(Tyler Joseph) First Fan Fic : Tyler Joseph & a girl named Sophie . Tyler meets Sophie in the "mental hospital" where all he takes interest in is the music room & Sophie is interested in writing in her journal . What happens when they meet? [ Trigger warning. I'm not putting warnings on individual chapters because there are too many ] * I just want you to know whatever triggers that stuff you are so much stronger and I know how it feels to have to fight so hard and you may not know me but I love you for being strong okay ❤️*

a boy stole stole her car radio and now she just sits in silence. {one sentenced story}

❝do you know why you're in your room?❞ ❝because daddy put me here.❞ ©Narry-My-Storan 2015 || Kay Luke Daddy Kink

❝I've never been as close to a boy as I have at this moment, nor have I with a man. A man that's Luke, a man that's my step-father. This was clear, but my head continued to tell me to forget the facts and give in to the pleasures I was feeling with Luke's fingers against me. "This is so wrong," He whispered under his breath, but refused to take his hand from between my thighs.❞ ©Narry-My-Storan 2015 || Bailey Luke Daddy Kink [cover by @sweet-lemonade]

❝Once you lose someone, it is never the same exact person who comes back.❞ Highest Ranking: #112 in Short Story (01/11/2015) Date of Writing: 01/06/2015 - 01/12/2015

"go ahead rip my heart out, show me what love's all about." all rights reserved. copyright ©2015 | claire.

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

I close my eyes every night and run our story again and again. I imagine us meeting in a different situation every time, I put more words in our mouth, trying to give us a happy ending. Maybe if I wasn't this complicated and you this stubborn e would've worked. Maybe if we tried harder or the aching pain in our chest wasn't devouring our every limb. Now it doesn't matter. The lies ended it all.