i cant believe she let me do this to her

Rucas AU | The Bet [11]

[ Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten]

Prompt: After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess.
AN: The next chapter is the final chapter.  
Word Count: 2,015
Chapter: 11

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How things have changed in just a few short weeks. It was a sunlit day of early spring, and the sky held a soft blue glow. Spring Break was finally here and Riley walked barefoot on the weed filled front lawn, looking for wild flowers she loved. She was never much of a rose person, not that she didn’t appreciate its beauty, it’s just that she was more in love with meadow flowers, with forget-me-nots and buttercups. The flowers people often overlooked due to the hype of the rose.

The scratchy green grass was warm under her bare feet and she was glad to be free of the confines of her running shoes. Who needed to run when walking felt so blissful? She stopped and closed her eyes so she could capture the moment of the sunlight on her skin. It was like a kiss of summer but without the fiery heat or beads of sweat. She opened her eyes and let the daylight flood back in, bringing the warm April day right back into focus.

To say she was glad winter was over would be an understatement. She loved the way snow looked when it found itself a home on trees and building tops but nothing made her feel more at peace than the calm slightly warm breeze of springtime. Which was exactly what she needed.

Lately, her mind had been beating itself up trying to figure out what to say to Lucas. She would get up the courage, march right over to him, open her mouth – and nothing would come out. It happened so many times this last month she was convinced she lost all ability to speak to him.

She couldn’t figure out what was holding her back. Farkle and Isadora made sure to put in their two cents, offering that maybe she was being prideful or maybe she was still harboring anger towards him for the mistake he made. But deep down Riley had her own inkling of what it could be. Plain and simple? She missed him. Missing him meant she was vulnerable, and the last thing she wanted was to open herself up once more, let him in again just to have her heart shattered into a million little jagged pieces.

She sighs as she flops down onto the grass, squinting up at the sky, watching birds above her fly back and forth without a care in the world. She envied that.

The smallest of the birds spiraled over her before disappearing into a tree. “Show off.” She mumbles under her breath.

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The Dark One's Daughter (Peter Pan) Part II

Part 1:http://anagabisina.tumblr.com/post/125231786893/the-dark-ones-daughter-peter-pan-part-i

It’s been a year since I’ve got here in Neverland and a couple of days since I found out that I’m pregnant, that according to the fairies I got 2 months already and they also said it’s a girl, which makes me almost happy, the only thing I’m missing is telling Peter about it, because these last few days he’s been too busy with the new Lost Boys, so we haven’t talked to much or seen each other, the only thing he gets time to is stolen kisses or hugs from behind-which if I may add I really like them though- but I’ve never get the chance to tell him.
“Peter, I’m going to the beach” I announce him and he nods, when I head to the beach, I sat down in the sand and place a hand in my recently grown belly, and look at it, letting out a frustrated sigh “How are we gonna tell daddy about you?” I ask my belly and as a response I feel her kicking, which makes me smile, but my happiness is abruptly interrupted by the person I least expected. Rumplestiltskin.
“Hello dearie” He greets with a smirk, but I know he’s up to something
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I stand up
“It’s great to see you too, dearie” He jokes “But I came here to congratulate you for your pregnancy” He adds
“How did you knew?”
“Please dearie, I’m The Dark One, of course I would know eventually”
“Still, we both know you just don’t bother to scape from the savior just to congratulate your daughter, what are you really doing here?” I ask standing a little bit closer to him, and he chuckles
“You always knew me so well…” He makes a pause study my expression and then he looks back at my eyes ones more “I came here for my daga” he finally says
“I don’t have it” I say, and I’m not lying, I really don’t have it, but still my confession doesn’t remove the arrogant smirk of his face
“But Peter does” He replies and unfortunately, that’s true “That’s why you’re coming with me” and before I could scream or do anything to stop him, he brings us back to StoryBrooke

It’s been hours since Y/N is missing, we searched all day and we didn’t find anything, I’m so worried about her, What if we don’t find her?
“Don’t worry Pan, we’ll find her” Felix tries to cheer me up
“But what if we don’t?” I ask him and he stay silent
“We look everywhere, she’s not here” Felix mumbles, I look up to the sky and then I got an idea
“She’s in StoryBrooke” I say out loud “Of course!” I stand up “She’s in StoryBrooke!” I exclaim and look at Felix “Felix, you’re in charge until I come back” I announce him and I left Neverland to go to StoryBrooke

We got into a house that was hidden in the woods and inside her there were Maleficent, Cruella and Ursula
“Finally your here!” Cruella exclaims
“Lock her until Pan comes to StoryBrooke, he has to be alone, look around the woods for any signal of Pan” He orders and goes, they lock me and left the house
When their gone I get out of my cell with magic and look for clues of my father’s plan, I look around, it takes me a couple of minutes to find a little notebook on the floor with something write in it, but I don’t like what I read
“Oh no” I mumbled horrified and afraid, but then I see that the followers of my dad are coming back so I go back to my cell
“Let’s go darling, your boyfriend’s here” Maleficent says, getting me out of my cell and taking my arm harshly

I asked for the savior’s help and they all agree to help me to look for her, when we got to the woods we take different paths
“Y/N! Y/N!” I screamed her name
“Hello darling, I see your looking for someone” Maleficent says “Maybe we can help you, Ursula dear? Can you come please?” Cruella asked and Y/N’s whole body was pinned up under Ursula’s tentacles, even her mouth was converted in her tentacles, she was trying talking to me with tears in her eyes
“LET HER GO!” I yelled at them red of rage
“There’s no need to treat us, we just need you to give us the daga, but don’t worry darling, we’ll never hurt The Dark One’s granddaughter” Maleficent says and I looked at her confused
“Oh, you didn’t know? your going to be father again Pan!” Ursula adds looking at Y/N smirking, my eyes widen by the surprise and I look at Y/N, her eyes were full of guilty and regret. It was true. Y/N was pregnant and I didn’t knew.
“We’ll love to keep talking, but we have to go now, bye bye Peter Pan” and with that they left with Y/N, we all went to the Cafe and think about what we’ll do to save her
“I’m gonna give him the daga” I announce and walk away, but before I leave Emma stops me
“You can’t do that!” She tells me and I turn around to face her
“I’m NOT going to loose her and MY child because of him!” I yelled
“You don’t know what he’s going to do when he has the daga”
“But I know what happens if he hasn’t”
“But Maleficent said that she wouldn’t hurt the baby” Mary Margaret interferes
“Villains always break their promises”
“As much as I hate to say this, Pan’s right, villains never keep their promises” Regina agrees
“I’m sorry, but I have too much to loose” I say, leaving the place to go back to the woods “RUMPLESTILTSKIN!” I yelled and he appears in front of me
“I have the daga” I say and show it to him, but before he takes it, I spoke “I wanna see her first” I reply, he looks at me and then he snaps his fingers, she appears next to Rumple, she’s happy to see me but still she’s afraid, Rumple stares to both of us before speaking
“So you see I’m not so bad, I’ll give you two a minute” He disappears leaving us both alone
“Y/N, I’m so happy I found you” I tell her when I hug her, but she cuts me off
“Peter, you can’t give him the daga, he’ll…”
“Don’t worry”
“No, please, listen to me!” She raise her voice, but Rumple comes back
“My daga Pan” He says, but I take Y/N and go back to Neverland
“Are you okay?” I ask her
“Peter, where’s the daga?” She asks, something’s wrong
“Here” I say and hand it to her
“Bring the box where you lock Rumple”
“Just trust me, please” I bring the box in my hand, she’s a couple steps away from me, holding the daga in front of her chest with both hands “I’m sorry” She apologizes softly, as she lets the darkness consume her body, she screams in pain and I scream her name. What is she doing?
“PETER, LOCK ME IN” She yells at me, and I can’t believe what she’s saying
“I CANT LOOSE YOU!” I feel the tears going down my face but I don’t care
“PETER! DO IT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!” I open the box, which drags Y/N in “I love you, Peter Pan” A tear goes down her face when she smiles and the box lock her in.

Two days later Peter was on the camp, sitting on the woods looking at the box, thinking about Y/N’s last moments, he just couldn’t believe what happened, everything was so fast…
He’s thoughts were interrupted by the box, it was glowing, he covered his eyes until it stopped glowing, and in the floor completely unconscious was Y/N, he quickly kneeled down next to her, and make sure she was breathing, then he took her to his tent.
Y/N was waking up, her vision was blurry and she could only see a silhouette in front of her, when her sight was clear enough she saw Peter
“Peter?” She asked, his eyes were full of tears and he smiled, and he hugged her “I told you I had a plan” She joked
“Please don’t leave me alone again” He begged her
“Never” She promised him as they sat down
“Is she…?” Peter asked referred to the baby
“Yeah” She made a pause “Do you wanna feel her?” She asked him, his eyes glowed
“C-Can I?” She giggled and nodded, he gently placed his hand on her stomach, but didn’t felt anything
“Talk to her” She advised him
“Hey baby” He nervously greet “I’m Peter, Peter Pan” He added and he felt her kicking, he smiled and looked at Y/N and she smiled her back
6 months later a beautiful girl was born. You and Peter decided to call her Taylor, she was just like her dad, but in appearance was completely you, except for her green eyes.
Although raising a child wasn’t all sunshine, you and Peter always tried your best, even Felix liked her, therefore Felix also helped you with Taylor.
The last news you knew about Rumplestiltskin, was that he ended up in a world without magic, you and Peter sometimes went with Taylor to StoryBrooke and let her play with Mary Margaret’s son.
You couldn’t ask for more, you had a beautiful baby girl and the perfect boyfriend, he’s name was Peter, Peter Pan.




He wants them to be together as much even more than she does.

THIS AINT DONE YET(i mean the gif set since i was suppose to include everything i discussed below) but its sitting way too long in my drafts already so watever im gonna post it now before the next ep even comes

I specifically love Naoki in this episode for so many reasons but what struck me most is his change was much more evident now.

  • he mentioned in ep12 that she must pass her exam at one take which indirectly means that he doesn’t want anymore delay for them to be together.
  • He had mentioned twice already that finally they’ll be able to work together so that just means thats how much he has been longing to be with her.. i even bet he requested to be transferred to Tokyo for he can no longer wait for her to come!!!! 
  • He is more vocal now, he says that line in front of the patients and Dr. Nishi like they dont exist like “excuse me guys i just need to say something sweet to my wifey”. Also that “I’ll be busy, but Kotoko and I will do our best” line which makes me think of pervy things because this was his response after mama irie said about having a baby thing, but nonetheless I’m so happy.. he used to be just always an alone man that will do everything by himself but now he considers Kotoko to be his special partner that he wants to be working hard together with be it pervy or not lol!!! Lastly, when Kotoko said that from now on they be together forever,he gladly nods… AND EVEN SEALED THAT WITH A KISS!!!! (oh gawwwddd what is air!)
  • He doesn’t mind them being PDA anymore. just lets her hug him and even tho he already said they at the hospital and Kotoko continues to cling to him, he just lets her and even teases her like saying “ah so we are going to be apart again.”  Even if its in front of his adviser, NAOKI YOU FLIRT!. And we all know they are gonna make out on that staff cafe lounge next ep *cough-cough*
  • He even shows his jealousy now. I loved the part wherein he blocks Dr. Nishi’s face from getting close to Kotoko and looking pissed off ryt after like saying  “no one’s getting near my girl’s face but me brothah!!oookkk i know i’m exaggerating again!
  • He doesnt want to let her go and he believes that she can do it. See that disappointing face when she said she’ll transfer to another department??.. and when He still asked her to assist him even tho she already said she cant and said that if she just can live without trying then she’s free to go to other dept but that pleading face after he said this says "Please just do it with me.” and threatens to call other nurse (thats a nice move btw) and when she said she’ll do it, look at that victory face when he said “yokata” thats how much he believes in her.

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Talk about your crush

okay. the other day at school (i didnt go today bc im sick as fuck) we were in science then for no real reason one of her better friends asks me if i have a cat since my crush has a cat allergy probably, i have a cat though so i obviously say yes. she takes in a fake dramatic gasp and is like oh no so i obvi do the same thing and then im all like he hates me dont worry, he never lets me pet him anyways. and then the science teacher since she taught hetero normative health class :) says shes gonna be teaching it today (i was sick tho so i wasnt there :)) and im all like ‘i dont wanna hear her annoying voice talk about sex’ and crush goes like i cant believe you just said that. 

science class gives my gay ass so much happiness bc i sit by crush™

A Wish for Light

Pairing: Nozomi/Eli

Summary: “I’ll tell you a story for free,” the woman said when Eli met her in the woods. “What would you like it to be about?” 

Word count: 6500

Notes: The word nozomi means wish. Lyrics are from the Love Live Wiki.

“What do you know of the dark?” Eli asked, hoping that somewhere within the woman’s veils and charms was the answer she desired.

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So today my dad asked me, “what happened to my little girl that loved going to school?”
And after thinking about it I have an answer. Any parent that has school aged children should read this because it is going to be brutally honest.

Anyone that knows me knows that I love learning. I can spend hours teaching myself new things, and if you ask me a question about something I learned about, I can go on for quite some time about the topic.
So I should love school right? Wrong.

You see, school isnt about learning anymore. Its about memorizing. I can recite the first 10 digits of pi, and tell you the difference between and acid and a base. I can recite the quadratic formula in my sleep and I can tell you why you get pushed into your seat when a car takes off. But can I tell you how to fill out a tax form, or how to defend myself if I was ever attacked? How to buy a house or get insurance? No.

I hate going to school because if you do one wrong thing, or something different you will get criticized and ridiculed and called names and picked on until you spend every single night of your sophomore year crying yourself to sleep like I did!

I hate going to school because you don’t realize who your real friends are until it is the second to last quarter of your senior year, and you’re going to be graduating in a few months and leaving them behind to deal with the same struggle you faced the first three and a half years of high school. “Friends” stabbing you in the back and calling you names and telling you what a horrible person you are.
And as my dad always says “those people won’t matter in a few years after you graduate and you all go your separate ways”
But let me tell you. They will. Oh yes, they will.
I still remember coming home crying every day in eighth grade because I was bullied so badly. I still remember how badly it hurt and how sick to my stomach I got hearing those people call me “freak” and “fatty” and oink at me. I still remember freshman year being called annoying and a scumbag and getting my head pounded into the concrete by someone that just before that summer break sat on the floor of my room laughing and playing SceneIt! with me until my dad drove her home. I still remember sophomore year sitting in front of my locker during lunch waiting for my cousin to come and hang out with me because I felt so unwelcomed by everyone in the cafeteria. And junior year sitting in the back of the health teacher’s room during lunch because my “friend” told me she cant be friends with me anymore because it would “ruin her reputation” And let me tell you, it still hurts. They might say “sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me” But believe me, Id rather be stoned to death than be called fat one more time.

I hate going to school because teachers exaggerate bad grades and rarely every praise good grades. I remember freshman year I failed two classes because I was dealing with some bad stuff. Every teacher I had ridiculed me for it, and told me I could do better. Every other quarter, every year I’ve been on high honor roll. Did I ever hear a single teacher congratulate me for working my hardest, while dealing with other stuff, and get good grades? Not. A. Single. One.

I hate going to school because if you don’t understand a concept you are given dirty looks and attitudes. Then you get accused of not paying attention in class. The answer to that is to go get extra help, right? Wrong again! If you go ask your teacher for extra help, chances are they are too busy to help you, or they complain the whole time about you not knowing the stuff in the first place, which makes you feel guilty and not want to ask for more help. If you get help from another student, they will make you feel bad for taking away THEIR time. The only way to get good quality help is to have a tutor, which you have to pay for yourself.

I hate going to school because your self worth is determined by a grade.
I hate going to school because it is monotonous. Students go to the same classes and do the same things five days a week for ten months a year.

I dont hate learning, I hate school.

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for the tv series ask meme: always sunny?

my all-time ultimate fave character: mac, cos im gay
a character I didn’t used to like but now do: dennis
a character I used to like but now don’t: ???
a character I’m indifferent about: frank tbh sorry, he has his moments tho
a character who deserved better:  dee!!! dee deserves better!!!! and mandy i love her and she isnt appreciated by the fandom, and carmen dont even get me started on her 
a ship I’ve never been able to get into: i would say d**/d*nn*s but thats an understatement fricken hell i cant believe theres actually people that ship it but lets not get into that discourse
a ship I’ve never been able to get over: macdennis bro
a cute, low-key ship: chardee
an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: i ship mac and terry from that one episode
a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: mandy/dennis idk if its a ship but shes always been to good for that asshole
my favourite storyline/moment: the wedding dress 
a storyline that never should have been written: all the stuff about carmen and so much more
my first thoughts on the show: fucked up mess
my thoughts now: fucked up mess that owns my ass

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dillard’s tips!

so i paid a visit to dillards and while i was there i got some great tips to use from the SA who was very talkative and running the spanx/lingerie counter.

  • they have the cameras running one after another on one screen EXCEPT they have the spanx, calvin klein,  michael kors, and main jewelry cameras on screen all of the time.
  • departments without an active SA will have locked fitting rooms but ones with a SA in them will be unlocked. best to go in when they are busy helping someone else or are distracted. the SAs also aren’t supposed to let the merchandise selected from that section out of the specific section without you purchasing it first. 
  • they automatically watch any group of 2 or more teenager-looking people together.
  • they definatly profile and watch your activity based on appearance, best to dress like you have money to spend.
  • they notice a lot of sloppy behavior but let it slide, they hang photos and will try and notice when you come back in and what you take. they will keep building your bill higher and higher until they have you up to a felony charge. depending on your state can be anywhere from $500-$1000.  
  • they do have store security. 

moral of the story babes it to always be safe and gather as much info as you can about any store you’re going into. i’ve always assumed dillard’s to be pretty easy but got pretty freaked out after having this SA tell me all of this stuff.

if you’re interested, i posted on how i got the info/what i took that day/methods/more about the SA if you click the “keep reading” button :) 

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I took ten dollars out of your wallet last time is saw you. I took it as payment. Five dollars for bus fare from the park bench you left me sitting at. The other five for the pain when you told me not to call your parents house again because you’d just hang up. I’m not an automated message you can press one to take you off the list or a telemarketer you can tell to stop calling.

I’m done with being your best kept secret, like in inside coat pocket or a faded picture in a sealed, silver locket. I took that ten dollar bill, because I want to be the girl whose getting over you, slowly, like Im climbing a snow-slick hill. To do that, I have to put away the lies, individually, like pick-up sticks. You stole my firsts from me, but I still have my youth. Still, I’d feel better if I left the ones we touched with poison with the antidotal truth.

I will start by telling your Chemistry class we weren’t holding hands on a dare and that you gave me the bruise, bridging across my neck, that I hid with red scarves. Maybe, on the bus, I’ll tell the driver about our late drives in your moms Buick. Remember, when you told me about your parents divorce and it even made you cry, and you had to pull over to wipe your eyes–remember?

Ill write addresses down, to our secret spots, and I will give them to your teachers. The lake house the Lander’s lived in before they moved and the shed in my parent’s backyard where you took me and took me – meaningless as those minutes to the clock.

I’ll tell the freshman girls you go after during swim try-outs how it feels to be warmed by you, all over, five minutes after foreplay. I’ll tell them you cant unclasp bras without help or the fetishes you have about leather belts. I’ll give away all your lines, so by the time you start slipping out sexual syllables they are halfway through slapping you.

I might have trouble deciding who to tell next, so maybe ill let my dad see the bottom of my trash that we cluttered with square, colored wrappers (lubricated for his pleasure). Dad might not be so happy to see that, Paul and i’m not really sure what he will do. But, he is still on parole so I am sure he will think it through and maybe he will go easy on you.

Your mom might faint when I tell her how many girls you’ve taken to Dr. Dillinger (I’ll show her my file if she doesn’t believe me). She might be disappointed that I cant count that number on two hands.

Whose next? Oh, now this will be fun–my very last one to tell. Now, I know your girlfriend has practice in the gym at three sharp on Thursdays. Why don’t I meet her in the locker room and tell her about the freckle on your inner thigh and how your mouth tastes in the mornings?

See Paul, I want my shirts back and my CDs that you blare. I want everything you took from me, because I don’t think it’s fair, that I am left with all these lies and all these secrets to keep. I am what’s left in the space of a bank vault that no one is allowed to see. But whatever is locked in a safe–Paul, it’s always worth more then you think.

You might want to start begging for mercy because that side girl you tried to keep away but still strung along might not be as sad as you thought she was. Secrets are bad, Paul. But, I know a few–and I am not afraid to unleash them all over you. I’m not afraid of the way you fight with you eyes open and boiling, or how every moment we shared alone, you spent spoiling with lies and promises and leaving.

I don’t want you back, Paul. I’ve been left for the last time by you. I just want to slip this letter into something more comfortable. I’ll write your address in a coat of black ink, and i’ll even spend 48 cents stamping it. When its ready to be delivered, ill leave it on a kitchen counter instead. ill forget to send it. I won’t leave it in my mothers mailbox, or to drop it by the post office. Ill forget that i wrote this at all. And, tomorrow, in the hall, you’ll wave and when I say your name all of your blame with slip out from under you like a rug and will think things between us are all right.

But tonight, I’ll pretend I had revenge. I’ll pretend the girls that flock to you, seek south for winter. I’ll pretend your mother does a blood panel for herpes, hepatitis, and the clap, and your widely requested girlfriend will lend her love to a tight-end on the football field. Not because I want to take away your world like a torturing tornado takes away rusted debris in a storm, because you may just be a growing boy from Dover. But Paul, I need you to know there’s a difference between rocking someone’s world and just tipping it over.


Back to Basics Pt. 4 | Rucas fanfic (AU)

Riley Matthews lived in NY for the majority of her childhood. That is up until 6th grade when her father was offered a job in sunny California, which he accepted. Riley was forced to leave behind everything she knew, her school, her teachers and her small group of best friends. Fast forward 5 years where Riley and her family decide it’s time to move back home. Now a junior in high-school Riley has to figure out where she belongs after being gone so long.

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Chapter 4 - “Stay away from him”

Riley expected a lot of things to happen when she walked through her front door. She expected her mom to be upset that she didn’t call or come home right away and she expected her dad to be completely oblivious to what was going on. What she didn’t expect was to see Josh sitting there on the sofa waiting for her to come home. It wasn’t the first time she caught her brother doing something with a girl but it was the first time she caught him doing something with her best friend. She threw her keys on the table by the door and walked directly in the direction of her bedroom. 

“Riley, wait… can we walk?” He had a serious look on his face. 

“Talk about what?” She asked trying to ignore the situation. 

“Come on, be serious.” Josh walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out two water bottles, tossing one to Riley.

“Okay. Let’s be serious…Were you seriously making out with my friend?” The anger she left out on the field with Lucas was back now. 

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This is for you

Your name: submit What is this?

Bellamy Blake and you knew each other since you become his neighbor when you were 7. You didnt like him when you were little, because he never talked to anyone and if he does he was very mysterious and didnt talk about his family. But when you were older and Bellamy’s mother should watch over you, he told you his secret, because you wasnt like the other 10 year old girls who hate boys or something like that. Bellamy and you became friends, you helped him so good as you can to keep Octavia in safety.
As you all came down on earth, Bellamy and you get closer to each other.. Bellamy felt in love with you first and told you about his feelings on a full moon night, it was very romantically and you still thought that it was Octavia’s Idea because Bellamy isnt the romantically guy but he always said it was his own Idea.

Anyway since that a lot happened. You were taken by Mountain Mens and escaped with Clarke, your best friend Finn, died because of Clarke the one who your best friend loved the most and then the Grounders and Skypeople made peace.. It was too much for you and if Bellamy had not been there, you wouldnt have survived all this. You loved him everyday more, nothing and no one could brought you two apart, until now.


In the Grounder camp:

“We need to tell him Clarke!” Octavia yelled at her, with tears in her eyes.

“We can’t! I’ve he finds out that Y/N is dead.. He’ll drop the mission and the 48 will die and Bellamy probably too.” Clarke argued and looked to Lexa.

“You both dont have a heart! She was like a sister to me and you two killed Y/N, you could have saved her, Clarke!” Octavia yelled so loud that nearly everyone could hear her. 

“Octavia of the Skypeople, calm your voice!” Lexa said very serious.

“I dont take orders from you! And either from Clarke. You killed my sister and after this war, I’ll never see you both again.” Octavia said while the tears rolled down at her face. “Clarke? You hoped for that right? Because if Y/N is daed.. You think Bellamy would love you.. Or are you now with Lexa?” Octavia said and went out of the tent.

“Watch her.” Lexa said annoyed to a Guard. “She didnt mean that.”

“Oh yes she did, Octavia Blake means everything she said.. And I know I didnt want to kill Y/N but I-I could have saved her.. I couldnt save Finn but I could have saved Bellamy’s one true love after what he is doing for us right now.” Clarke said and Lexa understood it and hugged her. “I dont feel anything for Bellamy, he’s just a friend and I want you to know that Lexa.”

“I know you dont want to hear that but you’ve to focus, we need to get to Mount Weather.” Lexa said and Clarke nodded. 


“Octavia!” Lincoln shouted after she went out of the tent and into the woods.

After he find her, sitting down on the ground while she was crying, he went over to her and tried to calm her down.

“Lin-Lincoln I cant do this here with out Y/N or Bellamy, I cant be Indra’s second and fight a war. I mean Y/N is dead and Bellamy could be soon too.” She cried in his arms.

“No he wont, Bellamy is a strong one just like you. I know Y/N was too but she’ll watch over you.” Lincoln said and kissed her forehead while Murphy came into the woods two.

“Hey, are you okay?” Murphy asked carefully.

Murphy was a good friend of you, you were one of his first friends after everything he did, you still saw the good in him. Murphy would’ve done everything for you and he still wish that he could change places with you.. to keep you save.

“I’ll be, if you do me a favor.” Octavia said and stopped crying.

“Yeah sure, anything.” Murphy answered.

“You need you to distracted the Guards, I have to get to the dropship and tell Bell about Y/N. He need to know.” She said with a sad voice.

“I agree, he need to know.” Murphy nodded and Lincoln helped Octavia to stood up. “Go, I’ll take care of the Guards.

Octavia hugged Murphy and kissed his cheek. After that Lincoln and she ran, they ran like they would die if they wouldnt run.


At the dropship:

1 Hour past but then Octavia and Lincoln made it. First they saw Abby who was shocked to see them because they wanted to kepp Clarke save but when Octavia told her what Clarke had done, she couldnt say a word and let Octavia went to Raven, the only person who could talk to her big brother.

"Raven I need to talk to him, believe me it’s really important.” Octavia said so calm as she could after Raven told her she cant talk to her brother right now.

“He tried to save your friends in there okay? Our friends, he doesnt have time right now.” Raven said pissed.

“I didnt want to do that but you let me no other choice.” Octavia said and slapped Raven so hard that she felt to the ground and Octavia could get to the radio set.

“Bellamy, bellamy please came in.” Octavia said and pressed a button on the side.

“O? Is that you?” Bellamy said happy.

“Yes it’s me, Bellamy I need to tell you something okay?” Octavia said and tried not to cry while Raven stood up slowly.

“Hurry, I need to take some Mountain Mens down.” He laughed.

“Bellamy, I’m so sorry.” Octavia started to cry again.

“Octavia, whats going on?” Bellamy said confused.

“Bell, Y/N she is- she is dead. She died because of an explosion , I was with her but then, she- she ran to save a child and.. she couldnt save herself.”

It was quiet.

“Bellamy?” She asked and Raven started to cry next to her. “Bellamy can you hear me?”

“I need to go now.” Bellamy said shocked. 

“The last thing she said was, that she loves you and that she wanted to be the one who saved you from the mountain mens, when you could made the prisoners free.”

“O, we’ll we meet again.” He said and throw his radio set away.

“No Bellamy, BELLAMY!” Octavia yelled and Lincoln hugged her again.


In Mount weather:

Bellamy needed a few minutes, he leaned on a banister and tried not to cry.. to think clear but he couldnt. You were his only thoughts and so he made a decision, to take Mount Weather down at any costs.
Bellamy went downstairs and wanted to take the passivation down like Raven told him.

“Y/N I’ll give you revenge, I hope you can hear me. I love you.” Bellamy said and took the passivation down.


This One Shot was for my Grandpa, may we meet again. 

* 26.04.1949 ✝ 26.2.2015 

i just watched meghan trainors video and read the lyrics to her song “dear future husband” and i can honestly say that combined with some interviews ive seen from her and all about that bass pretty much all of my respect for her is gone. we’re living in a time where we are trying to break the idea of one gender being superior than the other and we’re trying to reach equality for both genders but all though out the song “dear future husband” she says things like  “Open doors for me and you might get some kisses” and “After every fight just apologize and maybe then I’ll let you try and rock my body right” so shes basically saying if you do simple things for her, that people should be doing for anyone (like holding open a door), she’ll give you sex. She also says that why disagree with her because if you apologize for what ever happened she’ll let you have sex with her. this is sending out such a terrible message to young girls and boys and i cant believe it. its basically saying, in my mind, to boys that its okay for girls to bribe you with sex and reward you with it for doing things that should be considered a normal thing to do for any human, such as holding a door for someone or simply telling the person you love theyre beautiful. it also tells the girls that you can use your body to get what you want and that its okay. she doesn’t even have respect for her future husband in this song, shes telling him what to do all through out it. she says “Don’t leave me lonely and know we’ll never see your family more than mine” which is a big red flag boys and girls!!! if your partner wont allow you to see your loved ones that is not okay. she finishes the song by saying “dear future husband you better love me right” but loving someone is not simply buying them things and listening to their every command, loving someone is as simple as calling them to ask them how their day is going and hugging them while theyre upset and listen to what they have to say. ok so thats all for my rant.

So ive been avoiding making this post for a while because ive been trying so desperately to make money on my own. Ive done surveys, ive done featurepoints, ive done random local jobs, and ive even taken up camming. I never wanted to start camming but i got so desperate that i gave in. But none of this is bringing in enough money to make a huge difference.

Another problem that has arisen: my mother has decided this is just the absolute best time to kick me out. She told me “the family has decided you need to find somewhere else to go.” My brother looked me dead in the eye and said “i dont even care if you end up on the street because a stranger or one of your friends will pick you up and take you in anyway.” Because im a stray dog right? I was in essence told if im not willing to be my mothers live-in unpaid nurse and housekeeper 24/7 then i need to leave. I got her to give me approximately a year to figure my shit out and find somewhere to go by telling her a bunch of half truths about how ive “found some work” and “ive got a friend whos willing to let me move in with them a year from now.”

Ive got a lot of people in different states who say to me, “you can stay with me and ill help you get on your feet but you have to find a way to get to me.” Problem is i have 60 cents in my bank account and 4 dollars in my wallet.

Now my mom is telling me shes withholding the food stamps card from me and she isnt allowing me to go grocery shopping or buy food.

My mom has multiple sclerosis and its in its end stages. Its starting to eat away at her mind. Id like to think what shes doing to me isnt really her. Especially since she used to tell me all the time about how she would “never kick me out no matter my age or the circumstances” and that because she “put me through such a shitty childhood she would try her hardest to do better for me now as an adult.”

I wish i could be around and stick with my mom knowing that its unsure when she could go. I wanted to cherish her and spend as much time as possible with her while shes still with me but its becoming abundantly clear that she isnt gonna let that happen.

I cant stay here anymore. My mom is only 56 but i genuinely believe shes already reaching senility. Shes violent, shes hurtful, she says things she doesnt mean and throws insults around willy nilly, and our relationship has deteriorated to absolute nothingness. I cant be in this environment anymore. My mental and physical health are deteriorating. I do not have the knowledge, money, or capabilities to take care of my mother.

I dont have a license or a car, i dont have any money, i dont have anything. Im at the end of my rope and im doing all that i can to survive. I tried to do a gofundme to get a vehicle but now with these new developments with my mom kicking me out, i dont think i can use that money for a vehicle. I need to use that money to find somewhere to go.

You dont have to offer me a place to go, i have prospects but i need money to follow through with them. I also really really dont want to be out of florida. I wont leave the state. I need to get out of this house but i still dont want to be so far away that i cant get back home if my mom takes a turn for the worst.

If you can donate to my paypal please do. I need food this month and i need to save up to find somewhere to go before my year here is up. Im gonna keep doing the surveys and the camming, im gonna keep reapplying to the gas station next to my house. Im not gonna give up. But i NEED help.

My paypal is heatherlthomas95@gmail.com

If you cant donate please signal boost. And thank you so much for your love, compassion, and care.

prettybone  asked:

hi! so, i looove mm:fr & all the wives but i can't really get a handle on Toast? I see the others' growth & overall story arc but I'm missing Toast's. Idk I LOVE her just as much as the others so I want to understand her & her role better! so this is basically a vague message to the tune of: tell me all about Toast please?

ooooooh yes my friend, do sit back and let me talk to you about Toast.

Toast, who maybe doesn’t develop as clearly as the other girls because I believe she was born into herself the moment they drove out into the wasteland. Toast who literally throws her tiny body over Nux and tries to strangle him, Toast who knows her way around a gun, who wants to know, despite Angharad’s attempts at keeping peace and avoiding killing. Toast who takes the gun away from Angharad when Angharad cant reload it and spits her a look that tells us all we need to know about their relationship. Because Toast knows sometimes you need to fight, you can’t avoid killing forever, Angharad.

Toast “he’s not gonna hurt us he needs us” Toast “don’t damage the goods” Toast hollow angry stares because she isn’t taking your shit, Max. Toast who knows she’s just an object, understands how to use it to her advantage, but also knows she can come back from it be stronger than that. Toast who is throwing jibes at Max mere hours after Angharad has died because Toast internalizes Angharad’s death, doesn’t chase after Cheedo but hangs back instead, letting her more softly spoken sisters talk Cheedo down.

Toast who doesn’t mesh with the other girls quite as well, doesn’t have her clear place among them or a clear companion, Toast who probably takes after Furiosa more than the others, whom Furiosa hands her gun over to without hesitation, because she knows Toast will handle it, won’t shy away or back down from that type of decision. Toast who is the first one out of the rig by far when they reach the Vuvalini while the other girls hang back, more hesitant, clutched together.

Toast who the War Boys are almost lucky they grabbed out of the rig near the end because while the other wives are strong, they aren’t fighters the way Toast is a fighter and with her around Furiosa wouldn’t have ever been stabbed. Toast who spits on the torn apart bloody remains of Immorten Joe as she shoves him aside and drives on. Toast who, upon their return to the Citadel, is the one most likely to start training young girls and reigning in the new era of War Girls herself because she knows how important it is to be able to protect yourself against the wasteland. Toast mutherfuckin Toast you guys.

Theory of Stevonnie/Garnet/Rainbow Quartz fusions

Fusions are the combination of gems. We all know this, from seeing the fusions of gems throughout the two seasons. 

There’s been a lot of talk about what the deal is with the before mentioned three fusions, mostly Stevonnie and Garnet, but also with Rainbow Quartz.

In comparison with the other gems, they each only have two arms, thought they are more than one gem. All of the other fusions, whether they be of two or more gems, have the same number of arms as gems in the fusion. [Garnet being counted as one gem, due to her appearance] So why do these three fusions only have two arms, instead of four?

Good question. Im here to answer it.

[Disclaimer:This isnt canon! Its Just my theory]

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Season 2 Finale Liveblog

-that was a very long “previously, on stitchers…” intro

-Kirsten, honey, lemme tell you Cameron would never let you get so lost in this obsession you couldn’t get out. That boy would follow you to hell and back to keep you safe.

-Fishy Fishy you gotta work on the pep talks here pal

-Wow Liam’s head doesn’t look nearly as blown up as I would have expected

-“Did I really used to sound like a robot?” Oh my sweet summer child



-It’s interesting that Liam told Kirsten he’d come to her, like he knew that that ally was dangerous

-I’m both concerned and impressed with how much math Kirsten can do without making any mistakes. I could not write on my walls in marker without ruining my walls with scratching things out

-Yet again I am in love with the Stinger intelligence gene

-I don’t really like how Nina found out about the NSA thing. It feels rushed and forced.

-Wait backup why is Daniel fleeing Kirsten’s fault?

-ahhhh I see it’s the NSA’s fault








-I feel like Daniel is using her and she doesn’t realize it

-oh hey Maggie agrees with me how lovely

-oh shit I don’t like the idea of the wrong body being buried in Mama’s grave

-I’m getting some major Dumbledore vibes from Maggie rn. “Here’s what you should definitely not do, and here’s how you should absolutely not go about doing it.”


-this is the ex fish.


-ohhhh my poor sweet fish baby you need some help pal

-is this how they bury people in LA??? I don’t like it. Seems unsanitary.


-Don’t test Kirsten’s willingness to kill you there pal because after the whole “I own you” shit I’m about ready to kill you. Just kidding. 100% down to kill you.


-wait so did Fisher never get officially divorced?

-it seems like she’s having a panic attack they are not fun






-Camille you are drunk pls stop

-Jesus fuck how smart was Ed Clark

-and how smart is Camille for being able to pick all this up while drunk






-this dipshit needs to let them do their shit


-I love how “with Camille” is said like a threat




-oh shit he’s gonna have to rip her out of here isn’t he




-at least the ship is sailing

-Freeform: “yeah I’ll give you what you want but wait before I do that LEMME RIP YOUR HEART OUT FIRST”









Chapter 2: Change of Plans.


I huffed in annoyance as I received a text from Raye telling me that she wasn’t going to the store for me. I let her ass move in with me, it’s the least she could fucking do.

Smirking, I went through my gallery and clicked on her favorite picture, and sent it to her.

Me: how could you say no to this face :/ ?

Suh😍😘😜😫😇👊👍👫❤: fine. cant believe im doing this cuz you treat me like shit but k.

I rose an eyebrow as I read the ‘treat me like shit’ part, but I just brushed it off. That’s her sensitive ass that’s always in her feelings, and don’t know how to put her foot down. Nobody told her to be a punk. Not trying to sound like an asshole, but damn.

I shook my head, and went down the stairs, because Raye should be here any minute. The store is literally right around the corner. I just didn’t feel like doing anything.

“Here’s your stuff, Raymond.” Raye huffed, throwing my bag of snacks at me. I scrunched up my face, and threw it back.

“The fuck, Raye? Why you got an attitude for?” She rolled her eyes, and sat down unnecessarily hard. Fuck is her problem?

“It’s not—” She was cut off by my girl Cassie coming out of the kitchen, and speaking.

“Raymond why you even wasting your time? She never tells you what’s wrong with her ass, so why ask?” She asked with a mug on her face.

Raye shot her head my way, and looked at me with her eyes widened. “Why is she here?” She whispered.

“Raye, she is my girl…” I whispered back. They could never get along.

“What y’all whispering about?” Cassie asked, wrapping her arms around my torso.

“Nothing.” Raye mumbled, causing me to shake my head.

“Yea, that’s what I thought. I’m gonna go babe.” She said, kissing me on my cheek before leaving. I looked over at Raye, and caught her staring at me with disappointment in her eyes. Fuck she disappointed for?

“What?” I asked, just as she got up and grabbed her purse.

“I’m leaving. I don’t feel safe here at all. You don’t take up for me or protect me, so why am I staying here?”

 I grew silent, I had nothing to say. She was right. “I’m sorr— ” I managed to say, but got cut off by the door slamming.

I looked towards the door, and realized that she had left. I ran my hands over my face, and sighed. Now she’s making me feel like shit.


“Ty stop, I just washed my hair!” Nae complained, making me suck my teeth. She always complaining about her damn hair. She don’t see me complaining about my hairline.

We were suppose to be at school in like half ass an hour, but my mom asked us to make these cupcakes for her while she got ready for work. And to be honest, I didn’t know how to make this shit, so I was just playing with it. “Hand me that.” Nae said, pointing to the icing pens. I did just that, and stared at her while she designed the cupcakes.

“Stop staring at me..” She mumbled, just as her dimples started deepening, causing me to smile.

“You cute a—” I was cut off by knocking on the door.

“I’ll get it, I’m finished anyways.” I shrugged, as Nae washed her hands and took of her apron, before answering the door.

“Oh my God, are you okay?!?” Nae half yelled. I rose an eyebrow, and walked into the living room to see Raye with puffy red eyes.

“Yo, what happened?” I asked, grabbing her hand, letting her know that she could tell me anything.

“I need some where to stay. Raymond and I got into an argument, and I don’t feel safe around him at all.” I sighed, and ran my hands over my face. That nigga Raymond did act like he didn’t care about her. I wouldn’t blame her for not feeling safe. He let’s anybody talk to, and handle her any kind of way, and that’s real fucked up. Me and Cameron tells this nigga to start treating her better, but he never listens.

You could stay with me probably, but I’d have to ask my mom.” Nae said , causing me to smile. She had a big heart, which made me love her even more. She was nice to everyone.

“Really?! Thank you so much!” Raye squealed, as she wiped her tears.

“Your welcome sweetie, and um Ty we only have like 15 minutes, so I’ll be in the car.” I nodded, and made my way upstairs.

“Ma, we leaving!” I yelled, as I knocked on my mom’s door. “Ok!’ She yelled back. I was about to walk in, and hug her, but my phone started ringing. Without looking at caller id, I answered it.

"Yo, what you doing?” I ain’t Even have to look at my phone, I already knew it was Chris’ bored ass.

“Nothing, about to take Nae and Raye to school.” I hear him suck his teeth.

“Raye? Eh, why you hanging with her?” I chuckled, and shook my head.

“Cause she needs a friend man. You and Raymond be treating her so wrong, like the fuck is up with yall?” I admitted, casuing him to huff in annoyance.

“Whatever man, maybe I wouldn’t be mean if that bitch wasn’t so fucking weak. Meet me at school though.”

“Alright bye.”

“Toodles!” He said hanging up quick as hell, before I could get on his ass. That nigga gay as fuck.

That’s my nigga though.


Making my way into my last class of the day, I rolled my eyes as I saw Chris sitting my seat. I wasn’t even about to fuck with him today. Let me just sit in the front, and mind my business.

“There her bitch ass go right there..” I heard him mumble in the back, making my blood boil. Why is he worried about me?

Trying to ignore whatever the hell he was talking about, my eyes landed on one of Chris’ other friend’s enter the classroom. His name was August, I think. A smile plastered across my face as I felt the desk behind me shift.

“Wassup?” I heard him say, causing me to turn around in my desk.

“Hi.” I chuckled nervously, causing him to smile.

“What’s ya  name?” He asked with an accent, making me go crazy inside.

“Raye, and you?”

“August, but what you up to after this class?” He asked, making me think about what I had to do. I had to go get my stuff from Raymond’s house, but I guess he could help me.

“Packing, wanna help?” I asked with a big grin, hoping he would say yes.

“Yea, I’ll help.” He chuckled. Just when I was about to respond, the teacher walked in.

“Okay class, let’s discuss this new project that you all are going to be doing. You and the partner that I will be assigning you will write an essay on the way you feel about high school.” He stated.

Really? I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to read mines, because we all know what my essay would be about. Then why the hell do we need a partner for that?

“Raye Lovins and Christopher Brown.” The teacher called out, and I almost chocked on my drink.

“No, no, no Mr. Jackson. Please pair me up with someone else.” I begged.

“Sorry Raye.” He shrugged, sitting back in his desk. I sank low in my desk, and a frown plastered across my face. I wanted to cry. Mr. Jackson knew I didn’t like Chris, he did this shit on purpose. Do people not care that I’m getting bullied?

Finally, the bell rang and I tried to get out of my seat, but Chris stopped me.

“I’m bout to come to your house, aight?” He stated, making me frown again. I hope he goes easy on me.

“But I don’t stay th—” He cut me off.

“Look, just be at the fucking house, okay?!” I nodded, and grabbed my purse.

“What’s up with him?” August chuckled. I guess he was the only one that didn’t know Chris was a fucking bully. I’m not telling him either.

“He’s always like that towards me, but hey.. Yo gottta come some other time.” He nodded, grabbed his stuff and left.

I huffed when I realized Chris was my only way home. Hopefully, he’s still here or I would have to call Raymond.

Rushing outside of the school, I spotted Chris trying to get a girl’s number on the bench. If only she knew how mean he was.

 Walking up to them, I softly tapped him on the back, for him to turn around. When he did, his smile turned into a frown. ”The fuck you want?” He whispered, making me sigh.

“Could you please take me home?” I asked, nicely. He mugged me, and quickly shook his head no.

“Nah, fuck outta here. Not taking yo’ weak ass no where with me.” He barked, making my frown. My house is down the fucking street.

“Chris, please!” I begged. He sucked his teeth, and grabbed his keys out of his pocket.

“Come on, damn. You get on my fucking nerves. Had to turn down some pussy for your fuck ass.” He huffed, walking away to his car. I didn’t need to know that.

When I reached the car, he was already in it. I was going for the back seat, so he couldn’t mess with me, but he caught on.

“Nope, get ya bitch ass in the front. You wanted me to take you home so bad.” I sucked my teeth, and got in the front seat, slamming the door afterwards. I mentally cursed myself out for that.

“Don’t be slamming my fucking doors yo!” He said, muffing my head. I huffed unnecessarily loud, and slid down in my seat.

“Can you leave me alone for once?!” I half yelled.

“Nope.” He smirked, before taking off down the street.


Two shoves, and three thigh punches later, we were in Raymond’s driveway.

Immediately, I opened the car door and ran up to my room. I hope Chris leaves. Seeing that my room was already empty, I rose an eyebrow. Everything was already in boxes, so this nigga must wanted me to leave.

“What you in here doing?” Chris busted in my room. He was smacking on something like crazy, annoying me even more.

“Minding my fucking business.” I spat on accident. Shit. Shit. Shit. A couple of seconds later, I heard his footsteps getting closer, than he yanked me up by my arm.

“I done told yo ass to stop fucking talking to me like I’m crazy Raye.” He said, as his grip on my arm got even tighter.

“Ok, please let go!” I cried. He’s fucking heavy handed.

“Damn Raye, quit being a fucking punk!” Raymond said as he walked by the room. My mouth hung open, and I shook my head. He still knew about this, and didn’t do anything to help. Chris’ chuckles broke me out of my thoughts.

“Damn your own brother won’t even help you out.” He said, laughing in my face. A tear ran down my face, and I quickly wiped it. How could he laugh at that? That wasn’t funny. Then he’s not making it any better by rubbing it in my face.

“Can we just start on the project, please?” I asked, wiping my face with my shirt.

“Oh yea, that is why I’m here.” He cackled. Looking over at my desk, he snatched the package of paper and ripped it open.

After grabbing two pens, he handed me one and a couple of sheets of paper. I went over to my bed, and sat down, thinking about what I would write. I’m writing the fucking truth. Hopefully Chris won’t read it.

I was brought out of my thoughts, when I felt the bed shift behind me. A couple of seconds later, I felt Chris’ breath on my neck, and his foot ended up on my thigh. I rolled my eyes, and walked to the other side of the room, only to receive a groan from him. This is going to be a long day.


I rolled my eyes as Raye got up and went to the other side of her room. She was so fucking scary. For what? That scary and weak shit is annoying as hell. She pretty and shit, but nah man. Maybe she’ll stop of I leave her the fuck alone.

“Finished.” I heard Raye mumble to herself. I looked over at her, and spoke.

“Let me read it, please?” I asked, trying to be nice to her sensitive ass.

“Um, I-I don’t th— ” I cut her off by smacking my teeth.

Walking over to where she was, I snatched the paper out of her hands, and began to read it.

“Hi, I am Raye Lovins. A victim of the biggest bully of them all. Christopher Mean Ass Brown. This guy had bullied and tortued me since 9th grade and he still is. I hate him with a passion. I wish he would just fuck off sometimes. Sometimes I wanna shoot him in the fucking face, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try, he always ends up winning. So clap everyone. The biggest bully trophy goes to Christopher. But you get more than a trophy! You get to bully me more and more, because guess what? Nobody does anything about it! So obviously, my high school experience has been a nightmare everyone, because of this monster Christopher Brown.” I read.

As soon as I finished, I balled it up, and looked down at her. She refused to look up.

I chuckled, and stood in front of her.


Here I go thinking about being nice to her bitch ass, and she goes and writes this bullshit. Fuck her.

“Answer me, Raye!” I yelled again, making her stand up. She looked scared as hell, making me chuckle.

“No, I wrote it because it was tru—” She cried, but I cut her off.

“Ion give a fuck! Here I thinking about being nice to you, and you fucking write this?!” I yelled, throwing the balled paper at her.

“You better fucking run..” I warned, and she looked at me like I was confused.


I pulled up to Raymond ’s driveway, and spotted Chris’ car next to mine. Grabbing my purse and keys, I hopped out of the car, and went to unlock the front door.

As soon as I opened it, I heard yelling and crying upstairs. Furrowing my eyebrows together, I walked to the kitchen and saw Raymond sitting on the cabinet. I sucked my teeth and pushed him down.

“Ow, goddamn! What?” He complained. I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t hear that shit upstairs Raymond ?!” I yelled. He nodded and shrugged. This nigga is a fucking dick towards Raye. That was his fucking sister. I know I was mean to her too, but that’s his fucking sister. He likes her, I don’t. Either way, no brother should treat their sister like that. That’s probably Chris up there.

“Raymond go fucking help her!” I said, punching him in the chest. He pushed me away, and walked off.

“You go do it!” He yelled as he left out of the house. I huffed, and dragged myself up the stairs, as everything got louder. Glasses was being broken and everything.

“Chris please stop!” I heard Raye beg. Then, seconds later I heard a loud thud. I couldn’t listen to this anymore. I used to be bullied too.

Bursting through the door, I looked over at Raye rubbing her head in the corner, wincing in pain. I looked over at Chris about to come over to her, but I quickly got in front of him.

“Raye go home..” I sighed. As soon as she passed by us, Chris tried to go for her, but I quickly pushed him back. Once I heard the front door slam, I pushed him down on the bed.

“What the fuck Chris?!” I yelled, and he picked up a balled piece of paper.

“Look at what the fuck she wrote about me!” I snatched the paper out of his hand, and read it. Okay, it was mean, but it was true.

“Chris it’s true, you cant get mad. This is what you’ve done to her. You’re a bully. You need to stop.” He sucked his teeth, and sat beside me.

“No, she needs to stop being so fucking weak!” I huffed, and turned to face him.

“Have you ever thought about why she was weak?!” He looked up at me and shrugged.

“No, why is she?”

“That’s her place to tell you. But Chris, how could you keep doing this and you’re sister killed herself from being bullied, you’re so fucking dumb!”

“Yo, don’t even bring that shit up Cassie!” He screamed at me, standing up.

“It’s the truth! You’re sick, how could you do Raye like that?”

“You aint no prize either, you just as mean as I am, so fuck outta’ here. I’m leaving.” He stated storming out of the room.

He needs to fucking stop, before Raye does the same thing his sister did.

Preference: You defend yourself, And he's impressed.

Liam: I was on a walk with Liam, and we were talking about about a reality show. “Honestly the whole thing must of been pla-” I was cut short when I bumped into someone, who then toppled onto me. I groaned, a small shock of pain in my ankle, as the young girl, 15 at the most, clambered off me. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?” She asked in a grumpy tone. I, having had many, understand bad days. God only knows what force messed with her elements today, but what ever it was, she was ready to let it out on me. “I could, and I’m sorry, but I was a bit distracted.” Supposing that would of been an okay apology, but sadly it wasn’t.. At least not for this teenage girl. “Next time watch out, bitch.” Was that really all she could come up with? “Sweetie, I don’t see what more I could do, rather than apologize.” I retorted. "How about you learn to just shut your whore mouth, little miss ‘I don’t have to worry about anything because I’m Liams girlfriend.’ “ I quickly turned to Liam who was about to speak up, but I quickly gave him a small glance, telling him this was my problem, not his. He gave me a slight nod, as I held back my smile. "See that’s the thing, I do worry about things, a lot of things actually, and just because I’m Liam’s girlfriend doesn’t mean I live inside a small world of my own. Really now, do you think all these fowl words are going to change my answer? I’m being as sincere as I can be when I’m saying I’m sorry. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to continue the conversation I was having with my beloved boyfriend.” I said in my calm, usual tone. This girl standing if front of me wouldn’t over power me, nor make me raise my voice. I’ve always found being calm in tough situations help with the other persons anger. “Whatever. I have to go meet my friend.” She so simply replied, strutting off. And that’s when Liam let go, cracking a wide smile, and slinging his arm around my shoulders. “That’s my girl!” He laughed, kissing my cheek.

Niall: Right now I was caught in an argument with a 'fan’ of my boyfriends band. Usually I wouldn’t even bother to have a contest with someone as low as the girl who stood before me, but she dared to pick me on a bad day. “Look! I don’t know what the hell you have against me!” I threw my hands up, my defeat coming soon. “My problem against you is that you’re going to end up hurting my poor baby!” She yelled back, as she shoved me. I scoffed, and threw my head back in a silent laugh. “Your baby? Wow.. You know what. It’s fine. But you need to get through your quite capable mind, that I love that boy!” I exclaimed with such emotion, pointing towards Niall, who stood close to me, in case either of us came out of hand. “Yeah right.” She scoffed back at me, rolling her eyes. “How could a whore like you ever love someone as beautiful as him?” She finished, taunting me. I’m one to be honest. This girl, she was quite the sight. She had beautifully pale skin, electric blue eyes, and flowing, healthy hair, that was dyed a soft lilac color. but her way of being, threw off her calm, soft spoken look, And frankly. I wanted to stick her in the jaw. “Explain to me. What exactly makes me a whore? If I’m honest, Niall was my first kiss, my first love. He’s been my first for almost everything. He’s taught me to be a bigger person, and I think I’ll use that now, to walk away from you. I hope you have a good day.” I mumbled the last part, sighing deeply, as I took Nialls hand into mine, walking away. “I hope you know you’re quite the gal.” He giggled, making me smile. “Oh, really?” I asked, looking up at him, with a small grin. He laughed, he’s accent prominent as he spoke in a low whisper. “You amaze me as the days go by, doll.” He smiled widely, kissing my nose. 

Zayn: Honestly speaking, Zayn liked it when I defended myself against a fan, or the paps. He enjoyed knowing that he finally found a girl who could deal with all these things that came with dating him. This girl was the keeper. I was the keeper. I don’t mean to sound cocky either. But he reminds me on several occasions and I am not ashamed to say it. It also seems to be those few fans that never know when to stop pushing my buttons, but I never expected a boy to react so strongly towards me. I actually was fearful. I was just leaving a coffee shop, Zayn by my side when it happened. He saw us, and looking towards Zayn, his eyes lit up, and he smiled widely, making me smile. but as soon as his eyes caught mine, his expression changed to disgust. Zayn noticed this, so he turned toward me, and whispered. “Please stay close babe..” We came closer to the young man, and he didn’t dare look at me, until he got his greeting from Zayn, and what not. “So why are you walking around with a filthy bitch like her?” He asked, coyly. Zayn was appalled by the sudden change of mood. I coughed in irritation of him being rude to me indirectly. “If you’ve got something to say buddy, say to me. I’m standing right here.’ I said, bluntly. "Oh alright, well, I think you shouldn’t be with Zayn. He deserves much better then a one dollar whore like you.” He replied, matter-of-fact. That’s when Zayn decided this was the line that shouldn’t be crossed. “Hey man, you don’t have to b-” “No. Let him, Zayn. Let me.” I huffed, relentlessly. “I take it you’ve got strong feelings towards Zayn here?” I asked, tilting my head to the side, staring him in the eyes. “Yeah, I do, and because of that I know you’re no good for him.” He smiled at me, mockingly. “Aw, isn’t that cute, hm?” I giggled girlishly. “You know what else could be cute, hm?” He giggled back. “What?” I raised an eyebrow quizzically, still smiling. “This.” He said, daringly, as he raised a fist. I gasped, about to duck, when Zayn caught him by the wrist, holding him steady with his other hand. I let out a breath, moving to the other side of Zayn as he whispered a low threat, pushing back the boy. I let out another shaky breath, as he walked off, and I smiled at Zayn. “Thanks.. I didn’t think he’d try hurting me..” I mumbled, as Zayn entwined our fingers, letting us walk off the other way. “Eh, I expected the worst, I wouldn’t ever let anyone lay a finger on you. Plus you know I like the way you defend youself.. Make people scared, like a dog with their tails between their legs.” He chuckled, as did I. 

Louis:In any argument I was Cheeky, sarcastic, and quite an asshole. But I had never gotten into an argument around Louis. I tried staying clear away from that. Sadly, today it was inevitable, and so the story begins. We were out and about, minding our own business, going into shops, and book stores, finding things far more interesting since neither of us had gotten much sleep the night before. I giggled at Louis small remark to a paragraph in a book when the bell over the door chimed, Signalling someones arrival. You paid no mind to it,still making jokes about the book. “Oh Louis! Look it’s the book I’ve been going on about can I pleeaase get it?” I smiled, brightly, like a small child. He chuckled and nodded his head, reading the title. “Haven?” He asked, musing. “Oh c'mon! Phsychics? Secret past life? I’ve babbled on about it for so long!” I laughed, as someone rounded the corner of the shelf, meeting my eyes. The girl, looking the same age as me, 20, chuckled, shaking her head. “A book nerd like her? Really Louis, that all you can do?” She laughed, coming closer. Louis stood in front of me, taking my free hand into his. “Excuse me?” He asked, I could hear the frown in his voice. “I mean. I hear she was a fan of your band, used to run a blog on tumblr, didn’t have a social life. So why’d you pick someone like her?” She whispered, dauntingly. “I picked her because if you were to take the time to know her, you’d figure out she’s a very lively person.” He answered, calmly. Honestly I felt silly, standing behind my boyfriend, hiding from a girl. “Louis, If I may?” I got out, loud enough for him to hear. He sighed, and stepped away from his spot in front of me. “Wow she’s even more hideous in person.” She stated. I breathed deeply and said. “I may be a book nerd, and yes I did run a blog dedicated to One Direction, and yeah my glasses add to my dorky appearance, but you know what? At least I’m not a snarky, immature, loose person like you.So fuck off, and let me enjoy my day.” She rolled her eyes at me, and sauntered off, leaving the book store. I heard Louis laugh behind me, repeating the word “Snarky”. “Babe is that a word? Snarky?” He chuckled. I laughed and nodded my head. “Yes, It is.” I smiled, and he kissed my forehead. “Anytime you need to stand up for yourself, by all means, don’t hold back. I must say you look quite dominant when you do it.” He winked, making my cheeks burn a dark red. “Okay." 

Harry: "Don’t you fucking dare bring Harry into this!” I exclaimed, standing tall, not willing to let a fan, older than me, win. “Oh what, dont want me to bring up your man whore?” She teased, making my blood boil. Her? A fan? I cant believe it. “Fuck. You.” I spat, my voice cold, not compared to how I felt. “What was that?” She asked me, coyly. “I said. Fuck. You. You know what? Harry isn’t what you think he is. Or what the paps, or the fucking media say he is. Harry is the sweetest thing you’ll ever get to know. Stop bashing on him and stay focused. This is between you and me, not him.” I said, through gritted teeth. I gave a quick glance to Harry, who’s eyes showed me he was proud of me, but his body showed me he was hurt by what she said. “Fine, then let me tell you, you’re a fucking scumbag. Hun, You need to go look in the mirror and consider a face lift.” She giggled, as I thought “Wow thats all she’s really got?”  I sighed, and retorted. “Sweetie, c'mon, you’re older than me.. What are you? 20? 21? Surely you’ve got something better than just my appearance. Anything solid?” I mocked, as she let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re a stupid fucking whore. Just like that damn Harry is. Always trying to find whose pants you can get into. Damn you all. Pieces of shit!” She exclaimed,shoving me backwards. “Hey! What did I say about bringing him into this?” I said, giving her a small shove, not wanting this to escalate much further. “What? Can’t he defend himself?” She laughed, looking towards him . “Huh, Styles? Can’t speak up?” She taunted him. “That’s fucking it.” I let out, frustrated, and angry. But I didn’t lay a finger on her. She’s to low for that. That’s what she wants. So instead, I walked towards Harry, took him by the hand, and walked away. Once outside, away from her comments, I took my hands, and placed them on his cheeks, and used my thumbs to wipe away the stray tears. “She’s wrong..” He said weakly. That’s always been the only thing that could hurt him.. Was being Mistaken like this. “I know baby.. I know she is.” I mumbled, Placing a long chaste kiss on his lips. “She doesn’t know you like I do.” I smiled softly, as he sniffled, smiling as well.