you know i got suspended from school

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Prison AU: inmate dan becomes officer Phil's personal fuck toy at the prison.

Warning!! Smut: Inmate! Dan, guard! Phil, dom! Phil, sub! Dan, degradation, feminization, spanking, choking, daddy kink, hand jobs, blow jobs, closet sex, etc etc.


~Dan was told many things whenever he was first put into prison. He was told he would lose weight, eat less, exercise more, have to fight more, cigarettes were considered currency, all the usual stuff you’d be told before going to prison. No one, however, told him one thing in particular: That he would be a prison bitch.

~Dan had always known he was gay on some level, and didn’t much care for the idea of unconsented sexual relationships in prison, which he had also been warned about beforehand. But he wasn’t just a prison bitch to another prisoner, no of course not, a guard had claimed him.

~Phil Lester was a well respected officer, he had been working here for a few years and everyone was proud of him for his years of diligent hard work. He was a man of secrecy though, kept to himself most often, about many things, including his love life. Many of his coworkers had in the past asked him about his love life, but he never spoke about it. Again, being a man of secrecy, his love life fell under that veil.

~Dan had met Phil during his first year in. He knew who he was from the moment he saw him, the blue eyes strikingly familiar in a way that made his stomach knot up with old feeling swelling up. They had been together in high school, breaking up just before graduation due to having different career path choices, and different college choices. So they had decided it best for their relationship to just break up before making things too complicated.

~Phil was doing rounds, bunk checks were regular after an incident that happened a few weeks past. He looked through each bunk thoroughly, walking through the narrow hall and going into each one to check individually. He slowly walked in bunk 13, meeting his eyes with a pair of familiar brown eyes he hadn’t seen since he spent two years looking into them daily. Dan Howell.

~Phil smirked, deciding to play fun at their chance to catch up. “Inmate. What are you in for?” He asked, leaning on the cement frame of the small room and looking around to make sure no one noticed them before meeting his eyes back with Dan’s. “Vandalism. Mom had some asshole boyfriend start beating her, I destroyed his house, car, work area, everywhere I could. I wanted to destroy him like he had been destroying mom.”  

~Phil chuckled quietly, smiling fondly. “So. You still the same old mama’s boy I see.” He smirked. Dan scoffed softly, rolling his eyes and crossing his legs on his mattress, looking up at Phil with a grin. “Shut up.” He hummed. “I got three years for it too. In my opinion, totally worth it.”

~Phil nodded, looking around as the rest of the prisoners moved to the lunch area. No one would mind if he held Dan up, after all, he was an officer, he could do as he liked to the prisoners pretty much. He walked over and sat by him, smiling. “I haven’t seen you in so long.”

~Dan chuckled softly and nodded, looking at him. “Yeah. I haven’t seen you since you tore my heart out and stomped on it.” He murmured a little. “Seriously? Dan we aren’t 17 anymore you cannot still be brooding over me leaving you. I was going to a school 4 hours away from you. It would have been too hard!” He sighed, placing a hand on Dan’s thigh. “You know I loved you. I cried the whole time because I didn’t wanna leave. I loved you too much.”

~Dan sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back. “You shouldn’t touch me. Even talking to me so intimately could cost you your job.” He sighed again, his tone a little sad. “I got suspended for you four times in a year, lost two jobs over you, and gotten a teacher fired for you just because my dad is a lawyer. Danny, as it was before, it’d be worth it to lose a job over you.”

~Dan smiled softly, his dimple popping out and a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “I haven’t been called Danny in a  very long time. Especially not by a guy so cute.” He hummed, swaying a little from side to side and nudging Phil.

~Phil chuckled softly, glancing around again just for safety before leaning in and pecking Dan’s cheek. “I’ve missed you. And you’re flirting.” He smiled. “Oh the flirting can get much worse. Have I ever said how much I love a man in uniform? Although, looking good in the uniform isn’t the challenge. Looking good with it off is. And I can guarantee you look damn good with it off.” He smiled bashfully at his own flirting, leaning his head on Phil’s shoulder.

~Phil laughed quietly, shaking his head and kissing his hair softly. “Why does this feel so familiar? I feel like I’m 17 again and my boyfriend is trying to get into my pants after homecoming.” He laughed.

~Dan smiled sweetly. “It does feel familiar doesn’t it?” He agreed, feeling Phil’s fingers lace with his own. “Even after all these years when you touch me I get butterflies…” He smiled, nuzzling his neck a little. “That your way of telling me you got a boner or something?” Phil snickered, feeling Dan shove him over, his laugh ringing in his ears.

~Phil smiled in adoration as they calmed down from their mutual laughter, letting Dan settle back against him before taking his hand in his own once more. “You know, orange really isn’t your color.” He commented. “And what do you suppose I do about it? It’s the only attire I’ll be allowed to wear for the next few years.” He chuckled, this time a bit sadly.

~Phil smirked again, squeezing his hand. “You could just take it off sometimes. Preferably when you’re with me.” He suggested, only half kidding. “You just miss my ass don’t you?” Dan smirked back, going along with his flirting. “Oh fuck yes I did.” Phil laughed, almost snorting. “I have to admit, it to this day is the best ass I’ve ever gotten. Probably because I love the person attached to it so much..” He smiled.

~Dan flushed pink, giggling quietly and looking up at him, moving into his lap and starting to play with his hair. “I never really got over you either, as cheesey as it may sound.” He bit his lip, and Phil felt the same butterflies in his stomach he got the day he had first kissed Dan. He was so pretty, he hadn’t aged a day. Granted it had only been a few years, but still. He was just as breathtaking a sPhil remembered him to be.

~Phil smiled at him, his hopes raising. He knew he couldn’t make a relationship with Dan again, not with him being in prison and all. But he could, at the very least, get to know him again. “Yeah?” He asked, seeing Dan nod. “Yeah..” He said.

~They were dangerously close, close enough that Phil could lean in not even an inch and close the gap between them with ease. His hands shook, he could get fired and he did love this job, he didn’t want to get fired by any means. But the way Dan looked, his hair curly and longer than it used to be, his big brown doe eyes burning into him, his lips soft and pink, the bottom caught between his teeth; he was down right irresistible, and so, on impulse, he leaned in and kissed Dan with all the passion, lust, and love he had harbored for him all these years.

~Dan kissed back with the same ferocity, lips and tongue and teeth clashing in a messy, heated kiss. His eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, his fingers tugging at Phil’s hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

~Phil noticed his hands starting to wander, unable to care, gripping the ass he has been still getting off to to this day. He slid his tongue along Dan’s, exploring his mouth as if he never had before, trailing over to kiss his jawline and his neck.

~Dan leaned to the side, his eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan escaping his lips. “You’re neck is still such a fucking g-spot for you huh baby boy?” He purred, nipping and sucking, but not leaving marks. Dan was letting out soft moans, the room quiet all except for Dan’s panting  and breathy moaning. “Please..” He begged quietly, desperate to be silent but knowing it was going to be nearly impossible, especially for him.

~Phil smirked against his pale skin, dragging his teeth over a vein in his neck and chuckling. “You gonna beg me baby? Beg for my cock like the slut you always are for me?” He asked, starting to unbutton Dan’s jumpsuit. Sure, they could be caught, sure this was wrong, sure this could cost him his job; But looking at Dan, his shirt halfway undone, his cock straining against his slightly chubby stomach, his eyes shut and moans slipping past his lips, Phil was reminded of just how much he didn’t care.

~Phil caught his lips for another rough kiss, slipping his hand down to grip Dan’s cock, stroking slowly. Dan nipped Phil’s bottom lip, tugging softly before moaning again, thankful everyone was at lunch and no one was around to hear the whorish noises he was making. “I’m barely even touching you.” Phil smirked. “And you’re already so close aren’t you?” He asked, speeding up his movements, swiping over the head of his cock with his thumb and collecting the beading precum.

~Dan whimpered, nodding half heartedly as he desperately bucked up his hips, trying to get more, Phil’s slow pace so delicious but so damn torturous. “More.” He begged again, leaning his head back and bucking his hips to no avail, Phil holding them down with force. “What do you want baby?” He asked, removing his hand from Dan and hearing him whine loudly at the loss, his hips still bucking up in desperation, trying to get friction to his throbbing cock.

~Dan whined again, finally relenting in understanding that Phil wouldn’t do anymore to him until he begged. And so as many times before, he dropped all pride, and begged like a whore for his rightful owner to fuck him senseless. “Please sir fuck me please! No one can make me cum like you do, please daddy, please I’ll do anything!” Tears fell past his eyes, he was so easy to work up and Phil would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

~Phil smirked smugly, nodding and kissing him briefly, slipping a key into his hand. “There’s a closet down the hall. Everyone else will be outside in the yard. I’ll be there in a moment.” He instructed. “I want you naked and stretched by the time I’m in there and if you aren’t? I’ll spank that perfect ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for the next week.” He finished and Dan nodded eagerly, getting up off his lap and dashing down the hall to do as told.

~Phil waited for some time to pass before making his way down to where he knew Dan was at, opening the door and smirking to himself. It was dimly lit, the window on the door covered, but most notable of this all was Dan. Dan who was bent over a small table, three fingers inside himself, stretching himself open and moaning loudly.

~Phil walked over, slapping Dan;s ass hard and making him squeak. “You better shut the fuck up slut. Or everyone in this damn prison is going to hear you acting like a fucking whore for me. Do you want tha Danny? Knowing you I bet you would. Everyone here to know your ass belongs to me, that pretty pink cunt is for me and me only to stretch open and fucking ruin.” he smacked his ass again, gripping the soft skin. “Isn’t that right baby?” He asked.

~Dan only moaned in response, feeling another harsh slap to his ass after he didn’t respond properly. “Fuck! Yes yes you’re right daddy! I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He admitted.

~Phil chuckled, flipping Dan around and pushing him to his knees. “No lube baby. Guess you’ll just have to get my cock wet enough with that beautiful mouth of yours.” He smirked, lifting Dan’s chin to make eye contact.

~Dan nodded, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans as quick as his fingers would let him. He tugged down his pants, mouthing over him through his boxers slowly. He kept looking up at Phil, wide innocent eyes, as if he was doing nothing arousing whatsoever. Phil groaned quietly, the cold air hitting his hard cock as Dan pulled him free from his boxers.

~Dan slowly licked up the side, putting on a show almost, wanting to do his absolute best, but still be a tease in the process. He swirled his tongue around his tip, wrapping his lips around him and slowly bobbing down. He kept a slow pace, taking Phil into his mouth and swiping his tongue over his slit every time he came back up.

~Phil tangled his fingers into Dan’s hair, pushing him down with force and watching Dan hollowing his cheeks to accommodate him, speeding up his movements. Dan bobbed his head quickly, his tongue working over every inch of his cock, making sure he’d be slicked up enough to fuck him painlessly before Phil pulled him off. He wiped the spit dripping from his mouth, the taste of precum stuck to his tongue in a way that made him even more desperate to be filled up and fucked hard.

~Phil pulled him up by the hair, pushing him over the desk and smacking his ass once more. He slowly rubbed his tip over his slightly gaping hole, pushing in just the tip before pulling out again. “You know the drill, I’m sure..” He smirked.

~Dan whimpered, looking back at him and blinking, his lips parted and his thighs starting to shake, his breathing unsteady. “Daddy please..I love being your toy. Letting you fuck me, mark me, break me, cum deep inside me. Please. Make me yours.” He whined, and that was all it took for Phil to slam in.

~Dan cried out, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes, pain and pleasure, along with his tears, clouding his vision as he looked back at Phil. He rocked his hips back, letting himself adjust but wanting more already. Phil smirked, pulling out and slamming back in not too long after, another loud and whiny moan passing Dan’s parted lips.

~Phil gripped his ass, watching himself slide in and out of the younger male, his hips pushing back against him with each hard thrust. “So good for me baby..” He gripped with both hands, kneading his ass as he sped up his thrusts, steadily slamming into him over and over again, his hips hitting against Dan’s ass with each rough thrust into him.

~Dan was struggling to stay silent, moaning loudly, the whole room smelling of sex, and the only noise to be heard in the whole area his loud, porn star moaning. Phil leaning forward, wrapping his hand around Dan’s throat and choking him. “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed, listening to Dan choke on his own moans, silencing significantly but still sounding beautiful with his symphony of whorish moans.

~Phil kept slamming in, hitting his prostate dead on each time with precision, as if he still knew exactly where to hit to drive Dan wild. “You sound like such a fucking whore all for me baby..” He leaned down to bite his earlobe, smirking. “Letting me fuck your pretty little cunt, making such loud noises for me baby. How did I ever get so lucky?” He praised, listening to Dan have to stifle another loud moan, the pressure on his throat increasing along with his arousal from what Phil was saying.

~Phil tugged down softly at his earlobe, tightening his grip on his throat as he grew closer, the pressure building in his lower stomach. He let go of Dam’s throat, hearing him gasp and moan as he tried to get his breath back. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Dan’s cock tightly and stroking in time with his harsh erratic thrusts.

~Dan cried out, getting louder as the same heat built in his stomach, signifying he was getting closer with every hard thrust against his spot and every harsh tug on his leaking cock. He moaned loudly, hearing Phil let out a soft noise under his breath, coming hard inside of the younger male.

~Phil panted gasping a little as he came hard inside of him, thrusting through his orgasm and feeling Dan tighten around him, the younger male closing his eyes and letting out a long drawn out moan as he came as well, bucking his hips into Phil’s hand to ride out his own orgasm.

~After they had both calmed down they laid against each other, naked and in a small cramped closet, breathing heavy. Eventually they started getting dressed, kissing and saying quick goodbyes since everyone was going to come in soon.

~Dan walked away, a smile on his face and putting his hand in his jumpsuit pockets, feeling a slip of paper in his pocket. He opened it and smiled even wider. “I missed you. Maybe we could do this again sometime?” 


A/N: Alright. I wrote this while my little brothers were all next to me playing video games on my tv. So, I’m going to hell, essentially. I hope you like this! It’s 2.9 k of dirtiness. I’ve been watching OITNB lately so this was written literally bc of that not gonna lie.

So I go to a relatively small group and once you hit sixth grade you get to go on multiple day field trips. Anyways, I was riding in a van with 10 other kids and 2 adults, we all had a bunch of sugary stuff. One kid brought a six pack of Pepsi. So we’re practically bouncing off the walls of the van and we finally stop and get out for lunch. The two adults I mentioned earlier were looking for directions to the restaurant, meanwhile 2 of the kids were SCALING a building. The adults didn’t even notice. Long story short, they get up to the second floor, and start coming back down. The other nine of us just watched in amazement. We didn’t know what to do. And they never got caught. Either way the next year we went to D.C., and they got banned from field trips for the rest of the year and suspended for 3 days.

Don’t you love public schools?

Nerd | [Part Five.]

Summary: Where Luke is pretentious and Y/N is a nerd.

Warning: PG-13

word count: 2594

{Part One.} {Part Two.} {Part Three.} {Part Four.}

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It had been a lonely week, surprisingly Luke hadn’t been to school.. all week, sure most people skipped, but as much as a ‘bad boy’ Luke was, he never skipped, and the more I pestered his friends where he was, the quieter they got.

“Just tell me!” I whined stopped Calum in the hallway, blocking his path, His jaw was tight and he avoided eye contact, I could see he was about to tell me something, I knew I could get the details out of him.

“It’s not my story to tell Y/N.” He shook his head, trying to get past me, I was close to tears, I just wanted to know what happened, why wasn’t Luke showing up? where had he gone?

“Cal..” My voice cracked putting my hand on his arm just as the second bell rang.

“No.” He said more to himself, “When Luke comes back, he can tell you.”

“When will he come back?! Why am I so in dark about this? He needs to get his grades up for football, Where is he even?” Now a tear had escaped my eye but I quickly wiped it away, hoping Calum didn’t see it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” His face softened, walking around me.

I sighed, looking at the ground, I was so frustrated, seeing him not in his seat the first day made me a little disappointed and I didn’t really know why, but I blew it off, then the second day… and then the third day, where all of his friends had sorrow looks of concern all lunch as I questioned them, but not one direct answer.

And I hated to admit it, but I was Used to his annoying attitude, and pointless arguments, the way he spun his pen in his hand in boredom, just the little things he did, it felt lonely without him in the seat next to mine, to have my personal space invaded more than once a day.

Plus, I had no one to protect me, and the people had been taking advantage of that, to getting shoved in a dumpster, to getting tripped, and Etc.

“Where’s your boyfriend Y/L/N?” The girl giggled, her friends laughing along, I kept my head down, staring at the empty seat int he corner of my eye.

Don’t listen to them.

I whispered to myself, but I knew as much as these girls, where was Luke?

“Did he get tired of you not putting out?”

Tightening my grip on my pencil, He wasn’t even my boyfriend.

“Or did mister bad boy realize he didn’t need to protect you anymore? that you were dragging him down the social latter, he probably killed himself-”

“He’s fine!” I yelled turning around in anger facing the girls, but I was more or less telling myself, that, what if Luke really had… . No, he wouldn’t.

After that day I refused to think any further about that topic, and I was going to get some answers.

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I had a nervous sweat on the top of my forehead, and my rib cage felt restricted, that was a bad idea, I was going to get caught, and never make it to my dream college, okay clearly I was over thinking this but still.

I had just broken into the principal’s office, to get Luke’s files I honestly I was surprised with myself to be able to lock pick his door after two minutes of nervous sweating and contemplating turning around and running away.

Luke’s file mostly consisted of fights, and unnecessary violence from what it sounded like, and of course: his address.

I was reaching a whole new level of stalking.

Turns out he only lived a ten-minute walk away from my house, ugh why hadn’t I just asked Calum where he lived? it would have saved me a whole lot of anxiety.

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The doorbell rang from inside, and I heard a rough voice call “Coming!” as I was met with a shorter version of Luke. . and much older, this must be his Dad.

“Uh hi-”

“Sorry I’m not buying anything, nor do I want to join your church.”  as he started to shut the door on me.

“No! uh is Luke here?” I winced when what seemed to be Luke’s father slammed the door on foot, as I felt like crying out in my pain, my foot burning.

“Oh, well Luke is grounded from seeing any of his little girlfriends, sorry.” Yet again, Luke’s father started to close the door.

“No, I’d never be his girlfriend!” I spoke my mind and then blanched in embarrassment processing my own words, “I mean your son is attractive and all but not AT ALL my type, honestly he’s the nicest… Nevermind! anyway, I have his homework and stuff, and I was really wanting to talk to him about a project in English.” I didn’t even have English with Luke, but I was desperate at this point to talk to the rude blonde.

“Come on in.” His dad sighed, opening the door fully, and from my viewpoint, I could see a kitchen, and a staircase, the house being very quiet besides’s what looked like football was on the T.V

“He’s in his bedroom, through that doorway, are some stairs to his room in the basement.” Luke’s father pointed to a stained white door next to another doorway to what looked like a half-bath, they had a big house for it to be so empty.

“Thank you mister Hemmings.” I smiled thankfully, hauling my heavy backpack with all of Luke’s homework, and his mighty big folder that should belong in the principles office right now.

Opening the door I was immediately greeted with a non-carpeted staircase, of stained normal wood boards, and it made me questions Luke’s choice of a bedroom, I walked down the stairs, it was pretty dim and smelled like Luke, and I couldn’t help the butterflies that filled my tummy, because of not smelling Luke’s scent for a week now.

“Lu-” I paused seeing a king sized bed with a unmoving figure laying half naked, his physique laying lazily, as his chest gently rose and fell, but what caught my attention were the scars on his chest and stomach, and his face.

I dropped my backpack, making my way over to his bed, the more I got closer, the more bruises and scratches I was able to see, my mouth hanging open in shock, and I now realized why he was staying home.

I sat down on the corner of his bed hesitantly, “Luke.” I shook his shoulder gently, I felt bad for waking him up, but I’ve been waiting a week for a straight forward answer.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice husky with sleep, his eyes squinted from sleep and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion a shy bit of anger.

“Yeah… I-I-I got your homework . .  . yeah.” my eyes trailed away from his left eye which looks like it used to almost look swollen shut, but looked pretty healed now.

“You know I was coming back to school tomorrow anyway …” as He sat up he rolled his eyes,  wincing slightly but quickly changed his composure hoping I didn’t notice.

“What Happened?” I asked, he was just wearing boxers, maybe if he wasn’t injured I would be ogling over him, but I was concerned about what happened more.

“It’s a long-”

“A long story? yeah, I’ve been told that the last week from your friends.” I spoke monotony, he looked away from me, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes, “I only play 21 questions Y/N, with someone I’m sleeping with.”

“So Look I’m not in the mood-” He started out saying standing up.

“That’s going to get infected if you don’t change the bandages.” I interrupted my finger barely grazing the side of his hip that had a white cloth bandaged that was taped to his side, clearly didn’t use a first aid kit very often, but what normal person used a first aid kit averagely?

I had already started to reach for my backpack, Luke trying to explain why 'He didn’t want my help’ but I wasn’t about to listen to him when he clearly needed help.

“Y/N stop! I’m fine, seriously! I don’t want your help.” Luke grabbed my wrist stopping me from peeling back his old bandage, which he really needed to change before he got worse, how come his dad hasn’t taken him to the hospital?

“But you need my help.” I glared him down, Luke sat down at the edge of his bed, he looked exhausted even after his nap, I didn’t blame him though as I pulled out disinfecting spray on from my small carry on first aid kit.

My dad was in a strange gambling system when I was younger and I’d always 'Patch him up’ with my little hello kitty bandages and kiss his boo boo’s when I was younger, I missed my dad, he probably got into more trouble than he could handle, and ran away .  . . that’s what I like telling myself remembering the good times with my dad but my brother say’s he ran away with a prostitute to Vegas or something, and even after all these years I kept a first aid kit on myself.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” Luke hissed out in pain standing up and walking a few paces away from the bed as I sprayed the disinfectant on his wound.

“Stop being a baby and come here,” I complained reaching out and grabbing his arm pulling him towards back where he was sitting, our legs now touching.

“Don’t touch me with that demon spray ever again.” He grumbled taking the small bottle away from me just for good measure, I shook my head smiling softly but then focusing on the deep cut on his side.

“Dear Lord Luke.” I wasn’t so sure I wanted to ask anymore.

“Why do you keep the first kit on you anyway?” Luke questioned.

“Who attacked you?” I questioned back muttering back my own response to busy trying not to hurt him as I wiped gently at the edges seeing him flinch every so often as we both became silent.

“Only Y/N Y/L/N would carry  a first aid kit.” He laughed lightly shaking his head as well, his laugh did things to me I didn’t want to describe, why did he have so an effect on me when he didn’t even like me?

“I got in a fight over you..” Luke said abruptly, I paused looking up in confusion at his baby blue eyes, that looked a little bit guilty.

“What? Why?!” sitting up fully, I crossed my arms, why would he need to fight? especially over me?

“That guy Kevin kept on saying crap in my biology class, and then kept on saying he could easily shag you and other stuff when he shouldn’t even be saying that stuff you know?” Luke shrugged awkwardly, “And I shouldn’t have been listening to him, but his words got to me and I threw the first punch, and then yeah … I got suspended, but after I left school his friends decided they wanted to get even with me.” Luke looked away from my tense gaze, I blinked a few times staring a the boy before me, he seriously just did this because they said some bullshit?

“And I got Ash and Michael to threaten the class to not post anything so you wouldn’t get mad, you’re a little scary you know that?” He laughed shaking his head, my eyes studied him, He looked upset with himself, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved since he’s been gone from school his chin prickled with a stubble and his body covered in scars he had gotten from fighting over me.

The girl who didn’t have any friends until now, the girl who knew more about school then what was cool in this day in age, the girl who was a nerd.

In a way it made sense, but on the surface it nothing but confusing, But Luke looked simple on the outside but was nothing but confusing on the inside, maybe I liked him because he was different, he didn’t praise me for being smart, everyone thought it was amazing that I could solve a math problem easily, when I felt like I had more problems on the inside but no one saw past that, but I felt like Luke saw that, he saw past peoples lies and got straight to the point.

I felt light headed from all this thinking, and especially how my small crush on the blonde jerk made everything so much more … complicated.

“Y/N?” Luke waved his hand in front of my face as he bit his lip slightly.

“S-Sorry.” I shook my head as if I shook my head enough all these feelings and thoughts would go away.

“ … What now?” He whispered, Luke kept on glancing at me nervously, I never seen him like this, he was normally confident.

I didn’t know how to answer, it made sense why Kevin walked in with a bruised cheek the other day or how people kept on looking at me weirdly, and how Kevin’s gang of friends kept on picking on me before one of Luke’s friends stepped in guiding me away from them.

I looked back at Luke his eyes soft and warm, changing to a cloudy blue his hair still tousled messily, and my feelings were all over the place yet again, whenever I wanted to tell Luke something the look on his face stopped me, and I was stuck in my thoughts unable to answer anything, the way his lip ring made him ten times hotter than I noticed before most of the time he went to school without it in, mostly because he normally got dragged to the principles office, the way his lips looked softer and irresistible, words didn’t describe my stomach flipping.

Before I could stop myself  I leaned forward slowly and kissed his cheek closing my eyes softly, as my lips lingered on his cheek longer than I wanted to admit, my eyes fluttered open I leaned away from him my face turning red, why did I do that?! I looked away from Luke’s face knowing I’d just become more embarrassed, I started putting away my first aid kit beside’s the dressings for his hip that needed to be wrapped around his waist.

He laughed for a second, “Y/N, Look at me.” But I couldn’t bring myself to, I’d just become frozen in his gaze.

His fingertips touched my cheek turning my head, and I was met with his smile, he looked less tired than before.

“Thank you.” He leaned forward his own eyes shutting as I found myself shutting my eyes to his lips grazing mine and the butterflies in stomach went insane a part of me becoming content.

He leaned away from my face now bright red I guarantee, I found myself wishing he was kissing me again, wait.. we kissed?! shit.

“I-I should really go, um here’s your homework, and I-I Like you. Bye!” I tossed him his folder along with his homework, and ran up his staircase as fast as I could nearly tripping and falling down the wooden staircase, did I just tell him I liked him? Dear Lord Jesus kill me now!

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{Part Six}

I’m so Sorry I haven’t been updating, I had a fallout with my old friends since kindergarten bc they didn’t agree with me being bi, Made a whole new friend group where I get treated like a princess, and get called babe, Made a Youtube channel with them, run a meme account, and now I’m enrolling in a school.. so, that happened.

A soulmate to remember chapter 11

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Chapter 11- Bonding with Family

  Three months slowly turned into five. You could tell in your heart that you truly loved Jason Peter Todd Wayne. Steph (boss, not Batfriend) and you had many, many complaining sessions about out significant others, Sara and Marie would chime in occasionally. College was stressful, but Exams would be here soon, and then there’d be a small break. You slowly got to know his brothers, Bruce, Alfred, and Mrs. Wayne, and found a few moments that you truly broke ground.

  Well, with Dick it was more like the ground didn’t need to be broken, because he was pretty open in the beginning. you had stopped by the Manor rather early before your first fancy dinner date one week after you had met them. Dick had been there to greet you,“Y/N! So lovely to see you, come on in.”

 He herded you to the kitchen, chattering excitedly as he went, and served you some lemonade while telling embarrassing stories of Jason.  You knew he was sincere, which made you smile, until Jason came down slightly horrified and ran out with you as fast as humanly possible.


    Tim was a bit different. Whenever you were present he seemed a bit…in awe …that you were his brother’s soulmate. It was a week and a half after the fact when you had managed to thank him for the upgrades to your phone, which he simply said it was no problem. Jason then walked in a somber look on his face,“Hey, Y/N, I’m really feel horrible, but I’ll have to cancel, I know it’s not a good excuse but a friend of mine needs help saving a city.”

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On The Run {Peter Parker}

Summary : You’re a poor girl, who robs banks to help your sick mother. One night you got injured and met Spider-man.

Words : 1k+

warning : Swear word

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

a/n : The summary sounds very boring, I promise it’s not.



You knelt down a bit, hiding behind the counters as your pushed the bag full of money to your chest. You didn’t want to rob the stores and banks but you had too, you lived with your mom, your dad died a few years ago. Your mom was also sick so she couldn’t work and her only hope was you. At first you were scared but you got used to it after a few months. It felt good punching and hurting people when you felt so weak and poor. You liked the feeling of controlling the people around you when you robbed the bank.

For once you have power.

You knew that it was bad but it wasn’t as bad if it feels good. After a few months you got suspended for three weeks from school because you kept hurting other people when they bullied you, the principal would never know that they bullied you first but you didn’t care.

You were robbing one of the bank around the corner, your black leather mask was covering your half of your face, you thought you looked pretty good with it.

 People were on their knees as you clenched the bag to your chest, you heard the sirens ringing loudly outside. In one of your hand were bags of money and in another was your pistol.

“I think you should stop before the police comes in.” You heard a boy’s voice behind you. You turned around not caring about his words.

“Well I think you should get out of my way before you get hurt,” you raised your pistol at the boy in the red and blue suit. You knew who he was.

“I’m trying to help you here,” he said, putting his hands in front of him, attempting to calm you down.

“I won’t hesitate to shoot you right here, right now,” You threatened, you knew that you couldn’t end someone’s life, you’re just not that kind of person. The double door bursted open and stepped in the policemen. They told you to put down the money and the weapon in your hand but you refused.

“Sir, I can handle this.” Spiderman said. The policemen lowered their gun as you watch them, smirking happily.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you said as you took your chance and fired your pistol at one of the policeman, he cried in pain, holding his arm. When the other policemen looked at the one you shot, you sprinted to the door, punching some of men on the way. They fired some bullets, missing you by centimeters. The boy in the spandex, run after you as some of the policemen ran after him.

You continued running out of the bank and into the street. You stepped on one of the wooden boxes in the alley and jumped onto the fire escape. You grunted at the pain in your left leg, you reached down to touch it, wincing at the pain. One of the billets hit you.

“Hey! I’m trying to help you here, just stop what you’re doing.” Spiderman said from the ground as he looked up at you. The policemen ran past the alley losing track of Spiderman.

“One day you’ll understand why I’m doing this kid,” you looked down at him.

“Why do everybody call me a kid? I’m not a kid. And you don’t sound like an old lady, you’re probably my age. So before you do anything more stupid just give them back the money. Everything will be fine, alright?” He tried calming you down once again.

“You wouldn’t understand Spider boy. You don’t know what it feels like to feel so alone and weak, try having your only family member left dying at home. I need this money. And nothing is going to change that. I’m one of the poor people, you wouldn’t understand. You’re a kid in a fucking spandex, with superpowers.”

“Actually I would. Just because I’m Spiderman and not Spider boy doesn’t mean that I’m rich, I’m just like you. I feel weak and lonely almost everyday. You don’t need to do this. Just ask for help.”

“There’s no one to ask for help!” You yelled getting frustrated, “And if you’ll excused me, I have a mother to take care of.” You tried walking away, ignoring the pain in your leg but you were too weak. You could barely move your left leg.

“Fuck.”, you cursed under your breath.

You sat on the metal stairs and looked at your bloody leg. The sound of police cars were now ringing in your ears.

“Maybe she’s in the alley.” You groaned, trying to stand up but failed. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You were now flying through the thin air,  Spiderman’s arms were around you, carrying you around the city. You were scared for a few seconds, you tried pushing his arms away.

“That’s not a good idea,” he looked at you for a second as he continued to swing through the night. You guys landed on one of the tallest building in the city.

 He set you down on the top of the building, as soon as he let go you fell on your knees, your leg was bleeding and it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. You wince a few times, as your pressed your hands down on your leg, hoping that it would stop the blood.

 "Oh uh, stay there I’ll be right back.“ Spiderman said before he swung off the building. In the mean time, you tried your best not the cry as your reached your finger into your left leg, trying to get the bullet out. You were aware that your hands are dirty but you didn’t care, you just wanted the damn thing to get out of your leg. Your gasped when you pulled the bullet out.

 You looked at it for a second, the blood was pouring out of your leg. The wind was calming you down slightly.

"Stupid bullet.” You grunted loudly, throwing the bullet forward, hoping that it would go over the ledge but it didn’t. Spiderman landed on the building, getting hit by the bullet you threw.

“Ow!” He groaned, rubbing his arm. He sat down next to you, he had bandages in his hands. He looked up at you before he ripped your jeans a bit just enough for him to see the full view of your cut. He cleaned your cut with the alcohol he bought before he wrapped the bandages around your upper leg. While he was doing that you felt light headed, probably from the blood loss. You leaned against him for support.

“Thanks,” you said quietly as your drifted off against him. For a second he thought that you were just resting by closing your eyes but then he realized that you passed out.

He thought about your words about how you were lonely and weak. He knew how you felt, he was afraid to lose Aunt May. They don’t have that much money but their lives were definitely better than yours. You had to started robbing stores since you were 14.  He felt bad for you, knowing that you went through a lot, knowing the real reason why you’re robbing banks.

 Peter held you tight against him for the whole night until dawn. He didn’t leave your side. He didn’t want to leave you alone so he stayed for the whole night. Occasionally, he would check on your cut, cleaning it making sure not to hurt you. He would grabbed your hands and rest his head against yours as he slept next to you. He knew that it was illegal for him, Spiderman to help someone who was bad for the city. Sure you might not be as bad as the others but you were bad enough to be on the newspaper. Peter didn’t care though, he just knew that he have to do something to help you.

Basket Case (part 1)

Originally posted by magiccastles

Genre: High School Au with angst, comedy/crack idfk, fluff, maybe smut in the future

Characters: (Y/n), All of Got7, and other kpop idols

Warnings: Cussing, Bullying, Mentions of self hate, mentions of underage drinking etc. (some of the stuff put here isn’t until later chapters. If there’s anything else that needs to be tagged as a warning please tell me)

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This video has such a strong message. But really..imagine a world where being gay was the normal thing and being straight was the weird thing. Its the exact same now. I’m shamed to live in a society where being gay is banned in 13 states in the USA. You should be allowed to be the person you love regardless of their gender. Here where I live, if you’re gay..we’ll you hug you & love you even more for coming out and being honest with the people around you. Before Christmas, I was in religion class and we were talking about things we believe/not believe in& people said santa, tooth fairy etc. I turned around and said to my teacher gay marriage in beliefs. She said we’ll just put marriage for now, I asked why not gay marriage & and she came right up to my face & said these words exactly “God chose Adam & Eve for sex to be between a man and a woman not 2 men and 2 woman, i think its disgusting for 2 men or 2 woman to get married it should ’not be allowed at all”. The whole class was completely shocked at what she had just said. At this point I felt like screaming at her, I said to her “so if you daughter or son, cousins, brother or sister, aunt or uncle, came out saying they were gay, you’d disown them?”. She looked at me straight in the eyes and told me to get out of her classroom, I got up and said to her “You’re a horrible person, gay people should be allowed to get married and be with each other in every country of this world.”.That was the day I got detention for standing up for gay people, what she didn’t know was myself and 4 other girls in that class were bisexual/lesbian. I had told my principle what had happen and I got that teacher suspended from the school for 3 weeks for teaching us her beliefs, and not Gods. EQUAL RIGHTS SHOULD BE ALLOWED, NOT MATTER RACE, RELIGION OR BELIEFS. thanks for reading. x

Q. Hats suit you very much! Do you own other hats beside the one you usually wear? (PN. Kuro-san)

A. Nfu, thank you♪ I wear that hat a lot simply because it’s my favorite. But actually yes, I have an entire collection of hats… do you want me to show you? Huy~ry♪ let’s go to my room~

Q. What do you think when people call you a “pervert”? (PN. Hentai-san)

A. They probably say it because they think I’ll feel bad about it mh…? But no, if anything it makes me excited! All the better when it’s a cute girl who says it~

Q. Why is that you call your older brothers by their names only but add “-kun” to Ayato’s, Kanato’s and Subaru’s names who are younger than you? (PN. Mozuku-san)

A. Mmh… now that you mention it it’s odd isn’t it…? Honestly ever since I can remember I have always called them like that, I think… besides it never sounded wrong to me… nah, I don’t know.

Q. I really wonder what have you done during the period you got suspended from school. Tell us please! (PN. Suzu-san)

A. After it happened I was given a real dressing-down from Reiji. But you know, no school and I could do whatever I liked… it was actually fun! “What” you say? …nfu♪ that’s a se~cret♪

anonymous asked:

I just cannot fathom how someone can physically assault someone over a fictional ship. I just saw a screenshot of an anti bragging that they got suspended from school because they punched a shipper in the face. Like ???? People like this deserve to be in prison. Antis are literally going to kill someone one day. I mean we all saw what happened with the freaking needle in the cookie. God knows they may have driven someone to suicide that we don't know about. How can they be so callous?

Antis have such a bad SJW mindset that they think shit like assaulting people is ok if they claim it’s for ‘activism’ like if you go through life assaulting people every time they say something you disagree with you’re not gonna get very far and you’re probably gonna end up in prison

A big part of growing up is learning to accept that other people have different opinions and learning how to cooperate with people who have different views to you bc irl you have to do that all the time like you can’t just go into a new job and punch your coworker bc they’re a republican as much as you might want to like the world doesn’t work that way

Like rn here in the UK we’re having a general election and I would happily punch every person who says they’re going to vote conservative in the face but I’m not going to bc you can’t just do that regardless of how much you want to part of being mature is learning to not react that way

yordleassault  asked:

Why was she suspended from school?

Rin was suspended in a headcanon story with @drills-of-defiance. I have this idea that the two are about the same age and went to school together. She noticed some yordles picking on him, so ran in and kicked their ass….

Which was like her third fight that week. She also got bullied a bit for her ears and tail, as did some of her friends for other various reasons. You know how elementary school is, kids are brutal. Finally fed up with being the pristine child, though, she decided to show the bullies they weren’t allowed to do that.

So with Rumble’s fight being the worst of the few scuffles she got into, because she drew blood, she was expelled and sent to another school.

Aftershock (TOU) [TS]

Reader was dating Tim Shepard before Johnny went missing & when he dies she starts acting out (partying, fighting, etc)and Tim is trying to help her.
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Warnings — swearing, alcohol, the usual.

“Ignore them,” I told Johnny as he watched the snarling Socs hurtle expletives at him. “They’re idiots.”

Johnny, my younger brother, kicked at a rock on the sidewalk. “I know that, but it just bothers me sometimes.”

I nodded in understanding. “They’ve been really bothering that Ponyboy, huh?”

Johnny nods. He was always hanging around this kid Ponyboy Curtis, which I didn’t mind compared to Dallas Winston.

Dally was my age. He was seventeen and mean. He didn’t scare me, though. Not like he did other people.

I was seventeen too and Johnnycakes was a year younger than me.

“I can’t stand these Socs,” I sighed. They got under my skin real bad. I even punched a few this one time and my boyfriend had to pick me up from school early. I got suspended, but my folks didn’t care nor even know about it. The school didn’t attempt to reach the grand Cade family. “I’ll see you at lunch, Johnny?”

“Yeah, alright.”

We started to break off in different directions for our first class, but I called his name to stop him. “I'm  sleeping at Tim’s for the next coupla’ nights, okay?”

He nodded again and I could see the hesitation. My boyfriend was the infamous Timothy Shepard.

Besides, Johnny couldn’t get mad. He had a couch reserved for him at the Curtis place. I didn’t have nothing like that!

We often settled for the vacant lot together when Tim or my friends were busy and he felt unwanted at the Curtis house.

It was actually a cozy little area with the fire and the stray cats and the stars at night.

I had mostly all smart classes. I wasn’t amazing at writing, but reading and math and science I did okay in.

Tim regretted dropping out of school his junior year. He helped me do my homework and study for tests sometimes. I was always thankful for it ‘cause my parents would never. Plus, he was pretty sharp at computation and stuff.

Like Johnny, I was fairly polite. I wasn’t as quiet as he was, though. I also never got jumped and lost to ‘em or got hit real bad.

See, I pulled a knife on the old lady before. I stayed away from them and they stayed away from me. It was just that simple. I thought maybe Johnny didn’t have the guts to fight back.

I didn’t love anyone but Johnny and Tim. I thought that was Johnny’s weakness. He loved our parents somehow, someway.

School went by quick that day.

It always did when I could look forward to seeing Tim after school. We'd been dating for only a good four or five months, but I knew I was in love. I didn’t think love existed before Tim, and I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t either.

“Baby,” I heard his voice as I exited the high school with my books tucked under my arm. I surveyed the parking lot for his kind of lanky figure, but I didn’t see the usual car. “Over here!”

Finally, I saw him leaned up against a nice truck. His curly dark hair shined and he was grinning and I kind of melted. He was so happy to see me and only me. Shoot, what was I doing with my life before I had Tim?

“Hey,” I smiled coyly before walking around to the passenger’s side. I hopped in the truck and let him finish his conversation with Two-Bit Mathews who suddenly wandered over with boys he walked home with. When his Plymouth didn’t work, anyway. Soon enough Timothy got in the truck, too. “Who's is this?“ 

When he looked confused I gestured all around me, meaning the whole damn truck. Tim laughed, "it’s my buddy’s. He don’t mind. I told him I was just comin’ to get you from school.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but Tim took it as an opportunity to kiss me. Obviously I didn’t object. I have to admit it did get too intense for a kiss on the high school grounds. Especially with my hand stroking his scar, knotted in his hair. I knew something would go wrong and it did.

Tim, or maybe it was me, accidentally hit the truck’s horn. It blared loud for at least five solid seconds. And when I looked up out the windshield, my horrified little brother Johnny was only a little bit away with a grinning Two-Bit Mathews and a beet-red Ponyboy Curtis.

Tim recovered quickly and yelled out the window with a devilish smirk, “Have a good night, you guys!”

That night we stayed at a friend of Tim’s. The kid’s name was Ben and he was real nice. He didn’t even stay there for the night, anyway, and we got one of the spare bedrooms.

He was a Shepard. I guess you could call that stupid considering he wasn’t really a Shepard. Gang-wise, he was, I guess.

Lots of people said it was foolish for me to date a gang-leader, but in my eyes it was no better than dating a Curtis. Tim was organized — really organized — and he never got me involved in drama or fighting or crime. It was fine with me that we dated and no one else’s opinion really mattered.

So, yeah, I guess you could say lots of people thought I was involved with Johnny’s disappearance that took place only a night after. They thought it was my fault and that one of Tim's enemies targeted him and killed him.

And other, other people thought it was my negative influence that led to him doing something bad 'n running away.

Well, with Winston’s help and my own damn knowledge, it wasn’t hard to figure out that Johnny killed that Soc. Dallas said he did it to protect Kid Curtis but none of that mattered to me because in the end it was my fault he was gone and the people were right and my kid brother killed someone and I wasn’t there and he never thought to see me instead of Dally Winston.

I never should of called him over in that busy hallway. Telling him I planned to replace him with Tim. What the fuck was wrong with me? Couldn’t I see that we were growing apart?

We waited for what felt like months to hear anything, and Tim kept me from breaking. It was only days, really. And his job wasn’t hard, because I acted like it didn’t bother me at all. And that’s because I knew he wouldn’t die. And I was fucking wrong. I was always wrong.

“What if he doesn’t come back, Tim?” I was near tears once again. I was such a fucking mess all the damn time. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Tim.”

He kissed my head hard and forced me look into his honest-to-God beautiful blue eyes. “What could you possibly be sorry for, doll?”

I hiccupped. “Girls ain’t supposed to cry on guys like this. You could have anyone, you know. Last thing you need is me pouting around.”

And so when I found out my little brother was dead, I went a little bit crazy. I was telling myself he was alive, after all. What was I supposed to do now? I had that lie rehearsed so well I actually believed it.

I stopped picking up my girl friend’s phones to answer Timothy’s calls. I pretended not to see his borrowed truck in the back of the lot — well, when I actually attended school, that is.

Two weeks went by after I found out Johnny was dead and I had enough places to sleep out and drink all day and night that I hadn’t seen Timothy once.

To my knowledge we were still dating, but with how I was ignoring him, it didn’t seem much like it.

I was dancing on top of the bar at Buck’s, probably pretending to be a lot more intoxicated than I really was 'cause Buck had some pretty weak shit for alcohol.

The night before I was at a party way out of our territory — I probably could of been bopped for just being Tim’s girl, but I guess I’m funny enough to keep around 'cause they sure did.

And before that I bummed around The Dingo until I went to someone else’s get-together for some fun to keep me numb.

“Y/N! Y/N!” they chanted over the horrid music. I laughed too hard and danced around some more and then I tripped over my own short skirt. I didn’t notice how high that bar was. Never noticed.

I knew I could expect a baseball-sized bruise in the morning.

But the almighty Dallas Winston caught me in his arms and I rolled my eyes too much and got dizzy all over again.

“Why’re you here?” I didn’t like him very much at all. I heard from some guys that he was friends with Tim again. Absolutely revolting. That’s what that was.

He laughed darkly and I was still in his arms and it was strange. "Shoot, kid, you think I'm gonna ruin yer night? You might not wanna look by the door, dollface.“

Stupidly, my head snapped around to see Tim at the door. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it’d break. I could only imagine the things he’d heard. I wondered if he knew I took on the dead Soc’s girlfriend only three days prior.

Dallas walked me over to him and I groaned and yelled at him and pulled away. It didn’t do much. God, I was so drunk.

But even in my drunkenness, I seemed to grasp that Tim was less than happy with me. "Hi,” I managed, studying my shoes.

You could say that in that moment I resembled a puppy dog. When I was drunk and someone was mad at me, the thought of disappointing them was unbearable.

Unless they angered me. Then I became drunk dynamite. Kind of strange, huh?

Tim told Dally to go and he did. I was kind of scared he’d break up with me, but at the same time I was just so damn tired of living without Johnny I wasn’t sure it’d even affect me any.

His stormy blue eyes drilled into mine and I got lost. His muscles exploded through his tight shirt as he firmly held onto my elbows to steady me. He was angry, but the teenage girl inside me wasn’t getting over his muscles and his intoxicating cologne.

The sound from the bar was muted and I saw only him for the first time in two horrible weeks.

“Glory, doll. What’ve you done? Where the fuck’ve you been?”

“I…”

He expected me to say something but no words would leave my mouth.

My lip wobbled and I swallowed hard.

He wouldn’t stop staring at me. There was nothing to see, for Christ’s sake. I just wanted the room to stop spinning and the ground to swallow me whole.

“He’s gone,” I whispered. “He’s never coming back and I could of stopped it, couldn’t I? I just — I killed him. I killed him —”

My words all slurred together and I was talking too fast but I wasn’t crying. Not yet, anyway.

He stroked my hair and then my body racked with soundless, invisible sobs.

“C'mon, honey. We gotta get out of this place. Where do you wanna go?”

“Heaven,” I answered quickly and stupidly. “I wanna be with Johnny again.”

Tim swallowed and searched his pockets for a cigarette. Maybe he was realizing just how messed up I was.

He led me out of the place with horrid music and to his borrowed truck. “I love you, don’t you know that, kid?”

I leaned into him because I wasn’t sure I could walk straight, whispering loudly into his ear, “I wanna marry you someday.”

It was dark outside and I couldn’t see his face exactly but I could hear his raspy chuckle. “I wanna marry you too someday.”

“We should get married now,” I said. I sounded pretty sober now but I think we both knew I was far from it. Tim made sure my seatbelt was fastened. 

He really seemed like he was thinking about it. “Maybe after, Y/N.”

I was looking at the moon through the window on my side of the truck.  “After what?”

When I focused on it, the strange feathery wave sensation in my body would subside a little. Just a little. 

He sighed. “Christ, when you get over your brother and stuff. I don’t know. You don’t seem to handle death well, babe. That could really be a problem.” He winked.

He was kidding and we were laughing and then I was sleeping. He mentioned that Soc girl, the one named nicknamed after the sluttiest of fruits, and I pretended not to hear him because I think we both knew she’d be busted up for a while.

I’m partially positive that I vomited, too.

The details might be a little foggy but I know that Tim was there for me. And for that I loved him.

And no, we didn’t get married, I didn’t stop partying.

I went out and did the same exact stupid things the next night. And you know what happened?

Tim was there. Watching me, sometimes he’d join in, but usually he just rescued me. “C'mon,” he’d say, “you’ve had enough, hon.”

Everyone thought that was a dumb thing to do, but it wasn’t. Him letting me party, I mean. But you can’t change how someone mourns, can you? Besides, I’m stubborn. If he tried to stop me, I’d just stop him from stopping me, you know? And I’d destroy myself.

And if Timothy wasn’t there, I think my “grieving” process would have been eternal. And if he gave up on me or tried to change me, I think I’d be dead. Not the kind of heroic death where I’d meet my brother again. A different kind of death.

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A/N: Excuse any spelling errors! Writing a Sodapop imagine which is about done, expect that soon. Feel free to request headcanons or ships in the meantime.

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These are my absolutly favorite fics. I want to warn everyone that there is many triggering things (cuz I like them fics). So be careful, please. If you have any questions about them, please ask me !! Stay safe :)



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Gone
Chapters: 14/14

“Oh you’re just beautiful aren’t you?”

This was the first thing Louis Tomlinson said to Harry Styles when they met for the first time. Normally people would find this to be a nice compliment, not Harry though. Louis is a serial killer. Deemed as completely psychopathic and is now holed up in Brookings Mental Institution, a place where only the seriously mentally ill patients go.
Harry, a criminal psychology student, interviews Louis as part of a project and knows all about him from the extensive media coverage of his capture. Louis takes a certain shine to the younger boy and even though he’s under surveillance 24/7… Harry’s in trouble.

Unbelievers
Chapters: 10/10

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Wordless
Chapters: 38/38

Harry doesn’t speak. He never speaks. Nobody wants to hear him. He’s all alone. His dad died and his sister killed herself. When his mum dies from alcohol poisioning, he has to move in with her old friend Jay and her five children. Problem: her only son is Louis, Harry’s bully. They are different like day and night and even though they share history together, Loius hates Harry with a fiery passion. Will they find the way (back) to each other? Can anybody save Harry from his insecurities and what Louis does to him?

I hear you calling in the dead of night
Chapters:11/11

No one really notices Marcel Styles. In fact, Marcel’s so invisible that if his teachers don’t call on him in lessons - and they rarely do - Marcel can go whole days without speaking to anyone other than his mum, his sister, Gemma, his cat, Dusty and the school librarian, Alma. And if he just so happens to have a tiny, miniscule crush on the footie captain, Louis Tomlinson, well, that’s no one’s business but his own. Until Louis notices him back…

Take a Hit
Chapters: 28/28

“Hey, alright, so I like to get concussions from the ground, you like them from sweaty men in tight pants.”

“Do you think you have a concussion?” Harry asks, completely ignoring the part where Louis insulted him. That was not meant to be over looked, thank you very much.

“No.” Louis answers, definitely not pouting because Harry didn’t so much as crack an offended smile at his joke. Louis lives for offending people.

(And making Harry smile.)

You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release)
Chapters: 4/4

His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.

Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently “not another surly teacher” meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin’s trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.

Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

Secrets Kindle Fires
Chapters: 22/22

Louis is a 22 year old uni professor. Harry is his student who constantly insults him about his sexuality. Louis tries to ignore it but the curly-haired boy won’t let up. But one night, Louis discovers that Harry may have a dark secret he keeps locked inside.

Hate Me To The Moon
Chapters: 8/8

The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad’s new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she’s a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser.

Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is…

AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other’s guts to convince themselves they’re not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn’t feel…

Empty Skies
Chapters: 14/14

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates.

The Dead of July
Chapters: 10/10

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.


One Shots:

Sweet on You

Harry is a student going to Uni for a degree in business and one day Louis Tomlinson, a multibillionaire and owner of his own record company, comes to guest lecture. Once Harry sees how gorgeous the man is, he can’t help but ask him out for coffee. And things go from there.

Or, the one where Louis becomes Harry’s sugar daddy.

the lights out never had this bright a glow

In which both Harry and Louis pretend to be something they’re not but it turns out okay because they don’t have to pretend when it comes to each other.

(aka a high school AU featuring footballer!Harry and nerd!Louis)

No Control

Louis dropped his phone on his desk and got up from where he was seated, storming over to Harry and slamming his hands on his desk. “Look, sweetheart, I don’t know why you think you don’t have to listen to me, but I am in charge here. Not you. So please, do us both a favor and just listen.””

“And if I don’t?”

Louis stood for a second, thinking, because really, what could he do? This was probably the worst he could make it besides possibly suspending him, but that didn’t seem too likely. He didn’t know what Harry wanted. Why did he want to make things so hard for him? Couldn’t he just come to class every day and not cause him any problems?

“By the way, your ass looks ace in those pants.”

He was completely irritated now, heart thumping, red with anger, his insides were set on fire and he didn’t know if he wanted to punch this arrogant prick or kiss him. He said the first thing to come off of his tongue, and he regretted it the second it left him.

“Or I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your pretty little name.”

or where Louis is the health teacher and Harry is a little bastard, and Louis needs to teach him his lesson

i’d burn this city down to show you the light

Harry’s a sheltered rich kid and Louis’s a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry’s house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.

Violets and Paper Aeroplane

Harry likes Louis very much a lot and Louis’ a bit of an arsehole.

we’ll play hide and seek to turn this around (give me love like never before)

“So here’s the thing,” he starts. “I didn’t mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and I think you should because that’s what you like.”
or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

All Along, My Heart Was Beating For You

Louis’ raptors are having babies. Harry’s called in to help.

- or -

A Jurassic World AU where Louis is Chris Pratt and Harry raises baby dinosaurs. It’s all fluff and dinosaurs.

never shut us down

Tumblr!AU.

Louis is an insecure mess and he hides behind his blog. Harry’s a boy with a personality too bright and he’s everything Louis thought he would hate. They end up falling in love.

baby thinking of you keeps me up all night

Louis sputters in response, shaking his head wildly. Harry moves closer, placing his hand on Louis’ chest and trailing it up towards his neck to curve around. “I am younger than you. Bet you like that. Think you can push me around.”

Louis fishmouths, glaring at Harry who reminds him suspiciously of a shark at the moment. He smells blood in the water.

“Is that what this is about, Louis?” Harry asks. He leans in and fits his mouth against Louis’ earlobe, huffing hot breaths into his ear. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

[harry is a 19 y/o singer and louis is a 29 y/o actor with no love for teenage popstars.]

anonymous asked:

This is probably a really stupid prompt ://// but I've had this egobang au idea for a while where they have a daughter Lily in like middle school and some kid says something homophobic so she breaks his nose. She gets in super trouble, but she's still upset about it, and the daddies™ come to the rescue. I know it's the fluffiest of the fluff, and you obviously don't have to do it if you don't want to.

Arin/Dan: Kid Fluff

“Am I grounded?” Lily asks as they walk into the front door of their house, Arin shutting it behind Dan and Lily.

Dan and Arin exchange looks. Arin knows that she should get some kind of punishment considering Lily got herself suspended from school for three days, but he also knows the reason behind her actions and it’s making it a lot harder to dole out a punishment.

Dan looks equally unsure, biting his lip and sighing, running a hand through his ponytailed hair.

“I think that’s something your dad and I need to discuss,” Dan says. For what a huge softie he is, he takes on the role of the disciplinarian better than Arin.

Little nods, but her small pink mouth trembles and her big deep brown eyes water and Arin knows she’s trying so hard to hold it all back.

“I know I shouldn’t have punched him just…he was making fun of you guys!” Lily says, lifting her head and now big fat tears roll down her tanned cheeks.

Arin pulls his daughter in close and rubs a huge hand down her back.

“I know, I’m sorry that it happened to you, baby.”

Dan breaks too and he joins Arin on Lily’s other side. She’s tall like the two of them, even for the tender age of twelve and Arin wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up nearly as tall as he and Dan. She’s built a lot like Dan. Lily inherited his tanned skin, the dark eyes could be from either of them, Dan’s hair color but Arin’s texture save for a slight wave to her long hair.

The two of them had received a call from the principal’s office asking them to come and pick up their daughter from school. She was being suspended for punching another student and would be suspended for three days, the mandatory case for most students who are caught being violent.

To say Arin and Dan were surprised was putting it lightly. Their Lily was in trouble? Their sweet girl who can’t step on worms and does her homework every night? She hit someone? It made more sense once they got to the school and Lily could explain herself.

She hit the kid in her class because he was insulting Arin and Dan, making fun of Lily for having two dads. Lily is calm, is gentle, up to a certain point. The ‘F’ word got thrown around and then Lily had said she reeled back and socked the kid in the nose.

Now, here was their little girl, sweet and sensitive and trying to defend her family and Arin can feel his heart breaking. He had always worried this would happen and to his relief it hadn’t really come up much until now.

“He said such mean things,” she cries and Arin is holding her against his chest and stroking her hair and Dan looks like he’s close to tears himself, “Said things about you guys. I just wanted him to stop talking about my dads.”

“Lily, people are going to say things no matter who you are,” Dan says, but he’s right there, squeezing at her, at Arin, shaking with residual anger or emotion, “You gotta ignore it, baby girl. He’s got hate in him that’s strong but you’re stronger. Don’t you worry about what people might say about your dad and I. You let us defend ourselves, your job is to be happy and be a kid.”

Lily sniffles and presses her face against Arin’s shirt, but she nods.

“We’ll talk to the school and we’ll figure this out. It’ll be okay, Lily,” Arin says, promises her. He’ll do anything to fix this for his kid, anything to make her life easier if he can.

“In the meantime, why don’t we order pizza and you can choose what movie we watch tonight,” Dan says.

She leans away from his chest, “Can we watch Disney movies?”

“Of course,” Arin says as he leads their daughter to the living room.

… I should actually also update you guys about my actual life, too

Boo already knows all this tho oops

anyway I was suspended from school for having a low CGPA, and am taking the year off before I force them to let me back in. I was diagnosed with inattentive-ADHD, social anxiety and persistent depression; and I’m living in Mississauga at home, doing private schooling to relearn some math and learn how to study. I got self-help books, doing the Russian thing I just posted about, and working my way towards long-term changing the way I live my life.

My other goal for the year is to get my damn license, which I have to do the process for all over again since my G2 expired.

(My family’s pushing me to do exercise, I refuse. Right now there’s no method of physical activity that I can stand that’s available to me, anyway. So I’m just gonna keep to pacing the hallway.)

Eventually I’m gonna post that second chapter of RS Season 3, which is at this point somewhat divorced from what was plotted for RP way back when. Bits and pieces will eventually make a whole on that front.

And… I think that’s all? I have a lot going on IRL. But I’m still here.

jacksbbgxo said:Hi, I really love your imagines! Your work is great. And I don’t know if you have anytime but if you do could you do a Nate Maloley imagine where we fight and then you can finish what’s gonna happen. Thanks💘

Note:
Hey y'all, I’m back. I wanted to say, that if you guys have any requests you sent me and they haven’t been posted, know these next couple days I will be working on them. As you guys know, I’ve been stressed out with drama and school, that I’ve been posting less and less on here. But I just got suspended from school for fighting, so in the mean time Imma just update like crazy on here! Stay tuned 😌❤️.

Toxic Tranquility:

Being with Nate, is so toxic but relieving, it’s confusing, I know. He puts off this Dickish fuckboy personality, but with me he’s so sweet and caring. But he’s hard headed, and can be really hurtful. We fight, like any other couple, but with both our personalities being literally the same, our fights are worse than normal ones. We both are in the music business, with me being loyal to him, I always tell him what videos I’m shooting, and make sure I get his permission when it means I have to get intimate with a guy, him on the other hand, doesn’t let me know anything. He tells me about his music, but never tells me his shooting days, and what he’s doing in the videos. He recently filmed a video for his new project ‘Skaterade’, and I had to find out through social media that he was intimate with another female. With me I wouldn’t have been mad at him for being intimate with a girl IF he would have asked me about it first. I’m getting pretty sick and tired of having to find out shit about him through his fans, love is about trust and if he supposably is in “love” with me, he should trust me enough to tell me certain things. I was sitting on the sofa, drinking a bottle of Hennessy, when I heard the door unlock. 1am, was the time, 1am was the time he decided to come home, and 1am was the time we were gonna have this fight. I got up from the sofa, and went to the island in the kitchen, grabbing the almost empty bottle of Hennessy. I heard the door open, and close. In walked Nate, different outfit then this morning, which I take as a sign, he just filmed a video. I didn’t look him in the eye, I went around the island to the living room, and got my sweater.

“Hey lil mama” he said placing his arms on my waist, kissing my neck. I detached his arms and ignored him, placing my sweater on. “Are you okay?” He said walking up to me, placing a hand on my left cheek. I didn’t reply, I simply slapped his hand away, and went back to the island, this time sitting on it, and chugging the remainder of the Hennessy. “Stop” he said attempting to grab the bottle. I smacked his hand away, and finished drinking, and that’s when I notice his face shift to anger. He hated when I drank too much, he was scared that one day I’d drink to much and hurt myself, but in this moment I didn’t give a fuck about what he thought.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” He yelled, trying to control his anger. I got up and went to the fridge getting another bottle. “Y/N, can you fucking stop?” His voice shook as he tried grabbing it again. I laughed to myself, opening the bottle and taking a drink. “Why are you doing this? What’s your problem?” He yelled louder, “your my fucking problem” I slurred a bit, but managed to seem normal. “Me?” He chuckled “what did I do now” he threw his arms up “what did you do?…. You know what Nate, I’m tired of telling you over and over what you did wrong” I laughed “I’m so exhausted… So exhausted. I’m worn out, I’m tired.” I said taking another drink “exhausted of what?” “You, everyone, but mainly you” I said taking another drink “why me?” He questioned “I’m fucking fed up with the lack of respect I get, I’m sick of the trust issues and I’m fucking over you not telling me shit.” I hit my hand against the table, causing a sharp pain to go up my body, and causing me to wince in pain. “Stop.” Nate said trying to come near me “get the hell away from me” I backed up with the bottle “you act like I’m some sort of monster, I’m your boyfriend, you should know me well enough right about now” he said fumbling with his hair “that’s the thing, I thought I knew you.. I really did. But it seems as if the fans know more about you than me.” I chuckled “what the fuck do you mean?” He yelled “you never fucking tell me when your going to the club, you never ever consult me when it comes to getting it on with a female in your fucking videos and lately it seems as if your single, rubbing on hoes in the club instead of me” I took another drink.

“I don’t have to tell you what I do in MY videos” he yelled “THE HELL YOU DO!” I yelled louder “YOU DONT FUCKING GET IT DO YOU? YOU PUT ME DOWN AND GO DAYS WITHOUT SPEAKING TO ME IF I DO THAT SHIT BUT WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO ME BEING MAD AT YOU FOR THE SAME FUCKING THING, IM THE BAD GUY?… Fuck you honestly. I’m so loyal to you, telling you everything I do because I don’t want you to be mad or not trust me. And when I ask for the same shit in return? I get nothing but a “I don’t have to tell you what I do in my videos” type of response? Man, you got me fucked up if your gonna have me at some type of bullshit standard where the rules don’t apply to you” I said pushing past him with not only the full bottle of Hennessy but the empty one also. “I DIDN’T ASK FOR YOU TO TELL ME SHIT! YOU MADE THAT DECISION” “but when I told you, you didn’t stop me.” I said letting a tear fall. “All I want, is to know what my boyfriend is doing. Is that so hard to ask for? I wanna know your okay, because God forbids, you get into an accident far from here and I’m not gonna know shit because I won’t know where the hell you are” I cried “you track me like I’m a fucking animal though, let me breath” he yelled. Is he fucking serious? I told him how worried I am about him, and that’s all he can reply? I don’t know if it was all the alcohol I had, or the fact that I have a bad temper, but what I’m about to do next… I don’t have an explanation for myself. “Fuck you” I yelled throwing the empty bottle of Hennessy, he ducked and it went straight into the wall, shattering into a million pieces. I started shaking “you want space? You can have it. I’m fucking done Nathan, as much as it kills me… I’m done. I know I can find someone way better to appreciate me and be as upfront as i am with you. I hope everything you just said was worth it, because here I am drunk at 1:30 in the morning dumping you, all because I cared.” With that I walked out the door.

I ran down the steps of his apartment, stumbling and falling here and there. I was crying, not because of him but because I cared, because I actually cared. I stumbled to the door, hearing steps behind me, I knew it was him. One part told me to stop, let him hold me, let him apologize, and go back to what we were because I wasn’t ready to step away. But my pride, my stupid drunken pride, told me to walk away, to not be like those couples that fight and break up, to only get back together 5 minutes later. “Y/N!” I heard him yell, I could tell he was crying but I couldn’t stop. I opened the door, and ran into the street. I was in the middle of the street, when he called again “Y/N! Please don’t leave me..” He sobbed, I couldn’t let go. I turned back, and saw the regret in his eyes, his hair messy, and his breathing unsteady. Nate raps about never chasing any female, and here he was chasing me… The one thing he said he’d never do, he was doing for me. He was chasing after something he loved, and that’s when it hit me. I couldn’t leave him, even if I wanted to.. I couldn’t. “Nate…” I said stopping, it’s like he had this control over me. I slowly walked back and that’s when everything went blank. I saw white and heard him yell “Y/N look out!” I looked and before I could react.. Boom, pitch black.

I woke up in a bed, I felt pain. Everywhere. I tried to talk, but I couldn’t. I started to have a panic attack, and I heard all these noises. Beeps here and there, getting louder. “NURSE, SOMEONE GET A NURSE” I wanted to see who was calling but I couldn’t move. I felt my hand take grasp of another one “shhh, it’s me” my hair got pulled outta my face, and that’s when I saw him. With such regret and pain in his eyes, Nate. The once happy, smiling, smart ass of a boyfriend, turned into this sad sack because of me. I felt pain, not in my body but my heart, my eyes became wide and tears flowed out “stop crying, stop crying. I’m okay” he said kissing my cheek. I couldn’t control my body, I just shook and that’s when the nurses and doctors busted into the room, I couldn’t tell what they were doing. I felt my hands become restrained and the tube in my throat, slowly come out. The doctor went over to the side, and before I knew it my body became relaxed. A short time later I saw the doctor “hi there!” He smiled, I felt dryness In my throat, but managed to get a couple words out. “Where am I?” I sat up, a bit. “Your in the hospital sweetie, you were hit by a car while you were drunk. You were in a coma for 2 weeks and even though he hit you pretty badly, you don’t have serious injuries, you may feel a bit of pain, but that’s from the impact your body had with the windshield. Everything is healed up, pretty good. But we need you here for 2 more days to make sure your in top shape” he said holding my hand. I stood there as I tried to remember what happened. “Where’s Nate?” I started to panic “I’m right here babygirl” he said, coming beside me grabbing my hand and kissing my forehead. The doctor left to give us a bit of privacy.

I scooted over in the bed, and gently hit the side that was free. He quickly climbed in, and snuggled me into his chest. “I’m so sorry” I started sobbing “no, stop. This isn’t your fault” he said rubbing my cheeks, “everything you said, was true. I should respect you and let you know what I’m doing, because I know if you hadn’t told me where you was heading and shit like that, I’d be mad. I care for you a lot, and I know I’m hardheaded but I never meant to hurt you. Your my fucking baby girl, you make me feel these weird feelings and you manage to make shit easier for me. When I have a bad day at the studio, coming home to you makes me forget everything. I love how loyal you are to me, but my dumbass never returns the loyalty back. All that shit I said, I said because I was angry, I knew me being hard on you pushed you to that point yesterday, and it hurt me. It hurt me seeing the girl I love, the girl I’d give up my life for, the girl I wanna marry, destroy herself because I can’t get my shit together. But no more, from now on I’m gonna tell you everything, imma talk to you when it comes to my videos and I’m not gonna be on females in the club, because I have a beautiful girl like you I’d rather be on. I’m mad at myself for not admitting this earlier, because if I would have you wouldn’t be here. Lil mama, you don’t know how much of me you took with you when you got hit. I almost lost you that day, and I don’t plan on losing you now. I hope that you can forgive me, and find it in your heart to give me a second chance to prove to you, I can be the man you want me to be.” He said kissing my hand.

“Nathan, you know I could never be mad at you” I chuckled, “good, because then this makes what I’m about to do, a whole lot easier.” He said getting up “what do you mean?” I said sitting up a bit, wincing in pain. “Y/F/N, will you make me the happiest rapper alive and be my future wife” he said getting on one knee. I couldn’t respond, my eyes over flowed with tears, “FUCK YES” I chuckled as tears cascaded down my face. His face lit up, as he stood up, and slipped the ring on my finger. He got back in the bed with me, placing sloppy but caring kisses on my lips “I love you” he said “I love the timing you had with this proposal” i busted out laughing “oh come on, you totally ruined the moment” he started to laugh “I’m sorry, but the timing was just perfect” I laughed to myself “we get into a huge fight, I almost die, I wake up from a coma 2 weeks later and you propose…..this is like a fairytale proposal” I balled out laughing “fuck you” he laughed “not now, when I get outta here” I laughed harder “man, I’m gonna be stuck with this for the rest of my life” he said rubbing his head, laughing “you love me, so this doesn’t change a thing” I said turning to his chest “ you got that right” he said kissing my forehead, as we both drifted off into a long much deserved slumber.

Exo reaction when they find out that they daughter got into a fight at school

Sehun: Mom of the boy: She is just as problematic as you are! You should teach her manners. Come on baby we are leaving!!

Kai: That stupid boy gets to bully my girl but when she does something she is the one that gets suspended from school. 

Tao: I took to wushu not to beat boys at school, but to see the beauty behind it it. You know how scared I was when the principal called me to tell me that you got into a fight? I thought got hurt or something.

Kyungsoo: *towards his wife who just told him what his daughter did* It’s not my fault that he was acting like a pig around her, he got what he deserved if you ask me. 

Chanyeol:*after he patches up his daughter knees* You should have told me instead of doing that, now look you hurt yourself also..

Chen:*goes to the boy* Are you okay? can you walk? then she should have hit you harder cause you deserved it. Touch her one more time I will hit you harder than her. 

Baekhyun: Wife: Now go to your room and think about what you did.*wife turns around and right when his daughter is about to leave…*

Daddy is proud of you for smashing is face.  

Lay: Wife:Your daughter got into a fight today she…

Omg is she okay? is my baby girl hurt? what happened?

Suho: I hope you know you are punished right. You’re gonna have plenty of time to think of a “I’m sorry” letter that poor boy. 

Kris: No one messes with Mr. Bear, not while my baby is around. You taught  that boy a lesson didn’ t you?

Luhan:*gets called to the principal office* Principal: The reason why I called you in Mr.Lu is cause of your daughter who beat up her class mate today…

what? my baby princess beat up  a boy? 

Xiumin: Wife: This happened only cause you wanted her to do hapkido!

And what would you want me to do? she was a hyper kid and I had to found a way to tire her out.

Eunique: My name is Eunique

BW: That’s… unique. How’d you get that name? 

Eunique: My friend used to tell me that I had a unique aura about myself. I used to do things out of the ordinary and I know I’m different from a lot of folks, so that’s why I came up with the name Unique.

I’m originally from Chicago, Illinois. I’m the middle child of 9. I became a transsexual at the age of 13 or 14. Going to school was hard because I had to fight all the time. I was always suspended. My father never approved of me being the woman that I am. So, I got emancipated at the age of 16. It was basically my father’s idea. He didn’t want my younger siblings to think it was OK for them to be like me, a transsexual or that it was OK to date the same sex.

When I was younger I used to try on my sister’s clothing. I used to get beat, you know, a whooping for that. If I was hanging around with my sister and playing Barbie dolls, and makeup and stuff like that, I’d get a whooping for that. And I was like… I’m being me.

My mom tried to be supportive and wanted me to feel comfortable in my skin but I felt like I didn’t belong in my house in a way. My father would call me names and my brothers would take suit and follow and it really hurt me. It made me think about suicide and hurting my family. 

BW: What was it like being punished for being yourself? 

Eunique: How would I feel? You are just acting like yourself and you get a Goddamn whooping? Of course it’s gonna make you feel like you don’t belong. They called me faggot and I’d cry at night. My dad would come in my room and say, “Shut up sissy, you supposed to be a man. You aint supposed to be crying.” 

It just made me want to be me even more. 

They sent me to a group home named Saint Joe’s for kids in Minnesota because I didn’t want to dress like a man in their house. That’s when I really felt like I didn’t have a family. 

Before my father passed, we had talks. He asked me why I wanted to do this. I told him, “I know God don’t make no mistakes and I believe that God made me this way.” He just shook his head and said, “Jehovah did not make you this way.”  I said, “Well, it’s genetics.” He said, “ So, what are you saying?” I reminded him that he was a beautician and my grandfather was a beautician. He ended that conversation quick.

He did say, “I love you know matter what you do in your life,” and he apologized for the things he said and did to me when I was younger. 

  • jolyne kujo: dad i got suspended from school
  • jotaro kujo: what's school
  • jolyne kujo: dad you know goddamn well what school is
  • jotaro kujo: heh
  • jotaro kujo: it's true, i do
Only hate the road when you’re missing home (and you let him go) (Liam/Louis, part 3)

Continued from here (or if you haven’t read part one either, here it is chronologically)

Only hate the road when you’re missing home (and you let him go) Part 3

Liam/Louis, sort of real-life AU except Louis is at uni doing his teacher training course, and living with Zayn and Niall, and Liam is a pop star. Harry isn’t in this bit but he’s BFF with Liam and living in London. 

Louis remembered thinking, I could fall in love with you.

Contains attempting to use alcohol as a coping mechanism.

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If You Won’t Look Down, I Won’t Look Back

Chapter 3

Clarke’s afraid of catching feelings.

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It was over a month later when Clarke’s shift in the lounge was finishing up and Bellamy pulled her behind the bar. Literally. They were squatting behind the bar so no one—except for Miller—could see them.

“What the fuck?” she asked, wrenching her arm out of his hand. Their friendship was real and even fulfilling, but earlier that night Bellamy would not stop picking stupid, childish fights with her. Again. Eventually, she told him off, letting him know that she wasn’t interested in any of his shit. Bellamy under stress was hard to deal with and she was trying to be more understanding, but sometimes she just couldn’t.

“Sorry about earlier,” he said and her eyes widened. She’d only heard Bellamy apologize once before. It felt nice hearing it again, directed at her. “I had a rough day before coming in.”

“Tell me about it, stud,” she said and he barked out a surprised laugh. They’d all watched Grease the week before because Bellamy had refused for 22 years to ever watch it. Eventually, Octavia, Clarke, and Monty wore him down and they made a party out of it—like they did most things, Clarke was finding.

“Octavia’s going away to school.”

Clarke furrowed her brow and stared at him. She knew this. Bellamy had been the one to tell her.

Next week,” he continued and her heart broke for him. He’d been trying to make Octavia’s last summer at home the best one yet. She was planning on moving off-campus with some friends and getting a job to save a little money at the end of August. But it was only just the middle of July. “She found a job on campus. And a room to sublet until her apartment is ready at the beginning of the semester. She’s known for a month.”

“And she only told you this morning?” Clarke asked. Bellamy nodded, avoiding her eyes, and she wanted to reach out and squeeze his hand, but she refrained. They were friends but Bellamy wasn’t the most physical of people. She didn’t want to push any boundaries.

“She didn’t want to upset me or stress me out,” he explained and Clarke nodded. “Apparently.”

“Well, call me when you get out tonight,” Clarke told him, finally giving in to squeeze his shoulder, like he’d done for her once or twice. Not that she was counting how many times Bellamy Blake had put his hands on her. “We’ll get drunk and play Mario Kart.”

Bellamy smiled a little at that, still looking down at the floor, and Clarke stood up, pulling him with her.

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