were gonna have words

hihihi peeps, just wanted to say that i’ll never reply to hate of any kind on my blog bc d r a m a, so if you do wish to send me hate asks then im sorry but it won’t have the desired effect n it’ll just end up straight in the bin

your love will be safe with me

pairing: Clint Barton x reader 

summary: Clint and reader are best friends. But is that all they are?

word count: 1200ish

warnings: light, blink and you’ll miss it angst + f l u f f 

a/n: This is a little something for my love @buckysberrie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAR!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY AND YOUR FICS!! 

Title from Re:Stacks by Bon Iver.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination


“I didn’t even realize you were slowly moving in until I noticed your stuff’s kind of… everywhere.” Clint motioned around the bedroom, directing a pointed stare your way.

You quirked a brow. “Is that a problem?”

He shrugged. “Not really. What man doesn’t want to live with their hot best friend?”

You snorted. “Please. You love living with me.”

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Drunk

Originally posted by fallingfreeofgravity


You imagined you didn’t look very pleased as you stalked into the Garrison, your eyes quickly searching the crowd for your boyfriend. When you couldn’t find him easily you slowly wandered over to the bar, hoping someone would find you instead. In fact, you wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t for Tommy, having woken you with a phone call.

You leaned against the bar and waited rather impatiently, Harry greeting you with your usual drink. You thanked him and continued looking around, hoping this wouldn’t take long. You continued standing under the golden light alone, it washing over your shiny hair. Surprisingly enough there was no one in the bar you recognized. You couldn’t even find Tommy or Arthur or John amongst the usual crowd of people.

He saw you first. Sat in the back in a crowded booth with his rowdy brothers, a drunken John laid his weary eyes on you over the edge of his now empty glass still cool to his lips. He smashed the cup down and slurred his words.

“Who’s that fucking Goddess over there?” This made all of the Shelby’s turn their heads than, seeing you stood at the bar angrily. They tried not to laugh yet, knowing John was sloshed enough to believe anything. Tommy and Arthur shared a look indicating this would be the most fun they’d have in a while.

“You mean…you don’’t know who that is?”

“How would I fucking know. I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.” The boys couldn’t help but snicker now, trying to cover this growing smiles with their hands. John glared at them; he didn’t think it was funny. “What? What are you laughing at?” He protested childishly.

“Why don’t you go talk to her? Hmm?”

“Arthur, do you see that fucking girl? I…I can’t talk to her. She’d want nothing to do with me.”

They laughed again, but this time it was for a very different reason. This was not like John, and they were having fun. “Plus…I…I have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” Arthur provoked, waiting for John to react.

“I mean, come on John, it’s not every day you see someone who looks like that.”

“Oh…. I know.” John whined, obviously internally conflicted about what to do.

“John, if you don’t go talk to her right now, I will.” John whined again, slamming his head down on the table as an attempt to clear his mind of the ache coming on from the mass amounts of alcohol and the decision he’d have to make. When he finally pulled his head up again, though now it felt like it weighed a ton, he found Tomm had already made the decision for him. In a haze, John watched the outline of his brother cross the bar and stride right up next to you. Your body language changed, you turning towards him immediately, leaning closer to Tommy and talking to him. And of course John couldn’t hear a word you two were saying, because otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten so hot headed about it all.

You almost smiled when Tommy approached, but you were still mad that you’d been pulled out of the warm bed to be brought here.

“Thanks for coming Y/N. And sorry for keeping u waiting.”

“Where is he?” You said annoyed.

“He’s over there. He’s pretty bad Y/N.”

“Don’t worry I’ve seen worse.”

“Y/N, he doesn’t realize who you are.”

“Come again?” You spit quickly, confusion and urgency mixed in your voice.

“He’s sat over there losing his fucking mind ‘cause you’ve walked in and your gorgeous but he can’t muster up the courage to fucking talk to you and he won’t because he has a girlfriend.” You roll your eyes at Tommy’s words and John’s drunk antics, trying to hide the smile on your face. While you wished you didn’t have to be called to the bar to help collect your drunk boyfriend and escort him home safely, it was humbling to know that after a couple years together he still thought you were the most beautiful girl and that he’d never cheat on you. You took a deep breath, finishing off the drink you had forgotten was in your hand. You smiled at Tommy, thanking him for calling you.

“You know I wouldn’t have if I thought…”

“Tommy, it’s fine. But let’s continue this fun, huh?” You said with a gleam in your eyes that suggested you’d play along. And it just so turned out John had gotten some of his mojo back as he had somehow gained the confidence to walk over and join you and his brother.

“Tommy, don’t be fucking rude. Are you going to introduce me to your beautiful friend here or am I gonna have to-” his words were stopped by a hiccup but he managed to smile at you goofily, “introduce myself.”

“Y/N.” you said trying not to laugh at your boyfriend. He looked at you mesmerized and tried to work out what to say to you but nothing came out. You knew he wouldn’t be happy with anything nothing he could think up. He started getting tongue tied in the wake of your beauty; it was truly the only time he was nervous to talk to anyone.

“I…Uh…I’m John.” You tired not to laugh, not wanting to embarrass him, figuring he’d gotten enough of that from his brothers. You didn’t have the heart to mess with him anymore, so you threw an arm around him and smile. The alcohol still held him firmly under its spell and he could barely say anything.

“Let’s get you home, I think you’ve had one too many John.”

All the way home he tried to talk to you but one look up at your eyes sent him cowering back into himself. He move awkwardly into your house, not knowing what to do once he was inside.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You offered, once again helping him upstairs. You helped him take his clothes off, your hand lingering on his bare skin. He looked at you then, differently than before, more like John usually looks at you.

“Y/N, I… I want you so badly.” He said, finally putting his hands on you, slowly teasing you up your legs and under your dress. His lips were close to your neck, his hot breath fanning across the skin he wanted to devour. “But…I can’t. I have a girlfriend.”

“John, I am your girlfriend.”

“What?”

“John, we’ve been dating for almost two years.” You finally told him, though the look on his face suggested he still couldn’t quite remember. But he didn’t care…

“Well then in that case…” he said, leaning forward and planting a hard, sloppy kiss to your lips. You giggled into it when you thought it was over but he kept going, his hands searching your body hungrily, grabbing anything it could. You pushed him off and towards the bed.

“Babe, what’s wrong.”

“I’m not in the mood John.”

“Come on, real quick. It’ll be fun.” He said, now looking up at your from his position on the bed. You rolled your eyes, getting in next to him and having him automatically suck on your neck. You sighed, pushing him off you again only to get him angry.

“I said I’m not in the mood. I want to sleep.” You said sternly, settling down into the bed after turning off the light. He groaned, his hand rubbing your thigh under the cover. “John, I’m fucking serious.”

“How can you not be in the mood right now?”

“For starters, I’m sober as can be and secondly, it’s sort of impossible for me to be turned on when you’ve been acting like a baby all night. Getting so drunk your brother needs to call me to take you home. I love you and all, but not tonight.”

Bar Sinister (pt 1)

Summary: You make a deal with Negan to save your friend Daryl’s life. But when you can’t give Negan the child he wants, you ask Daryl to help make it happen.

Pairings: Daryl x Reader, some Negan x Reader

Chapter: 1/?

Word Count: 2,020

Warnings: Language, threats of violence

It was stupid of Daryl to return to Alexandria. You knew it. Rick knew it. Everyone knew it. But fuck if he wasn’t a stubborn asshole. Even Rick couldn’t talk him round. You knew there’d been no chance of him staying at The Kingdom in the middle of their endless LARP game but you thought he’d at least have the sense to go to the Hilltop.

But he hadn’t. He’d come back to the place he felt he never fit in. He’d come home, to the house you shared with him. It was quieter now, with Eugene and Carol gone, Maggie at the Hilltop and Glenn… well, you were glad to have Daryl back.  He didn’t talk about what happened with Negan – of course he didn’t – but you could see that whatever it was had taken a massive toll on him. He’d stayed strong and fought Negan relentlessly but there was an exhaustion to him. A loneliness.

He should’ve gone to the Hilltop. The thing he needed most right now was Maggie’s forgiveness.

But he was here.

And the familiar sound of Lucille banging against the gates told you that Negan was here too.

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bad time to find out about your language kink for Makoto, Haru.
bad time to find out your boyfriend doesn’t care where you Do it, Makoto.

I like to think Makoto took language courses in university. He knows some French and a little more English now, but he’s most proficient in Spanish.

Based on ep1 of the current season of The Amazing Race! AAAAAAA I’m watching for Burnie and Ashley!! theyre so adorable they kiss a lot 😭😭 I thought their energy and affinity was so makoharu-like I just had to dRAW! I hope they win!

team makoharu winning the race and the 1 million dollars 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Markiplier's Whisper Challenge #2 Sentence Meme Part  3
  • "What did you say? What did you say!?"
  • "Oh God! Oh I did it wrong!"
  • "I thought you were gonna have it word-for-word!"
  • "You have lovely skin. I can't wait to try it on."
  • "You have a lovely kidney. I can't wait to put it in me."
  • "I can't believe I'm saying this to you..."
  • "You have the biggest thing; I can't wait to jump on you."
  • "You have the biggest dick Sister-Princess ever pulled."
  • "Who is Sister Princess? And how wrong is this statement?"
  • "Sister-Princess, we're sorry!"
  • "It was him that put a dick in it."
  • "I am building an army of potatoes to kill evil apples."
  • "How long was that one!?"
  • "I please the King of Hamsters, because I am a loyal hamster."
  • "I bleed applejuice because I stepped on your little hamster."
  • "I bleed applejuice because it's super delicious."
  • "Somehow we came full circle!"
  • "It turned into apples!"

for @anarchyaustralia‘s firefighter!5sos blurb night! i read this ask she got and my mind went in a totally different direction, lol

The music was blaring. You had no idea how long the party had been going at this point, all you knew was that this was one of the greatest birthday parties you’d ever had. 


You were just about to pour yourself another drink when you heard the doorbell ring. As you made your way to the door, you could see the red and blue lights of a siren twinkling through the window.

“Shit,” you swore, shutting off the music and weaving through the crowd until you reached the front door. You opened it to find a fireman on your porch.

“Are you (Y/N)?” He asked, tipping the hat on his head. His dark hair was ruffled beneath the hat.

“Yes,” you answered, “is there something wrong?”

“I’m afraid so,” he nodded, walking in. “My name is Calum. The station received a call about a fire hazard in this apartment.” He made his way into your living room, where you noticed all the furniture was now pushed against the walls with one single chair sat in the middle of the room. 

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“I love how he’s such a complex character. He’s not just about looks or talent which people seem to mistake. I wish some people would take the time to think and actually understand him.”

A playlist about a boy who’s one big insecure, self-centered, yet somehow still lovable mess. Cover art by wockykitakis.

Listen on 8tracks

Some Boys - Death Cab for Cutie | Cool Kids - Echosmith | Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood | Hothouse - 78violet | Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons | Fall For You - Secondhand Serenade | Blue Lips - Regina Spektor | Teenagers - My Chemical Romance | #SELFIE - The Chainsmokers

anonymous asked:

So I see talk that Lana, Colin and Bobby will be playing different versions or whatever. Is there word on this? I thought that we were gonna have Lana, Colin and Bobby with new identities in seattle but Regina, hook and rumple would still be relevant. Their memories are gone because of a curse or something and maybe (this is spec on my part) halfway through 7B their memories return.

The best word we have is that they’re still Regina. Rumple and Hook though with new cursed personalities.  People are conflating the new EF characters.  But those characters are all played by different actors.

anonymous asked:

zac and joey are gonna hook up at the end of the night,, trust me i have experience as a Drunk Gay (TM) zac is displaying all of the signs, included to but not limited to: biting nipples

ok well if they don’t then u and i are gonna be having words on why u were wrong ok so u better be Right

Here For You

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Summary: Okay this isn’t a request, but sometimes we all need a reminder to keep fighting, and sometimes that reminder is best heard from a Winchester.

Warnings: Mentions of weight loss, lots of crying, breaking down, I guess it’s depression? I’ll put it as a warning just in case.

I want to remind you all that if you ever feel down, I am here for you, always.

Originally posted by fractioussam

(Not my gif)

Your eyes scanned the page in front of you without taking in any of the information, your brow furrowing every now and then in feigned concentration. Sam sat across from you with genuine concentration on his face, the silence that had settled in the library broken only by the occasional rustle of him turning a page. You were so caught up in your act that you didn’t realise there hadn’t been any pages turned in almost fifteen minutes.
Sam frowned slightly as he watched you. He knew you almost better than he knew himself, and he certainly knew when things weren’t right with you. Dark shadows framed your usually lively eyes, you were thinner than usual, and all the craziness within you that he loved so much had fizzled away into nothing but a dull spark trapped within you.
“I was thinking of having a Lord of the Rings marathon later, you joining?” he asked casually. You looked up slowly from your page, looking as if you were struggling to process his words.
“Oh…no, I think I’m gonna have an early night,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Sam bit his lip, noting how thin your wrist appeared. As you stood up slowly and turned to face the door, he spoke up.
“We’re going to have to talk about this sooner or later. I’m not blind, (Y/N), I know when something’s hurting you.”
Your eyes widened, and you felt tears threatening to fall. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, blinking rapidly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, refusing to turn and face him lest your face give you away. When he next spoke, he was much closer to you.
“(Y/N), you can tell me anything. Your fights are my fights,” he said gently, reaching out and brushing his fingers against yours. You wanted nothing more than to lock your fingers with his, to break down and cry and tell him just how much you were hurting, but something always stopped you. Shaking your head, you curled your hands into fists by your side until you could feel your roughly bitten nails digging into your palms.
“There are some fights I can’t share,” you whispered. Sam wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t react, fighting even harder now to stop the tears falling.
“This isn’t one of them though,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. It was at that moment that the last of your defences crumbled. Like a dam bursting, the tears started flowing wildly and messily as you turned to face Sam. He tightened his hold on you, not saying anything as you balled your fists in his shirt and cried onto his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, one of his hands massaging tiny circles into your scalp.
“I’m sick of fighting,” you choked out through your tears. “I’m sick of having to act brave, as if I’m not hurting.”
“Me too,” he mumbled. “I hate it too.”
He was shedding his own tears by this point, triggered by both your breakdown and his own bottled up emotions.
“What did we do to deserve all this?” you asked, tears blurring your vision as you pulled back to look up at him.
“Not a damn thing,” he told you. He moved his hands from your back to hold your face gently, his thumbs catching the falling tears. “No one deserves this life.”
You took a shaky breath, suddenly realising that you’d done what you’d always promised yourself that you wouldn’t do; you’d let your emotions take over. But, standing in Sam’s arms like you were, you couldn’t find it in you to be mad at yourself. Some of the weight had definitely left your shoulders, and you were starting to see a light at the end of all this.
“I love you so damn much,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You copied him, letting his warmth and scent and everything that you loved about him wash over you, calming you and stopping your tears. “And I’m going to remind you every day, so that you never forget.”
You nuzzled his nose with yours, your hands loosening their vicelike grip on his shirt as your breathing slowed to a normal pace. “I love you too,” you mumbled. “I don’t deserve you.”
He pressed his lips to yours gently, as if he was kissing you for the first time all over again. You let him, barely moving your lips against his.
“We’re going to be okay,” he promised you. “Eventually, we’ll get out of this life, and it’ll all be okay.”
You smiled slightly, brushing your lips off his lightly. “I’ll hold you to that, Winchester.”
He chuckled quietly. “There’s that beautiful smile. C’mon, let’s go have that movie marathon.”
As you followed him through the bunker to your shared bedroom, his hand encasing yours gently but securely, you felt better than you had in months.
Maybe he was right. Maybe this really was going to be okay.

Chapter 16 Part 2: Dont HaveTime For This.

Raye

“Merry Christmas!” Alisha smiled like we were all best friends or something. This trick. 

I swear this girl was straight crazy. Like why show up someplace you know you aren’t wanted. She knew I didn’t like her, and the last time she was here Chris almost killed her.

“Chris, I saw Alisha at the grocery store, and I know she always spent the holidays here so I invited her.” Mama J said.

I rolled my eyes. She knew I was his new girlfriend, so I for the life of me couldn’t understand why she invited her here not even thinking about uncomfortable I’d be.

“Excuse me..” I said as I quietly dismissed myself into the kitchen, because this was beginning to be a bit too much. It was as if everything August was telling was true about Chris and these girls.

“Baby hold up, I swear I had nothing to do with her being here. I told my mama you was gonna be here.” Chris ran up behind me wrapping his arms around me.

“Chris just give me a minute alright. I have to prepare my whole entire being around not busting this girl’s ass.” I said making him chuckle.

He turned me around, and smiled “So your going to be okay?”

I nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just gimme a kiss.”

He chuckled, “I can do that.”

He softly grabbed my chin and bent down placing his lips onto mine. He placed his other hand on the small of my back to pull me closer, and just like that I got lost in his love. I placed my hands on his chest for a small moment deepening the kiss before snake my arms around his neck. I felt Chris smile softly against my lips before pulling back.

“Better?” He asked resting forehead against mine.

I blushed, and giggled “much better.”

“Alright then, so come on. Let’s introduce you to the rest of the family.” he said grabbing my hand.

I followed him in pursuit as we walked into the living room where everyone was. I really hoped his Aunt and cousins liked me. I’d hate myself if they didn’t.

“You ok baby?” Mama J asked me as I walked into the living room taking a seat next to Chris.

“Yes, mama. I’m fine. Sorry about that I needed a minute.” I said smiling at her.

“Ok everyone. Now, I know Mama has been telling you about her, sorry my new bay bay Raye." Chris said wrapping his arm around me making me blush.

"You’re prettier in person. Hi, I’m Chris’s Aunt Christine. Give me a hug baby.” she said standing front of me with her arms wide.

I stood up, and embraced her. I could feel how genuine she was, and it felt good. I looked in the corner over by Mama J, and Alisha was mugging the shit out of me. I really don’t know why she didn’t take her ass home.

“Chris, I brought you, Austin, Gonzo, and everyone our traditional socks” Alisha said getting up handing everyone but me one.

“Sorry Raye, I didn’t know you’d be here else I would’ve made you one. I’m really sorry.” she said smirking at me.

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it.” I said sitting back in my seat next to Chris annoyed.

“Where you find her at Chris? She’s way to beautiful to be your lady. You know if he ever does you wrong I’m here for you..” Chris’s cousin said to me making me giggle.

“What’s your name sweetie?” I asked.

“Oh I’m sweetie? Brownie points!! My names Austin aka your future husband.” he said making everyone but Chris laugh.

“Stay away from my girl you ugly fool, she got everything she need right here.” he said clenching his jaw.

I giggled at how jealous he was, and kissed his cheek. “Aww baby he was just playing.”

“You kids are something else Christine and I are going to get started on Christmas dinner. You kids trade y’all gifts, and get to know each other.” Mama J said getting up heading to the kitchen.

I was super excited for gift exchanges mainly because I know Chris thought I didn’t get him anything. I really wasn’t going to since I was mad at him, but I couldn’t help myself. At the time all I could think of was the smile on his face when I handed him his gift.

I got up, and walked toward the Christmas tree pulling out the three bags I had Ty secretly drop off this morning. I was way more excited about his gifts than he was for him to get them. I smiled widely, as I walked over to him handing him the gifts. Making sure to hold the very last one in my hand.

“Babe what are these? I thought I told you not to get me anything..” he said smiling.

“Well, you know I don’t listen.” I said giggling.

He opened the first one, and pulled out the new Timbs from Pharrell’s line he’s been saying he wanted for months. His face light up, and smiled so wide at me.

“Babe!!!!! You got Em!” He said loosing his mind.

He rested them back inside the box before opening his next gift. The box was filled a million, and one Bart Simpson items for him to wear, and he flipped out. He pulled me on his lap, and hugged me tight.

“You happy?” I asked smiling at him.

“I’m more than happy! Thanks baby. What’s in the last bag though?” He asked curiously taking it.

“This one I’m going to wear for you on New Year’s Eve night. We’re going to ring in 2015 with a bang.” I purred quietly in his ear.

He peaked inside the bag, and saw the little black number before smirking at me. He tucked my hair behind me ears, and smiled at him before softly pecking his lips “Thanks baby. I love you.”

I hid my face in his neck “I love you too Chris.”

“Y’all nasty, but cute.” Austin said making us laugh.

“Shut up, I gotta let my baby know I looooove her!!” Chris said attacking my fave with kisses making me giggle.

“Babe! Stop it!!!” I squealed.

I guess Chris’s little I love you comment bothered Alisha because she got up, and walked out the room. I just acted like she didn’t exist because in reality to me she didn’t.

“Y’all are so foul..” Christina said making me smack my teeth.

“Man shut your hoe ass up!” Chris gritted at her making her storm off.

I sighed and shook my head. This was going to be a long day.

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It was finally dinner time, and I was hype. Mama J could throw down! I was excited to get a taste of Aunt Christine’s cooking to. Chris has been bragging about it all day. Alisha’s ass is still here, but she’s been chilling which has me thinking she’s up to something. I really wish she’d leave.

“Kids, come on now so we could eat!” Mama J called out from the kitchen.

“Bout time.” Austin grumbled making me laugh.

We all sat at the table, of course Alisha had to speak as well as sit next to him. “Chris I made your favorite yams, and brown sugar rolls.”

“That’s dope, you remembered.” he said licking his lips eyeing them at the table.

“Hard to forget, you used to eat it all and leave none for a soul to have.” she said making everyone laugh.

“Alright join hands let’s pray."Aunt Christine said.

"Bless the food, and those who are about to partake of the food. And remember those who without family on this beautiful day. Let them feel your love, and grace. Amen.” Mama J said.

“Amen.” we all said.

“Baby can you make my plate?” Chris asked kissing my cheek.

“I’ll go make your plate Chris.” Alisha said grabbing it like a hot potatoe.

I just rolled my eyes, and picked up my plate to get my food. Chris placed his hand on the small of my back lightly so I could calm down. I could tell he was just as annoyed as I was.

“Here you go, just the way you like it.” Alisha said handing Chris his plate full.

“Thanks.” he nodded and dug in.

I finally finished loading my plate with food before I took my seat. Dinner was actually going pretty good. Then it took a turn. I swear if it wasn’t for Mama J and Aunt Christine I could’ve killed both Chris and Alisha.

“So, Alisha you still planning on going to UCLA?” Aunt Christine asked I snapped my head in Chris direction.

UCLA was Chris’s dream school. He wanted to play basketball there. I’m assuming they decided on the same school before he started dating me. I wish he would’ve told me.

“Um, yeah. Chris and I have been obsessed with that place since freshman year. I really want to get a scholarship to dance.” she gushed at the table.

“That’s good baby, you were always a smart girl..” Aunt Christine smiled.

“So Chris, did you see the gift I got you?” Alisha smiled.

“Nah.” Chris said stuffing his face not even looking her in the eye.

She got up, and grabbed a box by the Christmas tree, and brought it back for him. He drank some juice, and took it opening the box. He saw the BAPE logo on the box, and his face lit up immediately.

“You got me BAPE kicks!! This is my favorite clothing line!” He gushed.

“I know silly.” Alisha smiled, and looked at me.

“Thanks ma, these are dope.” he said hugging her briefly.

I couldn’t stand to sit here anymore, and watch so I excused myself “excuse me for a moment.”

I got up, and went out into the back yard because I felt out of place. Alisha and Chris’s family were so tight, and I was an outsider. It was normal for me to be alone, but this time it really bothered me.

“Hey baby girl, are you ok?” Chris asked me from behind.

“Just needed some air. I’m nervous and uncomfortable enough, so Alisha is just intensifying the feeling” I said lowly.

“Chris! It’s time to sing Christmas carol’s!"Alisha said coming into the back.

That was enough. I was leaving. If I didn’t leave ol’girl and I were going to have words.

"Chris I think I’m gonna go home.” I said to him, and he immediately got upset.

“The fuck you doing here?” Chris asked her, breaking me out of my thoughts. Looking at them, I could see the irritation in his face as she smirked. I didn’t see nothing funny. It’s Christmas and she wants to be petty.“

I don’t understand why she was acting like this. This girl is gorgeous as hell and she’s tripping off of Chris? She could have a million other guys.

"What do you mean? We spend every Christmas together..” She said, frowning. Shaking my head, I tried to go inside but Chris pulled me back. Why does he want me out here? I don’t wanna see this. That’s like if I brought him outside to watch August and I talk. Chris knows he’d be pissed.

“You gonna make me choke you yo, foreal. We ain’t together no more. Can you just respect that I’m with Raye? Please? Cause you really pissing her off right now. If somebody pisses her off, then I get pissed off, and if I get pissed off you not gonna like that shit.” Chris told her, nicer than I expected. Probably cause his family was here and he wasn’t trying to get into no drama.

“Why you trying to act like this now? You wasn’t acting like this a week ago when I was rid—” Chris quickly cut her off, causing me to raise an eyebrow. Oh really?

“Alisha, I swear to God..” He gritted through his teeth as she wore that same sneaky smirk on her face.

“When she was what, Chris?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. Sucking his teeth, he sighed before running his hands over his face.

Looking at Alisha like he was about to kill her, she still looked unphased. “Go in the house, babe..” He said as he and Alisha starting yelling at each other.

“No! I can’t do this.. I’m done Chris, it’s always something with you.” I sighed, trying to walk off.

“Baby, what you mean?” Chris yelled, cutting Alisha off from whatever she was saying.

When I didn’t say anything, I guess that pissed him off. “So you just gonna break up with me? You believe this bitch?” Chris asked as he looked at me in disbelief.

“I love you, I really do but I think we need a break. There’s obviously something that you’re not telling me. After this you know you’re gonna be kissing my ass and saying sorry. You can only say sorry so many times!” I yelled as Chris continued to look at me as if he was shocked.

“Raye, you not going no fucking where!” Chris yelled, yanking me back by my arm.

“Let me go!” I yelled as his grip only got tighter. Connecting my hand with his cheek, he let me go and winced in pain. Storming off, I ignored Chris as he screamed my name at the top of his lungs.

I pulled out my phone, and called the one person that always would understand “What is it?” He gritted annoyed.

“August, please come get me."I cried through the phone.

"Alright, stop crying. I’ll pick you up about two blocks away from his house.” he said.

“Ok.” I sniffled hanging up and walking to where he said.

I was really done.

Chris

I can’t believe Raye had the fucking audacity to break up with me! This shit isn’t even my fault! I wasn’t tripping this hard when she was talking to August. She kissed the nigga and everything, but I ain’t break up with her. I can’t believe her right now.

Staring at Alisha as she smirked at me, I mugged her. “Why you lie?” I asked, as she laughed like this whole situation was funny. I didn’t find a damn thing funny. I just lost my fucking girlfriend. My everything. This shit aint a fucking joke. 

“I was doing you a favor. Ole’ girl don’t even trust you.” Alisha shrugged. She was lowkey right. If Raye trusted me, she would’ve never fucking broke up with me. She should’ve known that Alisha was lying from the jump. This bitch always got tricks up her fucking sleeve. 

Taking out my phone, I tried to hit up Raye but that shit went straight to voicemail. Sighing, I just mumbled a ‘fuck it’ and put my phone back in my pocket.

She could atleast hear me out. She didn’t give me time to explain or nothing. She just bounced. I wouldn’t have did her ass like that.

I thought we had something good. I thought our relationship was doing fine, but I guess to her; it wasn’t. I see how it is though.

“I should get going, it’s getting late. It was nice being here.” Alisha said trying to walk away.

“Yea, whatever..” I said, walking her to the front door. I noticed that everybody else was leaving, too.

Watching as she got in her car, I went back into the house as she finally drove off.

Thank God I had to the house to myself cause I wanted to go cry in a fucking corner. I honestly just needed to take my ass to sleep cause I had a badass headache.

Walking upstairs to my room, I flicked the lights on so that I could see. It was mad dark in here. I ain’t know it was this late. I thought it was still the afternoon.

Stripping out of my clothes, I got under the covers and got on Instagram for a few minutes. My TL was boring as fuck and I was getting sleepy, so let me just take my ass to bed.

Getting comfortable in my King Size bed, I grabbed Raye’s teddy bear close to me. It smelled just like her.

**

Looking up at the ceiling as I woke up from my nap, I groaned loudly cause I couldn’t stop thinking about Raye’s bitch ass. I thought about calling Alisha to fuck, but nah that’s petty. I wouldn’t do Raye like that.

Grabbing my custom gold iPhone 6 off of my nightstand, I dialed Raye’s number. After ringing a couple of times, she finally answered.

“Ay nigga she don’t wanna talk. Stop calling up her damn phone. She obviously don’t wanna talk since she ain’t answering.” August chuckled as I heard Raye giggling and shit in the background. I thought I heard a moan too, but nah I know Raye’s better than that.

“The fuck yall over there doing?” I spat, as he chuckled.

“Playing with her pussy, why?” August said, bluntly. Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked at my phone in disbelief.

“My nigga you fuc—” he cut me off.

“Bye dude.” August said, before hanging up. Throwing my phone at the wall out of frustration, I let out an ear piercing scream.

Fuck Raye, foreal.

After all the shit I’ve done for her, this is the thanks I get? Fuck that bitch, I hope she happy with August. This nigga just taking all the bitches.

On God Raye better not say shit to me. If that bitch says anything to me she getting spared, I don’t give a fuck no more.

I tried to be nice to her, and this how she repay me? Back to the old Chris it is..

August

“Why would you tell him that?” Raye laughed, smacking my bare chest.

“Because I’m sick of his ass thinking he can do what he wants to you, and when he says sorry your supposed to just forget, forgive, and kiss.” I said irritated.

“Yeah, me too. I’m really done. Until Chris realizes that he can’t just walk all over me then we can’t be together anymore..” she said looking down at her hands.

“Hey,” I said grabbing her so she could lay on my chest “Fuck him man, if he can’t treat you right, believe me when I say there’s someone out there who will.”

“Why are you being so nice? I thought you were done with me.” she asked looking up at me.

I should be done with you. I thought to myself. All I’ve ever done is treat her well, and she just blows me off for that fuck nigga like I ain’t shit. I was there for her when he was bullying her and humiliating her. All in the process, I started to really catch feelings. Raye’s cool as fuck man.

“I hate to say it, but you hurt a nigga. I honestly would like to be done but I don’t think I can be. I care about you baby..” I said grabbing an L to light.

“Say it again!!!!!” She squealed.

“Say what?” I said taking a puff. Looking down at her, she had this cute lil innocent smirk on her face.

“Baby!!” She said making me smack my teeth.

“No lil nigga. You and Christina with that shit. It’s annoying as hell!!!” I said making her laugh.

“What’s up with you guys anyways? Y'all together?” She asked.

Nah, but we probably act like it. I wouldn’t even be fucking with her honestly if you ain’t run away from me that day.“ I said truthfully.

Don’t get me wrong I really care about Christina. She’s good company, and then we have that history between us. Problem is Christina isn’t Raye. It’s part of the reason I sent her home today. I’m tired of fighting Chris about his sister especially if my heart ain’t all the way into it.

So, is that why she came home with her stuff today? You told her that? Why Auggie y'all were cute.” she said making me chuckle.

“Stop acting like you don’t know that I like you Raye.” I said looking at her before caressing her cheek.

“Nah, I really thought you were over me because of what you said the last time I saw you.” She stated, referring to when I said that disrespectful ass shit to her.

“My bad baby, I was just real hurt. I shouldn’t have said that, but you don’t know how a nigga was feeling. I was mad as fuck. I had just told you I liked you and then you was still messing with Chris’ fuck ass. That shit was foul, because I done a lot of shit for you. I could’ve said no when you asked me to pick you up, but nah I’m not that type of ni–” She cut me off by crashing her lips into mines.

Giving in, I slipped my tongue in her mouth as she tugged on my belt, shocking the fuck out of me.

You sure?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

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@kyleehenke I WENT WAY OVERBOARD ON THIS ORIGINALLY I WAS JUST GONNA MAKE IT A JOKE TYPE PICTURE OOPS BUT HERE IS U OFFICIATING ME AND CRONA’S WEDDING

you see that bow on Crona’s dress tho, u see the bow on his dress? I hate that bow and it hated me while I was drawing it
please do not like or reblog if you are kin or anything related with Crona, thank you for helping me keep my anxiety at a minimum!   ^u^ /)

So this is (part of) jailbreak, but in the opal au. I know Amethyst usually put in Ruby’s spot and Pearl is put in Sapphire’s, but I decided to swap it, because bpd-amethyst and others were talking about it and it just makes more sense to me in all honesty.

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anonymous asked:

Could you be any further up bravevulnerabilities' ass with all those recs? Jesus.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I've been sick the past couple days and just feeling awful and was wondering if I could request some fluffy stiles look after sick Derek or vis versa? I'd really apperciate it if you can get around to it! I love your writing by the way!

*wraps you in blanket* Hope you feel better soon, buddy. Have some fluff. ♥

“Derek, stop!” Stiles only just managed to pull the bowl of hot soup back, before Derek’s swatting hand knocked it out of his own. “You’re gonna make me spill it, and I do not want first degree burns just because you’re a giant baby.”

Derek groaned, his nose scrunching but his eyes staying closed. “Not hungry,” he managed to get out in a low grumble, his lips barely moving but judging by the dramatic eye roll Stiles did, the words were clear enough.

“Yeah well, you’re gonna have to eat something,” he said, leaving the bed momentarily to put the bowl of soup on the bedside table. “You haven’t eaten all day and it’s dinner time, so you either eat willingly and I’m gonna force feed you.”

“I’ll puke on you,” came the mumbled warning followed by a heavy sigh.

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