misfits

five broken kids tired of being controlled. M!A's: None

[tellingmom-blog]

Open.

[tellingmom-blog]

”A-are you a rapist?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"I'm actually strongly against rape. I think anyone who even dares to rape someone, especially a child, should burn in hell. So,no, I'm not a rapist."

[daisycollins]

“Aw, thank you. Really? Well that’s not fair, that’s just adding insult to injury. Why didn’t you sort them out with a couple of punches?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"Because most of them had knives to my neck."

[tellingmom-blog]

Open.

”Can someone look after Lilia for a couple of hours, she’s already fast asleep-

- I just..I need fresh air.. and to drink my weight down at the pub.”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"You're in luck. I can bake, sing, dance, and I'm really good with colouring books."

[blondietanner]

“Cute. Though I hope you know you’re gonna regret it.”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"I don't think I will.. I think you're going to look really, really hot."

[blondietanner]

“You’re saying this thinking it’s gonna be hot, aren’t you? Now’s probably the time to tell you my boobs have gotten bigger, and I’ve had a baby since then. Still for option one?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"I don't like sticks with no boobs. I like curves. I like women. Definitely still option one."

[daisycollins]

“I’m not saying you’re not! I don’t doubt your brains or looks in the slightest. Oh, how did that work out for you? Well yes, that would have that effect.”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"Thanks! You're a sweet heart. Well, I had a lot of soft dicks in those days. Also, some guys stole my money rather than paying me. That pissed me off."

[blondietanner]

“I just found my old cheer uniform. Do I even try to squeeze into it or do I just save myself from the embarrassment and hide it away?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"Option one. Option one!"

[daisycollins]

“I’m struggling to keep up with these dick references but i think I’m still following. And if I am then i really hope he does. That’s a healthy dose of self confidence you’ve got there. 

[fiverunaways-blog]

"Babe, I was a prostitute. When you get called "Pretty boy" every night, you start to believe it."

[kyleisdisconnected-deactivated2]

“Well I’m a webcam model for an adults only site and that involves taking off my clothing for anyone willing to pay me in gifts or money. It’s a pretty cool job and I think that you could do something like that. But why the desire to go into the adult entertainment business?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"All you have to do is take your clothes off? Hell, I'd throw in a bit of wanking and I'd be drowning in gifts and money. Well, I enjoy fucking and looking attractive. Why not do it for money, am I right?"

[daisycollins]

Daisy’s face turned serious as soon as he spoke. “Right, yeah. Sorry.” However, she found herself still struggling not to even smirk at his metaphors. “I see. Well that should be taken care of easily then, one hit and the job’s done. Score. What exactly is this going to solve though?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"Maybe he'll leave me alone once he realizes that he is nothing but a hard dick that goes soft in only seconds. I swear. I'm absolutely perfect. I've got the looks and brains."

[fiverunaways-blog]

"I really need to figure out how to become a model or a porn star because I'm too much of a young, hot twink to put it all to waste."

[daisycollins]

Daisy couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth as she did. “I shouldn’t be laughing about this, it’s a serious topic. But fair enough, sometimes it’s the only way. Be careful, though.”

[fiverunaways-blog]

He stared at her, not laughing nor cracking a smile. "Old dicks go soft easily. My dad is old and he's a dick. He'll be on the ground from one hit."

[daisycollins]

“I thought you’d say that, there didn’t really seem to be a way around it. Are you sure you really want to?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

"Babe, it's self-defense. He's a dick and I don't want a dick right now, so in a way, it counts as rape."

[perturbedyouth-deactivated20140]

Paris laughed softly at the boy “Oh, you’re so far gone” she shakes her head a little “do you even know what you’re saying dear?”

[fiverunaways-blog]

He nodded. "I'm saying.. I'm saying." he cocked his head, confusing himself. "I'm saying what I just said." he scratched his head, becoming more confused more. "I'm-.. You know what I mean, right?"

[fiverunaways-blog]

James took a minute to respond. He wanted to lie, but he couldn’t. So, he nodded. “Yeah..” he whispered, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip softly. He wasn’t going to go for it again, but he knew that if he wanted something, then he should in fact go for it. This time, he placed his thumb on her lip to feel, and slowly, he leaned in, turning his head a bit. He silently hoped that her eyes were closed, too. When he felt her lips on his, he moved his thumb, placing that hand on the back of her neck. This was his first kiss since he as young — younger than sixteen and God, how it felt good. He parted his lips a bit more, but not too much. The kiss still sweet and not full of lust like most kisses he’s had. He soft smile slowly spread across his lips, which were still on Brodie’s, but he pulled back slightly; their lips still touching lightly. “I think you’re beautiful.” he murmured under his breath. “How I see you is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my life. More beautiful than the sky.” he chuckled quietly, pecking her lips again quickly.

[ohcaringone-deactivated20140319]

And Brodie couldn’t help but smile again, bigger this time. She looked down slightly, secretly wanting him to kiss her again—on the lips this time like he had intended. It just so happened that she blinked just before he lent in close, opening her eyes she had his face so close to hers. His fingertips gliding over her lips again, and she couldn’t help but whimper ever so lightly. Needing his lips on hers, and then his lips were on hers. Brodie felt as if she were on cloud nine, and it was something she had never experienced before. Her lips slowly moved in sync with his. She wasn’t used to kisses like these, they were usually full of desperate lust or sexual desire with their hands trying to explore her body. But this embrace wasn’t like that, and oddly she liked it. His lips were pulled from hers, their warm breath mingling with each others. “I can say ta’ same fer yer, especially wit’ t’ose scars.” She mentioned, letting one of her hands run over those scars she had mentioned. She found them beautiful. Her other hand snaking around his neck, her body pressing close to his.

[fiverunaways-blog]

With most people, Jason would pull back if someone were to touch his wrists to save him from shame and embarrassment but he didn't with Brodie because he didn't feel shame nor embarrassment with her. "The worst thing about being blind is--you get hooked to touching and feeling." he confessed, pecking her lips between the last couple of words. "And as cheesy as it sounds, I might just be getting hooked on your lips." he rasped--his voiced deeper than usual. He moved his free hand down to Brodie's waist, but he did it slowly. He lifted her shirt but only slightly to feel those piercings that she let him touch earlier. "If I ever see, I expect you to be the first person I see because if hospital rooms look as boring as people explain them to be, then I refuse to wake up to that." his spoke what was really on his mind. His hand traveling her body without noticing, but when he felt too much skin, he knew something was wrong. He pulled his hand back slowly. "I got a bit carried away.." he muttered, licking his lips. "

[fiverunaways-blog]

James placed a hand on her face, thumb brushing over every spot. Her eyebrows, nose, eyelashes, cheeks, chin and jawline. He repeated the step more than once though, his imagine running wild—needing to know what she looked like, because she felt damn beautiful. He then built up the courage to touch her lips ever so softly. He let out a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering shut. James didn’t know what came over him. Hell, he didn’t even feel like he had control over his body when he quickly leaned forward, attempting to kiss her, but he failed. He missed her lips, to be exact. Instead, he kissed his cheek. He felt embarrassed, looking down, “I’m sorry. I-.. I didn’t mean to do that. I just—.. I-I don’t know why..” he sighed again, heavier this time, frustrated with himself. “I’m sorry.”

[ohcaringone-deactivated20140319]

Brodie let out a content sigh, she could feel James’ calloused yet soft fingertips brushing over every feature of her face. He was trying to figure out where her features were, to picture what she looked like in his mind. His mind exiled from reality. She would give anything to see what he saw, to see into his imagination on everything, especially on how she looked to him. And she closed her eyes, breathing calmly as his touch drove her senses wild. Was she really feeling this way? She had never, ever, in her life felt so calm and serene. It was something about James and his ever so gentle touch. Her lips parted slightly when his finger tips reached her lips, and a soft tingle ran through her lesser lip. And then his hot breath hit her cheek, and so did his lips. But she had a feeling that he was aiming to get her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, and her hands were brought up to his cheeks, brushing her thumb over his reddened cheeks. “I’s o’kay…” She paused, her thoughts rushing to the surface. “Were yer tryin’ ta’ kiss me..on ta’ lips?” She asked, raising a brow as she moved a little closer to him.

[fiverunaways-blog]

James took a minute to respond. He wanted to lie, but he couldn't. So, he nodded. "Yeah.." he whispered, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip softly. He wasn't going to go for it again, but he knew that if he wanted something, then he should in fact go for it. This time, he placed his thumb on her lip to feel, and slowly, he leaned in, turning his head a bit. He silently hoped that her eyes were closed, too. When he felt her lips on his, he moved his thumb, placing that hand on the back of her neck. This was his first kiss since he as young -- younger than sixteen and God, how it felt good. He parted his lips a bit more, but not too much. The kiss still sweet and not full of lust like most kisses he's had. He soft smile slowly spread across his lips, which were still on Brodie's, but he pulled back slightly; their lips still touching lightly. "I think you're beautiful." he murmured under his breath. "How I see you is one of the most beautiful things I've seen in my life. More beautiful than the sky." he chuckled quietly, pecking her lips again quickly.

[ohcaringone-deactivated20140319]

And Brodie tucked a few strands of her blond hair behind her ear, continuing to guide him up the stairs and into the hall way. At his question, she stopped walking, turning to face him as her features contorted in shock. Technically, she wasn’t rich but she wasn’t poor. Sure, she had a lot of money. Being a successful and talented music artist would do that to you. But she wouldn’t consider herself rich, not at all. “Uh—no not really. ‘m not.” She shrugged her shoulders, continuing to walk him into her room, closing the door behind them both. Brodie turned to look at him, a faint smile on her face. “Yer, all alone.” She didn’t mean to make it sound all seductive, but then again seducing people was what she did best—other then a few things.

[fiverunaways-blog]

James placed a hand on her face, thumb brushing over every spot. Her eyebrows, nose, eyelashes, cheeks, chin and jawline. He repeated the step more than once though, his imagine running wild--needing to know what she looked like, because she felt damn beautiful. He then built up the courage to touch her lips ever so softly. He let out a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering shut. James didn't know what came over him. Hell, he didn't even feel like he had control over his body when he quickly leaned forward, attempting to kiss her, but he failed. He missed her lips, to be exact. Instead, he kissed his cheek. He felt embarrassed, looking down, "I'm sorry. I-.. I didn't mean to do that. I just--.. I-I don't know why.." he sighed again, heavier this time, frustrated with himself. "I'm sorry."