pocket-bitches

Y'all going to stop acting like Nicki Minaj doesn’t want to collaborate with other female rappers, she reached out to Remy Ma after Remy got out of jail for a collaboration for the PinkPrint in 2014, to which Remy declined because Foxy Brown, who is really good friends with Nicki was going to be on it. If y'all knew your Hip Hop history you would already know that Remy Ma and Foxy had beef in the past. Her Lost. *shrug*

Remy out here spreading lies on Nicki and I’m not having that shit. I got the receipts that contradicts her false claims. Now she talking about Nicki taking money out her pockets, but bitch she was gonna let you earn a nice coin on that record you declined on. I don’t like when people get lied on when the truth is on the internet.

4

With the snow falling down around you, wet and sticky, you pulled your half-drenched coat around your shoulders and listened as your feet slapped against puddled pavement… It wasn’t that you didn’t like the snow - winter wonderland and all that jazz but this was damn near akin to rain and it had a way of sinking bone deep every time the partially melted flakes touched against your skin.

“You look kind of miserable…” Ray chuckled after he pulled his hood up; his eyes cutting toward the dirty slush coating the streets as a car zipped through and splashed it onto the sidewalk.

“How could you tell?” You joked, shoving your wet gloves into your coat pockets.

“Well, your resting bitch face looks pretty… resting.” He replied with that spacey grin of his, which managed to make you snort though a small laugh. “Want me to put a smile on your face.”

 At that you let out puff and glanced upward to see the city lights catching and reflecting through the falling flakes before saying, “Unless you and your suit can stop this gross weather, I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“I’ll take that bet.” And in one quick move, Ray wrapped a light grip around your forearm, his touch warming even through your wet clothes, causing a shiver to vibrate up your spine as he dropped on his knee. It took you about ten seconds after he’d fished a small, tell-tale box out of his pocket to really put it together; your gloved hands instinctively shooting toward his face to run a cold, wet touch along his jaw. “Will you marry me?”

With your head now bobbing frantically, you felt your lips pull into a bright grin and without thinking, you bent forward to kiss him senseless.

(X) (X) (~♫♪~)

*Imagine Ray Proposing to You*

@rutherfxckerreally cute christmassy way (if that makes sense) to the reader? And also - I check this blog a lot (especially for Harry 😍) and it always cheers me up, so thank you for doing what you do!!! 

Oath | Ch.23.1 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 3,044

A/N: After a long long time, here it is~ I am sorry for the long wait, and thank you so much for your patience and understanding!!  I decided to cut this chapter into two parts so that I won’t keep you waiting even more (because it would have taken me a few more days to write everything). So here is part one of chapter 23. Hope you will enjoy it~ ^^ 

2 DAYS BEFORE THE INCIDENT

“What do you mean you lost them?! Are you fucking stupid?! You incompetent shits are good for nothing!”

“We are sorry, boss! He saw us coming.”

“Of course he did, you idiot! He’s been a member of the group ever since he was child, he knows how we do things. Don’t ever underestimate him, and cut it with the excuses, they make me sick!”

“What should we do now?”

“What should you do? You should go shoot yourself, you idiot! Bring them here!”

“Yes, sir!”

The sound of the phone hitting the hard wood of the desk covered Namjoon’s low growls. What he hated the most was people failing to do their job, and lately that was happening too often.

“These bastards…”

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I wasn't done yet. 😂😂😂😂

They like cats that got 9 lives they just won’t quit. They think this a game of checkers and not chess. But they will soon see what game they’re really playing once the other side start moving their pieces.

I believe that Mark got this he’s saying little to nothing for a reason. Never let your opponent know your next move or any of your moves period.

It’s already known that Jacob & his client are working with tmz. They like to play dirty so teaming up with CB’s #1 enemy was the way to go for them. Jacob retweeting/liking Chris’s tweets commenting in post about him on ig he just making things worst on their side without even thinking.

You see Chris was trying to be nice wishing her the best & staying quiet. If Chris hit them with a lawsuit team scammer gonna be begging them to drop the lawsuit offering 2 cheeseburgers like the crackhead on Menace II Society.

I just feel it’s so disrespectful, so disgusting, a slap in the face to the real women who has gone through domestic violence & real heartbreak. For you to make up a bs story about being physically abused and you really weren’t.

She don’t fit into the category of women who’ve been in a bad relationships. She fit into the category of thots chasing after a dollar and fame as Wendy Williams called her.

She got into a relationship with Chris with her mind already set on wanting fame & money. Once she fully got what she wanted she was on the first thing smoking out of there. She never left him because of his daughter. Royalty was just an excuse she used to leave.

Now that she knows that she needs to be more than Chris Brown’s ex girlfriend she’s pulling these stunts & getting her name attached to Chris and Rih’s to stay relevant.

We all know people don’t really like kae they only liked her for that short period of time when she left the big bad abusive douche bag CB as they call him. Then after that they went back to their regular scheduled program. They don’t like her enough to buy up all her makeup line. They don’t like her enough to support her straight to BET movies. Her movies don’t go to DVD cause they not wasting no dvd disc & case for a trash movie.

She knows people like her come a dime a dozen in LA  she’s nothing special. She knows she’s very replaceable. People like her have to pull stunts to say where they’re at cause once they take a break it’s over for them. 

You see people like Chris, Bey, Rihanna and others they have actual talent to keep them afloat in the industry. They don’t need floaties or life jackets to keep them from drowning. Their talent keeps them up.

I feel it’s unfair to people who have actual talent who are out here hustling from the ground up to get in the industry and people like her just get it by default. No talent, no audition, no degree, no nothing. Just a ex of a famous entertainer.

I seen some clips of her acting that someone posted and it was terrible the worst I’ve seen.

Now froward to King CB birthday. They decided to serve him those papers that they probably wrote up with crayons the roseart brand cause I know they can’t afford Crayola. They tried but failed to serve him those shit papers that probably ain’t even good enough to wipe our asses with.

So since that plan failed now she decides to bring the queen Rihanna into her shenanigans. She’s trying to imply that Rih is weak for not going up against Chris. 
The way I see it is Rih’s music career poppin, her clothing line poppin, & she’s doing some more acting & that’s poppin. So if that’s what you call weak then sign me up cause I wanna be weak to.

You see this Asian rat, stuff jaw, boy body, frog toes, Penguin Feet, wanna sit with us but she can’t, fame/money hungry, thot pocket ass bitch wanna squeeze herself in the spot with the real women who’s been through some real things but she can’t. That spot has been filled. “We’re sorry but we are no longer taking anymore applicants not now not ever again” at least not for her.

She wanna fit in with the A listers but she don’t have any of the qualifications to even step on the sidewalk of the building of A listers.

She couldn’t just leave the relationship with what she got out of it she had to leave doing a promo tour called “life of a celebrity ex”. Now that the well has run dry she has this new stunt going on. She has more stunts then a stunt man.

I hope Rih decides to put a lawsuit, gag & restraining order on her scamming, lying, no booty having ass & on her fat Porky Pig ass manager.

When you play dirty not fair trying to scheme and scam your way to fame you don’t win. Their time is up they better find someone else’s life to play with because playing with Chris’s life is over. They’re on their 9th life. I hope they dug their graves deep enough & wide enough for fat ass & her to fall into.

Now that I’m done I wanna send prays and well wishes to Christopher Maurice Brown. Everything will be alright. The most high heavenly father, your family, friends, & fans got your back. Keep your head up champ we all love you. I see greater days to come for you. 🙏🏾🙏🏾❤❤😘😘

Domestic Snowbaz
  • Simon, on the couch in his Pjs eating a scone: Baz can you vacuum the floor?
  • Baz: I just did yesterday!
  • Simon: I got crumbs on it
  • Baz: but you already at a scone this morning...
  • Simon: and? You already drank three rats as of yesterday and what do I see hanging out of your pocket? Yeah. Fucking clean bitch.
Facts

When you go see one of these bitches.
The only things you should have IN YOUR POCKETS:
CONDOMS
CAR KEYS
MONEY (ONLY THE AMOUNT YOU GOING TO GIVE)
PHONE

WEAR CLOTHES THAT YOU CAN PUT ON QUICK.
If need be you need to get the fuck outta there quick

This stuff will lower you chance of being robbed. Cause if you go into the bathroom and she run yo pockets. Bitches get nothing.

Also put your clothing where you can keep an eye on it, this is more important if you get a 2 girl special.

concert tips for girls

go to goodwill or savers

find the mom jeans section

try on some in a color you like

feel those huge pockets? 

90′s bitches had it good

buy those rockin ass mom jeans

go home and cut that shit up into appropriate shorts length

cuff the edges and sew them so they stay up

congratulations you now how kickass high waisted shorts with huge pockets

put all of your shit in those pockets for the concert you will attend

i once carried my ticket, three sharpies, my money, ID, and keys at a show

all in my POCKETS

Look at this COMFY ASS bitch. She’s strolling around the airport looking hella FRESH-FACED like she just got out of a 8-hour long massage at LA’s premier spa for Hollywood’s effortlessly beautiful up-and-coming actresses BUT NO she’s at the FUCKING AIRPORT. And instead of showing up in stained XXXL sweats and a beanie because WE ALL DO THAT, she decides she’s going to show up in some trendy ass 50% normcore 50% comfycore outfit and she’s NOT EVEN WEARING JEANS SHES WEARING SOME PERFECTLY CUFFED STRAIGHT LEGGED PANTS PROBABLY WITH WELT BACK POCKETS CAUSE THIS BITCH IS CLASSY AF. NO SKINNY JEANS HERE BECAUSE SHES ROCKING THAT NEXT LEVEL COMFYCORE.

AND WHAT OUTFIT WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT DOPE ASS LEATHER CPs. LOOK AT THEM. THOSE ARE SOME WELL CONSTRUCTED BEAUTIFUL SHOES. A STREETWEAR MINIMALIST’S DREAM. A NORMCORE FUNDAMENTALIST’S RIGHT HAND SHOE.

LOOK SHE EVEN WEARS THEM OUTSIDE BECAUSE FUCK THE DIRT AND GRIME THAT JUST GIVES THEM CHARACTER. EVEN THE FUCKING DOG IS NERVOUS THAT ADC IS FLEXING MAD HARD IN ITS PRESENCE IT CAN BARELY KEEP UP. GOOD LUCK DOG NEXT TO THOSE PERFECTLY CUFFED ANKLE PANTS YOU BETTER STEP THE FUCK UP.

Sasha & Justin

“I think it’s funny how you bring this hoe with you on vacation and post a bunch of pictures of her on social media, bitch, that ain’t cute. YOU DON’T FUCK RESPECT ME JUSTIN. THE FUCK YOU MEAN SHE IS JUST YO MUTHA FUCKING FRIEND” I clap my hands.

“CALM DOWN, IT WAS A HARMLESS KISS”

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I went out to dinner tonight, so here’s a 1.2k established relationship Dean/Cas awkward date fluff ficlet. No spoilers. on AO3


Dean takes Cas out for dinner at the swankiest place in Lebanon.

It’s Sam’s fault. Bitch made the reservation and shoved a scrap of paper in Dean’s hand with the date and time, muttered, “No arguing.” Dean spits curses as he irons his suit, shines his shoes, selects the least offensive tie, picks a damn wildflower that he tucks into Cas’s lapel before they get in the car. 

The restaurant is nice. It’s got white tablecloths and servers that speak in hushed tones and individual corded lamps at each table and frigging ice buckets. Cas is sipping a glass of white wine and trying to look excited about it, bottle chilling at his elbow. 

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nicki minaj: 

CAUSE THEM BOYS OUT N THEM TOYS OUT!

STILL BANGIN THAT NOISE OUT!

YOU CA GET IT IN THE WINTER TIME OR THAT MAYWEATHER LIKE FLOYDS OUT !

ALLATHESE BITCHES IN POCKET (UH!) IM BOUTA MAKE A DEPOSIT(UH!)

TELLEM TO GO HEAD AND GOSSIP AS LONG AS YA HOUSE THE SIZE OF MY CLOSET !!!!!! …….(uh!)

me:

My poor dash

is in the middle of warring metas on TAB…

*clears throat; mic squeals, spot-light focuses*…

In one corner we’ve got Johnlock…IT’S ALL GAY, BITCHES!

In another is Sherlolly…DID YOU HEAR HOW HE SAID “HOOPER”? SHE’S THE ONE THAT COUNTS, BITCHES!

In yet another corner we’ve got Adlock…HE’S KEEPS A PICTURE OF IRENE IN HIS POCKET-WATCH, BITCHES!

In the final corner we’ve got Sheriarty…THEY WANT TO F*CK EACH OTHER’S BRAINS! GUNS=DICKS, BITCHES!

And then we’ve got Mystrade over at the concession stand….SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE! THEY STOOD NEXT TO EACH OTHER, BITCHES !!!!!!!!!!!! As they all hug one another, sobbing snottily in glee.

Ahhh fandom shipping. It’s a beautiful, f*kt up thing.

Best Kind Of Liar

Dean imagine requested by kayleemiller492! This imagine has been edited for reposting. The first installment of a four-part series, all other installments will be listed on the “The Story Continues…” page once reposted. Minions on mobile can search the ‘best kind of liar’ tag as well as my URL tag to find all installments. Hope you like it!

You hit the concrete foundation of the house, forehead smacking into the hardened surface before your hands could slow your body’s momentum, coughing crimson droplets of blood onto the floor, your head ringing like someone assigned a bible thumper to ring the cathedral bells in your mind (and Lord, they were not disappointing). Every inch of your body ached from the massive beat-down this bitch was dealing out to both you and your boyfriend Dean, swatting away your advances as if your attacks were as trifle as a fruit fly’s descent onto her dinner. You two were some of the best hunters, and she was wailing on you like she was doing no more than lifting her pinky finger while your muscles strained, your skin bruising and swollen. You struggled to your feet, pushing off from the ground with scratched and bloody palms, raw skin holding tight to the dust that covered the floor from the many places the plaster had been broken with your bodies, shallow wounds stinging. As you regained your balance, swiping the backside of your hand across your bleeding lip, a body knocked you back on your ass, the wind rushing from your lungs as the weight of your boyfriend crushed your lungs into organ pancakes.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean shouted from above you, his voice weary, aching, a soundtrack to match your every movement. You groaned under his weight, pushing him from you, air flooding your no longer constricted lungs as he stumbled to his feet.

“She threw you at me. She threw you.” You moan as Dean extended his hand, yanking you to your feet. You tried to brush your hair away from your face, attempting to clear your vision, but the strands obstructing your open view had matted around the wound on your temple, a token from when little miss avenging spirit smashed your face into, or through, the drywall.

Dean was driving punches into the spirit’s core, mostly receiving similar attacks from the ghost, every successful hook of his matched instantly by four of the spirit’s, her form apparating about him, coming in from all angles, dissipating before he could land a solid mark. You tried to join him in his mauling, but the spirit held you in place from across the room, fingers held in your direction as if she were a crossing guard warning children not to cross a dangerous road. The phantom’s cracked lips separated over broken teeth, a sinister smile playing across her ashen face.

“I specialize in the deceitful. The world has a surplus, I take it upon myself to get rid of the excess. Dean here hasn’t been completely honest with you, Y/n.” The spirit kicked him in the stomach, his body curling around her foot, a grunt piercing the air as he fell to his knees, winded. You screamed every profanity you could think of at her, your vulgarity falling on deaf ears. No one laid a finger on someone who meant the world to you without getting the chance to hold their own intestines. You struggled against her iron hold, your thrashing in vain. She flicked her wrist and sent you both to the walls, your bodies hanging limply in the air opposite each other. You could see Dean squirming about, mirroring you in your movements, your every intention to break free. She was a whole new level of awful, rendering both hunters practically immobile, your feet dangling inches from the floor. “Don’t you want to tell her where you’ve been before you die? It’s best to get it off the chest.” The spirit licked her lips, glassy eyes alight with hunger.

Dean turned his face away, veins in his neck protruding in his efforts to cut loose of the intangible grasp. With another gesture from the spirit, he was facing you, his eyes desperate.

“Y/n, I love you. You know I love you, so don’t list-” before he could utter another word, he was cut off by his own muffled screams, his jaw clenching against the agonizing shouts. You thrashed and swore, blood dripping from your lips, but the spirit only laughed at your fury.

“He wasn’t hunting last weekend. He was lying to you. He was getting a-” the spirit gasped, erupting in flames, cinders scorching the concrete as her form faded to ash. Sam must’ve found the remains and put a torch to the bones. You fell to the ground in the same second Dean did, both of you panting, your exertion thieving your ability to move, or at least without great effort.

Dean limped to you, spitting blood in a stream as he hobbled, holding a stitch in his side. He touched your cheek, turning your face in the light, checking you over with as much scrutinizing attention as a medical professional.

“Are you alright? Can you walk?” He asked, looking into your eyes, his own emerald irises molten with his concern. “Jesus, your head. Do you feel dizzy?” He hissed, probing along your skull with gentle fingers. You turned away from him, his hand falling to his side, a tear running down your cheek, cleansing a streak on your skin of grime and gore.

“Where were you last weekend?” You whispered, facing the wall your head had busted. Dean went quiet, your pulse pounding a rhythm to your uncertainty. He sighed. You turned your face to make eye contact with him, repeating the question without breaking his gaze. He blinked, staring at the ceiling in frustration, clicking his tongue before bringing his eyes back to yours.

“She’s right, I lied,” he exhaled, shaking his head. “I wasn’t hunting, but I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was getting… well…” he reached into the pocket of his denim legwear with a smile, fingers fishing around for a second before his form went rigid, his face draining of all colour. He checked his other pocket. “Son of a bitch…” he breathed, limping away from you, his eyes scanning the floor.

“Dean? What are you…” you trailed off as he squatted to pick something minuscule from the rubble the hunt had created, pinching whatever it was between his thumb and forefinger. He returned to you, and when he was an inch away, he held the object between your faces, grinning as you gasped in shock.

“I was getting this ring,” he said, a teasing smirk on his face, the diamond glittering in the harsh basement lighting. “She damn near ruined the surprise, too.” He slowly worked himself to a kneeling position, joints popping and face scrunching up in pain as he lowered himself. You giggled at his determination to remain traditional despite his injuries. “Y/n, will you marry me?” He asked, voice hopeful, the fire behind his eyes burning low with passion. You nodded, words escaping you, caught in your throat as they were, sobs and laughter mingling. He slid the small diamond onto your left hand, smiling to see the band resting comfortably before your knuckle, leaning on your body for support as he stumbled to his feet, crushing his lips to yours in victory, his kiss tasting of blood and iron and sweat and… Dean.

James (N)

Here’s Niall’s, I hope you like it! <3 :) 

I know you’re out there we’re meant to be

Niall stared out the windshield while he drove and Liam sat in the passenger side. Liam giggled at his phone as he spoke to his soul mate. “I miss you too,” he whispered and he smiled like an idiot. Niall was incredibly happy for him. For Louis and Zayn too…it’s just…he wanted his own. Wanted his angel. His princess. He knew you were out there. He imagined hundreds of melodies that could possibly go with his harmony He was excited he wanted to know how close he was–but mostly he wanted to start his life with you. “Bye sweetness,” Liam said to the phone. 

Which was responded with a shy giggle and then, “Bye baby.” Liam was a love sick puppy. He was smiling like an idiot five minutes after she hung up. 

“Is she going to move here?” He asked Liam.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I got her a job–better than the diner. She’s thrilled. She’s always wanted to live in London,” he grinned. “I was going to meet her anyway,” he sighed happily. Niall loved Liam, but he kind of wanted to kill him. Where was she? Niall hadn’t dated ever. He wanted her now. He wanted to cuddle and to kiss her. Niall continued driving to the charity football game Louis, the wonderful non-profit organizer he was, was hosting and playing in. 

Where he would sit with his friends…and Zayn’s soul mate, and Louis’s soul mate. And listen to Liam drone on about his soul mate. 

Niall absolutely loved everyone in that group…but he wanted his own soul mate. Zayn’s was an angel. She did her very best not to be showy about her love for Zayn in front of Niall. She knew how much it hurt to not know when and if you’re other half will appear. And of course he’d known Louis’ soul mate as long as he did. In fact, he somehow knew they’d be together–they were designed for one another. “She’ll show up, Niall,” Liam whispered softly “When you least expect it,” he promised. 

Niall nodded. He’d heard it. He just wanted to meet her now, though. Niall and Liam walked into the stadium heading toward the seats they were supposed to be in. He saw Louis and his girlfriend smiling at each other and Louis kissed her forehead and then pecked her cheek before running off to the field. Niall sat beside Liam. He cheered for Louis and drank pints while talking with his friends and the girls. 

He was happy–there was no question. But oh goodness, did he want to share his happiness and meet the beautiful girl he was meant to be with. At the end of the game, Louis’ team had won and had taken the microphone from the announcer and he smiled brightly. “Thank you everyone, for coming out and supporting this wonderful cause,” he waited as everyone cheered. “We raised a ton of money and I can’t tell you how appreciative I am of that,” he said proudly. “But really we need to thank this lovely lady here,” he said and pulled you out from the sidelines and Louis crowned you with a bouquet of flowers and then kissed your cheek. “She’s been so helpful and deserves all the thanks in the world.” You blushed madly as people cheered and Louis made you bow and you giggled as you hugged him again and then headed off the makeshift-center stage. 

Everyone was cheering and standing. Except Niall. He felt like he was going to pass out. Liam turned to look at his friend as Niall’s breath came too quickly. “Ni, what’s wrong?” He asked and sat beside him. 

“She’s beautiful,” he whispered to Liam. Liam’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He told Niall when he least expected it, but he didn’t mean today or in the middle of a football game. “I can’t breathe,” Niall gasped. His chest ached, he was terrified he’d lose sight of you. God, if you weren’t his soul mate, he’d break his rule of dating for you. 

“Where’s your inhaler?” Liam asked. Niall patted his pockets. 

“Son of a bitch,” he hissed as his breathing increased erratically. “It’s in the car,” he gasped for breath. 

“Alright, just stay calm,” Liam said and rubbed Niall’s back as he held his head between his knees. You literally stole his breath. “It’ll pass, take a minute,” he promised. Niall remained as calm as possible. 

“What’s the matter with him?” Louis asked. 

“Asthma,” Liam said. “He forgot his inhaler.” 

“Oh, I have one,” a melodic voice said gently. 

“Of course she does,” Liam murmured under his breath so only Niall could hear. Niall listened to the clink of metals hitting, he assumed it was his princess’ purse. You knelt down to Niall’s height and lightly placed your hand on his back. 

“Here,” you offered. Niall sat up slowly. His head was starting to ache. It wasn’t a dire attack or anything, but it was extremely uncomfortable. His eyes locked onto yours and you blushed a bit from the intensity of his gaze. You handed him the inhaler and stood up. “I’ll get you some water,” you said and then scampered up the steps to get Niall some water. He took a puff of the inhaler. He thought a bit about how often your lips touched the inhaler. He realized how dorky it was. You returned quickly with a cup of water and handed it to Niall. You introduced yourself to everyone Louis pointed to and Niall was just absolutely in love with your name. 

Did you feel something too? It felt like the air between the two of you was completely electrified to him. How did you not feel it? He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t breathe. “And you met Niall,” Louis said to you. You smiled gently at Niall. 

“Are you alright?” You asked politely. He nodded and held his hand out to you. He pressed his lips to our knuckles. 

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “Thanks for helping Louis,” he chuckled. “He can be a handful,” he smiled knowingly. You rolled your eyes. “And this is yours,” he said handing you your inhaler. “Thank you,” he said sweetly. “And really, sorry about Louis.” 

“He is, but it was fine,” you shrugged with a smirk. “It’s a good cause, and Louis’ fun, he keeps me on my toes,” you laughed. Oh God, that was a pretty sound. Louis was currently talking with his girlfriend and she was talking and he couldn’t tear his eyes from her. He was so in love with her. It was so sweet. “It’s really nice,” you murmured. 

“Hmm?” Niall asked. You bit your lip and looked at your hands in your lap. 

“Having someone that’s just…that can’t look away,” you mumbled and blushed brightly. Niall hoped you realized he couldn’t look way from you. You looked at Niall to find his icy blue eyes staring at you. Like he was trying to see through your skull and into your brain–like he could actually read it. He was searching for your melody and he hoped that it would just ring in his ears. You had to be his. 

“Wanna come play down on the field with us and play around?” Louis asked you and Niall. 

“Sure,” you said and rolled your sleeves up a bit. There was an ‘N’ tattooed, it was swirly and beautiful. Niall’s stomach rolled. You weren’t his. But you were so close. 

“That’s cute,” Liam said. “What’s that for?” He asked gesturing to your wrist. You blushed and looked at your feet shyly. Niall couldn’t believe how cute you were. You were so gentle and lovely. 

“Oh…uh…I got my palm read…My soul mate’s name supposedly starts with an ‘N’” you explained. “It wouldn’t leave my head, so I thought I’d get a tattoo.”

“What if it’s wrong?” Liam wondered.

You smiled. “What if it’s not?” Niall’s heart was still freaking out. At least he could breathe…kind of. But it was for a better, different reason. Niall kept his eyes on you as you all headed down to the field and Louis kicked the ball around and the other boys followed suit. Niall hung back a bit so he could be close to you. You set your bag and flowers on the side bench and stood on the field with everyone else playing pass. Niall chatted with you as much as he could trying to probe you for any hints that you could be his. “So…you haven’t met your soul mate?” You asked Niall. It wasn’t an uncommon question really. Everyone asked it at some point. It was interesting to know if you knew someone His heart fluttered. 

“Uh…no, not yet,” he said shyly. “I wish though,” he smiled softly. 

“I don’t,” you mumbled. Niall’s heart stopped. 

“Why not?” He asked. 

“Uh,” you sighed shyly. “I don’t know…just…I don’t really know anyone that would want me…you know? I don’t know the type of person that would like me. I’m a bit eccentric and I don’t…I don’t know. I don’t make a big deal out of myself. And it comes across as not confident–and who wants someone that’s not confident?” you explained. He opened his mouth to speak but a ball sailed across the way and slammed into the side of your head. You stumbled and Niall caught you. Tears sprung to your eyes upon contact. But you weren’t in pain. Niall wanted to kill Louis for kicking the ball at you but he knew it was an accident. 

“I’m so sorry, babe,” he said quickly. You tried not to cry, but you were embarrassed. And you tended to cry when embarrassed. Niall couldn’t believe how good it felt to hold you in his arms. He sighed softly holding you. He knew it was you. It had to be. But you were scared Niall wouldn’t love you. Which was insane to think–he was pretty sure he already did love you. Your nose started to bleed. 

“Of course,” you grumbled and sniffed once softly trying to hide your embarrassed tears.

“C’mere,” Niall said gently tugging you to the bathroom. He didn’t care it was the ladies’ room. You tried to cover your face, but it just made everything look worse, blood pooled in your hands cupped around your face and then seeped between your fingers. You were a disaster.

But Niall held you over the sink for minute while he grabbed some paper towels and pressed them to your nose. “Is it broken?” He asked.

“No,” you sighed. “I get them easily, don’t worry.”

Easier said than done. He sat there humming but he honestly didn’t know he was humming while he tended to your nose. You stared at him, your lips parted. He tilted his head at you. “What’s wrong?” He asked seeing the confusion in your eyes.

“Y-you…knew?” You asked.

He stared at you curiously. “Know what, love?”

You looked down at your wrist at the tattoo that wouldn’t go away in your dream. Quietly you hummed. Niall all but moaned. It came out as a strangled gasp. It sounded so good. He wiped your face clean of blood in a hurry and both of you washed your hands in the two separate sinks. Then when you were clean Niall cupped your face and stared into your eyes.

“I was complaining to Liam that I hadn’t met you yet on the way over,” he whispered. His breath smelled like mint with just a tint of alcohol, but it was a beautiful combination. “I…I thought you just,” he sighed. “I’ve wanted to meet you for years.”

You blushed. “I didn’t think if I had a soul mate he’d be as attractive, kind, or sweet as you,” you mumbled.

He smiled softly at you and hummed quietly again and you matched his harmony. He kissed your forehead. “I’ve been waiting for forever for you…and I of course want to be with you. I’ll help you be confident…you’re…you’re so beautiful, princess, it will be so easy,” he promised. “Ugh, I’ve wanted you here for so long,” he whispered and pulled you close to him in a warm, snug hug.

You blushed and sighed softly into his shirt. “Oh wow,” you mumbled contentedly. “Princess,” you sighed. “I’ve never been a princess,” you sad quietly.

“You’re my princess. Always. And I’ll always treat you that way. You’re a beautiful, lovely, kind, angelic princess,” he whispered to you. You smiled up at him.

“Guess that would make you my prince,” you said cheekily.

He chuckled. “Yeah,” he smiled. “It would,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Guess it just means that we’re meant to be,” he said softly.

“It would,” you giggled and he smiled softly as he pressed another kiss to your forehead. You were out there just waiting to meet Niall.

But now you were here. And you were all his and he was all yours.

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—  Funny Mean Girl

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We Still Have Time: Part 2

Submitted by: stydiaasfuck
Description: Life was already complicated enough for Stiles and Lydia but things were going to take a turn for the worst when their biggest problem isn’t being with the wrong people.
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Thriller
Part 1 [x]

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