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rcligions replied to your post:i hate fluffy grey & aza , not bc i in general...

and aza is loving it ):

which is why i hate it even more :(

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wsyhudjk i just had more meme ideas ok / "i have a confession to make.. i used your car whilst you were away." / "that wine doesn't belong to me." / "oh, i'm sorry, is my accent, which i can't fucking help, annoying you?" / "i'll just go out and leave you guys to it."

"i have a confession to make.. i used your car whilst you were away."

“i know you did.” he’s lying of course, but he can’t help himself. the way aza’s eyes glaze over with fear when he succeeds at intimidating him ( more than he already does, at least ) gives him a sense of accomplishment, it makes him feel like he’s done something right. “what?” he lets out an amused chuckle as he stares back at the younger male, who’s clearly perplexed as to how grey could’ve possibly known. he’d almost forgotten how exciting it is to lie to aza and prove his control over him. “you thought i wouldn’t find out? but at least you’re not lying to me, that’s a big accomplishment for you.” he taunts, completely oblivious to the irony of the statement.

"that wine doesn't belong to me."

“of course it doesn’t.” he rolls his eyes as he grabs a hold of the half empty wine bottle and examines it. he takes a few steps towards aza and lifts his gaze, he’s perfectly calm and offers no warning sign whatsoever before he violently throws the bottle against the ground. the sound of shattering glass coaxes no reaction out of him, not even a flinch. he pays no attention to the spilled liquid and the shards of glass at his feet and instead leans in closer towards aza, his unforgiving gaze still fixated on him. “now clean it up.”

"oh, i'm sorry, is my accent, which i can't fucking help, annoying you?"

grey rolls his eyes, he’s never had much appreciation for aza’s wit and this time wasn’t any different. that paired with the fact aza took it upon himself to curse at him, a blatant sign of disrespect ( or at least that’s what grey was taught by his father ), was enough to make grey’s mood change for the worst. “yeah it fucking is!” he shouts in response, he exhales a frustrated sigh right after before glancing at aza. “so either shut your fucking mouth or i’ll shut it for you.”

"i'll just go out and leave you guys to it."

he reaches out towards aza and wraps his hand tightly around his forearm, a regular occurrence, regular enough that it wouldn’t be surpising if aza was left with a permanent mark from it. his grip is tight but everyone’s oblivious to it. “babe, you’re not going anywhere.” he’s said those words many times before but they were uncharacteristically kind this time, almost pleading. the last time grey’s friends were around he made the mistake of letting his temper get the best of him, and even if none of them were very fond of aza they all clearly paid enough attention to their relationship to question him about that night. he’d heard enough of ‘is everything okay between you two? are you breaking up?’ to know that he had to paint himself as the perfect boyfriend in front of them, he couldn’t risk anyone ( specially his friends ) getting suspicious. “just sit down next to me, yeah? in fact we were just talking about you, i was telling them how lucky i am to be married to you.” 

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rcligions replied to your post:rcligions replied to your post:i like how things...

we shoul do the first time it ever went to shit one time

asjgdsaaf YES , i cant wait to cry :)

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rcligions replied to your post:i like how things have aligned , Like tomorrow is...

it’ll be less painful for about …. six replies …. and then .. pain again

w them it’s Literally unrealistic to even hope for something that’s not painful ,  everything is painful. stuff like making cereal is painful w them Smh :/ reminds me i still hate u for making that tag of them previously, i Dont need or want to think abt how good they were for a few months before it all went to shit :///

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rcligions replied to your post:random thought ,,, but what do aza and grey do...

they watch the grinch because its aza’s fave

Good !! that was the q i most needed an answer to im not gonna lie. the grinch is my fav christmas movie also. more proof aza is my son

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"I'm glad you're back." / "I was going to finish it." / "it's not what it looks like."

“I’m glad you’re back.”

“that’s nice.” he murmurs, not offering aza so much as a glance in his direction as he walks past him. he should’ve been happy to see aza, he’d had a long two weeks and any reasonable person would be happy to see their husband after being apart from them so long but grey was feeling the opposite. there was no doubt in his mind that aza had a great time without him and he had already made a mental note to make sure aza wasn’t lying about where he had been and what he was doing when he was gone. it takes him awhile before he finally manages to look at aza and his eyebrows furrow slightly, he’s not sure if his bruises had almost healed or if he’s wearing concealer. either way he can’t stand to look at him and it’s safe to say he’s never hated him more than he hated him right that moment. scratch that, it was more a mix of hate and jealousy that he was feeling. hate because he had decided that it was solely aza’s fault the last two weeks were so awful, and jealousy because the fading bruises on aza’s face only reminded grey of how vivid and obvious his own were. the feeling wouldn’t last though, grey was already beginning to feel the all too familiar urge to have his fists collide with his husband’s tattered skin. there was little occupying his thoughts, the only thing he was thinking about was what his reason was going to be. all he needed was something, anything to set him off and the rest would run like a script. a painfully cruel script; ‘i know what’s good for you’, ‘i just wish you’d listen to me’, ‘i do it because i love you’ always the same exact lines, no wonder he was always able to deliver them so perfectly. “listen aza,” he sighs as he rubs his face irritably, the sudden surge of pain caused by his fingers grazing the sensitive skin making him take in a sharp breath - this is how aza feels all the time, he thinks, but the thought causes grey absolutely no grief. “i’m too fucking tired to even look at you, can we do all the catching up bullshit later?”

“I was going to finish it.”

he rolls his eyes, exactly what he didn’t want to hear right now and he was growing restless trying to stop himself from starting a fight over it. he figures he can always bring it up tomorrow, or any other day for that matter. “that’s not good enough.” he replies coldly and it must sting just as much as it did the first time he said it all those years ago. it’s nothing new though, it was established long ago that nothing was good enough for grey, each time things got better he went out of his way to turn the scales ( always in his favor, of course ). his looming presence closes in on aza, he places his hand on aza’s shoulder and sighs. “i’m disappointed.” he contemplates getting rid of the leftovers but he isn’t one to waste food so he places what’s left of the meal in the fridge before turning back to face aza again. “you’ll try again in an hour and you’ll finish it then.”

"it’s not what it looks like.“

“it’s not?” he scoffs as his eyebrows raise in question, he wouldn’t mind hearing what possible explanation aza could have to rationalize the situation at hand. “because,” he starts, his toned physique standing up from the bed before he paces across the room towards aza. he moves with a sort of quiet grace, a perfect contrast to the violent being he truly was. “if i didn't know any better i'd say it looks like you’re trying to sneak out.” he folds his arms across his chest. they’re standing more than a few feet apart but it still must feel like grey is breathing down his neck. “well? i’m all ears to hear what your excuse is.”

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rcligions replied to your post:can somebody code me a new theme pls and thank

can u code me one pls thanks

no u need to code me one 

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"can i please go out tomorrow? i'm so bored." / "im not hungry, but if you're going out could you get me a coffee?" / "i can't cover this with concealer." / "why is jayden here? does he not have a fucking home?" / "i'm not sleeping in the same room as you when you're like this." / "can i wear this?" / [text] are there people downstairs?? if i'm going to come down i'm going to have to put shit on my face / "my phone? oh, it's broken."

“can i please go out tomorrow? i’m so bored.”

there’s a moment of silence before his perplexed gaze settles on the younger male. “go out? you mean by yourself?” he licks his lips, the scoffs that follows slowly growing into a proper laugh. he’s amused to say the least, unsure whether this was another rare attempt of aza’s to try and stand up to him or if he was jus testing his luck ( again ). “why the fuck not, huh? let’s just call up all your dumb friends, have a fuckin’ party and everything!” he can’t bring himself to contain his laughter as he goes on, he was pissed aza would even dare ask him a question like that but at least he was getting some entertainment because of it. “and i should stay home i’m guessing? i can just sit and wait while you go out and make one stupid decision after the other.” he’s lost his sense of humour by now, each word spitting out of his mouth like a threat. “honestly, if you think you can handle what i’m going to do once you get home then i’m sure as fucking hell not stopping you from going anywhere.”

“im not hungry, but if you’re going out could you get me a coffee?”

he’s half way out the door, hand still gripping the door handle when he’s forced to stop himself. he clears his throat, eyebrows furrowed as he glances at aza. “we talked about this.” he tilts his head to the side as an irritated sigh spills past his lips. “i was serious when i said no more coffee, it’s bad for you.” as if coffee was the worst thing to happen to aza so far. “i think i’ll just get you breakfast like i said i would, i’m sure you’ll be hungry by the time i get back home.”

“i can’t cover this with concealer.”

he glances at aza, the ( familiar ) sight of a fresh bruise surrounding his eye not affecting grey at all. he stays silent as he walks across the room towards him, his digits gripping at aza’s jaw to turn his head to the side so he can look at the bruise closely. “sure you can. you’ve had worse.” it’s an honest observation and they both know it, but it was also true that the aftermath of grey’s outbursts were getting harder and harder for aza to hide, though that wasn’t something grey was willing to accept or acknowledge. “do your best. either cover it up or i’ll make sure you have twice as much to cover.”

“why is jayden here? does he not have a fucking home?”

“shut up.” he spits, tilting his head to check on his best friend that was oblivious to the conversation going down only a few feet away from him. “don’t fucking piss me off tonight aza, i swear.” there was no further explanation but it was perfectly obvious it was nothing less than a threat that just came out of his mouth. “either be nice or stay upstairs for the rest of the night, your fucking choice.”

“i’m not sleeping in the same room as you when you’re like this.”

the anger that was present during the fight they’d just had was still more than present inside him and it only grew stronger at aza’s words. “what the fuck’s that supposed to even mean? since when do you call the shots ‘round here, huh?” he shouted furious, his features perfectly reflecting just how pissed off she was, the urge to lash out at aza only growing stronger with each second. “you’ll sleep wherever i tell you to sleep. in fact, you’re fucking know i’m the one who makes the final decisions around here.” by now his hands were squeezed tightly into fists, itching to further prove just how in control he was. “i can’t even fucking look at you, maybe you really should sleep somewhere else. in fact why don’t you just sleep in one of the spare rooms for the next week. that’s what you want, right?”

“can i wear this?”

it was going to be their first appearance together since they’ve gotten back together ( and gotten married ) and grey wasn’t willing to settle for anything less than perfection. given his standards that was undoubtedly unattainable but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to at least try to achieve it. “no, makes you look too skinny. which you are anyway, but you know what i mean.” he frowns as his eyes scan the inside of their closet. “where’s that black shirt i got you a few months ago? that looked good on you, i doubt it still does but at least it’s designer.” he trailed on, a heartless statement but it was nothing new coming from grey. “god, i already regret saying yes to going to this event, i should just cancel it. or go by myself.”

[text] are there people downstairs?? if i’m going to come down i’m going to have to put shit on my face

( MINE - 20.21PM ) — yeah, my friends are over

( MINE - 20.23PM ) — and i don’t remember telling u to come downstairs??

( MINE - 20.24PM ) — just stay upstairs, dont need u to ruin another night with my friends anyway

“my phone? oh, it’s broken.”

“what do you mean it’s broken? since when?” he furrows his brows, he’d checked his phone only a day ago and it worked perfectly fine so he couldn’t help but think aza was lying to him. “just give me your fucking phone.” he insists, reaching out his hand towards aza. “besides, if it really is broken then it’s a good thing. i’ve been thinking of getting you a new phone anyway.”