever

-“hey eds..”
- for once in his life richie had nothing to say
-Eddie cries the second he hears richie speak
-“ babe it’s okay.. you’re alive.. you’re alive and I’m right here with you okay??”
-“I thought I never would have been able to tell you that I love you”
- “you tell me all the time, eds”
- “no richie.. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.. I love you, Richie Tozier.”
-richie finally gets it and then he also starts crying
-“I love you too, and I’m never, ever, EVER, going to let anything happen to you, i promise”
-richie is there when he drifts off soundly, exhaustion taking over him

-richie is there when the nurses come in and tell Eddie the bad news
-his mom didn’t make it out alive
-the 3rd degree burns on his skin will scar
-richie is there when Eddie cries harder than ever before, and he holds his hand and lets eddie squeeze him tighter than anything
-richie is still there when the nurses attempt to escort him out when Eddie throws himself into a panic attack
-he does not leave
-he stokes eddies face and hair and kisses his cheeks and hands and tells him that he is there

-richie is always going to be there

dazeli  asked:

Oh man, you're taking prompts, I have a mighty need from some Jack/Bitty and French <3

I DIDN’T FORGET ELI!!!! I JUST…. ACCIDENTALLY WROTE… A LOT…. please enjoy my transparent excuses to use metropolitan french whenever possible and also my sister’s brief cameo under a pseudonym about which she knows nothing!

translations provided via hovertext–i’m fsl so it’s very possible there are mistakes, but i was pretty diligent about proofreading so *crosses fingers.*


“Papa, j’peux pas faire ça.”

Bitty is definitely not eavesdropping.

Ransom is in full panic mode in their bathroom, so he’d had no choice but to use Jack and Shitty’s. Shitty’d told Eric it was alright on his way out the door.

Plus, all those French vowels, so much rounder and more satisfying than in artsy Parisian films, just sort of reach out to the ear. They demand to be heard, if not understood.

Plus, Jack’s voice is so strained, so sad, so terrified that Bitty only manages to stay on his side of the door because his not-eavesdropping probably wouldn’t help.

“Ouais, j’veux jouer, mais—j’suis gay.”

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Single - BadBoy!Calum Smut

inspired by Daddy Issues and Single by The Neighbourhood - masterlist


God she’s beautiful.

The first time I’d seen her in a year and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Weddings almost always made me uncomfortable but with her in the room I never wanted to leave.

“You’re staring again.” My cousin, Luke, nudged me out of my daydream.

“Shut up.” I scoffed at the blonde boy opposite me, although avoided his eye contact and fiddled with the watch strapped across my tattooed wrist.

“It’s obvious you’ve still got a crush on her.” He laughed, glancing over his shoulder to where she was spinning round his baby sister with a grin lighting up her face.

I immediately felt my jealousy flare up and slapped Luke’s head round so he’d be facing me again.

“Wow I wonder why she’s not falling back into your arms?!” Luke sourly quipped as he rubbed his head.

I was about to curse him out but she came bounding over, begging us for a dance. She took my breath away, I was lucky she was talking to me.

“Come on you guys! It’s almost the last song!”

She loved weddings. She said she loved the meaning behind them, two souls becoming one. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her and nodded at her invitation.

“Luke’s feeling tired.” I lied through my teeth and he just lightly snorted at my attempt to keep him seated.

As I followed her to the dance floor I gave Luke the middle finger from behind my back to which I’m sure he returned his own.

The steady beat of the pop song that had been playing for the last few minutes quickly scratched out and was replaced with a slow song the second we stepped onto the hardwood. I could see she wasn’t expecting the sudden change but I couldn’t let her slip from my grasp. With a small cheesy grin I wrapped my hand securely around her waist and pulled her close to me, not hesitating for a second. I was sure I looked dumb with an uncontrollable smile on my face as I soaked her in whilst rocking side to side, but I didn’t care. It’s not like I could figure out how to get rid of it when I was around her. She seemed content at our positioning, maybe I had a second chance with her.

“What are you thinking about?” She looked up at me and reached her arms up around my neck.

Her touch that I had yearned for for too long sent warm sparks through my body.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, baby.” I winked before realising my mistake.

I can’t help calling her baby even though I shouldn’t. When we were together I barely called her anything else. It still felt right.

“Baby?” She whispered the word as if it was filthy. When I used to whisper it, it was.

“Slip of the tongue.” I apologised, tearing my eyes away from her in embarrassment.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was acting like a bumbling idiot in front of her. I guess the year apart didn’t give me as much closure as I thought it had.

“No it wasn’t.” She spoke softly but she knew I was listening.

I didn’t know how to respond. I had no clever one-liner. I could only get lost in her eyes and leave my mouth parted ready for words that weren’t forming.


I was rudely pulled from her gaze by a cold mutter of my name.

“Sir.” I pulled my hands away from her immediately, the absence of her touch making me feel hollow.

“Dad? Please…” She looked around at the busy dance floor, obviously not wanting to cause a scene at her aunt’s wedding.

“You stay away from her.”

Before I knew it I was being marched out the doors by the scruff of my smart white shirt. I lost my footing and stumbled onto the paved stones lining the front of the building. I fell forward but just managed to stay standing, turning on my heels to face the man that chucked me out on my ass for the second time in my life.

“I told you to stay away.” He spat at me like I was dirt, I didn’t know how to explain to him I was sorry for everything.

“I can’t… I love her.” It took everything I could to stop my voice from breaking.

“You lost that privilege when you broke her heart. You’ll never get her back.”

“I’d like to find that out for myself, thanks Dave.” The only person I needed to hear that from was Y/N herself.

I never meant to hurt her, and she needed to know. Before another word was uttered he reached out and slapped me hard across the face. It sounded worse than it felt but my vision spun as I touched my sore cheek in shock.

“Feel better?” I’ve been hit harder before, he has a weak swing.

The man in front of me seethed, his shoulders heaving up and down. He scoffed and shook his head at the ground.

“You’re a waste of space, Hood. I’m her father,” He took a few steps towards me but I stayed put, staring him down, “Do you understand what that means? I guess not, seeing as yours left you. I actually care for my daughter, and out of you and me, she will always pick me.”

My fists curled at my sides and I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears. He was fighting dirty and it took everything I had not to punch the 50-something square in the jaw.

“See, that’s the difference between us,” I said through gritted teeth, “I’d never make her choose.”
He didn’t say anything else, just huffed and gave me a dirty look before making his way towards the muted music emanating from the wedding reception. I spat on the ground as he walked away, clenching my jaw before walking towards the wall of the fancy hotel and kicking it hard. I raised my fist and let it hover close to the brick and cement, furrowing my brows deeply and trying to reason with myself hoping my anger wouldn’t take over like it has done so many times before.

There she was. Saving me from myself yet again.

“We shouldn’t be alone together bab-” I stopped short, dropping my head and sighing before finally working up the courage to look at her.

She looked ethereal. Her dress hugged her in all the right places and the crimson colour matched her parted lips. I studied every element of her face, afraid that after tonight I’d never see her again.


“I’m sorry… about him.” You spoke, tentatively taking a step closer to the dark haired boy brooding in the shadows of the sun just beginning to set.

He looked good, his smart shirt had become crumpled - no thanks to your fathers rough handling - and was messily untucked from his ripped skinny jeans. His curly hair was sticking up on end due to his habit of running his fingers through it. Your eyes flitted down to his full pink mouth, the studs on either side of his lower lip instinctively making you pull your own through your bottom teeth. He raised his pierced eyebrow at you, reading you like a book and making you feel slightly insecure. He always knew what you were thinking, and right now that would be dangerous, because he looked even more gorgeous than he did a year ago.

“I don’t care about him, I want to know how you are. I didn’t mean to–”

You had forgotten how hypnotising his lips were.

“I thought you would come back for me,” You interjected, you had to stop him talking or you were sure you’d jump back into the arms of the boy who broke your heart, “When I heard that you left I didn’t know what to do. I–” You swallowed back the lump in your throat, Calum was an arms length away now, like he was being drawn to you, “I cried for days.” As you spoke your voice cracked and your tough exterior came crumbling down, tears slowly rolling down your face.

You felt strong arms around you, cradling you. You looked up at Calum through your wet eyelashes.

“I didn’t mean any of this, please,” He sounded broken, “I did come back for you, I did, I did,” He was muttering under his breath, until he fell completely silent, “Your dad stopped me seeing you… He didn’t tell you I came, did he?” He said in a faint whisper of realisation.

“W-what?” You felt dizzy.

Your father had said that Calum cursed you out, calling you awful names you didn’t want to believe. Turns out you shouldn’t have.

“He threatened me if I ever came back to your house, he said…” Calum drifted off, not wanting to upset you more.

You took a shuddering breath and pulled away from Calum’s embrace so you could look him directly in the eye. Everything you thought you knew could be wrong, you went through all that torment not because of Calum… but because of your father.

“You ignored every call I made to you in the last year. True or not true?” The stories of events that had happened last year were unravelling.
“Not true,” Calum scratched the back of his neck as he sighed and explained, “I threw my phone at a wall in a bar soon after that night, got kicked out and lost all the data. I didn’t have any money to buy a new one for months after that, when I could it was a shitty Nokia.”

“You cheated on me. True or not true?”
“What? I never– Who told you that?” Calum seemed outraged at that last accusation, it took him two seconds to join the dots, “Your dad.”

You nodded, hanging your head and staring at your feet; all the anger you had felt towards Calum dissipated. Your lungs felt like they had released a breath you’d been holding for months. The little broken boy you knew a year ago was still in front of you, still searching for a place to call home in your arms. And you were going to let him.

“You love me. True or not true?”

Your lips parted in a small gasp when you heard him ask his own question. Calum’s fingers hooked under your chin and tilted your jaw so you were gazing right at him.

“Do you even have to ask?” You could feel your heart swelling as if a fist was clutching it.

“No.” He gave you small grin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, watching your face carefully.

He looked at you as if you were fine china and he was afraid you’d shatter if he held you too tightly. You looked at him and saw art with a message only you could decipher. You held your breath as he leaned in close to you, your mouths mere centimeters apart. Closing your eyes you could feel the air from his lungs fanning across your skin as he spoke softly.

“I’ll never stop loving you.”

Your mouth broke into a small grin before he closed the gap between you two. All of a sudden it seemed as if he had been gone an hour and not a year, his lips caressing yours so expertly. Before you could stop yourself, tears were leaking down your face, you were overcome with emotion. A year of your life was wasted hating Calum for things he never did. Calum slowly withdrew from you, placing his arms on your shoulders and looking into your glassy eyes.

“Come here little girl.”

You collapsed at his words. He let you break down in his arms, holding you tightly to his chest. Safe.

You felt him kiss the top of your head, making you look up at the the rich dark brown colour of his eyes. No more words needed to be said, you wound your fingers into the thick curls at the back of his head and kissed him deeply. You were suddenly yearning for him. For his touch, his taste. His hands settled on your waist and held your hips tightly against his. As he did so an involuntary moan left your mouth, only encouraging the tan boy more. Tingles were igniting all over your body where your bare skin touched his and you had never felt more alive or more desperate.

“Need you.” You mumbled against his lips, a moan following your words as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and nipped gently.

Calum didn’t need persuading.

He tore himself away from you, somewhat reluctantly, and took your hand in his, beckoning you towards his car in the far part of the car park. He fumbled with the keys and unlocked the battered Jeep, letting you enter first. You felt like a kid again, making out at the back of school and trying not to get caught.

You moved to the far end of the backseat, pulling Calum in by his collar. How did someone manage to look so irresistible in just a plain white button down?

“Goddamn that shirt.” You mumbled as Calum crawled over you, smashing his lips to yours, sending a rush a wetness between your legs.

“Like it?” He grinned against your mouth, teasingly only giving you tiny kisses now.

“You know I do.” You tilted your head back so he’d start sucking on your neck.

Luckily he took the hint and began paying attention to the sweet spot near your ear, knowing it’d have you writhing. As much as you were enjoying the attention he was giving you, you felt like you had to repay the favour, you were aching to hold him. You reached and began to undo his buttons, finally pushing the fabric off his shoulders and revealing his toned torso to you. Your eyes darted across his chest, surprised to see additions to his arm of tattoos. You gently ran your fingers across the new ink, stopping Calum in his pursuit of branding your neck with his mouth.

“When did you get these?” You whispered, looking back and forth between Calum and his arm.

“Uh, a few months ago.” He shrugged, his hungry gaze fixated on your lips, making you break into a small smile.

“They’re nice.” You hummed as he ran his thumb across your lips.

“Still gotta take you to get your first.” He said, kissing your cheek gently, then your neck, then your collarbone.

You pressed your hand against his chest, backing him up and then grabbing the hem of your dress, that had ridden up to round your waist. You lifted it over your head and abandoned it on the car floor, letting Calum see you. His breath hitched when he saw what you were showing him. In small delicate ink read the word “Baby” on the left side of your torso.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at the word. He startled you when he finally moved, grabbing your waist and kissing you with his slightly swollen lips.

You succumbed to his forceful grip, letting his hips rest between your legs. You reached between your bodies and unzipped his jeans sloppily, both of you now getting desperate for real friction. Neither of you cared that Calum was still half dressed, or that you still had underwear on, you just needed each other. Now.

Calum pulled away from you, looking at you for permission as he pumped his length, his trousers barely down his thighs. You laid your hand on his, pulling him back for a deep kiss. You let out a high pitched sigh as he sunk into you, the denim still on him providing a friction against your thighs you didn’t know could feel so good. Calum stilled in you, letting you adjust and just revelling in the feeling, his head sunk into the crook of your neck. You wound your fingers in his hair as he began to move, his need for you too great for him to tease. His length was stretching you blissfully, the feeling heightening your senses and tightening you around him. Calum was thrusting fast, spurred on by your moans. You whimpered as he hit your g spot, and you bucked your hips to meet him, the fast pace he had set would mean neither of you would last long. He reached a hand down between your bodies, the muscles of his other arm straining as they fought to hold him up over you. His skilled fingers began rubbing circles on your clit, causing you to arch your back and tighten around him. His hips stuttered and he let out a wrecked groan as you did so, his fingers working overtime to get you off first.

“Gonna cum?” He asked, knowing very well the answer was yes as your mouth was fixed in a permanent ‘o’ shape, “Gonna cum for me baby?”

“Y-yes.” You choked out, your hips bucking wildly as your released with a series of loud moans.

You reached up and dragged your fingernails down Calum’s chest as you whimpered his name, your high being dragged out as he continued to pump into you. He began to let out small grunts, desperately seeking out his release until he finally let go, groaning and his arms giving way, leaving his panting form to fall onto you.

He stayed inside you, both of you holding the other in silence, knowing the inevitability of having to let go but refusing to for just a few moments longer.

“Come with me.” Calum said, swiping his dark curls from his sweaty forehead and making an effort to sit up, pulling out.

You both shuddered as he did so, still sensitive from your orgasms.

“I want to,”

“But…?” Calum said, predicting your next word forlornly.

“I have a job here, friends, family.”

“I have that on the road!” Calum protested, trying to keep his voice calm as he pleaded, “I found these guys, we’ve made a band and people are liking it. We’ve been spotted by this massive management team and… I want you to be part of it. I need you by my side, or else none of it will be worth anything. Please babe.” His voice cracked and you knew you couldn’t say no.

Who were you kidding? Your job was long hours for minimal wage, you couldn’t trust your family anymore and all your close friends had moved away for work or university.


“Okay?” He seemed stunned, but quickly a massive grin broke out on his face.

You nodded reassuringly, “Okay.” Giggling as he threw his arms around you.

“I love you.” He mumbled into your neck.

“I love you more.”

“No you don’t.”

reblogyosheit  asked:

Okay, but imagine a headcanon where Midoriya and Todoroki are worried about leaving their kids over at Bakugou's, but Uraraka and Yaoyorozu put 100% of their faith in him (I've recently taken a liking kacchako and bakumomo)



-Todo finds it odd how their son love Uncle Katsuki. In fact if it weren’t for Momo’s constant reminder of how ‘Bakugou is actually not that bad! He’s different from when you first met him!’, Todoroki would rather take their son to his hero office instead

-”No crap Bakugou’s different than when you first met him, if he were the same I’d be moving far, far away right after graduation,” Todoroki would reply.

-Kazu, their eldest son, seems to really like learning karate from Bakugou

-”Awww, you know Bakugou actually has a soft spot for Kazu, especially when he’s in his little Darth Vader costume….remember that time when Bakugou took him out on Halloween?” 

“Yes, I remember. Our son came home at 1 am that night, do you remember how worried we both were? And Bakugou didn’t answer his phone?! How about that time when Kazu started SWEARING in front of my sister?? I mean swearing in front of my shitty dad is fine but….Fuyumi though….” 

- Todoroki calls Midoriya to vent ‘cas no way in hell was he gonna put Kazu with Bakugou again. Over his dead body maybe.


-Midoriya picks up and tells him that Uraraka feels the same way as Momo??? Like what the hell happened? Zombie virus? Brain-eating bacteria? Were their wives going crazy?

-Izuocha’s two daughters have tea parties with Bakugou and Kirishima apparently, and Bakugou actually makes the scones and finger sandwiches.

-”Ochako, you think we should pick up the girls right away after we come home from your parents’ place?”

“I think we should just let them sleepover at Bakugou’s, he texted earlier and said that the two were already fast asleep.”

“EHH? but….but….”

“Izuku you don’t have to worry about it, relax! He’s great with our girls, you’ve seen him teach them self-defense and ….ah, you remember when he taught them to bake brownies? That was so cute!!!”

-In the end Midoriya and Todoroki just sighed….forced to have faith in the King of Explodokills



Obligatory annual photo (with a shitty phone camera). So, 34 now - I think I can start to officially call myself middle-aged lol.

What I want to say to younger peeps at this “mature” age is that take your time. Don’t stress and worry that you’re 20-something (or younger than that) and not knowing that you’d do or what you’d become. I’m 34; I have NO IDEA what I will become when I “grow old”. I have no plans made. I honestly don’t ever know what’s going to happen the next 6 months or so. 

I have wishes and dreams, though, as those are always important, both for your well-being and for your natural creative energy. For the next personal year I wish to write - a lot. I wish to travel more. I wish to finally start to collect bigger tattoos. I wish to draw more and earn more money with it. I wish to be paid for what I love to do. I wish to continue playing games, enjoying comics and cartoons. I wish to grow more and contemplate things even deeper. I wish to be even more happier, more often than I already am. I wish to keep up with my dreams even when others wouldn’t agree. I wish to continue enjoying whatever I do enjoy regardless of others opinions. I wish to listen to more Billy Idol. I wish to get diet back together and thus get my allergies calmed down. 

Thanks for sticking with me one year - some of you have stayed a lot longer than that! Thank you for that.

Gone || Chapter 1

Author: @punkof-pop
Pairing: Stiles Stilisnki x Female OC
Words: 5925
Warnings: None
A/N: This is also posted on Wattpad and AO3 but I decided to post it her just cause. Requests for one-shots/two shots are open. Also not my gif, credit to owner. If this is your gif, please message me so I can credit you.
Prt. 2, Prt. 3, Prt. 4
Prompt list

     Bleach and latex. They’re clean smelling but also pretty repulsive; that is unless you spend as much time in a hospital as I do. They start to smell more like your home than your actual house. Your clothes reek of the sanitary scent. It’s in your hair and your skin. Eating a McDonald’s cheeseburger from the dollar menu becomes the best-tasting thing on the planet from all the bland hospital food and vending machine snacks. Hospitals.

    It bothered me at first, really, it did. Who likes being at hospitals? I suppose nurses and doctors, people who work in them. But, as a civilian, does anyone really like being in a hospital? Doubtful. Well, maybe those people who grew up in them or something. They’re just uncomfortable and unless you’re around for a wanted birth, hospitals usually aren’t happy places to be. People are dying all over the place and getting diagnosed with cancer, HIV, Hepatitis C, Dementia. Hospitals are downright depressing but after awhile, that wears off and you just walk the halls like someone didn’t just flatline in front of their dad or someone didn’t just lose a baby. You’re used to it.

    I’ve been coming here at least three times a month for the past five years. Lately, however, I’ve been here seven days a week. I know what that means. Everyone knows what that means. It’s just a matter of time unless someone randomly comes up with a cure. Even then though, it’d be no help. It’d be crazy expensive and my dad can’t afford it on what he makes. There could be a cure for this on the market tomorrow, and it wouldn’t make a difference to my family.

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Do You Wish We’d Fall in Love

SWN Spring Fic Exchange gift for @troubleiwant

Word Count: 11,028

Warnings: Warnings: Derek Hale/Kate Argent, teacher/student relationship, sexual assault, panic attack

“You’re in love with my brother!” Scott accuses - completely out of the blue if you ask Stiles. There is nothing whatsoever that could even explain why this question would cross his best friend’s mind. In the middle of them being Call of Duty no less.

“No!” Stiles gets out, grabbing in chest in betrayal. “How dare you accuse me with such blatant lies.”

“You’ve been talking about him nonstop for ten minutes,” Scott counters, and honestly it’s like they’re in court. Where’s the jury? “I kept count.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “I’m merely just explaining to you in detail how your brother is an asshole to me at school.”

“Excruciating detail,” Scott snorts then pauses the game to really make their conversation serious. “I don’t see what his five o'clock shadow has anything to do with your story.”

“It was ten in the morning!” Stiles is quick to argue because it’s just wrong. Derek is barely eighteen and just four months ago, his ears were too big for his head and now he’s suddenly like a sex god or something. Stiles mentioned all of this in his rant, and he can maybe see how Scott took it the wrong way. “It should be scientifically impossible to sprout five o’clock shadow in the morning. He should wait until noon at the earliest.”

The room is silent save for the background noises from the game. Scott is giving Stiles a look that Stiles refuses to decipher because he has pride and doesn’t deserve to be looked at like he’s being ridiculous. Because he’s not.

“…I don’t think it’s physically possible to make your facial hair grow faster,” another familiar voice adds from the door. The door…that Scott didn’t close when they came up here after school to eat Doritos and play video games. Fucking Scott. “Also, why do either of you care about my facial hair?” Derek’s look is focused on Stiles; he’s not imagining this at all. There’s like this fiery glare of hatred pointed at Stiles, but not Scott even though it was Scott who fucking started the whole thing.

“That’s not what this - ugh,” Stiles ends it on a groan. “This is your fault.” He points his finger straight at his best friend. “I’m just gonna go home. I have an essay that’s due tomorrow.”

Derek mock cheers for the doorway and walks away humming what Stiles swears on his grave is Ding Dong the Witch is Dead. Really Stiles doesn’t deserve this. He’s done nothing wrong.

“Stiles, don’t go,” Scott whines, grabbing Stiles’ wrist when he tries to walk away. “Just because you and my brother are idiots doesn’t mean you need to leave.”

Stiles glances at the screen then back to Scott and shrugs, taking his wrist back. “I really do have an essay. And your brother is an asshole. You don’t know what he did today.” Stiles hadn’t really gotten to his point in his long rant about Derek, the reason Stiles is so done with the guy.

“What did he do?” Scott asks, eyes wide.

Stiles shakes his head and swallows. “Doesn’t matter. If you really want to know, he can own up to it.”


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anonymous asked:

Hi okay so like I have a headcanon And I can't write at all, so do you think you could do a fic/ elaborate on my tiny idea please :) ? I suddenly got an idea for a fic where like bitty gets hurt where he has to go to the hospital? Maybe he gets knocked out? Or he gets an injury bad enough he gets send to the hospital. And like Jack freaks out a little bit, and he hurries to bitty and like he frets over his tiny boyfriend and everything turns out all right in the end because happy endings :)

Oh anon this is so heartbreaking!

Jack gets the text from Shitty. It just says call when you can. At first Jack doesn’t think much of it because a) Shitty’s prone to overreacting and b) Jack’s prone to underreacting. So between the two of them Jack thinks maybe Shitty’s driving himself crazy over some law school thing and just needs to scream at someone.

Two things happen to change this initial assessment. First, Ransom and Holster both message him separately telling him to get in touch. Second, he suddenly realizes that Shitty was at the Samwell game tonight. In fact, the text that came in fifteen minutes previous to this one was, your bf is fucking spectacular tonight.

He calls. Stilll not thinking it’s anything special. Maybe Shitty’s in the locker room with the guys and they all want to shout at him together over the phone. But when Shitty picks up, and his voice is ragged at the edges with a Where the fuck have you been all night Jack!?, Jack knows with a stone-heavy heart that this is not a case of locker room shenanigans.

“What happened,” he says, his voice low and trembling.

“We’re at MGH {Massachusetts General Hospital},” Shitty tells him. “Bits has been in surgery for three hours. Jesus, Jack. It was brutal. Shoulder and – and they’re saying maybe spine, they don’t know yet.“ The word spine is whispered, like Shitty’s afraid the gods might get an idea.

A cold clawing hand scrapes across the bottom of Jack’s stomach. “I’ll be there in a few hours,” he says.

“Don’t you have a game?” And Jack does, they’re playing the Blackhawks tomorrow at 7 CST.

“I’ll be there,” Jack repeats, and hangs up.

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Imagine.. Jared Leto Protecting You From An Ex Part 2

This is a continuation of this imagine!

“Come here you stupid bitch..” A slurred voice spoke. “I’m going to fucking kill you..” The voice got louder and more unsettling. “I’m going to get you - you are fucked..” Something loomed out to grab you when you shook yourself out of sleep and sat bolt upright. 

This time it wasn’t Jack. It was Jared. 

You sat up in your bed disorientated. You couldn’t remember walking to bed but as you slowly started to blink yourself awake you came to the assumption that Shannon and Tomo had carried you upstairs but if you had learnt anything tonight - it’s not to trust your assumptions.. And it felt like you couldn’t trust one of the only people you had ever trusted before either. You felt cold and uncomfortable as you realised you had thrown your duvet onto the floor as you struggle to separate yourself from your dream world. Your face gave a dull ache and all of the reality of the past few hours came flooding back. You really wished Shannon and Tomo hadn’t of taken you to bed - you wished they had stayed with you downstairs to make sure nobody came in. You now felt extremely unsafe in your dark room in London to the point in which you didn’t want to get your duvet from the floor let alone go and check on the boys. You sat there freezing cold with your arms around your waist and your thoughts all over the place when you heard the door open slightly. You cut off your breathe straight away and tried to not move in the darkness in hope it was a breeze because you really didn’t want to be with or without anyone at this moment.

“Hey..” You heard a quiet voice say from in between the door and the frame. You heard them walk in and quietly close the door and stand with their back on it. For a few seconds: neither of you moved. Tentatively they picked up your duvet and pushed it back onto your bed and only when they were close did you realise those eyes and that voice belonged to a nervous Jared. 

“I heard you wake up..” He began whilst he went to sit on the bed whilst you pushed yourself away from him, unsure about what to do. You had just seen what he had done to Jack and even to his own brother.. You still hadn’t explained what had happened and why Jack was even in the house so you were too scared he was still angry. Too scared he would do something to you. Too scared he would leave. He shadowed what you did and pushed himself away too - seemingly more cautiously. “I’m so sorry.” The words came off the walls and hit you hard. 

“Jared..” You began, still not making eye contact. 

“I don’t know what happened. I just.. He was..” Jared whispered.

The silence became more comfortable now you weren’t alone. You felt Jared’s cold hands wrap around yours: his knuckles were bruised and swollen and there were cuts all over his hands. 

“He’s just not worth it..” You say making circular motion on Jared’s cuts with your finger which made him wince.

“But you are.” He snapped. His tone dropped and his eyes watched yours. 

“What I did tonight was right, he deserved it. I don’t regret what I did I just regret doing it in front of you.” His eyes continued to stare right into yours. You couldn’t believe what he was saying and you couldn’t believe how much he had let Jack get to him. 

“How can you say that?” Anger had started to spread through you. Everything Jared had stood for had gone completely out of the window because of Jack. “How can you condone what you did?" 

"What did?!” His eyes became wild. “It almost sounds like you’re defending him! What I did?!" 

Jared stood up with his fists clenched. 

"I'm not defending him - I know this isn’t you. This isn’t who you are. Rise above it you always used to say. You always used to get so pissed off when I got angry at somebody..” Of course you weren’t defending that animal. However, Jared seemed different. 

“And?” His tone scared you.

“It’s just what you think has changed.. You used to not let things like that get to you.. And now you’ve let it get to you you’ve hurt Shannon and yourself! Jack’s not worth that! I’m not worth that!” You tried as much as possible not to raise your voice but Jared’s loud uncontrollable breathing made that seem impossible.

“Oh okay.. I’ve changed. Well maybe that’s what falling in love does to you." 

Silence filled the room. This time it was anything but comfortable. 

Jared slowly slumped against the wall and allowed himself to slide down and sit on the floor where he brought his knees up to his chest and allowed his eyes to close as he tried to steady his breathing. One thing that hadn’t changed about him was that when he did ever get angry at anything: he found it so hard to stop. Anything could bring those emotions back incredibly quickly. 

You were angry. At Jack. At Jared. But most of all at yourself. 

Slowly and tentatively you pushed yourself up from the bed and knelt beside Jared. He opened one of his arms and you sat on his lap as he, as gently as he could, wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt him exhale deeply. 

"Promise me.. Nothing stupid now right?” You began, an assertive tone filling the cold air.

“Hmm?” He spoke into your hair. 

“You know what I mean.” You spoke. Jared pulled you in tighter and that offered a type of stability you couldn’t fault right now. 


A pale light began to paint your bedroom walls. You slowly opened your eyes when you found yourself in your bed with your duvet on. You lowered your arm to try and find the arm that always drapes across the right side of your waist when you sleep. Nothing. Panic spread right across you as you began to remember what had happened last night. Jared didn’t seem calm even after you had spoken to him. You pushed the duvet onto the floor and walked down the stairs. 

“Hey,” A voice said calmly as you reached the foot of the stairs. He was watching you from the sofa. “Good sleep?" 

"Yeah it was fine thanks..” You began. “Have you seen Jared?" 

Shannon’s eyes lit up and a smile slowly formed on his face. 

"I came and checked on you in the night and I saw Jared lying down with you in bed. I didn’t want to wake either of you because he actually seemed calm. He actually seemed okay for once.” Shannon’s words confused you. If Jared had carried you into bed after sitting on the floor.. Where was he now? 

“What time did you check on us?” You say slowly. 

“About 4AM? I couldn’t sleep and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I went to bed after that.” Shannon clicked the home button on his iPhone and displayed it to you: no messages or missed calls, just a lock screen of him and Jared at the Oscars. This made both of you smile. 

“That’s weird.. Where do you think he’s gone?” You walked and sat on the sofa opposite Shannon. He sat in his grey sweatpants and his tight red t-shirt with bed hair causing strands of hair to stick out all over his head.

“I’m not sure,” Shannon sighed as he ran his hand along the back of his neck where bruises littered his skin. “Probably for a walk. He does that. He’s just not been having a great time lately. He’s been finding things hard, you know? Probably why he snapped last night. I wouldn’t blame him for what happened.” Each word pounded more guilt into you. Jared had been going through a difficult time recently which you were well aware of. He said that spending time with you made everything much easier and made him feel less like he would do something stupid. You had never thought that this is why he went mad last night. 

“Are you worried about him?” Shannon questioned which snapped you out of your thoughts.

Of course you were worried about him. Whenever Jared was like this he wasn't Jared. Sometimes something would bring it on but sometimes he would just drift away from everything for no reason to anybody's knowledge. This is when you were most scared.

“Yes,” You sighed. “I think it’s just a matter of getting him through whatever he’s going through in his head. Although we don’t know what’s going on, he does. Just get him through this and he’ll be back to normal." 

"Yeah..” You could hear Shannon trying to convince himself. “Yeah maybe you’re right. You normally are.” They eye contact you shared displayed a level of understanding which settled you. 

“Maybe you should go and check if his phone is still here..” Shannon suggested. “He takes it if-”

“-He’s got business and doesn’t if he’s out walking. Got it.” You finished with a smile. 

You walked a little more calmly back up to your room and started to look around for Jared’s phone. It wasn’t on his bedside table, or in his coat or in his drawer. You decided to call it from your phone. When it started to vibrate from underneath the bed, you knew something was wrong. You slowly retrieved it and unlocked the home screen to reveal the very last thing Jared had looked at. 

It was a message from an unknown number. 

“Couldn’t even do it yourself, lover boy? Had to get your animal of a brother to do your dirty work? Well - you can’t stay home with the slut forever.. Your shitty little band will have to go on tour one day and I wonder what will happen to her then. 10 days and counting unless.. Well, you already know. It’s you or her, cunt." 

You dropped his phone which bounced and took the place in which you found it under the bed once again.

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He finds her later that night, sitting on the roof of the Haus, lazily smoking a joint.

“What,” Lardo says, her words clipped. She sounds stuffy in a way that lets Shitty know she’d been crying, and it makes his heart ache.

“Well hello to you too,” he chirps, sitting down next to her so close that their thighs touch. She doesn’t move away, so he takes that as a good sign. Lardo turns then and passes him the smoke, but he shakes his head.

“I came out here to talk to you.”

“Okay,” she says quietly, and Shitty knows he’s fucked up. Big time.

“Bitty told me about what happened at your show earlier, and I… I’m so sorry, Lards. I kind of ruined your big night,” he apologizes in earnest. 

He hadn’t meant to take her spotlight, but when he got the email that he’d been accepted into Harvard, well, fuck. It’s not like he could have quietly put his phone away and not told anyone. But then the guys all pounced on him, and Lardo ran out crying, and it took Shitty way too long to realize it was probably his fault.

“I’m not mad at you for that,” Lardo says, resting her head on Shitty’s shoulder. He carefully puts his arm around her, drawing her in close. He doesn’t say anything, lets her get out the words.

They’re not dating, hell, they’ve never even kissed– but this feels so, so right. 

“You won’t miss me,” she whispers into the warm night, and Shitty can hear the tears in her voice when she says, “When you leave. You and Jack will be gone and you won’t even miss me.”

Shitty’s brain nearly short-circuits. “Lards, no offense, but like, what the fuck?”

She makes a frustrated sound in her throat and pushes off him, scooting away and hugging her knees to her chest, joint forgotten somewhere between them. 

“Don’t give me that shit,” she says, not even looking at him. “You know it’s true. You’ll be off an hour away in your stupid fancy college and you’ll forget about all of us. It’s just what happens.”

Shitty can’t speak for a full minute. “Are you kidding me? You guys are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re my family. Lards, you’re– you’re…”

“I’m what, Shitty?” she sighs, finally turning to meet his eyes. Her face looks pained, and she bites her lip like she’s trying not to cry. 

He doesn’t know how to say this, how to name this thing that’s been growing between them since the beginning of the year. He doesn’t want to ruin everything by saying it out loud. He can’t lose this. 

But he knows he needs to say something. Even if he doesn’t know what.

“You’re the best person I know, okay? You’re fucking amazing, and I–I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m never going to forget about you.”

He thinks about kissing her, just leaning forward the few inches that separates them now and finally doing it. Shitty thinks about the feeling of her soft lips on his, wonders what her moans sound like, how her body would feel under his hands. But then the moment passes, and she’s hauling Shitty to his feet, leading back into the Haus.

“Since when did you turn into such a sap?” she jokes, a small smirk on her face.

“Shut up.” And it’s really all he can say.

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C A L U M: “Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to, they’re better off without you.”

“(Y/n)?” you heard Calum call cautiously, hearing the floorboards creak under his weight as he tried to find you. “Babe, I’m calling a truce, please come out,” he pleaded, but you weren’t having it. You were gonna finish what he had started. If he wanted to start a nerf gun war with you as you were watching American Horror Story (your absolute favorite show), then he was just going to have to deal with your retaliation. You heard him make his way down the hall to your hiding spot, in the hallway closet, and as you heard him pass you, you ran out and jumped on his back, tackling him to the ground. “(Y/n)! Stop! Pl- please s- stop!” he laughed as you began to tickle his sides. “Never!” you shouted as you straddled his hips, wiggling your fingers against his waist in an attempt to get back at him for interrupting your show. “I pro- promise to not me- mess with yo- your show ag- gain.” he gets out between laughs. You move your hands from his sides and cross them over your chest, a satisfied smirk on your face. He flipped the two of you over so he was hovering over you, your wrists pinned over your head by one of his massive hands. His face inches from yours as he said, “I let you win, ya know?” with a childlike glint in his eyes. You brows furrowed and you gave him a pout as you struggled to free your hands. Getting the idea, Calum let you go, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours. His hands began exploring your body, not caring that the two of you were sprawled in the middle of the hallway. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and his breathing was heavy as you mumbled against his lips, “I love you, Cal,” You became well aware of the way he froze before he pulled himself off of you. You sat up on your elbows, confusion swiping your features, as you watched him make his way into the bedroom the two of you shared. He was muttering things under his breath, and you got up to follow him, chest aching, thinking this was nothing like how the first ‘I love you’ was supposed to go. You shuffled into the bedroom, only to find Calum had gone into the bathroom and locked you out. You heard him sniffling, and the voices in your head started assuming the worst. I scared him and now he’s gonna leave me.’ you thought to yourself, and the clenching in your chest just got worse and worse. You tapped lightly on the door, “Cal? Baby please come out, we need to talk.” You had to admit you were surprised when the door creaked open, expecting more of a fight coming from him. You noted the tears that were cascading down his cheeks, and the only thing that was on your mind was to stop the tears, even if that meant him leaving you. “Baby, why are you crying?” you questioned, trying to get him to meet your eyes. “B-because I- I can’t.. I don’t know how to-” he shook his head, feeling flustered by the way things had played out. “Babe..?” you were so confused, and his lack of communication wasn’t helping. “Because you love me when you shouldn’t. I- I don’t deserve you.” You sat there, shocked, not knowing what to say. His eyes were down, but you took his face in your hands, making sure he wouldn’t break eye contact. “Listen up, Hood, and listen good. It’s you and me for the long run, got it? I don’t care if you don’t think you’re good enough, because I know that you are. You’ve seen me at my worst, and you’re still here. You deserve all the love I have to offer you.” There was a smile playing on Calum’s lips as you leaned in, and after a few seconds of his warm lips on yours, he broke apart to look into your eyes. “I love you too, (Y/n). So, so much.” As he leaned down again to reconnect his lips to yours.

A S H T O N: “In a city of fools, I was careful and cool, but they tore me apart like a hurricane.” (His POV)


“Promise me you won’t forget me, baby” She whispered into my neck. I never wanted to let her go, but that wasn’t going to happen. I had to go on tour, and even though I wanted to keep her by my side forever, I knew that wasn’t possible. “You say that like you think it’s possible,” I laugh without humor, trying to break the tension and sadness that’s hanging in the air. “Just.. please, Ash? Promise me you won’t forget about me” She said, her voice wavering with every word she spoke. “I promise, baby. I could never ever, not even in a million years, forget you.”

*2 months later*

I woke up as the sun shone through the streaky window of the hotel room. I looked around sleepily, and as my eyes landed on the figure beside me, my blood went ice cold. “Fuck!” I yell, startling my guest awake. “Hey baby,” she slurred, still not recovered from whatever she was drinking in the club last night. I felt sick to my stomach as the images from last night flooded back to my memory. She was nothing like (Y/n) was, but as intoxicated as I was last night, anything and everything was better than being alone for another night. “You need to leave.” I told her cooly. “Excuse me?” she said, shocked. “Leave. Now.” I said even firmer, glaring at her from across the bed. 'It’s not her fault you fucked up, Irwin,’  the little voice in my head told me. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the images from a few hours ago away, not wanting them in my head, not wanting to be reminded of just how much of a shitty boyfriend I was. 'That you still are.. ya know, unless you tell her what happened.’ the voice in my head reminded tauntingly. I sighed, knowing this would possibly be the hardest conversation I’d ever have. I picked up my phone, silently counting the hours behind I was from home. It was about 11am where she was. I was wondering if she would even be out of bed yet, given the fact that it’s a Saturd- “Hello?” My thoughts were cut short when she answered with her beautifully groggy morning voice, my heart beginning to hammer in my chest, not wanting to start my day or hers like this. “Hey baby,” I said, using the name I knew would make her melt. “Oh! Ash, good morning my sunshine.” She said, suddenly full of life. I knew it would be hard, but prolonging it would make things even worse for her. “(Y/n), there’s something I need to tell you.” She heard the regret in my voice, and I assumed she knew what was coming, but that didn’t mask the fact that I’ve hurt her more than I ever meant. The silence on the other end was nerve-wracking, and I spoke slowly, “Before you say anything, just listen, okay?” She replied with a quiet, “Okay,” as I began again, “It was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake. She meant nothing, literally nothing, I love you so much and I was just so lonely and I just missed you so much I couldn’t be alone another night in this damn city. I have no one, ya know? A- and I- I fucked up so badly but I can’t lose you pl- please don’t give up on us.. Don’t give up on me, baby.” My breathing was uneven and the tears were flowing freely, but hearing her small sniffle on the other end was enough to break my heart. I knew she was done, she wasn’t gonna deal with my shit any more, and the clenching going on in my chest was almost unbearable. “I forgive you,” I heard her say through the phone. As my hopes began to rise, she continued, “I just don’t know if I can trust you anymore.” Her voice cracked at the end, and I felt my entire world start to slip away. “I understand completely,” I whispered to her, not wanting to upset her even more. “We can talk when you come back, okay?” She requested, and my voice wavered as I asked, “What are we now, then?” Her silence was enough of an answer. She gave a quiet, “I love you, Ash.” and I could hear the strain in her voice, trying to keep her composure. Before I could get any words to come out, anything to try and save our crumbling relationship, I heard the line go dead.

L U K E: “You were never a friend to me, you can keep all your misery.”

You walked through the door of the flat you shared with your boyfriend, Luke, tired from your day of working the cash register at the coffee shop down the road. You smiled, remembering the day you met Luke and how he’d spilt his iced tea over the counter, and how clumsy he was when he was nervous. You bounded up the stairs, making your way to your bedroom, coming to a halt when you see the door is closed and hearing small sniffles coming from inside the room.  You leaned against the door, and after heard the familiar cough of your boyfriend, you made your way quietly into the room. “Lukey?” you muttered, not wanting to startle him with your presence. “Lukey, what’s wrong babe?” you begged quietly, wanting nothing more but for the tears to stop. “Am- am I not good enough, (Y/n)?” he mumbled through his tears. You were so confused, what was he saying? Of course he was good enough, how could he ever think he’s not? “Luke, what are you talking about?” you demanded, wanting to know where this crazy notion of “not good enough” was coming from. He let out a defeated sigh and handed you his phone, which was opened to his twitter mentions. 'Luke isn’t even a good singer, idk why they let him lead the band.’ 'why did they even let you in the band like????’ 'get some singing lessons, maybe then you’d be more than just an opening act’  The words ignited something inside of you, and before Luke could take his phone back, you powered it off and threw it across the room where it landed lightly on the couch. He peered up at you from the bed, confusion on his face. You took his sad face into your hands and, making sure you had his full attention, you began, “Luke Robert Hemmings, if you weren’t "good enough”, would the biggest boy band in the world want to tour with your band.. twice might I add? If you weren’t “good enough”, would you be touring the world with your three best lads? Seriously, Lucas how many people can say they’ve gone from a garage band on YouTube to touring and meeting and collaborating with amazingly talented people and have their own record deal? How many people can say that?“ He looked at you with a glint in his eye as he mumbled, "Justin Bieber?” You smiled, glad your words were able to distract him from the dark place he was in a few moments ago, and you pulled him into a tight hug. “I love you, (Y/n),” Luke sighed, as he nuzzled his head into your neck. You smiled down at him, thinking how crazy it was that such a talented and amazing person could be so insecure. You reached into your purse and pulled out your phone, getting ready to send the biggest indirects of your life.

“@YourTwitterName: Honestly, if you can’t support my boyfriend, then you can shut your fucking mouth. #kthanks”

M I K E Y: “Give me therapy, I’m a walking travesty.”

You sat there silently staring at him, not knowing what else there was left to say but goodbye. Your bags were waiting in a heap by the door, and the only thing standing in your way was Michael. It was the fourth time this week you two had gotten into an argument, and it wasn’t a small thing, no, this was much bigger than him not doing the dishes or you not folding the clothes. “(Y/n), please say something” Michael urged, hating the silence that was practically choking him. You sighed and rolled your eyes, more frustrated than sad about the entire situation. The night hadn’t started off bad; in fact, you and Mike were actually getting along. You had made dinner and he had set up a blanket nest in front of the TV, and you thought, 'Hey, maybe tonight everything will turn itself around.’ But when he received a text from Cal asking if he wanted to go to the clubs, Michael had barely offered you an explanation as to why he was leaving before he was out the door. You couldn’t believe it.. well you could, but you sure as hell didn’t want to. You were beyond pissed, and you called Luke, who you had known wouldn’t have gone out with the boys. He said you could crash at his place for the time being, and didn’t ask for an explanation. You threw your things into a bag as the tears stung your eyes, trying to ignore the pain in your chest when you thought of how Michael would come home only to realize you’d left. But, as fate would have it, he had forgotten his wallet and walked into your shared flat just as you were walking out. He gave a confused glance before looking around, slowly realizing what was happening. So here you were, staring each other down, with the silence unbearable for both of you. “Get out of my way, Clifford.” you stated flatly. You weren’t bluffing, but you knew all you really wanted was to have him snatch your wrist and hold your body against his, and have him tell you he’s sorry he let the relationship get the way it did, but all he could do was stand there and stare at you, not wanting to end things like this, or at all for that matter. “No,” he whispered, “No!” he said again louder, coming to his senses. “You’re not leaving me, (Y/n)! I need you, okay? I fucking need you to be here for me when I get home from a shitty day of recording. I need you to be there for me when no one else is willing to deal with me and my shit. I need you to call me out on all the bullshit I do and to help me be a better person. I just- I really fucking need you, baby girl.” He choked out the last word and your chest felt as though it was about to burst out of happiness, finally getting the emotion out of Michael that you’d been craving for so long. You made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, almost as if he didn’t want to break you. “You know how shit I am with emotions, babe, but I really do love you.” he sighed into your hair. Your stomach gave a twist at his words, and you tightened your arms as you whispered into his neck, “I love you too, Clifford. So, so much.”

a/n: aloha fronds :-) so its been a while lol but yay i finished this one and im kinda iffy about it so give me feedback? ily goise thank u for reading :-))))


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The voices of Big Sean and Jhene Aiko moved smoothly as we drove back to this hellhole I once called home. When I was 12 and stupid. But now I’m 17 years old about to start senior year and my asshole parents decide to move back to Tappahannock. I miss Charleston. My friends were there. My real friends I made.

What I loved most about Charleston was that it gave me a backbone and voice. Yeah, I still had a Valley girl voice but I had a black girl attitude. I grew breasts and got my braces off. I was petite but still in shape. My hair now reaches my waist and dyed ombre and my parents dont know it but my belly button was pierced. I was no longer Boyrueche or Kangaroo.

I’m Karrueche and I dare someone to call me out of my name.

I pulled off my red beats headphones as we pulled to the old pale blue house. I squinted my eyes then realized it was the old house I used to live in.

Mom spoke up gazing at the house.”See? We’re back to our hometown, back to our old home-“

“Where I tried to kill myself 5 years ago because of this town.” I cut my mother off as I scrolled down my playlist. “Yep, home sweet home.”

Dad sighed annoyed at my sharp comment. “Karrueche, I know you dont like this move back-”

I looked up at him and scoffed. “Dont like? I hate it! I hated everyone here! Its Senior year! Why couldn’t I finish high school in Charleston?”

“Because you can’t! Now deal with it!” Dad snapped shutting me up.

I rolled my eyes grabbing the handle and pushing the door open. I step out and slammed it close. Asshole.

Moving towards the end of the Ferrari, I pried the trunk open and removed my suitcases. Mom and Dad decided to go get reacquainted with the old neighbors as the movers placed our furniture outside. I, on the other hand, thought “Fuck that!” And stayed my ass on the porch with my French bulldog puppy who I named X.

“You’re gonna stay me, right X bab-”

I looked down at my feet to see X was missing. I looked up to see him running into the backyard.

“X!” I ran after him opening the creaky wooden gate to the backyard. X was running towards another puppy. I began to go after him but I stopped when my eyes fell on the large in ground pool. That pool brings back so many bad memories. I crouched down gazing at my reflection. In a quick minute, 12 year old me appeared with tears in her eyes.


In shock, I stumbled and fell face first into the pool. Unfortunately, I can’t swim. As the water pushed me down, I gasped trying to reach the surface. I felt water fill up my lungs until two strong arms pulled me up and took me to the surface.

I gasped for air as I stepped out of the pool.

“Are you ok?” A deep male voice questioned me.

I didn’t answer. Just stood there shaking and squeezing my wet grey tank.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey-“

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped pushing away and turning around. When I did, I met eyes with him.

The asshole I once I called my best friend.

I had forgotten he had lived next door. Chris was more grown. He had a toned chest which I could see through his wet white t-shirt. All I wanted to do was fuck him up. Call him names, slap him etc. But i didn’t.

He doesn’t recognize me and I plan on keeping it that way.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I just saw that dog trying to get with Nike and I got a little protective.” Chris continued.

“It’s whatever. Come, X.” I called him and he ran towards the gate.

I looked back at Chris and quickly mumbled.

“Thanks for saving me.” I didn’t wait to hear his reply. I opened the gate door and returned to the front yard.



I groaned turning off the alarm on my silver iPhone 5s. I brushed my teeth and took a hot shower. Once I got out, I quickly got dressed in a red crewneck with gold writing, my black and white leggings, and white converse. I decided to let my wavy hair down and put in gold hoops. I took a picture for Instagram:

@karrueche: First Day of Hell School! :) #ootd #killme #ihatethistown

My friends began to comment that they missed me and to have a good first day when they know damn well that ain’t possible.

Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I made my way out of the front door and to the bus stop where other teens were waiting. I heard a guy mumble a “damn” behind me and I rolled my eyes. I plugged in my beats and slid them over my head. When the bus arrived, I boarded it taking a window seat close to the back. No one spoke to me the whole ride and I liked that. Hopping off, I stepped in front of Tappahannock High. Making my way inside, I bumped into a girl.

“Sorry.” I muttered.

“It’s- Oh My God!”

My heart leaped in fear that she recognized me and my plan to create a new image is in shambles.

“You’re so beautiful and exotic looking!” The darkskinned girl gave a big bright smile.

“Uh, thanks.” I placed my beats back on my head not believing her. Looking at her, I admired how beautiful she was. She had long dark hair, wearing a leather jacket, white tank underneath, and black jeans with gladiator shoes.

“What’s your name and ethnicity?” She questioned quickly.

“I’m Kae and I’m half Vietnamese and half Jamaican.” I answered her question making my annoyance evident as hell.

I’m guessing she didn’t pick up on my tone because she grabbed my.hand shaking it.

“I’m Amber. You must be a freshman.” She stated in all seriousness. Because of me being 5’1, people automatically I was younger than I already was.

I took my hand out of Amber’s and rolled my eyes.

“No. I’m a senior. Don’t get it twisted.” I hissed and she was taken aback. Her blue haired lightskin friend who was ignoring us stepped in as her other friend who was blonde stayed behind. I was recognized the blonde bitch as my major bully from 7th grade.

“Look she made a mistake. You don’t have to be rude.” She spoke up.

“Who was talking to your smurf looking ass?” I spat at her looking her up and down. “It’s nothing personal, I just want to be left alone.”

I turned on my heel ignoring their petty whispers and continued to my original destination, which was homeroom. I was one of the first ones to show up so I took that opportunity to pick my seat. I heard loud boys and looked towards the entrance to see Chris,August, Trey, Trell, and Michael. All grown up.


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We all stood there as Kae placed her beats back on her head walking away through the busy crowd. Baby girl had an attitude and all I was trying to be was nice. She probably on her period or something.

Heather popped her lips pointing at her. “Uh who the hell does she think she’s calling a smurf? If anything, she’s the smurf with her short ass.”

Her blonde fraternal twin sister Jasmine spoke up laughing.

“Heather, calm down. She’s probably on her period or something.” She closed her locker turning the dial.

“Doesn’t mean she got to be a bitch to my ass.” Heather flipped her blue hair off her shoulder.

“Alright y’all I gotta go to homeroom. Bye.” I wiggled my fingers at both of them.

Walking inside, I saw my boyfriend Trey and his friends fooling around. I’m guessing that the homeroom teacher ain’t here yet.

“There’s my baby.” Trey navigated his way towards me and kissed my lips.

“Eww can y’all get a room?” Mike, or as he liked to be called, Tyga shouted in disgust.

Trey turned around. “Nigga, don’t be hating because you don’t got a girl.

I laughed then felt someone’s eyes burning through me. It was August. I honestly don’t see why his high yellow ass is mad. He got what he wanted, so he shouldn’t be shitty when I move on to someone else.

That someone else happens to be his best friend.

I spotted Kae in the corner scrolling down her phone. I moved over and sat next to her. She looked up at me and back at her phone.

“So…it seems like we’re in the same homeroom.” I stated looking at her.

“Yep.” Was her only reply.

“So we should get to-”

“How long have you know that blonde girl you were with?” She folded her arms with her iPhone still resting her hand

I kinked an eyebrow. “Jasmine? Since freshman year. Why?”

“Excuse me.” August moved in smoothly flashing a smile. “I’m August.”

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Watching Trey be all lovey dovey with Amber kinda pissed me off. My nigga doesn’t know it, but me and her had something a while back.

Did I just want the pussy? Hell yeah.

Once I got it, I kicked her to the curb. Yeah that was a dick move but did she really want a relationship based off a lie?

She moved over to a exotic looking girl sitting in the corner on her phone. I turned to Chris, Trell, and Tyga.

“Yo, who’s baby girl in the corner?” I questioned sticking out my thumb towards her.

They didn’t bother to look up from their phones. Just muttered “I don’t know” and “nigga go find out.”

Fine I will.

Walking up to both of them, I flashed my million dollar smile and stuck out my hand.

“Excuse me. I’m August.”

Baby girl looked me up and down with her chinky brown eyes and turned her attention back to her phone as if I wasn’t there. I looked at Amber who had a smug expression. I pulled her to the side.

“Did you talk shit about me to her?” I questioned angrily as she began to cackle.

“Didn’t have to. You got "phony nigga” written on your forehead.“ Amber pointed to my forehead and brought her hands to herself.

I sucked my teeth hard. “So you just gonna go against the grain like that?”

She leaned close whispering a “Yep” before making her way back towards Trey.

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"Nike!” I shouted as I searched up and down the house. Thank God Mama ain’t home. She’ll kill me if she found out I lost Nike.

Yes, I have a dog. A black french bulldog puppy named Nike. Yes, after the shoe brand. My mom calls me basic for naming her that.

“NIKE!” I looked out the window to see her go through the gate into the neighbor’s backyard. My neighbor moved recently so I’m pretty sure there’s nobody over there.

Walking towards the old wooden gate, I opened it closing it behind me and saw Nike going up to some dog that looked like her but tan. He had a freaky look in his eyes but I ain’t playing that shit.


I heard a splash and noticed the huge pool in the backyard and that girl had fallen into it. Looking at her, I thought:

Can she swim or nah?

Turning my head sideways, I realized she was fighting for air so the answer was nah. My eyes widened when it finally clicked that baby girl was drowning. Without removing any clothing, I dived headfirst into the pool.

Opening my eyes, I found her fighting body as she screamed. I grabbed her by her petite torso and pulled her upwards. Once we reached surface, I gasped for air as she did the same getting out.

“Are you ok?” I questioned stepping out and walking towards her.

She didn’t answer. Just kept shaking and shit. I placed on her shoulder.


“Don’t touch me!” She screamed taking my hand off and turning to face me. She had chinky brown eyes, so she had to be some type of Asian but had a caramel complexion. She was short as hell and had some plump pink lips.

I held my hands up in defense.
“I’m sorry I scared you. I just saw that dog trying to get with Nike and I got a little protective.”

She rolled her eyes still squeezting her wet tank top. “It’s whatever. Come, X.”

That tan bulldog that tried to get at Nike came running behind her as she made her way towards the gate door leading to the front yard. Before she could get out, she turned her head over her shoulders.

“Thanks for saving me.”

I sighed smiling and looking down. “You’re welcome. I’m Chris. What’s your n-”

The sound of the gate door shut me up. Well you would think after I saved her little ass, she would give me at least her name. I shook it off taking Nike and returning to the backyard.


I beeped the horn loud out of frustration. This nigga August had me waiting outside for ten minutes. Ever since a nigga got his license, it’s been constant trips I had to make. I’m about to collect gas money.

August finally showed up getting into the passenger seat.

“Nigga what took you so long? You know what, i don’t care. I’m about to make your freeloading ass take the bus.” I put the car in drive and pulled off.

“Nigga chill. You know that old white nigga don’t like me!” He responded.

I furrowed my eyebrows. “One, that was a contradiction. And Two, he has a reason. You’re just rude.”

August shook his head. “No. It’s because I’m black.”

I toned August out the rest of the ride and successfully made it to school.

“Hey Chris! Hey August!” A bunch of girls with big titties and big asses waved at us.

I smiled waving back. “Hey ladies.”

“Yo nigga they’re some big titty and big booty bitches!” August cheesed looking back at them as we walked inside.

“Bet money I can smash them all.” I wagered dapping him up.

We met up with Trey, Trell, and Ty and got into homeroom. We started hollering our graduation year seeing that our homeroom teacher was M.I.A. Trey went to his girl Amber as the rest of us sat down.

August spoke up. “Who’s baby girl in the corner?

“Nigga I dont know.” I didn’t look up from these new pair of Jordan’s I was trying to cop.

“Nigga go find out.” Ty muttered.

August disappeared and we continued to be on our phones until our old white blonde teacher.walked in.

“Sorry I’m late. I’m Mrs. Derocher. I’m your homeroom teacher.” She looked up at us with blue eyes. She wasn’t that old. Probably in her mid 50’s but she dressed like she’s ready for the grave.

I tuned her out she kept talking until she began taking attendance for assigned seats.

“Assigned seats, miss? Really?” Trell groaned getting up. “This is like elementary school.”

“Yeah because you’re acting like you in it.” Tyga joked making us laugh.

Trell stuck up the middle finger and Mrs. Derocher snapped her fingers.

“Boys, can I continue?”

“Yeah you’re good.” I gave her a thumbs up.

“Ok, August, right here and Chris right next him.”

I smirked moving up to the front with my bag on my shoulder and laughed at August as she continued.

“Michael and Amber at these seats.” she pointed to the seats and then jerked her head back as if she smelled something bad and leaned in close to the paper squinting her eyes.

“Ka-roo-I’m sorry how do you pronounce this?” She questioned looking around.

“Karrueche.” A voice spoke up from the back.

We all turned our heads to see a petite tan girl with ombre hair and dressed in a red crewneck and leggings hop off the gray counter placing her bag on her shoulder. I realized it was baby girl that I saved from the pool the other day. My new neighbor.

Tyga snorted. “Karrueche? What the fuck is a Karrueche?”

“A bitch that will fuck your ugly ass up if you keep talking shit.” She snapped sending him a death glare as she passed by him to get to her seat.

“Damnnnnnnn!” We all laughed as Ty stood there salty as fuck. Trey and Trell went over to him brushing his shoulders off.

August turned to me. “Nigga i felt that shit.”

“Me too.” I looked at Karrueche who stood at her seat annoyed at everything. Karrueche……why does her weird ass name sound familiar?

Mrs. Derocher spoke up. “Karrue-“

“Just call me Kae.” She cut her off.

“Ok. Kae, we do not use the language here.”

“I know. I’m sorry about that.” Kae replied with no apologetic tone, more of a sarcastic one.

When the 1st period rang, we all went towards the exit where I tried to go out but was stopped by Kae.

“Ladies first.” I smiled at her.

She glared at me for a grip before pushing past me, bumping me in the chest before leaving.

That’s what I get for being a gentleman to a raging bitch.