“Couldn’t make it in time,” Aegis grunted, “Told her to stay put.”
Oh hey, we’re addressing her absence!
“She’s going to hate that. Doesn’t she have this huge hate-on for Grue?” Clockblocker asked.
“Part of the reason,” Aegis grunted out the words, “I told her to stay. Don’t need that. I’m going to shower. Patch myself up. You guys debrief.”
Aegis is getting terser and terser. Go patch yourself up, pal. Try not to flood your insides in the shower!
“Sure thing, Chief,” Clockblocker saluted. “Take care of yourself.”
“Fucking mutant dogs,” Aegis muttered, as he made his way to the bathroom. He was stripped out of the top half of his tattered costume before he was through the door.
All in all, Clockblocker does seem to be doing relatively okay… for now at least. Definitely getting those nightmares though.
“Vista? Can you go grab the whiteboard? Grab two?” Gallant turned to their junior member. Vista almost skipped in her rush to follow the order.
“What’s going to happen to Kid?” Browbeat spoke up for the first time, “I don’t know how all this goes. Is it serious?”
Wha– Oh, right, I forgot Browbeat had actually joined the Wards. Hi!
Gallant considered for a moment, “Could be, but my gut tells me Piggy just wants to scare him. He needs to stop testing the limits with the people in charge, or he’s going to get in real trouble at some point.”
Chaotic good… pretty much what you’d expect from a coolkid hero, come to think of it. It’s fitting.
you know that scene in the kings men where wymack tells neil he wants him to be vice cap and neil has a panic attack and calls andrew to come get him? could you please write it in andrews point of view i need it to live !
this has been in my inbox for like a week because I’ve been trying to find it in me to read this and actually try to do justice to Nora’s writing………… i’m sorry nora
this is not what you wanted i am almost certain. andrew’s mind is pretty impossible.
It was silent until Andrew’s phone rang. When he saw Neil’s
name, he briefly wondered whether or not Neil had ever called him before – or if
he’d even seen Neil using his phone.
He kept his eyes on the road for almost a minute. It seemed
reasonable that Neil just didn’t know how his phone worked. He considered
hanging up, because butt dials were well above his pay grade, but he thought he
could try patience today. “Neil.”
That produced movement, at least. He could see in his mind
an image of Neil looking at his phone as though it’s an alien creature, and he
briefly wished that it wasn’t an endearing image. Silence fell again, before
Neil finally spoke. Well, the first attempt almost didn’t count. “Come and get
me from the stadium.”
Andrew hung up and dropped his phone, and considered the
possibility that he was worried. Not
quite, he concluded, as he made an illegal U-turn and ignored Kevin’s
questions, protests, and even foolish attempts to get Andrew’s attention with
physical contact. For that, Andrew forced Kevin into the backseat, where Kevin
at least learned that all he should do in this situation is pout.
It took Andrew fifteen minutes, in a terser silence, to
return to the stadium. He pulled up before Neil, a pathetic figure who appeared
almost stuck to the kerb, head dragged down. Andrew stepped out in front of
Neil, and waited. Neil appeared to be fond of waiting together. It was better
than his usual attempts to follow foolish quests.
Neil looked up at Andrew, and it almost seemed that Andrew
could watch Neil come back to himself. After a few long seconds, Neil managed
to successfully say, “I don’t want to be here today.”
If Andrew were a different person, he would have made a
comment on how obvious that was. Why else would he call the man who drives him
everywhere? “We were almost to the interstate,” he responded instead, and
turned immediately back to his car. Neil would either follow or he wouldn’t.
That was not up to Andrew.
As he waited for Neil to enter the passenger seat, which he
did with an impressive haste given how hard talking appeared to be for him,
Andrew decided that it was probably best he kept an eye on Neil. Neil couldn’t
look after himself.
Andrew wanted to be at the car dealership already, so he
started the car before Neil could shut his door. It didn’t seem to snap Neil
Well. Andrew had done his part by picking Neil up. He would
be a fool to expect more from Andrew.
Saya lagi duduk bersama dokter S, seorang dokter di tempat saya bekerja. Kemudian dokter S berbincang dengan bidan Y. Topik pembicaraannya tentang sebuah rumah, sepertinya rumah baru bidan Y. Dokter S kemudian tertarik untuk melihat tampilan rumah baru bidan Y itu. Bidan Y lalu memberi handphonenya kepada dokter S dan menunjukkan foto-foto interior rumah yang dimaksud, mulai dari kamar tidur, dapur, ruang tengah, dan ruangan lainnya. Kebetulan karena saya duduk di samping dokter S, jadi saya terpaksa (?) ikut melihat foto-foto di hp bidan Y itu. Lama-kelamaan, setelah digeser-geser, foto interior rumah tersebut berubah menjadi foto selfie bidan Y di rumahnya, lalu foto selfie lainnya di berbagai tempat. Foto interior rumahnya sendiri jumlahnya cuma sedikit (ga lebih dari 10) dan sekarang yang ada tinggal foto selfie bidan Y dengan jumlah puluhan. Dokter S terus-terusan melihat foto selfie bidan Y tersebut tanpa ada perlawanan yang berarti dari bidan Y, seolah merestui foto selfienya untuk dilihat-lihat. Saya yang menjadi penikmat setia sejak awal lama-kelamaan menjadi risih juga.
Lain lagi saat saya sedang jaga IGD. Saya duduk berhadapan dengan bidan G dengan dibatasi oleh sebuah meja di antara kami. Lalu bidan G ini mengangkat tabletnya ke atas dengan tiba-tiba. Dari tingkahnya, saya tau dia akan melakukan selfie. Berkali-kali dia memotret diri sendiri sebelum akhirnya menurunkan kembali tabletnya dan melihat-lihat hasilnya sambil tersenyum-senyum. Beberapa foto ada yang dihapus, sebagian tetap disimpan. Bidan G ini, melihat dari postingan jejaring sosialnya, adalah salah satu orang penggiat selfie. Budaya selfie sudah bukan lagi trend kota besar, tapi beradaptasi dengan baik sampai ke pelosok daerah seperti Dompu.
Istilah selfie sendiri muncul pertama kali di sebuah forum online Australia bernama ABC tanggal 13 September 2002. Sedangkan, penggunaan hashtag #selfie pertama kali muncul di situs berbagi foto Flikr tahun 2004. Siapa yang menyangka, penggunaan kata selfie ini saat ini telah meningkat 17 ribu persen sampai-sampai selfie dinobatkan menjadi words of the year tahun 2013 oleh Oxford Dictionary (mengalahkan twerk-nya Miley Cyrus yang fenomenal itu). Di kamus Oxford, kata selfie sudah resmi ditambahkan ke dalam kamus online mereka sejak Agustus 2013. Penggunaannya di Oxford English Dictionary versi cetak masih dipertimbangkan. Selfie, menurut kamus online Oxford, berarti a photograph that one has taken of oneself, typically taken with a smartphone or a webcam and uploaded to a social media website. Saya tersenyum membaca definisi ini. Ada hal implisit yang mendefinisikan selfie secara lugas dan jelas. Smartphone/webcam dan social media website adalah dua kata kuncinya. Merujuk pada definisi tersebut, selfie muncul sebagai sebuah produk budaya, produk perkembangan teknologi dan generasi masa kini. Selfie adalah konsekuensi akan semakin mudahnya akses terhadap kamera melalui telepon genggam dan tablet/laptop, serta semakin menjamurnya sosial media. Dan apakah makna sosial media jika bukan untuk menjual pribadi penggunanya? Selfie bukan hanya monopoli sosial media khusus berbagi foto saja seperti instagram, tetapi hampir seluruh sosial media, apapun jenisnya, memiliki fitur untuk berbagi foto, suatu hal yang merangsang seseorang untuk memotret dirinya sendiri. Kini definisi selfie pun semakin melebar. Dikenal beberapa varian selfie, di antaranya (book)shelfie (selfie terhadap barisan buku di rak), belfie (bottom selfie, you know what I mean), legsie (leg selfie), delfie (selfie terhadap anjing peliharaan), melfie (mom selfie), helfie (hair selfie), welfie (work-out selfie), dan sebagainya. Selfie juga bukan sesuatu yang mesti dilakukan seorang diri, tetapi halal juga beramai-ramai, baik dengan tangan secara manual atau pun menggunakan bantuan alat (tongsis).
Sebagai gambaran, jumlah postingan dengan hashtag #selfie di instagram pada hari ini sudah melebihi 108 juta. Instagram disebut-sebut sebagai the home of the selfie. Namun, ternyata menurut survey HTC UK, sebanyak 48% pelaku selfie di UK memposting hasil foto mereka di facebook. Mereka yang memposting di instagram sendiri hanya 8%, masih di bawah twitter dengan angka 9%. Ini menunjukkan bahwa jumlah postingan #selfie yang tersebar di ranah maya hingga hari ini pada kenyataannya sangat jauh di atas angka 108 juta. Setiap harinya saja rata-rata ada 23 ribu twit per hari dengan hashtag #selfie. Belum lagi jika kita memperhitungkan jumlah orang-orang yang melakukan selfie dan tidak mempublikasikan hasil karyanya. Sebanyak 71% foto selfie ternyata tidak dipublikasikan, dengan laki-laki cenderung untuk tidak mempublikasikan hasil foto selfie mereka. Menurut survey yang sama, sebanyak 75% generasi Millennials (mereka yang berusia 15-30 tahun) dikabarkan pernah melakukan selfie dengan 20% di antaranya melakukan selfie sebanyak 2-3 hari dalam seminggu.
Selamat datang di era selfie-obsessed generation. Dari tokoh ternama hingga rakyat jelata ramai-ramai ber-selfie ria. Tokoh terkenal yang melakukan selfie sangat beragam, mulai dari Miley Cyrus, Hillary Clinton, Barrack Obama, hingga tokoh agama Paus Francis. Mari kita ambil contoh Oknum A dari kalangan rakyat jelata. Oknum A adalah salah seorang yang sangat suka selfie. Hampir setiap hari ia selfie. Akun-akun jejaring sosialnya ramai akan postingan selfienya. Di banyak kesempatan, sebisa mungkin ia melakukan selfie. Misalnya saja Oknum A akan memfoto sesuatu, katakanlah kue. Maka persepsinya akan objek foto tersebut bukanlah kue itu sendiri, tetapi dirinya bersama kue. Jika pun tampilan kue di foto tersebut tidak terlalu jelas, itu tidak begitu penting, yang penting foto Oknum A terpampang tegas. Saya kadang khawatir jika harus kumpul bersama Oknum A karena takut untuk diajak selfie bersama. Bukan apa-apa, saya hanya tidak terbiasa. Kekhawatiran saya beralasan. Kecenderungan seseorang untuk melakukan selfie tidak terkait akan gender, baik pria dan wanita memiliki proporsi yang relatif sama untuk memiliki kegemaran selfie. Dan seseorang yang sudah familiar atau terbiasa akan konsep foto selfie, cenderung untuk melakukan hal yang sama. Artinya, saya suatu hari nanti bisa jadi tidak ada bedanya dengan bidan Y, bidan G, dan Oknum A. Mengerikan kan? Setidaknya iya menurut saya.
Saya memiliki rencana untuk jalan-jalan akhir tahun ini bersama Oknum W, Oknum N, dan Oknum D. Kemudian beberapa hari setelah tiket pesawat dibeli, muncul pesan di grup whatsapp dari Oknum W: “Tongsis udah dibeli untuk nanti jalan-jalan.” Mungkin memang benar, selfie dan tongsis adalah identitas budaya yang harus kita terima dan kita toleransi, malah jika mungkin kita nikmati, di hari-hari ini. Bukti akan adanya penerimaan dari masyarakat terhadap selfie terlihat dari jumlah likes di instagram terhadap postingan selfie yang mencapai 1 juta per hari. Pendapat mengenai orang-orang yang memiliki hobi selfie pun beragam. Kesan mereka terhadap pehobi selfie itu antara lain tipe pencari perhatian, sombong, egosentris, egois, insecure, namun ada juga yang berpendapat positif seperti pehobi selfie adalah orang yang menyenangkan, tipe extrovert, pemberani, dan memiliki kepercayaan diri yang tinggi. Bagaimana selfie-addict memandang diri mereka sendiri? Mereka pada umumnya mengatakan bahwa mereka melakukan selfie untuk mengingat masa-masa yang menyenangkan, untuk mengabadikan momen penting, memotret outfit yang menarik (outfit of the day), serta untuk menumbuhkan kepercayaan diri. Oleh karena alasan-alasan tersebut, maka tempat-tempat yang tersering menjadi lokasi mereka selfie adalah di daerah-daerah hits masa kini, seperti lokasi liburan, saat hang out bareng teman-teman, dan saat berada di suatu acara/festival, meskipun pada umumnya selfie bisa dilakukan di mana saja.
Oknum A selain penggemar selfie, juga pecinta aplikasi camera360. Awalnya saya tidak terlalu tertarik untuk mengetahui seberapa hebat sih aplikasi itu sampai-sampai digemari banyak orang untuk aplikasi foto. Namun saat beberapa kesempatan saya diminta bantuan Oknum L untuk memotret menggunakan handphone miliknya, saya baru tau betapa saktinya aplikasi tersebut. Kesaktian untuk memoles suatu gambar menjadi jauh lebih enak dilihat dari kenyataannya, sekaligus kesaktian untuk menipu mata banyak orang. Tidak heran suatu waktu Oknum F, seorang pehobi foto, menasihati saya, “Jangan sering-sering pake aplikasi pengolah foto, hasilnya menipu.” Di era di mana tipuan visual bertebaran di mana-mana, kemurnian hasil foto menjadi sesuatu yang sangat dijunjung tinggi. Oleh karenanya #nofilter adalah sesuatu yang sangat dibangga-banggakan banyak orang ketika mengupload foto mereka di jejaring sosial. Berbicara mengenai tipuan visual ini, saya pun pernah terjebak juga. Beberapa waktu yang lalu saya mengupload foto pemandangan (bukan foto selfie!) di salah satu situs jejaring sosial dan banyak yang merespons baik hasil foto tersebut. Lalu di puncak peningkatan dopamin di dalam diri saya, tiba-tiba Oknum A (berbeda dengan Oknum A yang disebutkan sebelumnya) berkomentar, “Posting foto yang nofilter doong.” Duh.
Selamat datang di era selfie dan era tipuan visual. Kenapa aplikasi pemoles foto laris-manis? Karena mengabadikan foto dengan hasil yang tanpa cela itu tidak mudah dan kita tentulah ingin tampil prima di hadapan orang lain. Apalagi jika menyangkut foto diri. Saat menjadi mahasiswa dulu, Oknum X sengaja menghilangkan kartu mahasiswanya hanya untuk bisa foto ulang karena fotonya di kartu mahasiswa yang lama terlihat jelek. Itu aja baru kartu mahasiswa yang jarang banget dilihat orang lain, apalagi foto-foto di sosial media, yang hampir setiap hari punya potensi untuk dilihat oleh orang lain, tentunya harus yang terbaik dong.
Di zaman penjajahan aplikasi sejenis camera360 ini (selain camera360, ada banyak aplikasi lainnya, seperti Photoshop Touch, Face Tune, Snapseed, dan lain-lain), beberapa hal yang diretouch dari sebuah foto selfie antara lain skin tone (39%), eye colour/brigthtness (24%), eye shape/size (13%), bentuk tubuh (11%), dan bibir (11%). Selain itu, beberapa hal lain pun ikutan beradaptasi terhadap budaya selfie. Seperti baru-baru ini keluar gadget HTC 8X & Droid DNA dengan ultra-wide angle lens yang akan memperlebar jangkauan lensa kamera, serta aplikasi CamMe dengan sensor hand gesture-nya yang akan memicu gadget untuk countdown menggunakan lambaian tangan. Semuanya sudah tersedia dan menjadikan hari-hari kita menjadi semakin ramah akan selfie.
Survey Virgin mobile di Kanada mengatakan bahwa sebagian besar penduduk Kanada baru akan memposting foto selfie setelah 1-3 kali usaha selfie. Di handphone Oknum A tersimpan ratusan foto hasil selfienya, tetapi yang dipublikasikan di sosial media hanya beberapa. Itulah kenapa sebaiknya jika ingin stalking foto orang lain di sosial media, jangan hanya stalking foto hasil upload-annya. Stalkinglah foto-foto saat dia ditag oleh teman-temannya. Atau, untuk mudahnya, jangan pernah percaya foto selfie punya siapapun di sosial media.
Jangan selfie sembarangan:
1. Apalagi selfie dengan pakaian seksi. Sebanyak 40% penggiat selfie di UK melakukan sexy-selfie dengan pakaian dalam yang kelihatan dan 36% mengatakan menyesal pernah melakukannya.
2. Jangan selfie saat emosi sedang naik (sangat bahagia) atau turun (sangat sedih) lalu memposting atau mengirimkannya ke orang lain. Sebagian orang (8%) lagi-lagi menyesal pernah melakukannya.
3. Jika kamu mau selfie, jangan tiru selfie ala Kim Kardashian dengan belfienya atau Miley Cyrus dengan lidah ular berbisanya. Tirulah selfie Barrack Obama atau Hillary Clinton. Artinya, selfielah setelah kamu menjadi sehebat mereka.
4. Kita cantik dan ganteng apa adanya. Postinglah hasil foto selfie dengan tag #nofilter dan #onetakeonly.
5. Jikapun ingin selfie sembarangan, kamu bisa memposting foto selfie kamu di snapchat, sebuah aplikasi yang akan menyimpan foto selfie kamu untuk sementara waktu dan kemudian akan dihapus untuk selama-lamanya dari server.
*flails over how to word this* All of the Dirk splinters in GPDFF eating a meal together. Or maybe just interacting together all at once? SOMETHING??
…yeah, I can’t say no to Striders. :D :D :D
So this is vaguely GPDFF verse, vaguely hypothetical future cross-dimensional cyberbunny au, and mostly just me wanting to write fluffy Strider family fic.
Should work fine as a stand-alone.
Probably We’ll All Survive
4K, gen, fluff, mild references to ptsd and post-game fall out, mostly Dave, Bro, Dirk, and AR-centric.
Swinging into the front hall, you’re greeted by an empty house. You bank-shot your keys into the jar by the door and raise your voice. “Yo, yo, yo, peeps, the Dave-meister is in the house, everybody brace yourselllllAUGH.”
You flinch back from the figure that has encroached so suddenly into your personal-me-bubble of don’t-go-there. Only years of exposure therapy to various smuppet-related shenanigans prevent you from stumbling right back out the door, flailing for your sword. Nope, all of your flail is contained efficiently into one full-body muscle clamp and near-heart attack. It’s a just really fun phenomenon which registers outwardly as an aborted twitch and squeak.
Never let it be said your bro didn’t prepare you to face life’s challenges like a pro.
“Cupcake, Chris is here!” My mom yelled from downstairs. I know Chris laughed at that kiddy ass nickname my mom always calls me. I kind of didn’t care, I just wanted to go to the doctor or something. I felt horrible. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I had a major headache. I took some medicene so I should be going to sleep at anytime now.
Hearing Chris’ heavy footsteps behind my door, I put my blanket over my head so that he wouldn’t see me. My eyes were all puffy from crying because I didn’t feel good. I bet I looked so ugly. I didn’t want him to see me.
“Ay bae, what’s wrong?” Chris asked as he shut and locked the door. I could already smell his scent. No lie, he smells soooo good all the time. Ignoring him, I felt the bed shift a little. Alright, he’s gonna get sick being all in my personal space. He probably doesn’t even care, he always says he wants to get sick so he can stay at home.
“Come on Lele..” He said, calling me by my childhood nickname that I hated. I don’t know why people thought it was so cute. It was so ugly and basic. Everyone named Alisha has that nickname.
After waiting for awhile, he started to dry hump my butt causing me to smirk. “Chrissssss..” I groaned, trying to make him get off of me. I really wasn’t in the mood to be playing.
“I knew that shit would work. What’s wrong though?” He asked, chuckling.
“For starters, your fat ass is on me and I can’t breathe,” I started off as he rolled off of me. Laying beside me, he got under the blanket. This blanket was not big enough for the both of us. Chris is too damn long.
“Second, I don’t know I just don’t feel too good. Everything hurts.” Pulling me close to his chest, he wrapped his arms around my waist while his head was in the crook of my neck.
“You think you’re pregnant again?” He asked, and I scrunched up my face. I knew I wasn’t pregnant.
“No, I’m still on the pill. That’s definitely not it.” I admitted, as I felt him nod. I been on the pill since Chris and I first started having sex. We’ve never used a condom, and I’ve never gotten pregnant so I don’t know why he would ask me that. Well I did, but..
“I was just asking cause this is like deja vu..” He said, bringing me into a deep thought. This does bring back memories. I’ve always wanted a baby. I wanted like 100 children. Nah, I’m kidding but I do want a lot of kids. Even Chris did, we love children. But we knew neither of our moms would approve so I just started using the pill.
“Don’t tell me you cut—” I quickly cut him off, because I didn’t want to talk about that. I hated when he brought that up. I’m clean.
“Chris! I been stopped, why would you say something like that?” I whispered/ yelled cause I didn’t want my mom to hear us.
“I’m sorry, aight? Look, maybe you just got a fever or something. You do need to rest though, you been doin’ a lot lately.” Nodding, I cut the tv off and it became pitch black in my room.
“We used to be like this every night.” Chris mumbled in my ear. I smiled as I started having mini flashbacks of when we were together. Most of the times we had were good.
“Whatchu thinkin’ bout lil ugly?” He chuckled, playing with one of my braids. Smacking his hand away, I turned around so that my back could be facing him.
“Go to sleep butthead.” I mumbled into the pillow, lightly elbowing him in his stomach. I didn’t do it hard cause we were gonna start play fighting and I’m too lazy for that right now.
His light snores soon filled the room, breaking me from my thoughts. Climbing on top of him, I laid down flat on him like he was the mattress. Chuckling, I saw how I looked in my full body length mirror, and I looked like a big ass baby.
A couple of minutes later, I drifted off into a deep slumber that I’ve been waiting all day for.
“Wake yo’ bitch ass up lucky charms! I like my fish wet n’ squirmy.” Chris yelled, pouring a big ass bucket of water on me. I was now soaked and so was my damn bed.
“I’m gonna beat your ass, Chris.” I warned, stripping out of my clothes in front of my mirror. I couldn’t be mad though. I told him whenever I wouldn’t wake up, he could pour a bucket of water on me. I could sleep through anything.
Standing behind me, he looked at my stomach through the mirror causing me to roll my eyes. Once he noticed what I did, he laughed.
“Go put some clothes on..” He smirked, smacking my butt. Flicking him off, I picked up my wet clothes and sheets before putting them in the hamper. I had just changed my sheets terser day, too. Then they were the comfy silk ones? Hell yea, I’m getting revenge.
Picking a maxi dress out of my dresser, I slipped it on forgetting to grab some panties. Once I reached for some, Chris smacked my hand way. “Nah don’t put none on, that ass lookin’ like jello right now.” He said,making me chuckle.
“I’m coming back up to shower anyways, after I eat.”
I shrugged as I felt myself being lifted off of the ground. Squealing, I tried to get down but I couldn’t cause Chris had a good grip on me.
“I just wanted to see if I could carry your tall ass.” He said, chuckling. I wasn’t even that tall. I was taller than most girls he talked to but shorter than him.
“Shutup, I’m telling my mom not to feed you.” I said as he licked his lips, putting me down.
“You know yo mama loves me.” He said, as I ignored him. Following me in the kitchen, I sighed once I saw what my mom was wearing. She was wearing a little purple night gown with some fuzzy UGG slippers. She needed to take that damn gown off cause first of all, she already looks like she’s in her twenties and second of all, I knew chris was gonna say something.
“Heyyy baaaaby..” Chris smirked as he went over to hug my mom and kissed her on the cheek. He was always flirting with her and she never noticed it.
“Oh hi, Chris.” She said, standing on her tippy toes to give him one back. Putting his hand over her shoulder as he watched her cook, I rolled my eyes as they started having a full blown conversation.
I was gonna slap him for this bs. I don’t want NOBODY flirting with my mom. He was always saying that she was his wife and other bs. That ain’t cool. That’s like me flirting with his dad.
Averting my eyes to Chris’ hands, they were about to rest on my mom’s lower back area before I smacked his shit away. “Mom, chris trying to t—” he cut me off.
“She lying!” He said quick as hell, as my mom turned around to face me.
“Sweetie, why would you lie on Chris?” She asked as I sucked my teeth.
“Where’s Elijah?” I asked, as she smiled while making our plates. Elijah was her boyfriend who was super young. He was fine too, but you ain’t see me flirting with him like how Chris does to my mom.
“In our room. Go tell him I said bring his ass down here.” She said before she started talking to Chris again. Nodding, I made my way to her room around the corner and knocked on the door. I didn’t get a response, so I opened it. Looking around, I saw him sound asleep in the bed. I hope he was a morning person cause I don’t wanna get cursed out for waking him up.
“Elijah..” I mumbled softly, shaking him.
“Wassup? I swear you look just like yo momma.” He said, as he started starring at me. Damn he woke up fast. I could never.
“I know, I get that a lot but my mom said to bring your ass downstairs cause we’re eating breakfast.” Chuckling, he nodded and sat up in the bed.
“Ight’, I need to hurry up. She be bout to have a heart attack when I don’t eat.”
“Right, but I’ll be in the kitchen.” I said as he nodded. Stepping out, I went back into the kitchen and saw my mom and Chris already eating.
“Dang, yall couldn’t wait?” I asked, as they looked up at me laughing.
“Sorry bae, you was taking too long.” Chris said stuffing his face.
“You know I really can’t stand your big headed yella behind.” I grumbled taking a seat to dish out some food for myself.
“Oh stop being a brat.” my mom said raising an eyebrow at me.
“Y’all so damn geedy, y’all couldn’t wait for niggas to all be seated before the two of you stuffed your faces?” Elijah said chuckling as he walked in the kitchen.
“Right!!!” I said looking at him.
“Y’all are always ganging up on me..” my momma said pouting.
“Ahh come on baby I just be playing with yo’ fine ass” Elijah said kissing her cheek.
Ewww they always gotta be kissing and touching, shit is nasty. Like I swear they always mid bout to fuck, I can’t take it. I been so ready for college since yesterday the fuck day.
“Gag much.” I said making Chris chuckle.
“Why you cock blocking Lele?” He said making me roll my eyes.
“She’s just a hater.” my mom said making everyone laugh but me.
My phone vibrated and it was a text from Chris. I rolled my eyes and opened my phone to see what his annoying ass wanted. He drove me crazy, but I was so in love with his perfect ass. He’s always there for me and vise versa. That’s ma baby.
Baby daddy 😍👅💦💋- Don’t worry baby you ain’t gotta hate when we finish here imma eat that 🐱 like I been waiting in the lunch line.
I bit my lip. I felt my get so wet from just thinking about it. Chris had a tongue that should be sculpted and put in the tongue hall of fame. If I never got dick again I could survive on him giving my tongue and then lips alone.
Me- stop your making me uncomfortable at this table boy! Lol 😳
Baby daddy 😍👅💦💋- My pussy wet ain’t it? Just how I like it 💦💦💦👅🐱🐱
Me- Fuck, Chris I hate you 😕😫💀
Baby daddy 😍👅💦💋- I love you too sexy 😘
I just closed my phone and put it away. I couldn’t even make eye contact with him. We finished eating and joked around a while longer before Elijah cleared the table and washed up the dishes. I swear he was so down to earth. Sometimes j wish he was my dad instead of my real dad.
“Baby Eli and I are gonna head out in a few, you need some money?” My mom asked picking up her Celine Nano purse.
“Please.” I said watching as she handed me two hundred dollar bills.
“Thanks momma.” I said kissing her cheek.
“Of course baby.” she said heading to her bedroom to change. I headed to my room and closed the door. Chris was on the bed looking at his phone. He put it on the night stand once I closed my door though.
“Come here.” he said aggressively. I slowly made my way to him, and he grabbed me roughly. I straddled his lap, and his traced his hands along my collarbone and down between my perky breast before grabbing them. I took a deep breath and watched the way he used his hands to admire every curve on my body.
My phone vibrated on the nightstand, indicating that I had a text. Grabbing my phone, Elijah’s name popped up on my screen.
Elijah😂🙏🙌- we bout to leave now. have fun but not too much fun. keep ya instruments in ya cases 🙅😉
Laughing at the text, I closed my phone afterwards and put it back on the nightstand. After about five minutes I heard the front door slam so I knew Elijah and my mom had left.
“We going over to Raymond crib he said come through, but first get that pretty ass in the shower.” he said grabbing my ass roughly.
I got up, and removed my dress revealing my naked body. I heard him grumble “fuck” under his breath making me smirk. I threw the dress at him and entered my ensuite turning on the shower. I quickly threw my long hair up in a bun before entering the shower and letting the hot water consume my body.
A few seconds later I felt Chris brace his naked body up behind mine. “Turn around so I can taste you.”
I obliged and looked up at him before wrapping my arms around his neck. He quickly picked me up, and placed me on the little shower bench I had in my shower. He attached his lips to mine, and opened my legs before roughly kissing his way down to my middle. He licked his lips, and zeroed in on my pussy before attacking my clit with so much aggression all I could do was cry out in pleasure.
Fuck, he’s perfect.
“You know you’re so slow, I was with you the entire day. Why exactly would you think I’d fuck with Chris?” I asked him plucking his head. I still can’t believe Chris said that bullshit to August. He almost got my ass in trouble.
He took a puff from his L and exhaled, “Ion’ know man, you right though. Besides I ate that shit so good, thinking about another nigga was far from what was on your mind.” he said making me turn red.
“Shut up! Your head game so weak!” I joked keeping a serious face.
He put out his L and grabbed me. “Was it? So why you was shaking, squirming, and screaming my name like ya life depended on it?”
I hid my face in his neck because I couldn’t answer him, “Ugh I hate you Jody!” I yelled, jokingly.
He chuckled “Aw, come on don’t do me like that buns.” He said squeezing my ass making me squeal.
This is exactly why I loved being with August. He makes everything fun for me, and if we do fight it’s never all the extra shit. I loved Chris so much that I allowed him to hurt me over and over again and I’m tired of it.
“Stop grabbing on the merchandise play boy!” I said poking his nose.
He flashed that million dollar smile at me and then the moment got real “I luh’ you, girl.” My throat got dry because I wasn’t expecting him to go there. We weren’t even together, so when exactly did he decide, well catch these feelings?
“Chill, you don’t got to say it back. I just want you to know that I do, no matter what.” he said softly kissing my lips.
This is where I always beat myself up. I don’t want to do or say the wrong thing where August is concerned ever simply because he’s done a lot for me. August made me toughen up as a person, and I never want to hurt him. That wouldn’t be fair.
“Why now? You know I want to say it back to you, but I can’t not like this because it’d be so wrong. It’s no secret Chris and I are over but there are still feelings I have for him. Then there’s these feelings I have growing for you. I don’t want-” I tried to finish but he cut me off kissing me again.
“Raye I understand. You wanna make sure what you want 100 percent before you plant an I love you bomb on anyone again. Like I said I just want you to know how a nigga feeling. I ain’t tryna pressure you into shit. Just keep bein one hunnit’ and we gon be straight babeh’.” he said that accent thick when he called me baby.
I climbed on top of him and he held me as I began to trail kisses from his neck to his plump lips. He disposed of my crop top and threw it across the room before flipping us over making me giggle.
“You gon let me make you feel good?” He asked me making me bite my lip.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but I was interrupted by a surprise guest “Augu- ohhhh ummm hi. This is awkward.” Christina said walking into August’s room.
August looked at me and down at my chest before sighing in complete frustration. “What you need Christina?” He asked climbing off of me.
I quickly sat up and got up to grab my shirt and replace it. I honestly didn’t know who else was here, and I was so not in the mood for a peep show. Honestly I was just as confused as August as to why she was here. They haven’t spoken in weeks. They’re cordial, but most of the time he ignores her.
“I uh came to get the rest of my stuff, you know since I’m fully back home, I can come back if I’m interrupting..” she said nervously.
“Christina relax you don’t have to be that way. It’s cool.” I said smiling at her.
She obviously wasn’t here for my kindness because she snapped at me, “Raye please, ok? Don’t try to act all sweet now.” She spat, rolling her eyes.
“Watch yaself’ Christina.” August gritted at her.
She laughed, “Oh now he defends her! I thought she wasn’t shit for what she did to you? Now he loves her! You were supposed to choose me!!” She screamed.
“Man I already explained this shit to you, so Ion’ even know what ya trying to come here and prove to Raye. Ain’t shit you could say that’s gonna make anything change.” he said truthfully.
There wasn’t a thing August said about me I didn’t know. Although it was painful to listen to, and upsetting to hear, he made sure he told me. I guess he expected a visit from Christina much like this one.
“You know what? The two of you deserve each other. Carry on.” she said angrily grabbing her things.
She put her things into bags and proceeded to leave the room. I got up and went after her forgetting to grab my pants. “Tina wait!” I said running outside behind her.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Chris get out of his car. He looked at me, and for the first time in almost two months I saw the vulnerable Chris I knew. “I see you still giving my shit to August. I don’t know what I was thinking being with you.”
“Chris I haven’t had sex with him, I’m not you. I don’t have to fuck everything that walks. Maybe you should stop trying make me the bad guy and realize that your fuck ups are why we aren’t together anymore! I NEVER DID YOU FUCKING WRONG AND I NEVER LIED TO YOUR STUPID ASS. DON’T TRY TO PAINT ME OUT TO BE THE FUCKING PROBLEM!! I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU AND YOU DISAPPEAR FOR WEEKS AND I STILL TOOK YOUR STUPID ASS BACK. YOU FAIL TO REALIZE HOW MUCH I LOVED, CARED, AND RESPECTED YOU BECAUSE I HAD A MILLION REASONS TO LEAVE AND I NEVER DID!! I’m not made of se durable surface that can keep taking you hurting me over and over again!” I screamed breaking down at the last part.
“Raye I’m sor-” he started but I cut him off.
“No I’m tired of hearing that your sorry only for you to do some shit again. If your sorry then mean it and show it. If not get the fuck on, and let me live!” I tears streaming down my face.
That bullshitting ass hard exterior he was putting up for weeks now disappeared the moment he saw tears flowing from my eyes. These were tears I’ve been holding back on for weeks. I was finally getting the closure I needed and I knew what I needed to do. I felt August wrap his arms around me from behind, and I immediately calmed down.
“You know our problem is also this fuck nigga getting in between us! You always let him in, in ways you never let me. You think that’s fair?” He asked now annoyed by August’s presence. I hope they don’t start fighting..
“Maybe if you took the time to never put hands on her she would run to you instead of bein’ scared. But you got ya head so far up Alisha’s ass you ain’t stop to think about what pain you caused Raye.” August spat with disgust.
Chris chuckled “You know what? I’m out. I’ll leave you the fuck alone. It was fun while it lasted. For what it’s worth even if you don’t believe me, I actually loved your spoilt ass.” he said walking up to me stealing one final kiss. Damn..
He got in his car with Christina and they sped off. I turned around and headed back inside with August hot on my heels. Today must’ve been my day because for the first time ever they didn’t hit each other. I sat on August’s bed once I got to his room, and he closed the door behind us.
I don’t know what came over me, but I had this sudden fire begin to burn inside me. I never wanted anything like I did this next moment. I stood up and wrapped my arms around August’s neck standing on my tippy toes before kissing his lips. He groaned into the kiss “Raye, you aight?”
I kissed him again this time more sensually. “Yes, but there’s something I want you to do.”
“Shoot babeh’..” he said looking down on my short frame.
“Fuck me, like you never did anybody else.” I said jumping on him.
He caught me and hesitated “You sure?”
“Like a crack addict with a bad habit.” I said making him laugh. He laid me down, and proceeded to lay the wood. August was who I ultimately wanted to be with.
My phone’s loud ass ringtone kept going off, which woke me up from my nap. I wanted to ignore it, but it kept ringing. I need to start putting my shit on mute before I go to sleep. I always keep my volume on 100.
“Stay yo ass right here.” August mumbled, roughly pulling me back as I tried to reach for my phone. Sucking my teeth, I smacked his hands away.
“I aint goin’ no where, I’m trying to get my phone, meany.” I said, reaching for my phone again. This time he didn’t do anything. Once I grabbed my iphone 6 off of the charger, I smacked my lips once I seen that the missed calls were from Raymond. He always calls for the littliest things that aren’t important.
I felt light kisses being placed in my shoulder. I smiled turning over to look at August. His face was seriously unflawed. I wonder if he realized how perfect he is.
“Auggie I can’t take anymore.” I said my voice raspy.
He chuckled “Damn baby, daddeh’ got you sounding down and out huh and you can’t take da D?”
I wasn’t trying to force sex between us. I could’ve done this seven weeks ago, and so many other times after as well. I wanted him, and it honestly had nothing to do with Chris. August was special to me, and honestly he always has been. I think I was so caught up in letting myself be treated a certain way by Chris, that I forgot about how good August always was to me.
I smacked my teeth “Shut up, you ain’t got me doing nothing!”
He smirked “So you think you can give daddeh’ some more of that sweet ass pussy?” He said rubbing my clit slowly.
“Augggg I mmmphhh..” I moaned as my phone started to ring.
Saved by the bell! I don’t think I could’ve lasted one more round. August was working with a serious monster in his pants.
“Hello?” I said, answering the phone without checking the caller i.d.
“Damn, what you been doin for 8 hours? I thought you was dead.” He asked, as I quickly checked the time on the clook sitting on my nightstand. Damn, it has been 8 hours.
“Sorry bro, I was knocked out. What did you want?” I asked as I started to hyear a lot of people in the background. Raymond always got something poppin’ over his house. This nigga was so damn popular.
“Come chill with me, I miss you.” He said, making me smile cause I could hear the smile on his face.
“But I wanna chill privately, I know you got Chris and them all over there.” Chris was the loudest one in the damn background. I mainly heard him and and Cassie yelling.
“So? Plus he not gonna say shit to you, he brought Alisha. Bring August.” He said, and my heart dropped. I didn’t want to be and him when he was with her. I guess he went upstairs cause the background got quiet. I guess he ain’t want Chris to hear.
“Nah, that would be weird. But if you want me to come, I’ll come.” I stated. I know August ain’t wanna be around Chris nor Nae, so it’s best if I just go by myself. I didn’t want to go either cause of Alisha. Everybody seems so cool with her and it makes me feel left out. They all have a history with her that I can’t come in between.
“Alright, I love you. Be safe baby.” He said, making kissing noises in the phone. He was cute as hell sometimes.
“Love you too.” I laughed, before hanging up. Putting my phone back on the charger, I turned to face August and he was already looking at me. He looked annoyed which made me laugh.
“Why you not sleep?” I asked trying to be funny, before he smacked his teeth. He looked so fine when he was annoyed.
“Cause yo annoying ass woke me up, I’m bout to go.” He said, sitting up in the bed.
“Ok, can you take me home real quick then?” I asked as he nodded.
“Yea, and I’m getting some when we get back, trust.” He smirked, as I chuckled.
“Yea whatever, just shutup and take me home.” I said as he looked at me like I was stupid. Picking me up, he throw me over his shoulder as I kept hitting him in his back. It didn’t phase him at all, which pissed me off. I bet my hits were like baby hits to him.
A couple of seconds later, I felt myself being body slammed on the couch, causing me to groan in pain. I’m over a 100 pounds, how did his boney ass manage to do that? “August! That hurt.” I whined as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
“I know, I’m bout to go tho.” Sucking my teeth, I flicked him off.
“You really aint shit. You always leaving when it’s time to take care of these damn kids. Partying and shit, like damn Aug I wanna party too! Where the fuck is my child support check at, anyways?” I said with a straight face, as August died of luaghter. He literally fell on the floor.
Walking over to me as he continued to laugh, he helped me up and I fianlly started laughing with him. “That’s why I love yo crazy ass.” He said, kissing me on my forehead as we made our way to his car.
I was mad as hell at the fact that Raymond asked Raye to come. I mean this is her house too, but he just had to ask while I was here. I didn’t wanna be around Raye, cause everything she did just pissed me off. I would leave, but Alisha was gonna get mad.
I must admit, I was jealous that August was hittin’ that. She promised she wouldn’t ever give my shit away. When she first took her red flannel off, she had hickies every where and I ain’t gonna lie, my heart dropped. I would’ve never thought that Raye would be fucking August. The fact that we used to be bros just makes everything worse.
I mean, Alisha was slowly helping me get over Raye but as you can see it ain’t really helping. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t. Alisha has been good company, though. She’s acting like her old self. The Alisha I met in VA when we were in middle school. I wasn’t tryna wife her or anybody anytime soon. She knew the deal. She wasn’t really trying to be in a relationship either, her ass was just acting up when Raye and I were together cause she wanted the dick. I can’t blame her. Ion’t think she been in a relationship since we broke up. I broke up with her actually.
I thought we were gonna be together forever. Ya boy was in love. Alisha was fucking perfect in my eyes. I mean, she still is but we just not together but we still make it seem like that. I remember the first time we met. It was my freshman year.
“I swear y’all boys are so childish!” Alisha groaned, covering up her body. I knew her name and shit, but I ain’t never talked to her. She was mad popular and so was I, so ion see why we never talked. She was pretty as hell, though.
“Shit, this ain’t the boys lockeroom? I’m trippin.” I said, rubbing my eyes as she began to chuckle. Dropping the uniform she had to cover her body, I noticed that she had on a sports bra and some shorts. She ain’t even need a bra, she barely had titties. She had a lil bit of ass though.
“No.. are you high? Your eyes are kind of red.” She asked as I nodded. Chuckling walked up to me and sniffed my shirt before scrunching up her face.
“You better take a quick shower, you smell just like weed. Coach gonna get on your ass.” She warned as I sniffed my shirt. Dang, she was right.
“Only if you come with me.” I smirked as she just flashed her pearly whites. I peeped that she had dimples.
“You’re too cute.” She laughed as I scoffed.
“Nah baby, I’m more than cute.” I corrected her as she waved me off.
“Whatever, what’s your name?”
“You my new friend Alisha, your life bout to be 1000x better fuckin’ with me.” I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.
“Ok new friend, but first get in the shower cause you’re all sweaty..” She said, making me suck my teeth.
We talked for a few more minutes and I finally left cause I ain’t want coach to catch me in here. A nigga would’ve got in so much trouble.
Ever since then, we couldn’t get enough of each other. She was my everything. We ain’t ever have problems. We always enjoyed each others company.
We argued and shit but it wasn’t anything serious. Our arguments ain’t really get serious until we found out she was a couple of months pregnant and we told her mom. Her mom was pissed so she told Alisha that she had to go stay with her dad for the summer in VA. That shit hit me hard as fuck. We would always get into arguments about it cause I told her to stay but she would always say she had no choice. Ion really think about this much, but about a month before she left we woke up with a big ass puddle of blood in my bed.
I woke up scrunching up my face, cause something kept tickling my leg and it felt wet. I know Alisha little ass aint pee on me. I just bought these damn sheets 2 days ago. I'ma beat her ass.
Rubbing my eyes, I lightly moved Alisha off of me and checked the sheets. Widening my eyes, there was blood every where. Where the fuck was it coming from? I knew it wasnt what I think it was. Nah, it couldn’t be.
Averting my eyes towards Alisha’s pants, they were covered in blood causing my eyes to get watery. “Baby, wake up!” I yelled, roughly shaking her. She groaned loudly, and sat up looking at me. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked at what I was looking at and screamed.
“NO, NO, NO!” She yelled, as she started crying.
“Momma!” I called out as she came rushing in my room in no time. Covering her mouth at the scene that was playing out in front of her, she helped Alisha inyo some new clothes as I called 911.
I already lost my sister, I didn’t want to loose nobody else.
We both freaked out and once we got to the hospital we found out she lost the baby due to too much stress. She wouldn’t talk to me for a long time. She wouldn’t talk to anybody and that shit was pissing me off. I understood that she was hurt, but I was hurt too. I needed someone to talk to. I got fed up with it so I planned on talking to her about it and when I showed up to her house I caught her cutting herself and I fucking lost it.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I tried to get her to stop but she was doin it again the day she was supposed to leave and I felt betrayed so I broke up with her. She told me she wasn’t gonna do that stupid shit anymore. I ain’t talk to her for a year after that. This happened.. at the end sophomore year! But yea She ended staying with her dad that whole year, and that’s brings us to now. Senior year.
She apologized and we started catching up with each other and shit. This was before I started liking Raye’s ass. Since Raye and I was talking, I just cut Alisha off. She knew I ain’t like Raye since 9th grade and she would always wonder why.
“Chris, I’m gonna be in the bathroom.” Alisha said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I nodded at her, and bit my lip watching her leave. Alisha shit was getting thicker. The doorbell rang, and Raymond got up to get it, and I couldn’t help but to keep stealing glances at Raye. As much as I hated it, I still loved her and wanted her all the same. They lied when they said that wounds heal with time. They get fucking worse!
“Yo, baby girl yo boyfriend is here.” Raymond said walking back into the living room looking at Raye.
Raymond so childish for this bullshit.
I ran my hands down my face because the last thing I wanted was to be around him. I know that’s why she came here alone. Funny how she still thought about me.
“Baby? What are you doing here?” She asked jumping on him like a little kid. She looked so happy to see him, and it made me angry. “I missed you.” he said putting her down biting her neck.
She giggled, “Auggie stop it!”
“You came out the house my nigga?” Ty joked to August and I glared at him.
“Only for shorty.” he said slapping her butt making everyone bust up laugh when she got mad.
I knew tonight was going to be a test of my faith. Could I coexist in a room with this nigga, and not pop on him? I hope so cause I was heated. Alisha came back from the bathroom, and looked over noticing August made a guest appearance like this was a music video.
“You ok baby?” She asked sitting in my lap.
I laid my head on her chest “I am now.”
“Let’s play truth or dare y’all, it’s hella niggas in here.” Ty said excited.
“Aight I’m gonna go first, Raye truth or dare?” Nae asked her. Looking at her stomach, I smiled because I’m ready for her to have this damn baby. I got baby fever and shit.
“Dare.” she said nervously.
“I dare you to demonstrate your favorite sexual position with someone in the room.” she said making her turn red.
“Ew I ain’t tryna see how my little sister likes to fuck. I’m steppin’ out.” Raymond said leaving the room, making us crack up.
“Y’all are annoying..” she said sucking her teeth.
She grabbed August’s hand and told him to lay down in the middle of the floor, and he obliged. She bent down, and smiled at him pecking his lips which made me ball up my fist. She turned around, and grabbed his calves as he held her waist. Then she did that thing I liked that drove me fucking crazy. She flipped all over hair over her right shoulder, and lightly dropped her ass on his middle making sure to arch her back. Looking at her do that shit made my dick stiffen. Then the only thing she had on was tights and a sports bra. Ion even think she had on underwear.
“Damn Raye, a nigga jealous of August.” Ty joked making everyone but me laugh except when Nae slapped him behind the head.
August sat up and she pressed her back against his chest “Don’t make me fuck you in here buns.” he said lowly to her making her smirk, but I’m sure I’m the only one that heard.
What the fuck I do to deserve some shit like this b? “Will y’all get your asses up so we can continue the game damn!” I said hella annoyed.
“Relax, sheesh.” Alisha said catching onto my annoyance.
I smacked my teeth and stayed quiet. Call me a baby, I don’t care. That nigga had his hands all over what was mine. I wanted to knock his fucking teeth out. But I’m chilling. Alisha gave me a little lecture to control my anger and I’m trying but the shit is hard.
“Shut up, you always got something to say!” Raye grumbled as she started to go sit back down, but I flew in her face quick.
“Keep talking shit ma.” I spat venomously in her face.
August laughed, “Nigga if you don’t go sit your light bulb bright ass down, and get out her face!”
He grabbed Raye, and she looked at me with such disgust. See how she ran my emotions through the roof? I smacked my teeth, and headed toward the backyard to smoke an L and get some air. It was much needed because I knew Alisha was not gonna let me leave.
Pulling my phone out my pocket, I went to Rayes contact and sent her a text. Hopefully she still got the same number.
Me: ima need you to do me a favor homie hopper
A few seconds later she replied back, shocking the hell out of me. I thought she was just gonna read it.
Raye 💔🙅😒: don’t fucking call me that 😤
Me: well wtf else do you call it? 😂😴
Raye💔🙅😒: a girl that went to another person that could treat her better cause her ex can’t be a MAN 💁💆💅
Me: whatever thot 😑 all over this nigga pop lock n thottin’ it. Just fuckin tell ya nigga to stay in his fuckin place. I been tryin to control my anger but I’m bout ready to fuck YOU & YO NIGGA up on god. just keep sayin slick shit to me & watch baby just watch 😏✌️
Raye💔🙅😒: 😳😂😂 bye psycho
Me: yea ok bitch, my bad I meant raye. just let ya lil bf know what I said
Raye💔🙅😒: get ur salty ass on chris fr. you’re mad baby I know it. 😂😏 you can’t stand that im w August. you’re jealous, just admit it. wtf you even worried about me for when you fucking bitches like alisha? worry about HER NOT ME 🙅💁 you over here stressing over someone who could give 2 shits about you. since you claim you don’t give a fuck STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME! MOVE TF ON 😒😒😒
After reading that message my heart stopped. I know I ain’t the one to be talking about mean, but that shit was harsh as hell. This bitch showing her true colors. I can’t believe she had the AUDACITY to send me some shit like that. I’m done with her foreal. Maybe we wasn’t meant to be.
The next thing I did was delete her number, pictures, and messages out my phone. I even had videos of me hittin’ that but that shit had to go. Once all that shit was gone, I went to my ig and deleted anything that had her on it. I should’ve deleted this shit a long time ago but I actually had faith.
Putting my phone back in my pocket, I stood up and made my way back inside to get all my shit. I had to bounce. I ain’t wanna be no where near Raye.
“Yo Raye, you ain’t gotta worry about me no more. I ain’t gone be in ya way or none of that other shit. You just showed yo true colors and I realized that bitches really ain’t shit. Like Migos said, these hoes is wishy washy. I could’ve sworn you said you loved me and now you sayin you could give 2 shits about me? It’s cool, I just know not to tell another bitch I love her. And you wonder why I ain’t wanna admit my feelings for you in the first fucking place,” I paused to chuckle. By now, everybody’s eyes were on me and they were shocked.
“You just sitting around here fucking August thinking it’s cute when it ain’t. Even if we ain’t together you know how I feel about this nigga, yet you mess around with him anyway? You wrong as hell. I constantly asked you not to talk to him but when you broke up with me he was the first person you went to. Why you do that to me Raye? I was fucking faithful to you! I may have done some fucked up shit and I’m sorry for it but I ain’t ever betray you like that. If you aint trust me, you should’ve just let me know from the jump instead of wasting my time. I’m done though, you don’t gotta worry bout me no more. I hope you don’t do August how you did me, but I hope the nigga does you wrong as hell. Fuck you Raye.” I said, feeling much better as I picked up a sleeping Alisha off of the couch.
I looked back at Raye one last time, and she was speechless. Good, cause I ain’t wanna deal with that funky ass attitude she been having.
“Fuck you too.” She mumbled as I rolled my eyes.
Once she noticed me looking at her, she mugged the shit out of me as I flicked her off. Waving me off, she just stared down at her fingers with a mad expression on her face.
She don’t got no reason to be mad. If anything, I should be mad.
I was seriously fucking done trying to please her. Ion even know why I tried, she clearly doesn’t want me no more.
Title: All the Ways Derek Made Stiles Feel Beautiful - Way Number One Summary: ljummen made a joke about Derek singing “What Makes You Beautiful” to Stiles at karaoke, so I decided to document all the times Derek made Stiles feel beautiful. Posted to: AO3
It starts like this: it’s an ordinary day, a pack meeting is coming to a close, and Stiles stretches. That’s all. He scratches his jaw, yawns, and stretches, revealing an inch or two of skin and a trail of hair that travels from just above his belly button to below the waist of his pants. Suddenly, all Derek can think about is that swath of skin and the crook of Stiles’ fingers as they scratch his jaw and just like that, Derek is smitten.