whatever the kids are calling it these days

Harass my daughter on Minecraft? You can't hide from me.

So, my daughter, who was about 8 at the time, was REALLY into Minecraft (as most kids are these days). Also desperately wanting to join the Youtube/Let’s Play culture, I had installed some screen recording software that would let her make videos of the games she was playing so she could later upload them to Youtube.

Anyways, one day I’m minding my own business when I hear her quietly sniffling over on the computer. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t want to tell me so I let it go, but decided to keep on eye on her. A few minutes later I discovered what was happening; someone was harassing not only her, but also all the other kids playing on whatever server she was on. This kid (we’ll call him Little Sh*thead, or LS) was saying sh*t about how he was going to rape my 8 year old daughter (she told him how old she was hoping he would stop), how he was going to hack into her IP and steal all her info, swearing profusely (remember, this is a game for kids), etc etc. By this time I had gotten my fiance involved, and she was also obviously quite upset at what a little sh*t this kid was being. We realized that our daughter had been recording the entire incident, and a plan began to form.

I started by googling LS’s username. There were several hits immediately, the most interesting of which involved a page where he was publicly applying to be a mod for a server on Minecraft. I was able to learn a lot about this little POS: he claimed to be 15, likes hockey, used to live in Toronto but now lives in Florida. But the bombshell was easily his skype contact info; it was literally firstname.lastname. I know your name now, you little sh*t.

So I head over to Facebook and search for the name. Nothing. Hmmmm. On a hunch I searched for just the last name, while narrowing my results to only the state of Florida. Several dozen hits. Hmmm. So I have to start combing through each one, until I find what I was looking for: a middle aged man with the same last name, whose profile indicates he was born in Toronto and now lives in Florida. I FOUND YOUR DAD, YOU LITTLE SH*T.

So I sent him a message on Facebook, asking if he had a son named firstname who goes by his username on Minecraft. Dad confirmed I had the right guy. So my wife begins telling the dad everything that LS was saying to my daughter, and we sent him the recorded video as proof. Radio silence for a few days.

Then we got the message back: LS had his computer taken away from him for the entire summer, and had also been lying about his age (he was only 11, I think). His parents were f*cking livid with him, and he surely hated the next few months of his life.

No one f*cks with my daughter.

big news i love victor nikiforov!! he is Good!! please take these headcanons!!

  • he’s incredibly perceptive. catches on fast. doesn’t hesitate to drag someone, even if it’s subtle
  • any semblance of chill when it comes to yuuri katsuki?? those words, together,, don’t even make sense,,,
  • this has been said before but when it comes to flirting he can dish it out but he can’t take it. yuuri knows this and shows no mercy
  • absolutely Not a ditz like he’s super smart and can basically own the floor in any academic situation
  • loves learning new things!! loves words and speaking and languages!!
  • loves to be happy and wants everyone else around him to be happy! he just has so much love to give!!
  • it’s nearly impossible to go grocery shopping with him bc he gets very excited and sneaky and starts sliding the most ridiculous items in the cart when yuuri’s not looking
  • is fluffy. giant fluffy doge
  • wakes up at the asscrack of dawn, tracksuit on and ready for a run while yuuri’s still knocked tf out somewhere under the sheets
  • such a great listener. plays with yuuri’s hands while he talks and traces figure eights on his palms and doesn’t interrupt. very patient and understanding
  • gives the best cuddles
  • always has the urge to grab a pigeon but like what would he do if he actually caught it
  • “move, i’m gay”
  • very ticklish. the second yuuri found out this vital piece of information victor knew he was screwed
  • the most avid participant in the St. Petersburg Crew groupchat. bombards everyone with memes at 2am, doesn’t know what half of them mean
  • “is this what the kids call hip these days”
  • stops whatever he’s doing if he sees a dog. says hi to them and hugs them. tells them he loves them. makkachin knows this and encourages it
  • he enjoys stealing yuuri’s clothes, which are too small for him but it makes yuuri laugh so he does it anyway, despite the audible rip that one time he “slipped on” yuuri’s old pokemon pajamas
  • (more like wrestled on)
  • he’s a ride or die. would do Anything for his husband
  • his youtube history is just cute dog videos
  • loves patterned socks. owns like ten million pairs of patterned socks. his Look is rolled up pant legs and patterned socks
  • “first of all, language. second of all, fuck.”
  • his favorite movie is probably Air Bud because he can’t get through Marley & Me without straight up (gay up) bawling
  • soft, is held by yuuri

yall i aint kidding with this

so it was like late november in the 15-16 year when a girl at my school, lets call her hugger, came early to school one day (before hours yall). she saw her friend crying in the lunchroom when she went to go get breakfast so she asked what was wrong. turns out the friends hamster died or her parents were getting a divorce or whatever.

Now just before i continue theres some things you need to know. our school doesn’t allow any kind of touching like at all. if you even high five you get work detail and the monitors are like suuuuper strict about it ( like i had my arm around my friends neck when we were walking to class and we almost got a referral smh)

so hugger here leans in to give friend a hug in the middle of the cafeteria. not even one second in the dean at the time shouted at them to stop. they broke apart and then with the dean`s handy clipboard with detention slips  referral sheets yadda yadda ya she pulls out a morning detention slip and fills it out in front of them to give to hugger over here. hugger was like irritated or something b/c she did not accept the slip. And at that time the dean decided to drag her to the front office and our dean decided that you know what? let`s make it into a damn suspension for a week

for a week 

AND THAT OF COURSE SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE.

 the girl who she hugged eventually had to go home b/c she was crying too much cause she blamed her self. the school had to stop riots among everyone at lunch cause they were all holding hands or hugging in protest.

and but of course i was absent that day

eventually hugger and fam ended up suing the school i’m not sure if they won or not but because of that it caused the great pda panic of 2015/16. when everyone came back from winter break they started freaking out if anyone even remotely touches each other, someone would scream “pda! pda!” at the top of their lungs

so it was a wild year yall

anonymous asked:

hc where dan is a new teacher at a school and he's v shy and he has a crush on the principle (aka phil) who's all professional and orderly and Phil goes in to dans class to watch him teach and do one of those evaluation things and Phil notices how flustered dan gets when they make eye contact and they fuck after class

Dan’s a good teacher. That’s what he’s worked for for years, right? Endless hours of schooling, to be a high school teacher at a somewhat-prestigious private school.

He smiled a lot, and was a good listener. He wasn’t the favorite teacher, or the cool one necessarily, but he was a good one. Even though he’d stutter and blush whenever the principle came within twenty feet of him.

Dan sighed, shuffling some papers on his desk. He was tired; he had gotten to school early to work, and he hadn’t even had coffee yet. He looked up when a boy walked in; a scrawny student with glasses, his nickname was Georgie and he loved Dan.

Dan tried to smile, running his fingers through his messy hair. “Hey Georgie,” he mumbled, stifling a yawn. “Early again?”

The boy nodded. “I need to study for the test today.”

Oh. That’s right, the test.

“Mmh, that’s smart of you,” Dan muttered, pushing the stack of papers to the side of his desk.

“Professor,” he started, stepping forward and tilting his head to the side. “You know about the inspection, right? You don’t look very prepared…” Georgie pointed to the mess on Dan’s desk; the scattered papers and piled up coffee cups.

Dan frowned, his heart dropping. “Inspection…? I didn’t hear about an inspection…”

The boy raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, the check up for the teachers today. The principle’s coming around during class…” he trailed off.

Dan’s eyes widened. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath. “Oops. I didn’t cuss, don’t tell your parents.” Georgie giggled.

He hadn’t known. Why had no one told him?

They probably had. He had been rather spacey recently.

“Well I’m screwed,” Dan mumbled, biting his lip. “Georgie, would you mind helping me clean up a bit…? I’ll give you extra credit…”

The boy nodded immediately, slinging off his bag and tossing it on the nearest desk.

“Sir?” Georgie smirked slightly, helping Dan with some of the mugs. “Do you have a crush on Mr. Lester?”

Dan immediately flustered, his face going red. “A crush? N-No, of course not, it’s… I wouldn’t call it a crush…” Dan swallowed, stumbling over his words. “You w-wouldn’t understand.”

Georgie rolled his eyes, straightening his glasses. “Whatever you say, professor.”

The rest of the day, Dan was a mess. He was sweaty and his hands were shaking, and he stuttered far too much.

The students were noticing; a few times one of them would raise their hand and ask what was wrong, and Dan would just deflect it. He couldn’t mess this up; he actually liked this job, he liked the kids. And it would hurt to be fired by the literal most attractive man he’d ever seen.

Damn it, he needed to get it together.

His literature class was the last to be inspected, which just made it worse. When the door finally quietly opened and shut and Phil Lester stepped through, Dan actually jumped.

“Uh, great,” he breathed, flashing the man a shaky smile and pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Guys, your principle is here to check me out.” He instantly realized what he had said, and his face went magenta. “Er, I didn’t mean…” he let his face fall into his hands; some of the kids laughed, and one whistled. “Nevermind.”

Phil chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Mr. Howell. Don’t worry, nothing too serious, I’m just here to observe.” He made a motion with his hand for Dan to continue. “Go on. Don’t mind me.”

The problem was, Dan did mind him. He was in the corner of his vision, in his fucking sexy tie and that look on his face…

Dan was sweating, and he stumbled over his words more than a few times, once even forgetting what he was saying all together.

He was a hot mess the whole time, and that’s why he wasn’t surprised when Phil stayed where he was after all of the students had trailed from the room.

Dan sighed, facing him and offering him a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sorry… that wasn’t the best class I’ve taught, I’ve been sick…”

Phil held out his hand, stopping him. “Please don’t worry, Mr. Howell. You’re not in trouble. I just have to ask you something.”

Dan frowned, his nerves getting the best of him, his stomach flipping. “Yes?”

Phil set down his clipboard, and straightening his glasses. “Are you scared of me, Dan?”

Dan raised his eyebrows, surprised by the question. “Scared… of you…?” Dan repeated.

Phil nodded, taking off the glasses and setting them down, stepping forward, and Dan’s breath caught.

“I couldn’t help but notice how nervous you looked,” Phil said calmly, and Dan swore he saw the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Your eyes kept… flickering to me, and you’d get distracted. Are you intimidated by me?”

Dan bit his lip, keeping Phil’s gaze, trying not to show how much of an effect he had on him.

“Was I? I suppose I’m just nervous about my job, I like working here…” he trailed off, sighing at the skeptical look on Phil’s face. “Okay. You caught me.” He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “I have a tiny crush on you, it’s silly.”

Phil raised one eyebrow, stepping closer again, backing him against the desk. Now Dan was positive he was smirking, just the tiniest bit, and it was attractive as hell.

“Is that so?” He asked, his voice going low, and Dan’s eyes widened.

“Yes?” Dan squeaked, and cleared his throat. Phil chuckled.

“Well I don’t find that silly, Mr. Howell. It’s actually quite flattering.” He placed his hands on either side of Dan, leaning against the desk, effectively trapping him against the wood.

“Oh yeah?” Dan breathed. This was definitely a move. His heart skipped a beat, and he let his eyes flicker from Phil’s eyes to his lips. If he kissed him, Dan would pass out.

Phil smiled crookedly. “Yes. And if I’m being completely honest, I have the smallest crush on you as well.”

Dan’s face tinted even more pink, and he bit his lip. “R-Really?”

“Yes…” Phil drew a line up Dan’s jaw with his finger, hooking it under his chin and smirking. He moved close enough to Dan’s ear that he could feel his breath against his skin. “I think you’re cute. But you won’t let that distract you, will you professor?”

Dan swallowed, and Jesus, this was turning him on.

“No, of c-course not, sir,” Dan breathed, stifling a moan as Phil’s breath brushed his neck.

“Mmh,” Phil hummed in approval, and Dan could practically taste his grin. “Good boy.” And then Phil’s lips were against Dan’s throat, sucking gently, and Dan lost it.

His hands flew up, grasping at Phil’s shirt, and he let out a quiet whimper-moan combination. Phil chuckled, letting his hands fall to Dan’s waist and pulling him closer.

Dan threw his head back, giving Phil more access and whining as he bit down on Dan’s most sensitive spots. It was crazy how he knew all the places that would make Dan weak, when he hadn’t even touched him before.

“If we’re still being honest,” Phil growled under his breath, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Dan’s hair and pulling his head back. “I’ve wanted to do this since you started working here.”

Dan moaned from the combination of the words and the rough gesture. “Please…” he whined, squirming against Phil’s touch.

Phil smirked, nipping at a spot right under Dan’s ear. “Please what, baby?”

“I want you,” Dan muttered in response, hooking his fingers in Phil’s belt loops and pulling him closer so their hips were pressed together. “Please, Phil.”

Phil grinned, pulling Dan forward by the shirt and kissing him open mouthed. Dan kissed back immediately, letting Phil take control, moaning against his mouth as Phil slipped his tongue into Dan’s, gripping his waist.

Phil’s hands roamed Dan’s body and soon it was frantic, kissing him roughly and touching everywhere he could reach. Dan whimpered, bucking his hips into Phil’s, making Phil groan and hold him still, grinding against him.

Phil pulled back, his hair messy and his eyes flashing with pure lust.

“Clothes off,” he growled, moving over to the door and locking it.

Dan hurried to pull his jeans down when he collected himself, kicking them away as well as his shoes, tugging his sweater over his head. When Phil got back he kissed Dan again, loosening his tie.

“Pants,” he muttered, an order, and Dan nodded, falling to his knees and working at Phil’s zipper. He tugged them down, mouthing at the visible bulge in his boxers.

Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair with one hand and using the other to unbutton his shirt.

“Jesus, Dan,” he breathed. “You’re good with your mouth.”

Dan looked up at him, grinning and standing, pushing Phil’s shirt the rest of the way off. “Thanks.”

Phil pushed him back against the desk, kissing him hotly and grabbing at his ass, grinding against him. Dan moaned, a high pitched whine falling from his lips.

“Do you have…?”

“Yes,” Dan said immediately, moving to dig through the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a condom and then a small bottle of lube. Phil raised his eyebrows, and Dan shrugged. “What, I masterbate a lot,” he mumbled, coming back and wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck.

Phil smirked, kneading his ass and making Dan squeak. “Do you think about me?”

“Hell yeah,” Dan answered, breathless. “Now fuck me.”

Phil nodded, silently flipping Dan around, bending him over the desk. “Impatient,” he muttered, tutting and smoothing his hand over Dan’s ass.

Dan whimpered, burying his face in his arms and pushing back. “Please, sir, more.”

Phil tugged Dan’s boxers down swiftly, digging his nails into the soft flesh.

“Of course, babe,” he growled, pressing Dan’s face against the desk.

It didn’t take long to stretch him; Dan whined and pushed back on his fingers, transformed into a horny submissive teenager by Phil’s touch. It was adorable, and Phil could feel himself getting harder by the second.

Soon enough Dan was stretched enough, and Phil hurried to roll on the rubber and lube himself up, the anticipation in his stomach building.

He placed one hand firmly on Dan’s lower back and one was tangled in his hair, tugging as he pushed in without warning.

Dan cried out, muffling his moans of desperation by biting down on his hand. Phil groaned at the tight heat surrounding him, bottoming out slowly and digging his nails into Dan’s skin.

“So good,” he breathed huskily, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in. “So fucking good, Dan, so tight- look so good underneath me…”

Dan moaned, loud and feminine; Phil was a talker, and fuck, that turned him on. Phil snapped his hips suddenly, thrusting hard, filling Dan up completely and making him scream. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck-! Phil, fuck, harder-!” He felt Phil press his face into the desk harder, and he practically drooled, panting desperately.

Phil listened to him, speeding up his thrusts and fucking into him rough. He rolled his hips, groaning and gripping Dan’s hips.

“Fuck, Dan-” he moaned, lining himself up to Dan’s body to kiss down the back of his neck as he thrust into him. “Oh Jesus, you feel so good.”

He sped up as much as he could, the only noises in the room being Dan’s noises of pleasure as well and Phil’s groans, and the slapping of skin.

Dan nearly screamed as Phil pounded into his prostate over and over again, hitting him in just the right spots, and he could feel himself getting close.

He came without warning, over the desk, his moans loud as ever and high pitched and whiny.

Phil made a noise low in his throat at Dan’s sudden change of pitch, and the tightening around his cock, and came into him with one last thrust.

The next day, Dan wore a turtleneck to class.

Isabella Gomez just had a live stream on Instagram and here are some of the things I learned

-Her favorite show from Netflix is “Orange Is The New Black”

-One Day At A Time Season 2 starts filming on may 31st

-She likes to have a live audience except for the times where there are intimate scenes like kissing

-She is an only child

-Her voice gets lower when she speaks Spanish and it is insanely cute

-Someone asked her if she was straight (tbh I was like whaaat that is kinda stepping over the line) but she answered anyway and said that she sees sexuality as a spectrum which is really cool

-She said she likes Jennifer Lawrence’s acting. Someone pointed out JLaw is so problematic and she said she knew, she was just talking about acting. She also said she always tries to learn and that sometimes her friends call her out on something and she always appreciates it (honestly she’s the best)

-She works out a lot

-She auditioned for Brooklyn 99 recently but didn’t get the part (whaaat?!)

-When asked if Carmen is coming back she said she doesn’t know but hopes so

-Everyone went “Elena should have a girlfriend” and she just said “I know, I’ve heard you, believe me! The writers have heard you!” So at least they know what we want

-She loves reality shows 😂

-Someone asked “Do you have a type?” And she went all serious and said “Yes. Fuckboys!” and she and her friend laughed

-Her grandfather called her Chavelua, which is her Instagram name

-She loves pasta

-Some people tell her she has an accent or it suddenly comes out with certain words

-Someone asked her if she wanted to have kids (like she is 19 but whatever) and she just went “I don’t want kids 🤔”

-Overall she was very sweet and funny and honest and I feel blessed that she saw some of my comments and answered to many of her fan’s questions

Maid For A Day - Dave Hodgman

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dave Hodgman/Reader

Word Count: 4345

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving in a way), Master Kink

Notes: I blame Persona 5 for this idea. It was just a funny idea and I can see Dave’s friends trying to get him laid. This is kinda just pure silliness that leads to fucking a hot guy.

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Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.

Words:1992

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles


lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.

-

Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

February: The fall starts easy. I took baby aspirin, and a rusty spoon to my head, and smoked the stale weed my brother left in a broken vase before he left for college. Night comes fast, and tells the creation story. I ignore her this time. I don’t give a fuck about how I was made anymore tell me how I fall apart.

March: Nobody can ever find the raw spot on their leg until they start itching. I remember 6th grade when the mosquito bit my calf. Larvae and laps on the soccer field in early spring. He is oozing into my shoes with the mud.

April: My mother buried my rusty spoon, and took my brown hands. the clothesline was dripping carbonated orange soda sun, the wind was soft, the mice were sleeping warm beneath the floorboards; she spread my tarot on the floor with the forever broken and gnarled thumb she stuck in a blender when she was 5. That spring I walked home alone some nights, the heatwaves followed me like the labored breath of drunk men who don’t take no for an answer, I turned over The Devil and someone dropped a wine glass next door, she gasped, white eyes, the mice began to scrape and scream, the heatwave killed their children like it split my shoulders open and ate the youth inside.

May: The month of falling out of trees, junior high was gonna shipwreck any day now. There is a fast food place where the milkshakes taste like cough syrup and the skater kids cheat death on 3 feet of concrete stairs. There is a crack in the sidewalk in front of it, and he kick flips on it to break the back of the mother who left him at 13, he breeds violence between his fraying vans and then something in his ankle snaps, my oxygen goes tar black. He bleeds, he. Makes this sound. Like a dog when you step on its foot. I want to hold him, put a butterfly on his cheek, give him a band aid, something, God, something. He looks like he’s in pain. I want to. I don’t know. Help.

I walk away trembling and put my head between my knees behind a dumpster full of shitty milkshakes.

June: The neighbors fuck like rabbits while I’m trying to cry to joy division. I pray for a lightning strike. This type of poetry is for pretty girls, anyway.

July: my birthday flies into the glass of my bedroom window and breaks its neck. mom said the only things you can grow in summer that won’t die are grapefruit and hair, and I made a garden, I cut my chest open for Demeter each full moon. These locks were watered with gulf stream sea spray. I fed them bludgeoned daydreams. I threw my head against church doors trying to send Jesus some red flowers for his funeral, or maybe his birthday, doesn’t really matter, we celebrate both.

August: I got kicked out of high school knocking myself out on my desk. People carved hearts into the enamel, I carved my heart out of my chest and turned it in for my midterm. I slam dunked my skull into the bleachers on game day, and when the bleachers fell, into my history textbook, and when the book was mushy with blood, into the track field. I’m grinning ugly, dancing to the 80’s synth in an empty gym after homecoming, with a nosebleed dripping love songs down my yellow teeth, like words on old gravestones: here lies a moontoothed lover who will never rest in peace, every night she claws her grave and hears the call of western waves.

September: I’m high on concussion flavored car races in a stolen low rider, bluebirds fly in circles around my head after we crash, I wrote a song on a 5 dollar bill called blunt force trauma and it is about skater boys with broken noses, snarls of shaggy Jew fro his friends make fun of, and hands. that graze los angeles highways while he rides asphalt waves, slam his locker, and give the finger to the education system he keeps tripping over like untied shoelaces. he pricks those hands sewing together the lackluster parties private school kids throw. he puts his dewy rose bud lips to the jack daniels bottle, and kicks the drum kit over, gives it mouth to mouth, pump his fists into someone’s chest, gives it a pulse again. hands big enough to steal grapefruit with, the size of my swollen heart. I didn’t know it could get that big but he bumped into me, buzzing like a light saber, sky walking out of the grocery store with a grapefruit. with my heart.

October: do you have a girl do you? have a lover? Jupiter is orbiting around whatever this emotion is called, the rollercoaster one. when you look at me. We spend Halloween turning into werewolves at the library, you were moshing in the kids section, bleaching your hair in punk rock, I was banging my bruised and knuckleheaded love poems into a paperback copy of Romeo and Juliet, brushing my hair with broken glass. That was the first day the blood on our hands was not our own, she shushed us and we laughed. High on Shakespeare and Jupiter gas, we dug our fangs into the dewy decimal system. You ask me my name, I tell you, you smile. We had matching bruises and I floated home.

November: You make me. Feel. You make me feel like I can speak to snakes. You make me feel like my hips have a purpose besides balancing bins of laundry, and bowls of fruit. You make 17 stop feeling like a suicide note no one will read. you make me banshee scream and lick like fire against young pines, when you. dance. when you. kiss her, let her ride your double dutch hips, and your skateboard. She is a new coin, tangy on his numb tongue, and he tucks her in his pocket, his lucky penny. I’m the bubblegum he scrapes off his sneakers and throws into a storm drain.

December: I still cower into my pillow and smile a crooked smile, and go red at the cheeks, you. You put the red in my cheeks. I’m here, I’m exploding, why can’t you see me? Just put the bottle down, take your hand from your eyes, I won’t ask you what happened to your face, or how you got that scar, I will just like you and like you. we can buy angels wings in Hollywood, make an apartment out of crumpled homework pages at the bottoms of our dirty backpacks, we can drop out of high school, I will like you and dissect your sadness like frogs in freshman biology I am used to the rotting smell in your ribcage, I reek of it too. I will like you. until I know how to love you.

January: I switch schools, I cut my hair, bleach what little is left. It makes my mother unhappy, she thinks my spirit world is severing ties, she thinks my planets are discordant. I ask somebody back home about him, she says he dropped out and started working on cars.

I come down. Softly.

February (again, again, again): He was born to a rabbi and a beauty queen. I was born to a chemist, and a witch. Ammonia, bleach. Don’t mix them unless you want someone to die. Blood, adolescence, summer saltwater. Don’t mix them unless you want to make somebody wish they were dead.

—  2. a crush. and nothing more.
Mr. Peril

We had a shop class at my school that was taught by the son of a mom and pop construction company in my town. They’re called Peril Constructions and are just a family run business that used to be well liked. However that changed after an incident in our highschool.

Mr Peril was not a good shop teacher. He would leave the class unattended constantly and if he was in the classroom often fell asleep. Well one day he left at some point and hadn’t been back for a few class periods, whatever we continued on our projects. A few kids goofed off and were playing around the equipment, suddenly some guy (SG) CHOPPED. HIS. HAND. OFF. I’m not entirely sure how. All I remember is giggles then screaming. We had to call security and 911 to get SG to the nurse (not prepared for the bloody stump) and eventually to the hospital.

So the aftermath of SG chopping off his hand is this: shop class cancelled for the week, Mr Peril was fired, school nurse passed out from seeing SG.

SG did get his hand reattached but he lost control of his last few fingers and the feeling in some of the others.

A Father’s Love

Word Count: 2142

Characters: Spencer x Reader, Jude (OC), Joplin (OC)

Warnings: A case of childhood pneumonia, homesickness, fluff, Spencer doubting himself. Please forgive me if I missed anything!

Summary: While Spencer is away on a case, he experiences a bad case of homesickness when your kids are sick.

A/N: This is actually a rewrite of a fic I wrote over on my SPN blog (@hanny-writes-spn) which I then turned into a Spencer fic. I know this is kind of lazy writing, but I wanted to give you guys some material to read… I hope you still enjoy it… :) (Also, I apologize for the names of the kiddos - I’ve been listening to a lot of Janis Joplin lately and just fell in love with the name Jude after watching Jude Law in The Aviator this afternoon… lol)

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It was the middle of the night, way past your kids’ bedtime, and yet you were still laid out on your living room couch. Your 4 year old son, Jude, was sick with a cold and refused to leave your side, along with your one year old daughter, Joplin. Of course they had both gotten sick at the same time while Spencer was away on a case.

You and Spencer had been married for five years now. You met when you used to work at the library down the street from your apartment. It took him almost a year to approach you and ask you out on a date. Then that one date turned into more dates. And the rest was history.

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anonymous asked:

RFA boys + V with MC being a teacher and all that comes with it. Like, for older kids a specialized knowledge about a certain subject and knowing teen stuff, and with little kids being up on all the latest "kid" things and always looking at (cont)

(Cont) toys and picture books and singing silly songs. And of course, the grading and lesson planning and kids who give problems and stress that comes on top of that. But she really really loves being a teacher and won’t give it up.


(Combined because of similarity!!)

A/N: These requests are so pure and I enjoy them so much but ive never seen how a teacher prepares for anything so i went based on what a few things teacher friends/my dad told me and how i interact with my siblings and stuff ;A; ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           -The two of you act like such kids yourselves, but he absolutely loves it, you teach younger children and he can see how soft and sweet you are to them!

           -He actually enjoys some of the cool kid gadgets you check out for your class

           -That cool robo-dog toy? He wants one now

           -ACTUALLY JEALOUS WHEN YOU GET IT FOR YOUR KIDS INSTEAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE IT’S NO BIG DEAL

           -He’s actually sat in on a few classes of yours his butt actually fits in the little kid chairs

           -The little tikes love him to death! They like to tease him about dating you

           - though they all think he’s a kid too just in a higher grade ;A;

           -But sometimes kids can get rowdy, and he knows this

           -When you come home stressed out, from kids misbehaving, he’s always there to lighten the mood! Tells you stories from when he was a kid, full of silly sound effects, and he’s even borrowed picture books from his mum to show you childhood pictures! It embarrasses him sometimes, but he knows that you enjoy the imaginations children have so it can’t hurt to tell you, right?

           - also lowkey shows up around snack time when he visits because he freaking loVES THE JUICE BOXES AND COOKIES MC CAN HE HAVE SOME TOO

*ZEN:

           -He knows how difficult teaching can be, his parents were teachers

           -SUPER. HYPED. When he found out that you’re a HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA TEACHER come on y'all i saw the chance so i took it

           -You actually went to school!!!! For acting!!! That’s amazing! He’s a natural so he didn’t have to

           -He tries to come to your class at least once a week to give the students some tips (since he’s in the field and semi-famous and all)

           -IF YOU HAVE ANY ADVICE THAT YOU LEARN FROM YOUR FANCY-DANCY SCHOOL, HE’D LIKE TO HEAR IT MC

           -He dropped out of school and had bad experience with teachers so he was actually really iffy about your job at first

           -But the first time he watched you shine because of your passion for helping these teens, he knew you belonged in this career

           -But when you come home from a long day of teens being….well….teens, he feels so bad

           -He was a rebellious teen so he thinks he can help talk to them about listening and respecting everything you try to do for them he kept them for two class periods one day lecturing them about how much respect you deserve and the kids all literally cried and hugged you at the end of it jfc zen what did you sAY TO THEM

           -Always there to wipe away your tears, whether they be of joy or sadness, when your class puts on plays. You’re proud of your students but he’s always 10x more proud of you because heY MC YOU DID THAT, LOOK

*JAEHEE:

           -YOU’RE A HIGH SCHOOL LITERATURE TEACH MC? THATS DOPE COME TALK NERDY TO ME

           -She thinks it’s so cool because!!!! The two of you can both really appreciate literature

           -It’s like a personal little book club between the two of you, always talking about themes and deeper meanings

           -Not to mention she lives for the drama you over hear in your classroom come on we all live for gossip every now and then dont judge me or jaehee and you can teach her all of the younger lingo which she uses to understand a few of the interns at work

           -When you’ve been up for hours trying to grade papers, she’s always there to help with them

           -Mainly because she wants to avoid you bashing your head against the table because they’re all writing the same things over and over again

           -If she comes across something she’s unsure about in her readings you’re the first person she asks

           -Love love loves helping you pick which books your students are going to analyze next

           -Not to mention!!! You always have all the newest books in almost any genre because of your job and!!! She always has something new to read!!!!

           -If your day was rough though, she’s got coffee at the ready for you, the two of you are going to sit down and just rant about anything and everything that happened because hey kids can be stupid, she’s not gonna tell on you for pointing out the obvious

*JUMIN:

           -He finds it absolutely adorable when you come home covered in paint, glitter, marker, you name it

           -Calls you his masterpiece what a sap

           -Not used to being around kids but he visits your kids as often as possible

           -HE’S SO CUTE WHEN HE’S HELPING THE KIDS FINGER PAINT OH MY GOD

           - they paint kitty whiskers on his face sometimes and you’ve never seen him smile bigger

           -They once asked him to build a tower out of blocks with them and he took over the entire project, made a replica of the C&R building

           -When the two of you are at home, though, he refuses to admit he enjoys it there with the kids. Complains about paint on his white shirt, why are kids to loud, they’re so energetic what the heck, etc etc

           -Always buying cool new toys and craft things for your classroom- he knows how teachers are paid and he just wants to help out. For you. Not for the kids. its totally for the kids dont let him fool you

           -He never really knows how to comfort you if you come home from a hard day with your class, so he usually sits with your head resting against him. He listens to you rant about everything that happened, running his hand through your hair to let you know he’s listening.

           -Never ONCE has he asked you to quit your job. He thinks teachers are important and should be treasured, and he sees how happy the kids make you every day- he could never ask you to give that up but hey mc if you ever wants kids of your own, he’s got you, wink wonk

*SAEYOUNG:

           -Teacher? lmao what’s that not everyone is a freaking genius saeyoung shUT UP

           -MC CAN I COME BY SOME TIME AND LEARN I PROMISE I’LL BE A GOOD STUDENT saeyoung dont do that

           -You were a high school computer science teacher, and hello MC i could be of service saeyoung pls

           -He came in as a guest speaker one day and none of the students could keep up with what he was saying??? What’s all of this?? Mr. Choi can you please dumb down the lesson???

           -By the end of class though, everyone (including him) were just drawing stupid pictures on MS paint sigh

           -He’s actually really excited that you teach computers to teenagers!! Computers are great, MC!!! You can teach them to hack! no saeyoung thats not what i do, thats you

           -Sometimes he’ll play dumb and ask you for help with his computer just to hear your teacher voice (it doesnt work often because you KNOW he knows what’s wrong)

           -“MC, you can be the teacher and I’ll play the naughty student *eyebrow wiggle*” he walks in with a plaid skirt and knee high socks what a fucking doRK

           -There are days that the kids just don’t listen and do whatever they want, and it frustrates you to no end. Some of them were wrestling and broke a monitor once, and you had to call Saeyoung, break down and cry on your lunch break. He’s always there at the end of the day with blanket forts and HBC to get you away from all electronics even for a little while

           -The next day though, he hacks into all the computers in your classroom and scares the students into paying attention because what person doesn’t freak out when someone starts listing their personal information on their screen???

*V:

           -High school dance teacher?

           -Are you his soulmate MC because it’s really feeling like it

           -He’s a dancer himself! (though he doesnt practice it often)

           -So he always offers to be your partner on days you’re teaching couple’s dances!

           -He can tell how much effort and passion you put into helping these kids learn the art

           -You absolutely radiate warmth and excitement if your class holds a recital

           -HE’S ALWAYS THERE TO TAKE ACTION SHOTS OF YOU AND THE CLASS BECAUSE WOW MC

           -But kids will be kids, which means sometimes there are attitudes thrown around

           -Some days you feel as if you get no respect, and they do whatever they want to do, and it breaks not only your heart but your spirit as well and he will not stand for it

           -He’s very good at lecturing, and seeming nice with a threatening undertone. So when he catches something like this happening, you can bet he’s in front of the class, pouring his heart out about how much respect you deserve for all of your hard work and they shape up real quick every time this happens. So he kisses you on the forehead and lets you keep teaching <3

*SAERAN:

           -You work with little kids all day?

           -Why would you wanna do that to yourself jfc

           -You’re always looking at cute, kid crafts and he kind of wants to try them but he’ll never tell you that

           -Very very afraid to visit your class because? He’s scary, he doesn’t want the little kids to be afraid of him

           -But they WEREN’T. AT ALL. He could feel his heart melting at how much they actually liked him like holy crap MC i wanna come visit every day

           -HE FINALLY GETS TO TRY THOSE LITTLE KID CRAFTS WITH NO SHAME, YES, SCORE

           -The two of you are the power team at story time, everyone is completely enthralled with the story, voices, and how you act them out

           -When you first told him that you were a teacher for little kids, it made complete sense to him. You’re so sweet and kind and patient and bubbly and it just cliCKED WOW MC YOU ARE A TEACHER

           -But kids have tantrums, and short attention spans, and they’re very stubborn, so if you have a rough day, you actually have to calm him down instead saeran you cant threaten the children its okay im just tired ill be fine

           -The two of you have naps on those rough days, he’ll rub your shoulders to help you relax, and he actually goes out of his way to look up things for your lesson plan the next day!

bekind-unwind  asked:

In which Nico absolutely hates the son of Hades nicknames. He tolerates them to a point, but with Will he eventually snaps, gets absolutely passed, and Will has to fix it. (And find new pet names)

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“What’s up, Death Breath?” Will held an easy grin on his face, but Nico was not in the mood for him today. After trying (and failing), to get Chiron to let him go into the city, Nico was feeling anything but happy to stay around camp for the day.

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed back, causing Will to roll his eyes. In truth, Nico hated the “son of Hades” nicknames. Death Breath, Lord of Darkness, Goth, Dead Kid, whatever Will or the other campers had come up with after he decided to stay. Somewhere deep in the recess of Nico’s mind, he understood that the nicknames didn’t really mean anything, that they were supposed to be light, fun ways of teasing Nico, but he couldn’t help but feel like they were taunts. Nico still struggled with insecurities, and his biggest one was still people accepting who his father was. It was why the names bothered him so much. They felt like little jabs at who he was.

“Would you prefer I called you Bones? Or perhaps Little Death,” Will was obviously enjoying himself, laughing at each new name that he came up with. Nico tried not to let his insecurities get the best of him, but hearing the names from his boyfriend made it hurt so much worse.

“I would prefer,” Nico interrupted Will, looked down at him in shock, “if you and everyone else would just call me Nico. Since that is my name and all. You guys don’t have to constantly use those stupid names to get to me. Especially you, Will.”

Will was stunned for a moment, and Nico felt pathetic for lashing out at him for something so small and trivial, but the names had become too much for Nico to constantly hear. Why couldn’t they just call him by his name? Was “Nico” really that bad of a name? When Nico finally looked up at Will, he was staring down at Nico with concern in his blue eyes.

“Nico, why didn’t you tell me you hated my nicknames? I would have stopped using them a long time ago if I knew.” Nico felt the full shame of what he’d said descend on him and he hung his head, letting his bangs fall in his eyes as he scuffed his shoes on the ground.

“I don’t know. You guys always seemed like you enjoyed them so much. Why ruin your fun just because I don’t like it?” He mumbled quietly.

“Because it’s not fun if you don’t like it, Nico, that’s not having fun. That’s making fun of you,” Will spoke softly, causing Nico to lit his head up and look through his bangs at his boyfriend. “I would never use those names if I had known how upset they made you, and neither would anyone else. We didn’t mean to upset you with them.”

“I don’t want to seem whiny, though,” Will sighed quietly and Nico felt himself shrink.

“It’s not whiny, Nico, I promise,” Nico looked up at Will again, catching the smile on his face. “Besides, there’s so many better nicknames to use.” In that moment, Nico had never felt so lucky to have Will, who was so ready and willing to drop what made Nico uncomfortable and try something else. “Like, ‘what’s up, baby?’ Or, ‘hey, babe’. There’s so many more cute nicknames that I’d love to use for you, if you’re okay with them. I promise I’ll ask you first now.” Will was still grinning, and Nico honestly had no idea what he had done to deserve the literal ball of sunshine that was Will Solace. “Sound good, sweetheart?”

Nico felt himself blush at the much more affectionate name. “Yeah.”


look at how early it is

Forget everything you know about love

Husbands!Jikook, 10k of angsty crack + fluff fluff fluff 

For we cannot love something we do not remember, but maybe forgetting was the solution to all of Jungkook’s problems.

A/N: From this request; hope you like it!


A left, another left, a right, and then a left. Or was it left, right, left, left?

Jungkook doesn’t have time to worry about that as he races down the hall, each tick of the clocks in the hospital, each quickening beat of his heart feeling like it might be the last. Like it might be too late.

Room two twenty-four, two twenty-five… screw it.

Jungkook bursts through the door a millisecond before he could process that it was indeed the correct number, but is given confirmation by the figure seemingly drowning beneath the white sheets.

He was pale. An IV drip attached to one arm. There were a few patches of faint yellow from the bruising. But amidst the faint beeping in the background and the smell of disinfectants much too strong, he was still the same Jimin that Jungkook had always known.

“Jimin—” Jungkook cuts himself off, part of him afraid that he’d regret whatever tumbled out of his mouth in such a distraught state, and the other part of him not even knowing what to say.

Jimin, I’m so sorry…please don’t hate me.

Jungkook keeps his head bowed, avoiding the look of hatred that he expected from his husband.

“Um…hi?”

But as he looks up and sees that strangely empty look in Jimin’s eyes, he knows that something isn’t quite right.

“Jimin? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” A pause that feels much too long. “Sorry, um, could you tell me who you are?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed and lips curling down into a frown. “Were you someone important to me?”

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ok so back in 6th grade there was this new kid (we’ll call him G)and he got acquainted pretty quickly and had a small group of pals or whatever. he was like a total douche and would normally bully one of my close friends. one day out at P.E. we were playing soccer or something and G was trying to start shit with one of my other close friends (we’ll call him D). so things began to escalate, but D was smart and waited for G to throw the first punch so he could claim self defense. before this next part i want to point out that D was a gymnast, and was generally not a guy you wanna get in a fight with. anyway, G threw the first punch as expected and D, without hesitation, picks him up and throws him over his shoulder, thus ending the fight in about a second. G ended up with a sprained back, and was later expelled. D got a week’s suspension and the adoration of many of our classmates.

The ot3 was kind of majestic in the last chapter ngl 👍

Puppy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: You go to a meeting at Scott’s house, to discuss over the new Beacon Hills’ new threat. There you bump into Peter Hale, who you deeply dislike, because he has precious information. But he makes the mistake of threatening Stiles, your boyfriend, and this get wild.

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The clock in your bedroom stroke seven P.M., letting you know you were terribly late for today’s meeting, which had been scheduled by Scott almost a week ago. And, if you knew McCall right, which you did, the boy would probably be plotting a way to rip your head off for not having enough commitment (you also feared for your ears) towards the pack issues. Like he did every single bloody time.

“Mum? I’m leaving!”

“May I know where are you going?”

“Scott’s.” You replied, softly, while grabbing your keys. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. It’s just a couple of hours.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time! Y/N… Are you, like, seeing him? Or whatever you teens call it this days? Because it’s okay, he’s actually a good kid and…”

What the heck?” Your voice came out quickly and as a high pitched sound. “Oh, God, no. Absolutely no.”

“You two spend too much time together, I just assumed…”

“Well, you’re wrong. He’s just a good friend who happens to need my help in, ah, biology.” You blurted out, finding some lame excuse to explain why you would be at his home.

“Oh, I’m sorry. So guys have been studying together this whole time?”

“Yeah, totally. He was almost failing.”

Of course lying to your mum was bad and, since the beginning, when you were turned into a werewolf, you truly desired to come clean with her about everything. However, Scott told you it would be better, and safer, if she did not know. Pondering a little, it was pretty clear that he was right. The woman would probably have a stroke or worse: send you to Eichen House believing her poor daughter had lost her mind. Considering both scenarios were bad, you chose wisely and stayed quiet.

“If it’s that bad, then you shouldn’t be wasting time talking to me. Go!”

“Thank you, beautiful!”

“And by the way, if I were you, I’d totally go for Scott. He’s hot!”

“Mum, you’re married!” Your eyes widened upon hearing the comment and you had hold in a laugh.

“So what? I’m married, not blind.”

“And that’s my cue to leave. Bye!”

“Be careful out there!”

You walked out of the house silently and went straight to the car, not having enough guts to agree with your mum. Even though she was not aware of your double life, being a supernatural creature meant you would always be a target to the bad guys and your life would always be at stake. So, definitely, “safety” was promise you could not live up to.

“This is not a good time to feel guilty about helping other people, Y/N.” You said to yourself, tightening the grip around the steering wheel.

Although McCall’s house was not far from yours, getting there alone was legit challenge. The road was dark and thin rain began to pour, which got your senses all crazy. Perhaps it was because a two hundred bad ass werewolf was running around in town and no one had clue on how to stop it.

A small sigh slipped, knowing that was, doubtless, tonight’s discussion subject. The third time in the week they gathered to share information and no one had a single thing to say. Not even Stiles, who could never shut his mouth up. Matter fact, sometimes you had to kiss him for it to happen, otherwise… Oh, and yes, he was your boyfriend. Sort of. Argh, it was complicated.

Without further warning, your phone began to rang loudly, scaring the hell out of you and forcing your return to reality.

“Uh, hi?”

Y/N, where, for God’s sake, are you?” An angry alpha shouted.

“Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m already outside, just give me two minutes to park.”

We’ve talked about this before and you keep letting it happen.

“Oh, don’t be so mad. I just got caught up in some family drama!” You said, finally finding a spot near his house to park your car. “Apparently, my mum thinks you’re hot.”

What?!” He squeaked, nervous, and you simply laughed. “Are you serious?

“Oh, yeah. She thought we were dating and when I said we’re not, well, the words ‘I’d go for Scott’ may have slipped.”

While you walked towards his house, shaking from the rain, you heard him repeat the word “God” at least twenty times, which made a tiny giggle escape. It was hard not to laugh when Scott got nervous.

I still can’t believe this.

“Then don’t.” You shrugged. “Come open up the door for me.”

The phone suddenly went mute and was exchanged by sounds of feet thumping against the floor, clumsily, which indicated that it was Stiles who was coming. Your heart warmed up, thrilling with the idea of being with him again after so many hours split. If it was up to you, there was no time in the day you would be apart from Stilinski. And you knew he felt exactly the same way every time he pulled you into his warmth.

“Hey, you.” Stilinski whispered, winking.

“Hey.”

Your story with that brown haired boy was long and complicated, because not long ago he was madly in love with Lydia Martin, one of your best friends too. They had a kind of love you did not want to get in the middle of it, despite the pain you had to face all those times you saw him chase her down or hear him talk about the red hair over and over. However, as your friendship grew stronger, those feelings began to be left behind, opening up space for something new. Something neither of you could understand at its fullest.

“Are you in there?” Stiles asked, intertwining your fingers with one hand and the other was stroking your cheek.

“Oh, yeah. I just missed you, love.”

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