- story is currently being edited - "Tadashi Hamada get your lazy ass up we have school in thirty minutes." you grabbed a pillow from the ground and chucked it at the lump underneath the sheets. You heard a faint groan, "Dashi. We are in college, it is 12 o'clock. Get up." you stared at the lump and heard it squeak like a five year old boy, "No." You rolled your eyes and grabbed a sharpie from Hiro's desk. "Dashi if you don't get up I will pin you down and give you a unibrow." His head popped up like a rabbit and stared at the sharpie in your hand. His confused face slowly turned into a smile, "You wouldn't." you walked towards him and took the lid off, "Try me." He gave you a devilish smirk and flipped the covers over his head. You jumped up on the bed and straddled the lump on the bed. "Come on Tadaaashi." you flipped the covers up and brought they sharpie closer to his face, "Don't make me do this Dashi." With one swift move he flipped you on to the other side of the bed and got out of bed. **This story is a fem!reader! I wrote this when I was younger and did not think about making the reader gender neutral, I'm so sorry :( When I have the time I will try to go through it all and fix it to be more friendly to everyone, but that may take a while so just hang tight <3**

❝ I love you.❞ He said,his lips against mine. Daughter of Peter Pan.It was no big deal until one day, the day which changed everything.You go to the isle with Mal. Drama fills up when you come back. Oh I forgot to add something, You're dating your enemy. Who would've thought?

"It isn't girly, I think it's really sweet." She said with a grin. "Maybe you should add some color to yours." I suggested, tracing her spine with my fingertips, I felt her shiver against my hand. "I've thought about it." She whispered huskily, running her hands along my biceps. "What would you recommend?" She traced my chest with her lips. I sighed and closed my eyes. "Red seems to suit you." I wrapped my fist in her blood red, hair and tilted her head up so her eyes were on mine. I brushed her nose with mine and pressed my forehead against hers. ------------------------ People say tattoos are stories that we can't put into words, unexplained outlets of emotions. Phoenix and Scarlett. So different yet so similar. What will happen when this undiscovered gem unexpectedly meets a mysterious tattooed man? Will they finally be able to reveal themselves to someone else? Or are they just tricking themselves into believing anyone can understand them? Completed~4/11/16-9/18/16~

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

"you are so dead, cooper!" deborah cooper was your average high schooler. straight a student who could do no wrong by day, publisher of scathing articles alongside cousin betty by night. despite her cousin's numerous attempts and warnings to stop her from publishing the article trashing the southside, she had gone along with it. at the time, her thought was, what could possibly go wrong? now, as a mammoth of a man towered over her, debbie started to deeply regret ever even thinking about writing the article. but there was no turning back now. "did you come to congratulate me on my world class article, sweet tea?" • riverdale | season two cover | created by cashewhite i do not own riverdale or its characters, only my oc, deborah cooper

||Highest rank #17 in Romance|| (Book #1/published 07-23-17) "W-what are you doing?" He quickly traps me in a corner, bringing his close lips to me. I could feel his hot husky breath on my ear as it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. "What do you mean?" He asks, playing innocent. I could feel the smirk in his voice. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." "You mean, this......" I suddenly feel something soft touch my neck. Did my teacher just........? ~ 17 year old McKenzie (going on 18) + 24 year old Mr.Grayson= read to find out. *If you are against reading about the age differences then bye. But if not then hope you like it;). And dont forget this is not, I repeat NOT real. So dont take this story to heart. NO sex in this book btw!* *Book #2/sequel out now* ⇥TFOVOrif⇤