"Locked out again, dork?"

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

"I know what you want from me." He says smoothly with his thick, husky voice. He walks forward, his lips now brushing against my ear. I breath in heavily and nod. "You want me to help you piss off your parents." (alternate universe) all rights reserved. copyright © 2014

❝welcome to group, where everyone's fucked up, depressed and always in shitty moods. you'll be staying here a while, so make yourself comfortable around all the psychos and relax, this is most definitely a healing environment, you'll be better in no time.❞ ©Narry-My-Storan 2015 || Kay

"you were named after a shoe?" "no, you fucking dumbass." © mukenarcotics 2015 february 2015

❝so Lia, do you have a boyfriend nowadays?❞ ❝actually yes❞ ❝what's his name?❞ ❝Luke; but I usually call him Daddy❞ ©Narry-My-Storan 2015 || Kay

all he wanted was for her to live. © starboyhes, 2017. lowercase intended. [ RANKED: Short Story #434, Short Story #426 ]

in which a band member tries to get a fan's follow. warning: contains self harm, suicidal thoughts, depression, etc. read at your own risk.

"How'd you meet him?" "I kind of just, you know, fell into his arms half naked."

I guess, opposites do attract.