#she deserves it after all the BULLSHIT she went through for yall

[anonymocha]

They’re beefing.

#dear bluepoch mesmer uttu skin when #she deserves it after all the BULLSHIT she went through for yall #Medicine Pocket #Mesmer Jr #Lucy #reverse 1999 #mochagaming #actually people may beat me up for this #but Lucy playable when #pleading emoji pleading emoji pleading emoji #I am not above robots

[hemmingshouse]

a long forever / chris sturniolo

summary: chris tries to make things right with you after he fucked up big time.

warnings: swearing, mentions of prior cheating, angst (but semi happy ending!!)

let me know if yall want a part twoooo x

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“if you truly don’t give a shit about me and fuck me over in the first place, then why the fuck are you here?” you asked him sternly, sighing deeply before rubbing your eyes - the crying you had done prior had irritated them massively. “please enlighten me christopher, because i have no. fucking. clue.”

the brunette sighed softly, letting his hands roam through his hair. he had messed up so bad this time and he wasn’t sure how to fix it - if that was even possible to begin with.

you and chris had been keeping it on the down low with each other for a while now. you went on silly little dates, got to know his best friends and brothers and loved to spend most of the week at his apartment; lounging around the place and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies for around five months now.

it all went so well. slowly you started to appear more on his tiktoks and the sturniolo channel, making the fans think you two at least spent time together because of the massive tension between the two of you. you met his family, had even stayed in boston for the holiday season and went on a little getaway together for your birthday.

“i care so fucking much about you! i- just- please listen to me,” chris pleaded as he stood in your kitchen, hands running over his face in pure desperation, “i have never felt this way before. about anyone. i swear.”

you scoffed at his words, shaking your head in disbelief, “remember when we said we’d at least be honest if we felt this wouldn’t work out so the friendship we had wouldn’t go to waste?” you motioned between the two of you, “you lied to me. god, you’re the biggest motherfucker i have ever met, christopher. i wasted my time on you. on us. on whatever the fuck we were.”

ouch, full government name - for the second time. he knew you weren’t fucking around.

he deserved all of that. every curse word you spat at him, every raise of your voice. it pained and sickened matt to see you go from adoring him so much till it hurt to now hating every inch of his fiber. to see you hurt because of his actions made him sick to his stomach. he had never meant to kiss the girl back after she tried to force herself onto him, but he knew there was no fair explanation towards you to begin with.

“babe,” he spoke up, voice trembling as you held your hand up to silently stop him from speaking up more. he noticed how your lower lip quivered and how salty tears were pricking your eyes, the fatigue taking over your body after fighting for three and a half hours.

“you kissed her back,” you spoke, a shiver running down your spine. “and i know we were never official to begin with,” you acknowledged, “but you truly made it feel that fucking way.”

it happened when he was in downtown la, where he and his brothers joined sam and colby as they were filming a brand new series about the cecil hotel whilst you were busy finishing your last year of marketing. they got drunk, went out to meet up at one of sam’s friends and one thing lead to another.

his confession back then was enough for you to silence him with a nod, grab the duffel bag he brought on his trip and push him out of your apartment. his pleas came from the other side of the door, hoping you’d let him explain what exactly happened during that night.

you didn’t wanna hear it. you didn’t wanna hear anything about chris and another girl, not when you thought he was done with fucking around when he started dating you. you figured that meeting his family, spending time with his friends and appear on his channel actually meant he wanted to be serious with you too.

“you don’t deserve any of this bullshit i put you through,” chris told you sincerely as he watched you calm down a bit, anger replacing itself with a self conscious mindset. “i’m so fucking sorry y/n, there’s no explanation for any of this. i know you don’t wanna hear it but i wanna show you what you truly mean to me. promise i’ll make it right.”

“you do know your promises currently mean nothing to me after everything, right?” you asked him while pouring yourself a glass of wine, “you could be begging on your bare knees for me and i still wouldn’t believe a single word you say.”

“i know,” chris sighed softly, running his hands across his face. “i wanna be better for you. for us. you deserve so much better- i just want you to know it didn’t mean anything to me, alright? i- you- fuck, i love y-”

“do not finish that sentence,” you warned him before taking a sip of your wine, “i don’t wanna hear it if you’re not sure.”

“who says i’m not sure?” he asked you sincerely, “and what do you want to hear?” chris asked you seriously, arms crossing in front of his chest. “i’ll literally do anything if it proofs i’m only into you. i wouldn’t have let matt drive me here trying to make you forgive me if i didn’t care about you. i fucking miss you,” he breathed out, shaking his head slowly, “i don’t have the words to say how sorry i am i messed it up. how i messed us up. and i’ll do anything to gain your trust, let you know how much you mean to me, okay?”

his words caused your heart to flutter slightly, palms a bit sweaty as you were starting to fall back into old habits. chris had a way with words and the way he sounded so sincere made you think that maybe - after all - he was speaking the truth about the entire fiasco.

you shrugged your shoulders, sighing softly, “i just hope you know you’re a fucking asshole and i hate you,” you cleared your throat, your voice coming out soft and quiet, “but i appreciate the fact you got me flowers and tried to calm me down with some wine.”

chris couldn’t help but grin at your statement as he noticed you turned your body away from him whilst sitting on the high barstool at your kitchen island. it was something you usually did when you two had an argument because you knew if you looked into his beautiful blue eyes - you’d be a goner and would forget what you guys even fought about in the beginning.

“yeah?” he asked you, the smirk clearly tinting his voice as he stepped closer to where you were sitting on the barstool, “look at me, please?”

you let out a sigh once again after taking a large sip of your wine, placing the glass back onto the marble kitchen counter. your eyes darted upwards a little, noticing how close chris had gotten in the meantime. his unruly hair, sleepy eyes and curious gaze had you hooked - you knew you were fucked and putty in his hands once again.

“i’m supposed to be so mad at you,” you mumbled as chris placed his hands onto your clothed thighs, spreading them apart so he was able to stand in between your legs.

“you’re still allowed to be,” he admitted, one hand raising upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand cup your jaw afterwards. “as long as you know i’ll forever try to make it up to you. in every single way possible.”

“forever’s a long time y’know,” you spoke softly, playing with the hem of his oversized t-shirt as you gazed into his eyes.

he chuckled, “as long as i can spend it with you, i truly do not mind.”

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo

[mrstsung]

Vent below if you like liu kang this post isn't for you. This is basically an anti liu kang and really angry post.

Giving y'all a warning.

Again DNI if you like liu kang or "stan" him. Or are a fire god liu kang fan. Because this post isn't for you.

Like I'm giving a warning for a reason because im not gonna be nice rn. I choose violence today ok?

Trying to cite warnings and tag this so people don't get up in arms. (Which they may anyways but hey thats on them if they click further)

Cw:vent,angry admin.

Last warning. If you like liu kang. Plz for the love of god dni and keep scrolling. But if you dont like him. And especially hate fire god liu kang. Plz Continue.

Vent below cut

If you like or stan liu kang but more so mk12/mk1 god *redacted titans derogatory* liu kang.

Kick rocks. He's an asshole. Have a nice die liu kang. 💀🗑⚰

Nah. You can miss me with that. Liu kang deserves nothing but death and suffering. In fact everyone BUT shang tsung deserves it.

Nah if yall would have gave shang something actually decent,livable,love and care,maybe a fucking decent friend that wasn't a previous roster member?,etc. None of this would be a problem. But nope. Liu kang had to be a petty whore bitch with bias agenda. Could have made him evil and made him like dark raiden. But nope you had to make him insufferable and unlikable.

Like a guy who hides behind the im nice,till you disagree or reject his ideals and suddenly you're gaslighted and given shit. Omg much like religious indoctrination. How interesting. But they dont wanna talk about that.

People don't wanna talk about how shitty the writing is. But people don't care so as long as the characters are pretty and fuckable enough. But the more things change the more they stay the same i guess.

Everytime i see mk12/mk1 liu kang i wanna spit on him and punch him and set him on fire and just want him dead and gone for good. Because i fucking hate him. I have never hated even kronika this bad,more so i felt she was a waste of potential, and redundant af. Nah He deserves die.

Like go to Super hell liu kang. Piss off with your shitty fanfic Timeline. Loser bitch ass hiding behind a fake ass smile and preaching peace. Peace my ass. Shit happened anyways. Makes fucking shinnok look like a fucking saint sweetheart in comparison.

Like im not even joking. I don't even care about his reasons. I dont even care what canon says. Or these fucking mk1 liu kang fans say anymore. Im tired.

Which we all know it's because he has weird hang ups over kitana when he could have just fucking left,said fuck it and married her anyways. She would have said yes. But he had to be weird about it,roundabout af,and make everyone suffer because he couldn't get edanian pussy.

Or it's because maybe he thinks he can do better than raiden. The arrogant prick. Nah that god dilf raised you and you give him this shit?! After all he went through?! Thi s is the thanks you give him?! Liu kang im not just disappointed in you im disappointed in the fact raiden didn't kill you off when he had the chance when he went dark. Would've Saved us a shitty game and a half.

Like liu kang did all the things and still had bad things if not worse things. Happen. Preaching peace and prosperity my ass. Fake ass ugly ass hoebag bitch. I hope he chokes on his spit in his sleep. I hope sand get in his ass and never comes out. I hope he dies from this bullshit lame tarkat disease and gets ultra mega plague. I just fucking hate it man.

The villains are lame. The story is lame. Liu kangs fanfic is lame. And nrs is lame.

I'd rather deal with the shitty 2021 movie than this shit. I'd rather deal with shitty writing in mk11 than this. Fr. At least it's entertaining shit.

And shang tsung isn't a fucking dumpster fire in the story. Shao kahn while a meathead is still terrifying. Quan chi isn't there but in 10 he was fucking beeeeeast. Shinnok. Poor shinnok. You deserve better. Cetrion was a waste. Kronika too. Geras was actually scary,but now he's a tool.

Legitimately the gameplay is just juggle better,gimmicky kameos bullshit,and same ol crap different wrapper.

Mk12/mk1? More like mk11.5 . Nothing changes thats worth the money.

I can find better shit on emulators.

Graphics aside what does the new game really truly have to offer? Nothing.

Wishful thinking. Like a bag of lays chips but unlike potato chips which is useful. This game sadly. Is not.

(Liu kang is only valid if he's from the 95 movie thats it. Fuck every other version. But even then it's thin ice at this point. Nrs has ruined liu kang for me.)

So yeah kick rocks liu kang. I hate liu kang and anyone who stans his ass rn in the story and the new game can fuck right off.

#vent #mortal kombat #this is a Liu kang hate post so dni if you like him #but more so if you like mk12/mk1 liu kang #cw vent #cw: vent #admin in not nice today #admin is not nice to liu kang rn #all this potential....wasted

[sayinlaknight-yeah]

All Out PPV thoughts

Just My opinions beware I don’t hold back✋🏼

Not even gonna speak about the Casino ladder match. The guy in the mask has to be max if it’s not fuck that match too.

First off, the elite winning the trios? Fuck off. I’m tired of Kenny Omega and the EVP’s giving themsleves belts. Dark order deserved that win. Page and his besties deserved that, but instead he’s gonna have to live with thinking he’s screwed up the match for Silver and Reynolds and I can’t go through that sadness guys.

Jade and Athena? Look I love Jade but I’m fucking tired of her and her reign. It’s boring. Its old and I’m over it. She’s making me feel how Charlotte flair made me feel. I could go on and on about how this is exactly how WWE treated Charlotte and now AEW is doing it to Jade. She’s TOO OP, she’s ran through all the women already so like??? Who’s gonna beat her?? Or is she just going to hold the title forever and be the undertaker 2.0 like let’s not do that yall I’m for Jade being a beast but for gods sake change it up already.

MCMGs Vs FTR fucking 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 10/10 give me the guns as heels everyday no better heels than those two dilf twinks. (Wardlow and lethal were there too but I frankly don’t care because they didn’t need to be. But it was cute seeing Dax’s daughter snap a pencil in half and pin sonjay AND JOE JOE IS BACK I LOVE JOE)

THE ACLAIMED SHOULDVE WON IDFC THEY TOO DESERVED THAT WIN. The Chicago crowd thinks so too. LIKE THEYRE FUCKING GREAT THEYRE CHARISMATIC THEYRE FUN THEYRE UNIQUE LIKE GIVE THEM WHAT THEY DESERVE!!!!!!

Ricky and Hobbs wasn’t even memorable I forgot it happened.

Toni winning was okay, I would’ve preferred Jamie simply to see the drama and a fallout between her and Britt. They’ve been teasing it for months and Jamie is the perfect person to put Britt in her place because it’s needed to be done for the last year.

Literally. What the fuck was the Christian and Jack match. Like I knew Lucha was gonna betray Jack at first I thought Jack was finna be a little shit and being out Christian’s ex wife bc that would’ve been GOLD A squash match for what?? For why?? They could’ve fucking done that shit on dynamite like what does it give?? It gave nothing. Besides seeing jacks mom slap the shit outa Christian as she should. But literally fuck that match. It was bullshit. I could write a whole essay on why I’m pissed with how they handled that match.

I fucking wish Jerihoe would retire. I’m tired of him too AND stupid ass J.A.S. Hateful fucking cheating ass bitch. I’m at my god damn limit. WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE HIM OUT PERMANANTLY??? HAGER TOO. Goodbye I’m done with them all (let Danny boy join bcc and then obliterate all of them for good. Thank you.)

HOB Vs Sting, Darby and Miro. First off Julia killed that fucking entrance, literally thought she was Stevie Nicks for a minute like okay spooky barefoot queen love you and your spooky dads/brother keep being spooky. This match feels personal af and idk how to feel about it tbh like it’s hard hitting and just screams personal personal. Anyways HOB needs to be on screen more and that’s a fact goodbye JAS give us fucking HOUSE OF BLACK for the love of GOD. And where did sting get mist?? He’s never had mist?? You’re really gonna make HOB look like jobbers? I can’t. Yet another fucking match that should’ve went the other way. Fuck this PPV.

I don’t even care about punk vs mox bc they’re prolly gonna have punk win and I just can’t stand to watch that after the shitshow that Tony Kahn has done tonight I don’t even care if Max IS the one under the mask and rips the title out of punks hands it will make no difference.

I genuinely thought I was watching a bad WWE PPV and I honestly wish I WAS because what the fuck was this shit?? I’m so glad I didn’t pay $60 for this garbage and instead illegally watched it because if I had I genuinely would’ve thrown myself off my balcony.

#literally this PPV feels like the twilight zone #everything that could go bad went bad #like what the fuck Tk??? #I’m so pissed like genuinely #all out ppv lb #all out ppv #aew #all out aew

[cyarskj1899]

He isn’t better than Tory himself so who makes him think that he can say anything about this

Kodak if you don't shut yo throwback Flava Flav Flavor of Love looking ahhs up!

One thing ive noticed is yall criminals stick together. You would still be locked down if that other criminal hadn't pardoned you!

Funky ahhs..😡

Forget the fact that Tory showed us numerous times that he’s an angry little man outside of this whole Meg situation… 😒

When it comes to men and the bar…he is literally below the bare minimum of the bare minimum bar. The type of men defending Tory is the type of men women should run from.

Kodak Black Takes Aim at Jay-Z & Megan Thee Stallion Over Tory Lanez Shooting Conviction [Video]

Walker

December 28, 2022 10:43 AM PST

Kodak Black has spoken out against Tory Lanez’s guilty verdict in his felony assault case involving Megan Thee Stallion, taking aim at JAY-Z and the Houston Hottie in the process.

via: Rap-Up

The “Super Gremlin” rapper went live on Instagram on Christmas Eve and shared his support for Tory, who was convicted on all three charges for shooting Megan Thee Stallion.“This shit ain’t right, homie. For real, bro,” said Kodak, who collaborated with Tory on “F**k With You.” “And Tory Lanez a good ni**a, bro.”

“This shit fu**ing with my Christmas Eve ’cause everybody shit ain’t for me to speak on,” he continued. “But it’s like ni**as ain’t finna talk about that. Ni**as finna act like this shit ain’t even happen. I don’t know. I wasn’t in the courtroom. But at the same time, if it is some fu**ed up shit going on, ni**as ain’t gonna wanna say nothing because of this whole politics bullshit.”

Kodak Black says Tory Lanez verdict isn’t right and it’s messed up. pic.twitter.com/0GFlkACRww

— Daily Loud (@DailyLoud) December 28, 2022

He then alluded to the conspiracy theories that JAY-Z, whose company Roc Nation manages Megan, somehow influenced the verdict. “And then all of this JAY-Z shit, homie. But bro, I don’t like that shit nan bit.”“Now, I’m a God-fearing ni**a,” Kodak added. “If my brudda actually did that shit, homie, God gon’ see it through to where he get the justifiable punishment he feel like he deserve for that.”Kodak went on to claim that he is against men who abuse women before questioning Megan’s credibility and the evidence presented in court.“They done caught this female in a few lies and shit,” he said. “And then, how the f**k you find a ni**a guilty for shooting a bitch, when ain’t no evidence behind it? Y’all talking ’bout, bitch had gun residue on fam and another person. And ain’t nobody came through and say, ‘Oh yeah, he did that shit.’ That shit don’t sit well with me.”Following a trial that lasted nearly two weeks, a Los Angeles jury convicted Tory on all three charges against him: assault with a semiautomatic handgun, carrying a loaded, unregistered firearm in a vehicle, and discharging a firearm with gross negligence. He faces up to 22 years in prison and deportation when he is sentenced on Jan. 27.While Kodak was sympathetic towards Tory, Adele shared her support for Megan after the guilty verdict was announced.

“Well today, tonight, I would like to wish Meg Thee Stallion a very, very merry, merry Christmas!” she said during her Las Vegas show on Friday. “Girl, get your peace. Do whatever you want now, baby! I love ya!”

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[snekdood]

whats really unfortunate is im p sure my sister was the catalyst for why people in my town like to just gossip and make shit up about me without asking. like it started with her talking to my middle school bully about me behind my back, probably telling her all kinds of bullshit bc my sisters a compulsive liar, then that bully followed me to highschool for a brief moment before leaving, spreading all the bullshit that started at my old school to my new one before dipping. and then people started making shit up about me at highschool. i was so excited to finally get a fresh start in highschool only for that bitter cunt to come along and sour shit for no fucking reason bc idk she has a weird hate boner for me, who can say (maybe it was some bullshit my sister said 🙃 i wonder!). and since my high school was way bigger and she had a wider range of people, word just spread through the grapevine of whatever dumb shitppl were coming up with mixed with actual events that happened that painted me in an embarrassing light or whatever. and im like. kinda sure that the only reason my ex decided to turn on me so hard, shaming me in every capacity down to just who i am inherently was bc alllll of those stupid rumors came to them after we broke up. like. yall just wont let me escape this NOR EVEN GIVE ME THE FUCKING CHANCE TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT IN ANY CAPACITY. why in the FUCK are you SO FUCKING INVESTED IN TRYING TO FUCK UP MY LIFE?? WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE??? LEAVE ME THE FRESH FUCK ALONE!!! IF YOU’RE STILL TALKING ABOUT ME AFTER HIGHSCHOOL WITH PEOPLE WE WENT TO HIGHSCHOOL WITH YOU LITERALLY HAVENT MATURED FOR SHIT AND I FEEL BAD FOR YOU ABOUT THAT. LIKE HOLY FUCK. yall are dense self absorbed pieces of shits who think you’re so above whoever you decide to throw under the bus but you’re literally the same staple mediocre mean girl from every other fucking school anyone has ever fucking seen. if you’re not even going to give me a list of my sins. if none of you assholes are even going to approach me to ASK ME DIRECTLY IF WHAT SOMETHING SOMEONE SAID WAS TRUE. INSTEAD OF HANGING OUT WITH ME TO SECRETLY GET INFO AND HOPEFULLY GET INFO ABOUT THAT OUT OF ME. IF YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOING TO WELCOME ME INTO THE GOSSIP CIRCLE SO I CAN TELL ALL OF YOU **AT THE VERY LEAST** MY PERSPECTIVE, OH, LETS FORGET BELIEVING VICTIMS WHEN IT COMES TO ME, REMEMBER, IM PROBABLY LYING ABOUT EVERYTHING MY FAMILY OR ANYONE WHOS ABUSED ME HAS EVER DONE RIGHT LOL 🤪 KILL YOURSELF. You literally dont deserve anything you could ever benefit from being my friend. i hope all of you selfish drama-vampires, who apparently cant survive without gossiping like its fucking air, rot

#anyways yall remind me of a catholic cult #anyways idc what happens to anyone in my old town either #yall basically exiled me so now i just kinda dont give a single fuck or shit what happens to any of you c: ! #hows it feel bitch? #dont think imma do anything for any of yall if you ever need me to. dont think ill be there. lord knows none of you were. #lord knows none of you cared #what. whats your justification for treating me this way? #tell me in detail. exactly. why? #because i grew up rich? well so did my sister and brother and yall had no issues with them #because i was blonde or something? because i was confident? because i didnt know how to socialize in an Un Weird Way? #because i liked playing pretend? because i liked drawing? because i watched tv shows and liked making ocs and drawing tv show characters #fucking or whatever? #is this really my greatest sins? #bc like before highschool? yall dont really have shit to hang on for why you treated me the way you did. like AT ALL. #granted bc of ptsd i cant remember much of my childhood anyways but i knew i didnt hate anyone ever #otherwise why would i keep letting my middle school bully in to interact with me and hoping we could mend things and become friends? #only for her each time to lie and go make fun of me with other people in the class? #and when it came to highschool. the worst thing about me was that i thought it was ok for me to say slurs it 100% wasnt ok for me to say #bc i was under the impression that 'the world was peaceful now and these thingsd didnt have impact and ppl could start saying whatever and #it wouldnt hurt people anymore and the world is healing and its just a word now and my brothers friends seem ok when he does it so?' #yeah ik ik i was optimistic. maybe my middle school couldve done a better job at emphasizing that *those were still issues people faced #and that the world isnt healed and perfect and that it doesnt always get better' bc one of my teachers 100% directed me to the- #it gets better website #regardless. that along with group roasting sessions essentially with my brother and his friends where we made fun of the way we all looked #kinda made me think saying some things were okay that weren't. not an excuse but i wasnt a fucking bigot and ill die on that hill :)! #and sure i got into new age conspiracy theories but *i* didn #'t know it was anti semitici in nature. ive mentioned before that any websited i read never mentioned jewish people EVER #i just liked the idea of aliens being real as it was an idea i never let myself explore before. i was more into demons initially sdhdhgs. #aliens and the new version of spirituality which essentially promised me everything as long as i believe strong enough lol #regardless- im pretty sure other ppl at the time didnt know it was bad either. or if they did. then they should take issue with my ex nick

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pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble(?), smut, college au

synopsis: “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

warnings: slight angst, arguing, dubcon, mild violence

word count: 4.7k

a/n: ima need yall to submit jk gifs cuz it is taking me TOO long to find a good one 👺 not proofread.

The weekend is fun: students’ two days of temporary rest and catching up on their assignments. Jungkook doesn’t concern himself with the latter, but he does enjoy waking up later in the day and lying down on the grass with his arms crossed under his head, bathing in the sun without any worries. It’s peaceful, thinking thoughts of you with dimmed eyes while the breeze gently wafts past him.

But of course, Taehyung wouldn’t let him just enjoy his day without a hint of irritation. Good things never last anyway. He’s sitting in the middle of the field, a hot spot for relaxation, and feels the soil under his palms while observing his surroundings. Yoongi is with them, munching on a few snacks while scrolling through his phone as it quietly plays music.

“The girl at the party,” Taehyung begins before glancing at Jungkook through his sunglasses, “she was alone when I came back. You weren’t around either; did you cum too soon or something? I saw you two kiss.”

“I left,” Jungkook mumbles without opening his eyes.

“Why?”

“I was bored.”

“And where did you go?” he pries.

“None of your business.”

Taehyung scoffs at his dismissal before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I do have a guess.”

“Don’t start,” Yoongi warns him without looking up. The two best friends usually get into arguments in a matter of seconds daily, and Yoongi just wants to spend his day without having to break up a fight. Just this once, he hopes… but hope doesn’t save him.

“I’m just wondering if you actually went all the way back to campus to fuck another girl, who coincidentally also does your homework.” His tone is cool and collected, but it borders on mocking that usually goes unnoticed. He’s been around these two too long for them to miss, however. Yoongi sighs, dreading the response already.

Jungkook sits up on his elbows with a glare directed towards Taehyung. “How’s your ex holding up, Tae? You think she cheated on another guy yet?”

Neither of the two friends have a filter around them, no consideration for their words as they apathetically insult one another; but Jungkook can go too far, especially by bringing up old wounds. 

Taehyung was in a toxic relationship with his first girlfriend of two years, which took a huge toll on his mindset. Constant infidelity, endless forgiving, make up sex and catching her with another man after: a cycle that went on for over 24 months. The concept of love became tainted in his eyes, no longer interacting with the opposite gender if not to get laid, and Jungkook’s commensalistic - rather parasitic - relationship doesn’t disprove his hateful ideology. Love only consists of two people: a host who provides, and the parasite that selfishly takes it all. 

But he isn’t over the pain that lasted a year after the break up, which was shamelessly executed by the parasite: his former girlfriend. It took a lot of trust to open up about it to his friends, and it lifted a heavy weight off of his chest. Only this year did he stop thinking about her, until Jungkook asked about her so casually. It stings his heart only for a second, and he scoffs as Yoongi intervenes, “Both of you need to shut the fuck up.”

“If you guys want to talk about my relationships, then don’t get all whiny when I talk about yours.”

Taehyung swallows his pride and confidently answers, “I don’t know, Jungkook. I hear she’s doing well, but no information on her boyfriends. Your turn: what’s going on with that nerd?”

“Elaborate.”

“Are you two dating?” Yoongi asks exhaustedly. They just keep taking every opportunity to annoy each other, and it’s even overwhelming him at this point. 

Rolling his neck side to side in thought, Jungkook takes a moment to answer, “No.”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung spits. “You know what? Let’s just move on. I’m sure I could get proper answers from someone else.”

“If you have a death wish, that is,” he warns with a slight seethe before lying back down.

He doesn’t respond and hides a smirk, a couple having a romantic picnic ahead of him from a distance. He watches them for a few seconds before muttering to himself, “It’s not going to be my death.”

Yoongi and Jungkook chill on their own after Taehyung leaves. He’s roaming the campus in hopes of finding that one girl who is always wearing some school skirt and working 24/7 to find out what is so special about her. Jungkook might think he doesn’t notice them interacting, but behind that airhead facade, he’s observant. It’s not that big of a fucking secret either, they’re not deliberately hiding their strangely beneficial friendship or whatever. You stick out like a sore thumb in the yard, though there’s not many people to tell you apart from anyway.

He approaches you rather slowly, inspecting your figure first before meeting you. Your posture is straight and composed, fingers quickly typing away on your keyboard without even looking at them. You look so serious to him, a contrast to the radiant butterflies flying past you in such a bright environment. He wonders if you ever procrastinate or take breaks, and most importantly, how someone that appears so smart has fallen into such an obvious trap set by his best friend of all people. 

His hands are in his pockets as he speaks his first words to you. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.”

Your reaction is instant: a quick look at him and you’re already frowning. “I’m Jungkook’s best friend,” he adds in case you’ve seen him around before. 

“I don’t know you.” And with that distant reply, you return to your essay. If meeting Jimin has taught you anything, it’s that you can’t trust anyone who claims to know your lover. They are just using it against you… 

“Well, shit,” he laughs, “I didn’t realize you were so cold.” Your eyes don’t waver from your screen, so he tries another approach: “Are you the girl Jungkook left the party a few days back for?”

Your ears perk up in his direction, but you don’t show it. But he notices the pause in your taps before you continue typing, and he holds that against you. He takes a seat across from you, and your laptop covers your face from him. “I just wanted to meet the person that’s got him whipped enough to get high and run off to them.” You bite down on a smile and prolong your silence. “I guess I’ll talk to you when you’re not busy.” 

He stands up just as you tell him, “Wait, no, I’m not busy.” You close your laptop mid-way before hesitating, but slam it shut nonetheless. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” He sits back down and clasps his hands on the table. “So what’s going on between you and him? He refuses to tell me, as if you’re his little secret.”

You shyly look down at your flats and twiddle your fingers on your lap. “We’re together… but he is very mysterious.”

It’s a good thing you don’t glance at him to hide your blush, because he’s a little skeptical. He puckers his lips and furrows his brows but controls his expression when you look up. He mentally curses for taking longer than a few seconds to respond; it’s suspicious. “I know right? I don’t know why he’s so reluctant to talk about you. You’re a total sweetheart.”

Approval from Jungkook’s friend: check. Will he like you more if you get along with his friends? The thought excites you, because at least this is someone he likes, unlike Jimin. “Thank you,” you shy a smile. “Um…”

You’re awkward: not Jungkook’s type, Taehyung notes. You’re obviously the host... “So is this a fling, or are you two serious?”

“We’re serious!” you immediately answer. “I love him, and he recently told me he loves me too. He used to kiss me for doing his homework, but now he does it out of nowhere.”

Wow… romantic. He suppresses a chuckle because he doesn’t want to laugh in your face, not when you’re so cute when you talk about him. Your eyes light up with a gleam, a lovesick smile gracing your face and now desperate to befriend him. You look like him when he was supposedly in love. You’re serious about Jungkook, but for how long? Especially when the other side of the relationship is not so committed. It should be mutual: with two hosts.

“Yeah?” he acts interested and raises his sunglasses up to his hair. “How does he act around you?”

“Well,” you start gushing, “he is a little closed off with his emotions.” True. “He doesn’t like me talking to other guys.” Ooh, interesting. “He can’t stand being ignored,” you chuckle. Can he now? “And… he is so cute when he’s jealous. He has this glare whenever I don’t give him enough attention, but he would never admit it. He likes being intimate with me, likes it when I reassure him. He never says it out loud though, I can just tell by looking at him. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, never fell in love with someone until I met Jungkook. I just want to make him happy because he used to look so sad when I watched him from afar.” A hopeless romantic.

Maybe if you didn’t sound so genuine and innocent, he would’ve made fun of you. But he just feels pity for someone who is so giving to someone who gives back so little. You don’t deserve it; don’t deserve to stay up working on so many assignments; don’t deserve to not have any hobbies; don’t deserve to be so unloved. You are pathetic, but it doesn’t turn him off.

Taehyung is a host too.

He clears his throat at the unexpected stirring emotions in his heart, “What do you love about him? Do you like being treated like shit or something?”

“He doesn’t treat me badly! He is like a light switch, you know? He doesn’t know how to act, sometimes sweet and sometimes… a little mean. I love him for his pure heart, and I believe that we are similar in a lot of ways.”

Taehyung can’t contain his snort. Similar? You are opposites. You are similar to him, not Jungkook. He feels… jealous. The pairing is just so ridiculous and flawed, but you’re neither of the two; you are just good. Taehyung can be good too. “So, what’s your Instagram user?”

The lack of commentary and escalation of the topic catches you off guard. It’s a distraction. “I don’t have an account,” you reply in confusion.

“Wow, I’d expect you to cyberstalk Jungkook on there,” he jokes with a laugh.

“He has an Instagram?”

He purses his lips, his grin faltering as he nods. He takes out his phone from his pocket to show you the account, and holds it in your face. Your lips part as you gently take it from him, curiously inspecting the collage of images. 

“He plays the guitar?” you ask in awe. You click on each picture to zoom in on them, and your heart jumps upon seeing his selfies while Taehyung hums. He is gorgeous in your eyes, and you want to keep up with his posts in hopes of seeing another selfie. These are hidden gems that Taehyung had the courtesy of providing to you.

“He’s learning,” Taehyung says, “you should sign up and post some pictures as well. You’re really cute.” His cheeky compliment makes you happy; he is basically giving you his blessing! 

“Thank you, and you’re right,” you chirp, “I will make an account after I finish this essay. Want to take a picture with me?”

It’s safe to assume that Jungkook wouldn’t mind you talking to his best friend, so why not expand your social circle? You’ll be more involved with his life this way. Taehyung stammers slightly before agreeing. He switches benches to sit next to you while you rummage through your backpack to find your phone. He finds it strangely endearing how you hold it, using your index finger to swipe between apps to find the camera. It almost stings his heart that you’re so old-schooled in a cute way. Once you angle it above you with your arm stretched out to your left, Taehyung appears to be behind you as he lowers his glasses. You smile brightly into the lens while he cutely puckers his lips. 

Click.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asks before he can stop himself. Your scent tickles his nostrils sweetly, and he doesn’t know why he’s noticing so much about you or holding a conversation with a woman without being naked. It’s been a hot minute since Taehyung’s had such a platonic interaction, and it shouldn’t feel this nice. He shouldn’t want to continue it through social media either.

“Yes! Do you smell strawberries? I noticed Jungkook eating them before, so I use just about anything strawberry scented. Lotion, shampoo, shower gel…”

He tunes you out as you gush and focuses on the smooth movement of your lips. You’re too good, and Taehyung knows he isn’t the best person but at least he’s not as bad as Jungkook. I shouldn’t think like this… but am I wrong? He will break your heart. What if it’s the right time to intervene to save you from that misery, and be a friend to both of you? He doesn’t want you to fall apart and be completely crushed right in front of his eyes, not when he just witnessed how childishly happy and naive you are. It wouldn’t be fair to you, nor to the life lesson he was taught years ago.

And he then notices that you're wearing strawberry lip balm. 

“Jungkook kis-” -sed someone else before coming to you. You hum and tilt your head at his interruption, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Jungkook… does love strawberries.”

Though your work ethics are questionable for how exhausting they are, it gets the job done sooner. The moment you’re assigned a task, you do it, regardless of if it’s yours or Jungkook's. Saturday evening and Sunday are free for you, so you spend your time outside after leaving your backpack in your dorm. You think you look silly, taking pictures of anything you find interesting to post on Instagram. You made an account, but it appears like a bot with its empty feed. Jungkook enjoys doing this, so you want to try it as well. 

You don’t stray far from campus because you’d easily get lost, and your gallery looks boring to you. The only decent photo you have is with Taehyung, but you want to post a picture with Jungkook before anyone else. You grumble under your breath while walking back to the dormitory building. You look through Jungkook’s posts again as you do so with a smile. 

A heavy arm slings over your shoulder and hitches your breath just as the culprit says, “What’s the rush?” He doesn’t even look at you, and you wonder if he recognized you from your clothes after coming up from behind you. 

“Jungkookie!” you cheer excitedly. He glances at you and quirks a brow at the nickname. His eyes then trail to your lit up phone and snatches it from you, which you don’t fight against.

“You’re stalking me?” He scrolls through his profile from your phone and smirks before stating, “I didn’t know you had an Insta.” The both of you enter the building with his arm still wrapped around you, which flutters your heart.

“I made one today, since you use it.” He exits his profile to look at yours. You’re in the elevator as you inform, “Taehyung told me.”

A pause, then a click. Jungkook snapped a photo of you when you pressed the button of your floor. “Pretty,” he comments while looking at your candid shot. You’re flattered and also happy that he’s joining your trip to your dorm. He hasn’t said a word of protest and takes the lead in going to your room. “What else?”

“Hm?”

“What else did he tell you?”

You rack your brain to remember anything significant to tell him. It was a long conversation: getting to know each other and more about Jungkook. “He told me you have an Instagram, then asked for my perfume, and then we talked about your love for strawberries-”

“Your perfume? Why was Instagram even brought up?” he presses, stopping in front of your door. 

You take out your keycard and shrug while swiping, “He asked for mine.”

The dorm is empty when you enter and sit on the edge of your bed. It’s very hard to not grin when you’re around Jungkook, but he doesn’t seem to care as he looks through your gallery. “Can we take a picture together?” you peep hopefully. 

“Of course,” he murmurs absentmindedly, intently staring at your phone. “We’ll take many pictures,” he looks up at you before leveling with the camera, “pose.”

You aren’t very educated on the art of posing per se, so you imitate the peace sign you saw him do with a wide smile and a hand on the bed. He is neutral when he snaps a picture with a shutter. 

“I want you to be in it.”

He drags his eyes away from the screen and his blank expression intimidates you. “Whose idea was it for you to make an account?”

“Um… Taehyung, why?” You lay your hands on your lap at the growing tension.

Taehyung went to this extent to get a reaction out of him? Is it possible that he’s this obnoxious? Or perhaps another motive…?

“I-Is he not your friend?”

Jungkook breaks his silence of thoughts with a scoff, “Oh, only the best.” You sigh in relief, though he says it with menace. Taehyung was curious about his relationship, not about your social media. He forcefully pushes you down on the bed and you hold back a gasp as he wraps his finger around your neck in a light chokehold with a thumb on your nether lip. Click. He then lowers his hand to your thigh, hiding half of it under your skirt with a gentle grap. Click.

Your cheeks flush at the compromising photos he’s taking and you nervously ask, “A-Am I going to post these?”

“Shut up.”

You seal your lips shut and he flips you on your stomach, palming your covered ass with your side profile in the frame, and another shutter resounds in the room. “Sit up.” You follow his command and turn around to face him. He pushes your hair to your back and his mouth latches onto your neck. He’s biting you while sucking on your flesh, and you release a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin. It hurts, but you don’t complain and try to make sense of the growing arousal in your lower region. He only pulls away after half a minute and you’re confused by the satisfied smirk on his face while eyeing the result. He angles your jaw to expose your neck better and snaps another photo. “These are all going on your account.”

At your nod of submission, he starts unbuttoning your shirt. “You’re prettier with a mark. My mark.” Your body tingles at the compliment and you help him undress yourself by unbuttoning the ends. “Take off your skirt,” he demands as he slips off his shirt with ease. All of your clothes go off one by one as he does the same, and you don’t have the time to feel shy as his lips collide so roughly with yours that you’re pressed down against the mattress again. You still haven’t gotten the hang of making out, but it doesn’t matter with Jungkook because although it flows naturally, he also takes complete control over you. He’s not gentle, not with the way his teeth clash against yours and tongue leaving trails of saliva all over your mouth. Your toes curl with desire and anticipation, and you tug at his briefs that outline his erection. The feeling of his warm breath on you silences all your thoughts and you can only react on primal instincts. 

His crotch brushes against your bare folds, slick with your leaking wetness. Kissing him this passionately always leaves you feeling needy, and it embarrasses you that you get turned on so easily. But you don’t realize that is his intention as he glides his fingers all over your labia, making sure you’re ready to take all of him. 

Kissing you this passionately always leaves him feeling horny, and it’s apparent with his cock begging to be taken out of the restraints of his underwear. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but your lips are numb when he pulls away to position himself in your entrance. He doesn’t prepare you, but he doesn’t rush himself either as he painfully slowly enters you. You hold your breath and gawn on your swollen lip, moans catching in your throat and leaving as high-pitched hums. He sighs at the feeling of your pulsating walls. “God… always so tight. Don’t you ever touch yourself?”

He bottoms out and you whimper shakily at how full you are. The fact that he fits you like a puzzle piece convinces you that he’s your forever, your meant to be. Even with your lack of experience with other men, you believe no one can make you feel this dreamy. And to think he’s all yours now… “I-I don’t. I only want to do it with you.”

The atmosphere is so fragile, so romantic. It’s not your delusion this time, because he feels it too and it makes his heartbeat sync with yours: unsteady and rapid. And in the heat of the moment, he reveals, “I think I’m in love with you.”

A whine leaves you, so loud that it can’t be achieved with touch but with his words. It’s the utmost pleasure, and when he realizes what he said, he sets a rushed pace to distract himself from the embarrassment of pouring his feelings. You don’t allow him to forget as you echo, “I’m in love with you too.”

“No, no,” he denies with a shake of his head and it emits more love confessions out of you in a chain of ‘I love you’s, and he grunts, “Stop. Shut up!” He pins your forearms on either side of your head in a bruisening grip and thrusts into you harder. You have no choice but to scream in pleasure, unable to form coherent words when he’s practically fucking your brains out. 

His feelings of humiliation translate to his actions: he pushes himself down to the hilt, throbbing with lust but doesn’t chase his high. He doesn’t want you to talk, not when he’s blushing for more than one reason, so he ignores the contraction of his muscles and just fucks you until he can’t anymore, hypnotized by the bounce of your tits.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s so desperate, hitting your most sensitive spot with every thrust and making your eyes screw back. Neither of you can think, so loud and reckless until you reach your climax. It’s core shaking, as you cry out his name and tremble with stimulation. He’s never seen this expression on your face, one so twisted in pleasure and looking so erotic. It comes as a surprise and in the form of a punch in the gut as he savours your appearance before cumming inside you with a groan. A slip-up, a mistake, but he doesn’t care as he paints your walls in white, his load filling you up.

And he can’t regret it when he pulls out, because the drizzle of his cum spilling out of your pussy easily becomes his favorite sight. “Shit,” he whispers as more and more drips while you twitch and spasm from your orgasm. You don’t even realize what he’s done, and that makes his chest swell with pride; the most level-headed woman he knows is leaking with his release and stupidly doesn’t spare it a thought. And with that hickey on your neck? “You look fucking gorgeous,” he exhales. A bashful smile stretches across your face with eyes still tightly shut, and you don’t notice him grab your phone on the other side of the bed to take a picture of your stained pussy. 

“This one is for me,” he mutters to himself. Click.

After posting the softcore photos on your account and tagging himself in them, as well as a note of a pharmacy’s address across campus with a label written for you to get two separate contraceptives as an emergency and for your next creampie, he leaves your dorm. You fell asleep on him, and though he had wanted to join you, he decided to collect his scrambled thoughts and go to Taehyung’s dorm first. He isn’t livid, but he has a few questions to ask.

He’s playing cards with Yoongi, Taehyung’s roommate, as he patiently waits for his arrival. “What’s wrong about asking for her Instagram, though?” Yoongi asks before drawing out a card of ace. “Isn’t she our friend by association anyway?”

“It’s suspicious,” Jungkook murmurs while inspecting his deck. “Have you ever seen Taehyung with a girl before? As friends? He’s clearly trying to fuck her.”

Yoongi stifles a laugh, “That’s a reach. Besides, you two have shared a girl before. Are you actually dating her?”

Shuffling is heard behind the door until it swings open as Taehyung enters. “Kookie! What are you doing here?” He throws his keycard on his bed before hopping on Yoongi’s to watch their game.

It’s strained, Jungkook notices. His excitement is forced; why? “I came here for you,” he states bluntly. “A little birdie told me you’ve been talking to someone who belongs to me.”

“I didn’t realize she was your diary,” he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. “What’s the deal anyway? You said you weren’t dating her.”

Yoongi collects the deck of cards after Jungkook drops them, and shuffles them while eavesdropping. He’s sitting cross-legged across from Jungkook, and Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed next to him with his body turned sideways.

“I also said that unless you have a death wish, don’t talk to her,” he grits. “And asking for her social media? Are you into her now?”

Taehyung merely shrugs. “I thought she was pretty chill. I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

“She obviously means something to him, so I think you should just respect that, Taehyung,” Yoongi voices his thoughts while leafing the cards. Jungkook looks to the side and pokes the inner cheek of his mouth with his tongue but doesn’t argue.

“I think he’s just using her.” Jungkook’s reaction is instant as Taehyung’s nose instantly starts to bleed from the impact of his fist. Yoongi doesn’t look up. He holds a hand over his injury with a hiss and continues, “Really, Kook? A little too much, don’t you think?”

“Less than enough,” Jungkook fumes, “I like her, and she likes me. Just fucking leave it at that.”

“Couple of the year,” Taehyung chuckles mockingly, “I give it two days.” He stands up before Jungkook can hit him again. “Can’t wait to console her after your break-up, maybe she’ll fall in love with me next.”

Jungkook starts chasing him around the room as Taehyung runs without stopping his provocation. “Why so upset Jungkook? Do you see it happening too? I’m already imagining how tight-”

“You should leave, Jungkook.” Neither of them listen to Yoongi, so he yells, “Jungkook, leave!”

A moment of deafening silence passes as both of them pause to catch their breaths. “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jungkook spits with a heaving chest. “She’s loyal to me, but I’m sure you’re not familiar with that concept. No wonder your relationships only last one night.” With a final glare, he leaves as told to return to you. The only thing he needs right now is one more ‘I love you’ from you, as much as he hates it. Maybe he’s cruel, but he doesn’t know anyone who isn’t aside from you. 

Maybe Taehyung is just as cruel, fantasizing about all the ways he could be better for you before drifting off to sleep with a bandage over his wounded nose. He can just be a friend to both of you… he can be good too… 

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jjk smut #bts fic #kpop #jungkook fic #jeon jungoook smut

[slaytimesover]

Getting the C**NTS back together

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made up text chat between the euphoria gals, set after the finale & minus (SPOILER) fez getting in the shootout

I JUST WANT MY GIRLS TO BE HAPPY BROOOO

content: wholesome, tryna be realistic w how they text

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March 1st, 2021

Maddy: hey anyone

add cass back i still have the bitch unadded

Kat: bro don’t u know her username

Maddy: no this is my new phone rmb

literally showed u in class today:/ rude mf

Kat: shit sry babe

Maddy: </3

*Kat has changed the chat name to cassies hot tub vomit💯💯*

Maddy: HAHAHAHAAAAA GTFO

BB: 🤣🤣🤣Funny ash Nahhhh Kat

Jules: uMM bro how come idk anything abt this…

story time ???

*Kat has added Cassie*

Cassie: Um what the fuck guys….

Kat: SORRY CASS THE OPPORTUNITY WAS RIGHT THERE

BB: Can still Smell that shit on me ICL🤣🤣���

Maddy: 💀💀fucking helpppp

Jules: I STILL NEED THAT STOYTIME ???

Cassie: Can I ask what the hell is going on

Is this new or smth? Also the names not funny

Jules: new as in … like 3 months old then ye

Cassie: WTF

Not a single one of yall has talked on the other chat for ages is it bc u guys were fucking here?

BB: Ya we have

Jus like u banged Nate for Ages n Shi 💀💀

Kat: out of POCKET

Maddy: LMAO BARBARA

Jules: PFF

no hard feelings tho cass :)

we all wanna meet up soonish

Maddy: yup friday at 8, my place

sorry this fkn introduction was brutal but babe we wanna properly get together again

all 7 of u cunts

Kat: 7? there’s 5 in the gc🤨🤨

Jules: wait wait wait can we like BACJTRACK to the cassie hot tub thing??

Cassie: No Jules we really can’t

Also Maddy are you sure?

Maddy: girl puked her guts out at my party after drinking herself half to death <3

sent me into fkn cardiac arrest ill tell u that

love u though babe

and yes ofc. we outta put this past us

Cassie: MADDY!!! Girl!!!!

Jules: LMAO POOR CASS

no shame in it weve all been there ❤️

Cassie: Shut upppp

Tell me if I’m ever gonna hear the end of that story…

Maddy: @Kat forgot to add em but i want rue rue & lex there too

going full out bitches

Kat: cass keep dreaming lolll

BB: Jule boutta see her Ex Yooooo😫😫

Kat: fuck fuck oh yeah

are yall cool now? i saw u two tgt after the play

BB: Play was Fire Though Lexi Ate🔥🔥🔥

Cassie: …

Jules: uh

well

that’s the question 😃

Maddy: jules b what happened?

Kat: yeah ive been meaning to properly check in holy crapp

Jules: we aren’t seeing each other anymore in that way, & maybe its for the best but im still processing it yk?

it was… weirdly calm even after the intervention bullshit went down

ig we had an unspoken agreement that we shouldnt be together

even if theres still love between us

its hard to tell where we stand is all im sayin

Kat: shit dude i hope ur okay

Maddy: yeah…

so much respect for u

itll get better n itll be worth it <3 i promise

wish i coulda realised that on my own, ur fuckin fearless

Cassie: I hear you Maddy

I’m happy for u Jules

BB: Go Jule 🙏

Cassie: I mean, if ur all okay then I’ll come

I really want to make amends I don’t know what had gotten into me

I feel terrible

Maddy: a friend told me that in her experience, it was just the right amount of attention at the wrong time, yh? anyways girl i kno u deserve amother chance even if u fucked up

& jules

same goes for u n rue, how abt we all hang out like old times and see where it goes on from there hm? pretty pls

Jules: i cant promise that itll nott be awkward but im down mads!

Maddy: bettt

*Maddy added Rue and Lexi*

Lexi: uh hello

what is this gc name 😭 don’t remind me omg

Kat: 😹😹

Maddy: okay listen up girls, my house 8pm friday, not optional so clear ur shit. no excuses.

& im talking to u lex with that fez mf

Lexi: noo stop💀

BB: She Blushin through the screen on Godd LOL

Rue: wait hey what’s going on

Maddy: rue rue

we wanna come together like the olden days & properly have a girls night

think we deserve a celebration after the shit weve been thru this year

Lexi: really?

thats sounds so nice I like that !!

Kat: ur play def sealed the deal for us dude<3

we fr just need a big catch up & some actual fun

Jules: literallyy

Maddy: everyone in fr?

Lexi: yess

Cassie: Yes

Jules: yep!

Kat: ofc

BB: Yass

Cassie: Rue?

Lexi: um I think fez just took her phone hold up

Jules: NOT YOU WITH FEZ AGAIN AHHH

Rue: YO WHO THE FUCK IS CASSIE AND WHY SHE THROWING up in the bathbutt

Kat: man said bathbutt😭😭

Rue: TUB*

Tu(/(/)£&&&@&@&&&@@@@@@@

Sorry55555555555555 that was fe££&&

FEZ TOOK My phone sry guys

Maddy: sadly were not inviting fez </3 shame we can’t meet the bf lexi but rue come join us brooo

Rue: i mean…

we can try

lotsa shit went down between us tho are u all good?

Cassie: Yeah, & we can just take it step by step anyways

Jules: yepp, i wanna see u all

no matter what

Rue: well

ill try n be there

so sure guys:)

BB: YOOOO It Worked

Maddy: ahhhhhh! cant fucking wait

god i missed this bs<3

#euphoria #euphoria season two #euphoria fanfic #maddy perez #rue bennett #bb euphoria #jules vaughn #cassie howard #lexi howard #kat hernandez #zendaya #fezco euphoria #fezco fanfic #euphoria fluff

[sortagaysortahigh]

Heartbreak | John B. Routledge, Topper Thornton

Listen guys. This shit has smut in it, but its not the best bc well I’m pretty gay. But it is what it is. My friend told me to go through with this idea so here it is, im srry if it’s cringy. John B’s a cheater in this and so is Sarah (which aint nothing new)

Warnings: SMUT (Topper smut), cussing, underage drinking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (f recieving), cheating, heartbreak. mild angst

Fem!Reader x John B. Routledge, Fem!Reader X Topper Thornton

You hated Topper, you hated most of the kooks, but for some reason when he grabbed your hand and the boneyard kegger and practically begged you to follow him you did. When you spotted the silhouette of a familiar head of messy brown hair your mouth dropped. You were in shock to see him sneaking around talking to some random girl-you couldn’t exactly make her face out because it was dark. When you saw him pull her in for a kiss you didn’t know how to react, seeing him kissing another girl, seeing him cheat on you. 

You typically were not a cryer, it took a look for you to start crying. The last time you had cried was when they tried to declare Big John as dead three months after his disappearance, the sheriff showing up to the chateau, papers in hand, trying to get John B to sign them. You remembered holding your boyfriend, crying with him, being there for him while he was going through the motions of grief. 

It had been almost a year since that had happened, almost a year without a single tear-minus when you would laugh so hard your eyes watered. You tried to convince yourself that you weren't looking at John B, that it wasn’t him. That this was all some huge misunderstanding. 

“That’s Sarah Cameron. My Sarah, they’ve been sneaking around and it took me a month to figure out who she was cheating on me with. I know you’re not a big fan of me-” you cut him off, looking at him, the tears on your face illuminated by the moonlight. “I hate you. Don’t sugar coat shit.” 

“Okay so you hate me, but I thought you should know, okay? I’m not a bad guy, maybe my choice of friends is questionable and yea I’ve done some fucked up shit but I- I thought you deserved to know.” He let go of your hand when he was talking, hands flailing around him, he was very expressive when he spoke and it was getting on your nerves. Your heart was breaking and the only person you had around you was fucking Topper Thornton. 

Who started to regret letting go of your hand when you started walking-well speed walking up to your boyfriend and his girlfriend, who were currently about to swallow each other's faces. Top hadn’t been able to grab your shoulder fast enough, he watched as you literally ripped John B away from Sarah, they were both shocked and about to start running their mouths until they both realized it was you. Then their eyes went from you to Topper behind you.

“So, this is what you do now. I’ve known you since the third fucking grade Routledge, I’ve been in a fucking relationship with you for a year and a half, the least you could’ve fucking done was break up with me before sneaking around with the princess of the goddamn kooks.” Sarah had tried to interrupt you but you lifted one finger, shushing her. She scoffed but she knew she was in the wrong here, and truth be told she was kind of afraid of you, she’d seen you in multiple fights and knew not to do anything at this exact moment.

“It’s not what it looks like y/n, baby I-”

“Cut the bullshit John. Do you think I’m stupid, it’s not what it fucking looks like huh? So what the hell were you two doing? Swapping spit for the fucking antibodies? The worst part of all of this shit is the fact that this has been going on for months, I had to have fucking royal dickbag himself tell me, and show me. Because my own fucking boyfriend-oh wait no ex-boyfriend didn’t have the fucking balls to break up with me months ago.”

“Baby please let me explain.” you rolled your eyes, Topper had started saying something to sarah but you ignored both of them, focused on the idiot standing in front of you. Tears still trailing down your face, but your voice didn’t shake once. You knew you had to be strong in this moment, you hated being vulnerable in front of people, so you knew you had to put the walls back up that John B had worked so hard to bring down.

He went to wipe the tears off your face with his thumb but you swatted his hand away.

“You’re fucking pathetic. Don’t fucking touch me John. You’re literally a piece of shit. Did you fuck her?” You noticed the Silence behind you now, you could practically feel how stiff Sarah and Topper had both become. John B looked into your eyes, searching for something, anything, he didn’t even know. 

“Y/n please, lets not do this here-” he went to grab your hand and you backed away from him “Answer the goddamn question Routledge.” He sighed, looking down at his dirty stained converse.

“Don’t call it that” You laughed, rolling your eyes and shoving him back “Don’t fucking call it that? My fucking bad, didn’t know you and your skank didn’t like to call it fucking. Oh you want me to say you were making love with her. So what’d you do, fuck me then go make love to her a few hours later? Or vice versa, spend your fucking day at tannyhill making love to fucking barbie over here then came back to the cut to fuck me? It’s not like I was y’know, your fucking girlfriend. Does JJ know?”

“No.” You were surprised. So he had been not only lying to you, but to the rest of the pogues.

“So you’re a fucking liar, a cheater, and a manipulative bastard. Now onto you, because you’re not innocent in this shit either barbie” You turned to Sarah, she was already pissed off because of the way you were talking about her. Of course she knew she was in the wrong, but in her defense John B had told her that he was going to break things off with you two months ago.

“I thought he broke up with you” You laughed at the lie, she was a horrible liar. You fought the urge to hit her, knowing that it wouldnt solve anything, but it would make you feel better.

“You’re a horrible fucking liar cameron. You’ve seen us together, on multiple fucking occasions, hell we threw this fucking keggar and kissed by the keg, in front of everyone including you and this dickhead” you pointed at topper “So please, own up to your cheating before I have to beat your ass for lying to me.” 

“Ok, fine, we had sex, we’ve been sneaking around okay? You don’t understand, John B makes me feel alive, like my life isn’t going to suck ten years from now, he makes me feel whole” You laughed hysterically, you reached up and wiped your tears off your face. 

“Imagine feeling like that your entire life, then seeing the person you love cheating on you. In a very public place, knowing word travels fast on the island. It’s almost like he was begging to get caught. Fuck you and fuck him too. Have fun together you lying sack of shits.” 

With that you left, walking back through the crowd of tourons, pogues, and kooks. JJ and Kiara had both seen you from afar, while you shoved right past Pope. You were beyond hurt and angry. You weren’t the type to drink your feelings away, but tonight, tonight was different. You needed a distraction, so you chugged drinks, taking shots back to back, trying to forget everything around you.

You kept drinking, ignoring your friends when they tried to make sure you were okay, ignoring John B trying to talk to you, trying to help you. You had even gone as far as to push him into JJ, making the both of them trip and fall over on eachother. You were going to apologize to JJ-if you remembered in the morning. Kiara figured out what had happened relatively fast when she noticed Topper trying to find you again, so she had swallowed her pride and asked him what was wrong with you. 

When she found out that John B had broken your heart like that, with Sarah Cameron of all people. She was quick to cuss him out, having to be held back by Pope. She hated Sarah Cameron, and the fact that John B had cheated on you with her made Kie’s blood boil. JJ of course was disappointed in his best friend, he had even gone as far as to tell John B that it was ‘seriously fucked up man, y/n deserves way better than that bro’. JJ wasn't good with his words, but when he felt himself about to fight his best friend he had to leave. He had warned John B when the two of you started dating ‘If you break y/n’s heart, I’ll beat your fucking ass man.’. 

When you woke up in Toppers bed you were utterly disgusted with yourself. It didn’t help that his arm was wrapped around your bare waist and you could feel his lips brushing against your neck as he slept. Plus the whole ‘our naked bodies are literally touching’ thought.

Your head was spinning and you sighed as you remembered last night's events. There were a few blurry spots after you started drinking but you remembered everything-unfortunately. 

Toppers room smelled like expensive cologne, sex, and salt water. You shivered remembering what he did to you, the way the both of you let your aggression out on each other. The way he had you screaming his name, and the things he said to you while doing so. 

The two of you were drunk, Kelce had dropped both of you off at Toppers and the minute you got into the empty house he had your back against the door, kissing you, it was a direct contrast from what you were used to with John B, it was fast and rough, and needy. Your teeth clashed a few times, it felt like a competition. 

You couldn't even remember how you got upstairs, or under him. You just felt him, hands gripping his hair while his head was between your legs, kissing your thighs, lightly slipping his tongue between your folds. “Stop teasing me Top, please fuck stop being a dick for once in your life, I need you” you could feel his smirk. He had a thing for watching you beg for him, something about it turned him on and boosted his ego. 

“Trust me baby, you’ll get what you want” you felt his lips on your sensitive bud and he slipped a finger inside of you, followed by another, moaning into you, listening to your moans and whimpers. The way his tongue felt had your legs shaking but everytime you were about to get that sweet sweet release he would pull back, or slow his fingers down.

“S-Stop being an asshole and-oh fuck-let me cum” half of your statement came out as a moan, feeling him slip a third finger into you. That was all you needed, your back arched and you gripped his hair, moaning his name while he kept sucking on your clit and moving his fingers inside of you. 

“You want me to fuck you huh? Show you what you’ve been missing out on” You felt him tap his cock against your clit, looking up at him with hooded eyes, you couldn't tell if it was the anger, or the liquor but you sat up and pushed him back under you. “You talk too fucking much”

With that you slid down onto him, taking in every inch, feeling him stretch you out. Everything you were upset about, you were about to get out of your system. You leaned over, one hand on his headboard, looking him in the eye as you started to move, slowly at first, then going faster and faster. He bit his lip looking at your face, then looking down where your bodies were meeting. Watching as your juices coated his cock, feeling how tight you were. He felt his head going back while you bounced up and down constantly. 

When he felt your hand around his neck his eyes found yours again, looking at the smirk on your face. “Who wouldve-fuck-thought? Topper Thornton likes being-shit-choked” with that comment you leaned down, kissing him again. This time you had taken control, he would never admit it outloud and tried to blame it on the liquor but something about having your small hand around his neck, riding him, and kissing him like your life depended on it had him going crazy. 

He felt himself about to cum so he pushed you off of him like you weighed nothing. “Get on all fours like the slut you are. I’m in control now princess” You bit your lip staying on your back. “I have a pretty face, and you’re gonna fucking look at it”

He couldn’t even argue with that, he liked the attitude in your voice, it didn’t match the pleading look in your eyes, he knew that the minute he was inside of you again your little facade would break. So smirked, putting one of your legs on his shoulder and slamming into you. Your scream confirmed his thoughts, so he kept the same pace, looking at you like you told him to. When your head started to roll back he put his hand around your throat.

“You wanted me to fuck you like this, so fucking look at me” the demand in his tone had you nodding your head, gripping the arm that was above your chest, moaning his name, begging him to slow down, your orgasm building up faster than you thought. “You wanted this, so you’re going to take it. Be a good girl and take it.” He was practically slamming into you, tears leaving your eyes from the pleasure, but you didn't break eye contact. 

“Could John B fuck you like this? Huh?” he pounded into you, gripping your hip, making you beg him to make you cum. “Answer my fucking question princess” 

“Fuck-no, John B-fuck-cant fuck me like this-only you-Topper please” Feeling him put the hand that was digging into your hip between your legs, his thumb rubbing fast circles into your clit. 

“Fuck please, oh my god Top fuckkk” The sounds of you moaning his name alongside the sensation he was getting from you clenching him had him on the edge, his thrusts were getting sloppier and his main focus was making you cum. When your orgasm hit, your back arched even high off the bed, throwing your head back into the pillows you moaned “cum in me”. 

He dropped your leg and leaned forward, head in the crook of your neck, his moans  directly in your ear while he pushed you through your orgasm, when he felt himself releasing he bit down on your shoulder, making you moan. It was all too much, the sensation of your orgasm, his release coating you, and him biting into your shoulder, you screamed his name.

The two of you were left in a state of euphoria, because y’know what they say, hate sex is great sex. 

“Top get up, I have to go home” he groaned in your ear, holding you closer to him. What the hell was up with guys wanting to cuddle in the morning. You felt yourself wanting to cry again, realizing this had been the first time in a year and a half that you had woken up with a guy that wasn't John B. 

The marks that covered your body were not from him anymore, he wasn’t the one holding you, you weren't in his room in the chateau, he wasn’t looking at you when you woke up, smiling and kissing the top of your forehead. He wasn’t in love with you anymore.

When Topper felt your breathing pick up and heard your sniffles he opened his eyes. “Y’know I loved Sarah too, actually I think I still love her. I didn’t know love could be so-so consuming, like every part of me wishes you were her right now, and nothing had ever changed-no offense you’re actually beautiful, and you’re great at the whole sex thing, but I think you know what I mean.” He sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking over at you, still laying in his bed, trying to stop the tears flowing from your eyes. 

“I loved him.” Top heard the way your voice shook, when he heard you practically screaming at John B last night your voice didn’t shake once, he knew that everything was starting to settle in for you, and he knew you were hurt. 

“Nah, you love him. It’s okay, it’ll get better. Sometimes you just need to get your mind off of things-” You looked back at him, covering your upper body with his blanket. “-we are not having sex again you asshole” “-not like that jesus, let me talk y’n, I mean like, go do things you like to do, hang out with other people, I dunno smoke some weed, do one of those facemask things. You just gotta take care of yourself” 

“Since when did you become an expert on self care.” He made eye contact with you, leaning over and wiping the tears off from under your eyes. He rolled his eyes at you and sighed.

“Like I said I’m not a bad person, I’ve just done some shitty things. Sarah’s the one who taught me how to take care of myself. She made me want to be a better person, do better things y’know. Everyone said I was pussy-whipped because of her.” The two of you laughed, he laid back down and the two of you looked up at his ceiling. Talking about your exes together. Laughing and crying together, even though Top denied that he was crying, out of the corner of your eye you could see him going to wipe his tears as fast as possible.

When JJ called a few hours later you knew you had to get home. So the both of you got dressed and Top drove you home in his expensive ass luxury sports car, he even drove like a douche. But spending a few hours with him made you realize he wasn't an actual douchebag, he was just a kook, and it showed.

“If you ever wanna hang out or something uh call me?” You rolled your eyes at him “We’re not having sex again for the last time” the both of you started laughing in the car. “But i will take you up on that offer Top, thanks for the ride” You got out of his car and watched him pull off. Once you started walking towards the porch to your beat up little house you noticed your three best friends, Pope standing leaning over the porch railing looking at you. Kie sitting on the porch swing and JJ sitting on your father's old recliner that your mom put out there when her and your father used to fight. 

“Ended up with Topper huh?” Pope realized who’s car had pulled off and raised his brows at you. You looked down at the beat up vans on your feet, then started looking around avoiding your friends’ stare

“He gave you those too” JJ motioned to his neck. “You were probably all like ‘ohhh Toppp right there, oh my god yeah give me that good D’” His hands were rubbing on his shoulders and chest while he mocked you. Your mouth went wide while looking at JJ, his horrible impression of you made you laugh and you couldn't believe he didn’t criticize you for sleeping with a kook.

“I do not talk like that you bastard” Leave it to JJ to break the ice. You walked up the front steps of your porch and sat next to kie on the swing, resting your head on her shoulder.

“So how was it?” You rolled your eyes at her question “What? Someone had to ask” You shoved her playfully and went back to leaning your head on her shoulder. 

Your friends knew you were hurt. They could see it last night when you decided to-in the words of Pope-yolo it up. It took everything in JJ to not beat the shit out of John B, and Kiara had to help hold him back from doing so at the boneyard. Pope was disappointed in John B, he never thought that he would’ve done something like that to you. Or that he would openly lie to all of the pogues. It broke one of the most sacred rules, pogues don’t lie to pogues.

“You want me to kill him?” You sighed looking over at JJ, the way he was looking at you told you that he was serious. JJ had always been closest to you, he considered you his sister. He remembered the first day he met you in the third grade, you were the new kid which didn’t happen often. So he decided to walk up to you and introduce himself, however because the boy had been clumsy he ended up slipping and pushed the both of you over onto the concrete. Leaving you with two scars on your knees and him with a black eye. 

When he took the time to let things process, to let the fact that his other best friend had cheated on you, and broke your heart. Then on top of that, lied to everyone. He realized for now he had to pick a side, so naturally he picked yours. You had been the victim in the situation and JJ would always have a soft spot for you in his heart. That's how he found himself on your front porch, calling you to make sure you were okay. 

When he saw Kiara and Pope in Kie’s suburban he smiled, knowing that your friends had come to make sure you were okay too. He knew that Kiara was beyond hurt, John B cheating on you had hurt her, but him cheating on you with Sarah Cameron and openly lying to everybody for months had her even more hurt. She was teetering on the edge of joining the ‘I hate John B club’. For Pope, he was mad, he wasn’t even hurt. He was just pissed. He hated liars-minus JJ of course-but he hated people who lied intentionally, not just little white lies, or lies to save their asses in a bad situation. People who lied to their friends. Pope had remembered all of the times that he had been there for John B, he remembered the times that you had sacrificed so much to help John B. Only for him to turn around and cheat on you. 

“No. I hope he’s happy with princess barbie. Since I couldn't keep him happy.” Your weak smile made JJ’s blood boil. He hated seeing you like this, sad, hurt, heart broken. Kiara pulled you in for a hug, Pope quickly joining. Then of course goldie locks himself joined in. 

“It’s okay to be mad y’know.” You felt the tears coming again. Kiara was right, it was okay to be mad, but you were thinking about what Topper had told you. You had to get your mind off of things and do things you liked to do. 

The three of them pulled away, the guys standing in front of you and kiara next to you, all looking at you. Not wanting to push too much. 

“It's hard, being in love with someone who doesn't love you back. Wondering what you did wrong. I poured my entire heart into that relationship, I gave him my all, I’ve never not been there for that asshole. So yea I’m mad. But I can’t be mad forever.” You sighed getting up, motioning for them to follow you inside. Your parents had been on the mainland for the next few days, working on some big project. So it was just you and the cat-who Pope had a love hate relationship with.

You walked towards your room, picking up the black and white cat on the way there, petting her and sighing. Once you got inside you held the cat in one arm and looked through your closet for something to wear today. You were going to have a good day, no matter what. 

Your friends sat on your bed watching you, not knowing when to say something. They’d never seen you like this. Mellow and quiet. You were usually rowdy, loud, and the first person to make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke. You were caring and had a bright personality. But right now, this wasn’t like you, and it scared them. The last time they’d seen you like this was when your parents were still fighting nonstop. 

You pulled out a yellow tube top and matching shorts. Yellow was a happy color, you associated it with the good times in life. So of course if you wanted to be in a good mood, then you thought this was a step in the right direction. You told the three of them that you would be in the shower and to do whatever they wanted, minus JJ trying to cook again-last time that happened he almost burned the house down. 

This was the first time you got to take a proper look at yourself in the mirror, having stripped out of your clothes, letting the shower water heat up. You looked at your face and body. Making note of your messy hair partially due to the salt water and partially due to Topper. Then onto your face, your eyes were bloodshot and slightly puffy from crying, you had bags under your eyes-not as deep as sometimes but still prominent, your lips were red and had a small cut on them from digging your teeth into them. Your neck had multiple hickies on it, your shoulders had hickies and bite marks on them-Topper was a kinky piece of shit. Then your body, it was covered in hickies, going down your stomach, to your thighs. Plus the bruises forming on your hips from the grip. 

You wanted to criticize your body, because maybe that was the reason John B had started seeing Sarah, maybe he found her more attractive than you, maybe she looked better naked. But then you realized that you didn’t need to criticize yourself, you couldn't blame yourself for someone else's shitty actions. You weren't going to sit and degrade yourself because of John B and fucking Sarah Cameron. You were better than that.

The shower felt great, washing yesterday's events away, it was kind of like a fresh start. To you this shower was symbolic, to most people it was just a regular shower. 

When you got out, you put the outfit on and towel dried your hair as best as possible. Running a few products through it and leaving it to air dry. When you walked out of the bathroom back into your bedroom you noticed Kiara and Pope holding JJ down.

“What’s going on.” Their heads all looked back at you, wide eyed. You hadn’t noticed the fifth person in the room, not yet at least.

“Y/n we need to talk” Your eyes went wide as you turned around, looking at your ex boyfriend. 

“You don’t need to talk to shit you traitor-you’re lucky they’re holding me down. What happened to pogues don’t lie to pogues huh? What happened to being a brother to you?” JJ was yelling at John B, Kiara and Pope struggling to hold him down.

“Take JJ to the living room. Please” You looked back at Kiara and Pope, when they managed to get up without JJ charging at John B, you sighed. JJ of course bucked at John B but he respected your wishes and left the two of you alone. 

“I’m not doing this shit with you John. You broke my fucking heart. Do you know what that feels like huh?” You got closer to him, your voice getting louder as you spoke. “Don’t you get it, I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want anything to do with you. We’ve been friends since the third grade. You could’ve had the fucking decency to break up with me. Sure I would have been hurt but at least you wouldve been fucking honest.” You were shoving him back now. “You’re a fucking liar John B Routledge. I fucking hate liars. Get the fuck out of my house” 

His eyes scanned over your face. He didn’t know what to say. He knew he royally fucked up. He couldn't bring himself to break up with you a few months ago, he was going to, but then you would look at him and smile, or laugh and he felt at home. Your eyes held so many memories with him, the words would be on the tip of his tongue but he would back down.

He was selfish. He loved you because of everything you’d done for him, he loved you because of your personality and how much you cared. He never wanted you to stop caring for him, so he decided to lie. He kept everything with Sarah a secret, he tried to be sneaky, whenever you would ask him where he was going early in the morning he’d say ‘to work on Cameron’s boat’ or ‘to go see heyward, he asked for help with deliveries’. He’d use his regular day-to-day jobs to cover up his secret. He knew you wouldn’t suspect much. When you did he would get you flowers or take you on elaborate dates, claiming that he spent time putting them together just for you.

His eyes found your neck, and they were stuck on the hickies, hickies he didn’t give to you. Then down your shoulders seeing more, and a light bite mark. He found his hand brushing against it. Feeling your body shudder, and the tears that dropped onto his hand from your face. 

“Who gave these to you” He was hurt, it finally set in, you weren't his anymore. The repercussions of his actions had finally hit. When he made eye contact with you again he realized how much it hurt him to see you like this. To know he did this to you.

“Topper.” He didn’t know how to react to that. 

He knew he had lost you. So he left.

#john b routledge #john b #john b outer banks #john b imagine #john b x reader #john b angst #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #john b fic #topper #topper thornton #topper thorton x reader #topper thorton imagine #topper thornton obx #topper thornton smut #topper thorton smut

[knullanon]

that one fic where you play uno with toxin #3

heres the third part! I don't know if i'll make a 4rth, but if yall want another, go ahead and ask!

words: 834

warnings: drugging, running, fighting

running from 4 symbiotes (one of them being a god) wasnt too fun, especially considering the fact that your legs were starting to burn. but toxin never stopped for a second, he only kept on running from the fight behind the two of you.

when you tripped and fell, he picked you up and carried you, giving your legs a well deserved break.

the two of you continued on like that for a while when you were both met with the end of the large forest. it was absolute silence besides the breathe of you and toxin.

although it was faint, you both were able to see the city line, glowing like a light house in the middle of an ocean.

however, before the both of you were able to figure out what to do next, you heard a screech come from the forest. the large footsteps of someone running, their feet pounding into the ground.

"______, where the FUCK are you?!"

well, theres carnage.

toxin wasted no time, setting you down, leaning you onto a tree, and pretended to be inspecting your wounds. hes not gonna fall for that, toxin, you thought, hearing the stomping approach the two of you.

toxin wasted no time, and looked at you with a I'm sorry look before creating a sharp nail and making a small cut on the back of your lower leg. you hissed, and while it was unbearable, it wasnt a nice feeling.

carnage appeared right after, looming over the two of you, before looking at your leg and seeing that it was bleeding.

toxin was faster then carnage, however, and he quickly healed the wound faster then he made it.

carnage seemed to calm down a bit before he picked you up and motioned for toxin to follow him.

~~~~~~~~

carnage carried you all the way to a little run down apartment, not the same one you remember before the wars but an apartment all the same. he set you down in front of the door before dragging you inside.

toxin followed, and saw the shitty conditions of the apartment. the walls were cracked, the countertops and floor were covered in either dust or dirt, the paint inside and outside was peeling and to top it off, it was cramped. extremely cramped.

carnage let you go before heading to the kitchen area, and came back with some water.

"here." he said, handing the glass to you. you gave a nod before gulping it down, a new thirst coming from your absolute marathon in the woods.

toxin sat on a foldable chair next to the wall watching as you handed back the glass to kasady, who had changed back to himself

cletus looked at the glass for a moment, inspecting the bottom of the glass, before smiling and going back to the other room to put the glass away.

you turned to toxin, whispering, "what are we gonna do?"

toxin replied, "we stay here. dont you remember the rule of the adoption wars?"

you smiled and had to stifle a laugh.

"you know, when I made that nickname for it, I wasn't thinking they were gonna go this far for me."

toxin was about to reply but cletus came back in and looked at the both of you, before saying, "____, you must feel really tired right now, don't you?"

you looked at him, puzzled for a second, before the confusion turned to drowsiness. you went to stand up but instead you had to hold yourself up with a nearby table.

toxin quickly went over to you, and helped you back onto the chair. he looked at you, seeing your eyelids droop, before he turned back to cletus.

cletus gave an innocent smile before he said, "is she tired or...?"

toxin turned back to you, and seeing you almost fall over made him look for a comfortable place for you to sleep. he saw a room that probably led to a bedroom and putting one arm around his shoulder, he dragged you into the somewhat nicer looking room and plopped you down onto the bed.

when he was sure that you were asleep, he turned back to the doorway, seeing cletus leaning on it. he stood up straight, puffing his chest out.

"I dont think it's a good idea to try and drug her again, cletus. wont make her trust you."

cletus' smile vanished as he walked away.

"listen here, kid, I don't like doing it anymore then you do, but I need her to be calm so the others won't find her here. besides, this place is temporary. I'm getting a new place. one where it'll be much harder for any of them to find her. so calm down, relax and make sure she doesn't try to leave, will ya? I'll be back in a bit."

as cletus was enveloped by carnage, and he opened a window to swing out of, toxin was starting to wonder why he even put up with anyone's bullshit

______

I'm almost done! I think! I just need to upload the batman who laughs fics and I'll be done! also, some of these I did not save so yes, I do have to sort through @anxiousnerdwritings asks to find them! but not to worry, I have them all! thank yall for being here!

#the adoption wars #dad!cletus kasady #dad!eddie brock

[vivithefolle]

“Oh great, it’s the Harry stans again” I’m a wolfstar stan my dude

“So Harry’s desire is a family” yes, and what comes with having a family? Love, also Harry didn’t have his found family yet, just a few friends, and he can have his found family and still want his parents

Fred and George don’t bully him, they tease him like all big brothers do. And Ron went to them when “Scabbers” “died” so he doesn’t hate being vulnerable in front of them

“Let’s think deeper than just “hurr durr rawn wants powur” That is why though. Even at the end of DH he says “the unbeatable wand, Harry?!” Meaning he wants it for its power and is shocked Harry doesn’t

Also, Harry didn’t tell Ron to go with him to save Malfoy, and he only wanted Ron to come to the Ministry because he didn’t want to put his friends in danger. The only reason he was ok with Ron going is that Ron said he would. Why do you think Harry and hermione are selfish and don’t deserve him? That ain’t true

Harry got glimpses in to Voldy cause thats influence. Harry can’t be controlled because he is so full of the “force (Voldy) detests”. It is said multiple times that’s why. And he is so “purely and strongly” associated with love. It’s what makes Harry, Harry. Despite what he’s been through, he remains “pure of heart” as Dumbledore put it, he sacrifices himself and it sets off a protection charm for everyone, he tries to save Voldy, etc. and we do see it shown from him more than Ron. I could bring up countless examples but I’ll just leave it at: Harry felt bad for Hagrid when Aragon died and wanted to be there for Hagrid, despite Aragon nearly eating him. Ron did not. I love your blog btw, I just don’t agree with you on this lol

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I’m a wolfstar stan my dude 

Ah yes, Wolfstar, the pairing where one guy weaponized his friend’s most important, life-changing secret in order to play a “prank” that could have ended in manslaughter, because the one guy gave his friend’s feelings as much consideration as a plastic bag’s. Also said guy later believed that said friend could be a traitor. A love story for the ages surely.

“So Harry’s desire is a family” yes, and what comes with having a family? Love, also Harry didn’t have his found family yet, just a few friends, and he can have his found family and still want his parents 

Yes. And Ron’s desire is also tied around love. Because Ron believes that he needs to accomplish things to stand out and be “worthy” of loving. That’s his whole thing during the entire books, that’s what drives him to sometimes put his foot in his mouth up to his thigh and make stupid mistakes, because he’s trying to earn love, he’s going out of his way to earn the love of his friends when they already love him but are just pants at showing it.

Fred and George don’t bully him, they tease him like all big brothers do. And Ron went to them when “Scabbers” “died” so he doesn’t hate being vulnerable in front of them 

Fred and George absolutely bullied Ron. That’s just fact. Look at Order of the Phoenix, look at how they treat him through the books. Fred and George may be popular characters but as big brothers they are AWFUL.

And who’s to say Ron went directly to them? We see them “““comfort”““ Ron but maybe Ron was just sitting with Harry and Ginny and lamenting Scabbers’ death then Fred and George came in and decided to add their five cents. Also in spite of how horrible Fred and George can be to him Ron still loves and admires them greatly - case in point, how he still trusted them about the bogus spell to turn Scabbers yellow.

“Let’s think deeper than just “hurr durr rawn wants powur” That is why though. Even at the end of DH he says “the unbeatable wand, Harry?!” Meaning he wants it for its power and is shocked Harry doesn’t 

Yeah, because Ron’s pragmatic still. Imagine what you could do with such a powerful wand. What’s the point of the Invisibility Cloak when you have a super-powerful wand that may cast the best Invisibility Charm ever? How about enchanting stuff with that wand? What of that wand’s ability to heal people? Imagine all you could do if you had that thing up your sleeve.

Also, Harry didn’t tell Ron to go with him to save Malfoy

No he didn’t. Ron turned back of his own will. Because Ron loved Harry and was willing to endanger not only his life, but also the one of the woman he loved, to save Harry from a fiery death trap. Ron chose to go back because he knew Harry was gonna try to save everyone like the idiot martyr he is.

he only wanted Ron to come to the Ministry because he didn’t want to put his friends in danger. 

You greatly overestimate Harry’s niceness.

Harry’s  eyes  met  Ron’s.  He  knew  that  Ron  was  thinking  exactly  what he was: If he could have chosen any members of the D.A. in ad-dition  to  himself,  Ron,  and  Hermione  to  join  him  in  the  attempt  to  rescue Sirius, he would not have picked Ginny, Neville, or Luna. - Order of the Phoenix

He’s not thinking that because he’s nice and ~doesn’t want to put them in danger uwu~: he’s thinking that because he thinks Ginny, Neville and Luna aren’t good enough to rescue Sirius. To be fair, that’s also quite pragmatic: Neville has indeed great trouble with magic due to his father’s wand, and Luna has never participated in an adventure to fight Voldemort, while Ginny’s participation was that of his victim.

Why do you think Harry and hermione are selfish and don’t deserve him? That ain’t true 

Because yes, that’s true. They’re fundamentally self-absorbed. Part of it is teenage immaturity, of course, and Ron can be similarly self-centred, but Harry is often going around thinking “me me me”. Like, when Arthur Weasley got bitten by Nagini he was thinking about how he was going to look crazy if he said he dreamed he was the snake, what the fuck Harry.

Similarly, Hermione often prioritizes herself and her feelings above Ron’s. She treats Harry very delicately because poor wee Harry is a poor orphan and that’s so sad but she has no such qualms with Ron since she doesn’t realize that his baggage amounts to a little more than just “I feel overshadowed by everyone that came before me”: it’s legit “I feel that nobody will ever love me because who’d care for a loser like me when there are all those great people around me?”. To be fair Hermione is not a psychologist, and she’s not under obligation to help Ron cope with his feelings, but when you’re friends with someone you usually try to support them a bit.

Look at how Harry and Hermione reacted to the bullying campaign against Ron in OOTP. Not. One. Fucking. Thing. Ron left to trudge alone in the snow for maybe hours after his first match, and they didn’t fucking try to find him, they stayed holed up in the common room, just staring at each other and feeling sorry for themselves. I don’t know if it’s a Brit thing to leave a friend alone with their own dark thoughts for company after a terrible public humiliation but it’s certainly not a good friend thing.

Harry got glimpses in to Voldy cause thats influence. Harry can’t be controlled because he is so full of the “force (Voldy) detests”. It is said multiple times that’s why. And he is so “purely and strongly” associated with love. It’s what makes Harry, Harry. Despite what he’s been through, he remains “pure of heart” as Dumbledore put it, he sacrifices himself and it sets off a protection charm for everyone

Yeah because bullshit plot device magic blah blah blah, really it ain’t shit. It’s mostly an excuse. Because how offensive it is to imagine that had Harry just gone to Voldemort a bit earlier, then the “““Love Charm”““ would save everyone? Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Colin, had Harry moved his fucking ass and just surrendered he’d have saved them all. Hell, when you already consider that the Battle of Hogwarts happened at Hogwarts because fucking Harry absolutely HAD to be the one to get one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes you see, couldn’t have summoned Kreacher and asked him to search the place, couldn’t have remained hidden and entrusted the other students with the search, nooo, absolutely HAD to go to Hogwarts aka the place where every child is held hostage by a fascist government that could decide to kill them all for “hiding Undesirable Number One in their midst so they deserved their fate”... Genius move Harry, truly. +50 people dead thanks to you, fucking dumbass.

he tries to save Voldy, 

Um, not really, he just told Vold to try and feel some remorse. Then bullshit space magic about the Elder Wand so Harry is technically not a murderer because he just Disarmed his opponent, you see, he’s still pure yall, cause killing someone quickly and painlessly (= Avada Kedavra) is worse than torture (= Crucio), ysee?

Harry felt bad for Hagrid when Aragon died and wanted to be there for Hagrid, despite Aragon nearly eating him. Ron did not.

............................... um, no.

“Hagrid!”  cried  Hermione,  leaping  up,  hurrying  around  the  table  the  long  way  to  avoid  the  barrel of maggots, and putting an arm around his shaking shoulders. “What is it?”  “It’s...him...”  gulped  Hagrid,  his  beetle-black  eyes  streaming  as  he  mopped  his  face  with  his  apron. “It’s...Aragog...I think he’s dyin’...He got ill over the summer an’ he’s not gettin’ better... I don’ know what I’ll do if he...if he...We’ve bin tergether so long...”  Hermione patted Hagrid’s shoulder, looking at a complete loss for anything to say. Harry knew how  she  felt.  He  had  known  Hagrid  to  present  a  vicious  baby  dragon  with  a  teddy  bear,  seen  him  croon  over  giant  scorpions  with  suckers  and  stingers,  attempt  to  reason  with  his  brutal  giant  of  a  half-brother, but this was perhaps the most incomprehensible of all his monster fancies: the gigantic talking spider, Aragog, who dwelled deep in the Forbidden Forest and which he and Ron had only narrowly escaped four years previously.  “Is there — is there anything we can do?” Hermione asked, ignoring Ron’s frantic grimaces and head-shakings.  “I  don’  think  there  is,  Hermione,”  choked  Hagrid,  attempting  to  stem  the  flood  of  his  tears.  “See, the rest o’ the tribe...Aragog’s family...they’re gettin’ a bit funny now he’s ill...bit restive...”  “Yeah, I think we saw a bit of that side of them,” said Ron in an undertone.  “...I  don’  reckon  it’d  be  safe  fer  anyone  but  me  ter  go  near  the  colony  at  the  mo’,”  Hagrid  finished, blowing his nose hard on his apron and looking up. “But thanks fer offerin’, Hermione...It means a lot.”  After  that,  the  atmosphere  lightened  considerably,  for  although  neither  Harry  nor  Ron  had  shown any inclination to go and feed giant grubs to a murderous, gargantuan spider, Hagrid seemed to take it for granted that they would have liked to have done and became his usual self once more. - Half-Blood Prince

Then

“Excellent,” he said. “Really excellent. Right...I’m going down to Hagrid’s.”  “What?” said Ron and Hermione together, looking aghast.  “No, Harry — you’ve got to go and see Slughorn, remember?” said Hermione.  “No,”  said  Harry  confidently.  “I’m  going  to  Hagrid’s,  I’ve  got  a  good  feeling  about  going  to  Hagrid’s.”  “You’ve got a good feeling about burying a giant spider?” asked Ron, looking stunned.  “Yeah,”  said  Harry,  pulling  his  Invisibility  Cloak  out  of  his  bag.  “I  feel  like  it’s  the  place  to  be  tonight, you know what I mean?”  “No,” said Ron and Hermione together, both looking positively alarmed now.  “This  is  Felix  Felicis,  I  suppose?”  said  Hermione  anxiously,  holding  up  the  bottle  to  the  light.  “You haven’t got another little bottle full of — I don’t know —”  “Essence of Insanity?” suggested Ron, as Harry swung his cloak over his shoulders.  Harry laughed, and Ron and Hermione looked even more alarmed.  “Trust me,” he said. “I know what I’m doing...or at least” he strolled confidently to the door — “Felix does.” - Half-Blood Prince

Harry doesn’t want to go to Hagrid’s out of the goodness and lurve of his heart. He’s going because it’s convenient. Because Felix Felicis.

Harry really isn’t anything special. Anyone with basic math skills can realize that dying to save possibly hundreds of people is better than you living and possibly hundreds dying. That’s nothing to do with purity of the heart or shit, that’s just math.

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i finally finished cass week!! its been lots of late nights but so much fun. thank you everyone whos been reading these. tonight i have some real good cassunzel/unknighted dream content for yall, so enjoy if that’s your thing

CASSANDRA APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 7 - FINALE

How is one supposed to feel, showing up at their girlfriend's wedding to somebody else?

Cassandra has been through the whole spectrum of emotions in the run up to it all. There's been joy, of course, and in abundance – these are her best friends, taking that next important step in their lives. While she... takes her own next step. Alone.

She has poured over detailed illustrations Rapunzel sent her in letters of the various wedding patterns she's considered. It's amazing how much input Cass has had in the whole thing, considering it isn't even her wedding, especially when also factoring in the distance between them. She's helped pick out the flavour of punch while hunched over a campfire on a cold night; she's backed up Rapunzel's desire to forego shoes, even in the royal cathedral, in her underthings while her clothes hung up to dry after she got caught in a flash flood.

Half the time it doesn't feel like her place, and she withholds her opinion. Or she'll write back something along the lines of 'you should ask your future husband, not me'. But then Rapunzel counters that with 'well, you're like my future wife, so your opinion is equally important'. And... well, that just leads to other emotions that are even harder for her to deal with.

The flip side of the coin is the disappointment she feels, knowing that Rapunzel can only marry one person and Eugene is the clear winner, in both the royal family's favour and the court of public opinion. After all, who would come to a wedding where the princess marries the very person that nearly destroyed the kingdom? Cassandra can't fault Rapunzel for making the choice to marry Eugene; he was in Rapunzel's life first, he's begrudgingly grown on the people of Corona despite his shady past, and during the mess that she caused he stepped up and took responsibility. He loves her. He'll do anything for her.

She's happy for them, really. But the whole situation still feeds back into this complex she's worked so hard to overcome these last couple years. Marriage just a... a ceremony, a piece of paper, a legal contract. A wedding is a big, over-dramatic party that she would never in a million years want to take part in anyway. And hasn't she always told herself, since she was an angry little kid rolling her eyes at the Day of Hearts' puppet show, that romance, matrimony, all that bullshit, is something she's never wanted for herself?

It's petty, plain and simple, to have such a sting of jealousy at the idea of Rapunzel and Eugene marrying. They deserve their happy ending! More than anybody! Cass will just... have to figure out a way to be okay with that. Chasing destiny on the open road is her happy ending anyway, and that's no life for a... what would she even be? Princess consort? Duchess?

...Fine. She doesn't need a title or status to be happy. So much of her identity has been clinging to words other people might use to describe her and it can only end if she wishes it so.

All the same – it would be nice, just for a day, if she could be Rapunzel's bride.

…

Cass doesn't mean to show up late to the ceremony, although she's sure that Lance will slide up and make some comment at the reception anyway. Maybe she just didn't want to get up that morning. Maybe it's because she stayed up late last night, camping out at the lagoon, thinking about the vows they took all those years ago. After all, wasn't that modelled after a private wedding, between the two rulers who bound their kingdoms together? A marriage that is recognised in Corona's history books? By extension, aren't her and Rapunzel already married, in their own way?

That should be enough.

By the time Fidella and Owl rouse her, their casual annoyance morphing into urgency as the sun rises higher in the sky, she already knows she won't make it on time. She won't even have time to change, after Rapunzel spent weeks pestering her for her clothing measurements to have an appropriate outfit tailored. Thankfully, Raps knows her well enough not to commission a dress.

Cass rides like she's never ridden before, determined to get there before the vows. What will Rapunzel and Eugene think of her if they look out to the pews and see she isn't there, after all she's done to convince them she's fine with it all? She promised herself, the moment she held the pale lilac wedding invitation in her hands six months prior, that she wouldn't ruin their big day for them. Even if she shows up with windswept hair and yesterday's travelling clothes on, she has to be there, cheering them on.

With her and Fidella's combined determination they make the journey from the lagoon to the castle walls in record time. Standing at the gate, she purses her lips in annoyance as Stan and Pete, in a frustrating display of competence, ask for proof of ID and her invitation.

“Stan, Pete, this is ridiculous. You know me. You've known me since I was a kid.”

“Sorry, Cassandra,” Stan says sagely, as she begrudgingly hands over her Corona citizen identification card. “Rules are rules, and this is a big day for the princess.”

“Besides, we need to be on the lookout for shapeshifters,” Pete adds on, holding her invitation to the light to search for the subtly printed Corona emblem on the paper. “It's a recent thing we've been told to watch out for. A couple years ago there was an incident at the goodwill festival, see.”

“Pete, that was also me,” Cass says flatly.

“Never can be too careful,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Captain's orders and all. We good here, Stan?”

“Yup, everything looks legitimate. Welcome back to Corona, Cassandra!” Stan says, reverting back to his cheerful disposition.

“I am going to kill Eugene for this. Figuratively, of course.”

Stan motions for the gates to open, and as they do, a narrow stream of what looks to be wine rushes past Fidella's hooves. She moves aside slightly, snorting a little in confusion.

“Eww,” mutters Pete, exchanging a confused look with Stan before clearing his throat. “Well, you'd better hurry to the wedding if you don't want to miss the vows!”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Cass wrinkles her nose a little at the trail of wine leading across the bridge, eyes widening as it becomes apparent that there is much more where that came from. As the gates swing shut once again, Cass wonders to herself what the fuck they have just walked into.

The whole kingdom looks to be a mess. There are lanterns flying everywhere, and between them there are doves. Passing through the lower town, it looks like there's been some sort of roof collapse at the old tar works, and the stream of wine gradually becomes a shallow river. Fidella does her best to step around the mess, but it's nearly impossible; even the houses lining the street have been doused. At this rate, the reception will be an extremely sober affair.

Cass picks her way through the winding streets leading up to the palace, passing by a few torn up carts selling imitation merchandise of Rapunzel's wedding attire. She can't help but scoff at the broken shoe cart. As if Raps would wear shoes, even to her own wedding.

The crowd, all dressed in their Sunday bests, look shaken to their cores when she finally reaches the courtyard. The tables that were laid out for the reception are overturned, there is soup everywhere, and no one knows quite what to do with themselves.

She approaches a guard, looking flustered as he tries to set a nearby table upright, and asks, “Uh, what happened here?”

“Some – some horse burst through in a frenzy,” he explains, shaking like a leaf. “It, uh, from a distance it kinda looked like Maximus.”

Cassandra's brow furrows. “Is everything okay?”

“There are no reports of a disturbance in the throne room,” the guard continues. “But as you can see, the decorations have all been tarnished.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Look, I won't keep you, I just need access to the throne room. I have an invitation here, signed by the princess...”

After an excruciating second ID check (she was seriously going to maim Eugene for introducing this ridiculous 'shapeshifter' check) Cass is granted access to the venue, and figuring it's probably best not to draw attention to her tardiness, she slips in through one of the side entrances, with its door propped open to let in some cool air on such a hot day.

Cass hops down from Fidella's back, scratching the side of her head affectionately as Owl swoops down to take her place. He hoots at her curiously.

“Yeah, I don't know what the fuck just went down either,” Cass whispers. “I'm sure we'll find out later. For now, let's just not make a scene?”

Fate has other plans, however. She makes it barely two steps past the doorway before almost being bowled over by a runaway eight-tier wedding cake.

“Woah!” she gasps, stepping out of the way just in time to avoid getting a face full of cake. She reaches around, gripping the sides of the trolley to try and keep it from rolling all the way outside. Fidella steps in to help, blocking the exit with her body, and Cass heaves a sigh of relief as the trolley grinds to a halt, the cake wobbling precariously for several painful seconds before stabilising. Owl hoots in victory and Cass exhales loudly.

“Oh thank god. That could have been a disaster.”

“...Hey, where's the cake?” a voice, unmistakably Eugene's, calls from beyond the edge of the corridor. Cass cringes. So much for quietly watching from the sidelines.

Steeling herself, she slips around the back of the trolley and with some effort, pushes it around the corner and into the throne room. There's an audible ripple of uncertainty through the pews, as the confused guests mutter to one another about why some windswept vagrant is wheeling out a cake that was already in position at the beginning of the ceremony. There's a hoot of laughter (definitely Lance) at Cassandra's dishevelled appearance, a sharp “is that Cassandra?” from three rows away (her dad's voice, for sure), and a few giggles she's guessing are coming from Kiera and Catalina's direction. She can't even bear to look at the king and queen.

Instead, she sees two figures in white. Eugene, looking proud as can be in his very expensive wedding garb that he bragged about to her in several letters... and Rapunzel, face framed by the soft lace veil behind her, looking so beautiful Cass could cry. Her surprise melts into pure glee, and if it weren't for the colossal cake in between, Cass knows Raps would be launching herself at her right then and there, present company be damned.

She passes Max and Pascal and almost chokes. That would explain the sorry state of the tar works' roof, at least. From somewhere behind, she hears Fidella stifle a snort of laughter.

“Well well well,” Eugene says, with a click of the tongue and a lopsided grin. “If it isn't our favourite little gatecrasher.”

It's his teasing, strangely enough, that helps her to find her voice in front of all these people. “Well geez, somebody had to stop this cake from rolling down the hill.”

…

The wedding reception ends up being less of a party and more of a clean-up operation after Max and Pascal's prior mischief, but when the venue has been tidied up and the main courses have been served, Cass slips away right as the king stands up to give a tearful toast. If she times it right she can change into the outfit Rapunzel has had tailored for her and return before the speech is concluded, no problem.

At this point, her room is basically an empty shell with a bed and a wardrobe, so it takes no time to lay out her new outfit ready. Glancing around the empty husk of a room while she starts to undress, Cass wonders when exactly Corona stopped feeling like her home. Maybe about the time she realised it was the people, not the place, that she gravitated back to time and time again?

The new suit doesn't look all too different to Eugene's, minus his father's sash. It's white, with similar detailing, and even some of the same gold accents on the collar. Cass blanches a little the longer she stares at it. God, she's going to look like she's trying to steal his thunder. On his fucking wedding day.

“Why did I let you do this, Raps?” she groans. She can't deny once wearing it, however, that it makes her look really good.

She stares at her reflection in the mirror on her closet door, trying for a smile. This whole situation feels bizarre, and she still can't stop thinking about how stunning Rapunzel looks in her wedding dress.

I wish she was marrying me instead.

The admission, even inside her head, is enough to make her growl in frustration, slap her forehead.

“Enough,” she grits out. “You are going to go out there and be supportive and happy for them because this is their day and you love them so much. Enough throwing yourself a pity party, Cass.”

With nothing else to say to herself, she ties back her hair, shaggier from her foregoing a haircut in quite some time, neatly plaiting it and securing it with a short piece of string from her satchel. Pulling a pair of white gloves on to tie the whole outfit together, she glares at her reflection for a few seconds to compose herself before heading back towards the venue.

“Looking dapper, Cass,” Lance mutters in greeting as she slides up beside him, trying to pretend that she hadn't slipped out in the middle of the king's big speech. He glances over at Eugene, sat beside Rapunzel at the front table reserved for the royals, and then back to her again. “Tell me, which one of you is the groom again?”

“Don't you dare draw anyone's attention to this, Lance. Raps has no idea how petty this makes me look to onlookers.”

He bursts out laughing, which quickly dissolves into a fake cough to deter the few people who turn to stare at him disapprovingly. “Haha, hmm. Uh, you know that was definitely intentional on her part, right? She wants you to feel included.”

“Included? I just feel like I'm third-wheeling a wedding.”

“Isn't that exactly what's happening?”

She groans quietly, before bursting into polite applause as the king embraces Rapunzel tightly and then raises his glass, before taking his seat. Edmund rises, and she can already see Eugene looking nervous at the weird shit he's about to start spouting to the unsuspecting audience.

“I came back here to support them, not to upstage Eugene at the after party.” She chews her lip. “Maybe I should change. D'you think I should change?”

“Look, Cass, Eugene knew about the matching suits ahead of time. If he had a problem with it he would have said something, believe me.” Lance grins and shakes his head. “I was just messing with you before about the third wheel stuff. You're their equal, don't you get that? This might as well be your day too.”

Cass pinches the bridge of her nose. “Don't say this stuff to me, Lance, or I'll seriously start feeling depressed. I need a drink. Is there any booze left, or is it all out on the street?”

“Unless they're planning on breaking out the communion wine, I think we're out of luck.”

“Damn it. Maybe I should just hide in the bathroom for the next six hours.”

As the toasts conclude, Rapunzel and Eugene are called to the dance floor for the first wedding dance. The orchestra rise as Arianna removes the train from Rapunzel's hair, and she and Eugene make their way to the centre of the venue with their hands clasped. Rapunzel's eyes search in the crowd as she walks, finally locking in on Cass as the conductor motions for the band to play.

“I love you,” Rapunzel mouths, and Cass weakly nods before losing Rapunzel's attention to the sweep of the music and the arms of her new husband.

…

“Cass!”

Rapunzel finds her on the steps, having put some distance between her and the rest of the party about an hour ago. After a couple hours of shit-talking bad dancers with Lance from the sidelines, catching up briefly with her father, and downing about a third of the punch bowl in an attempt to avoid conversations with people, Cassandra is all partied out.

Rapunzel's hair is mussed from hours of relentless dancing as she patters down the steps and flops down beside her, uncaring if the dust from foot traffic leaves a mark on the fabric.

“Hey, newlywed. You having a good time?”

“Of course! Oh, Cass, aren't the orchestra just wonderful? They play the classics, for my parents, but the upbeat stuff was a great surprise! When I'm queen, we'll dance like this at every function, mark my words!” The gleam in her eyes only brightens as she adds, “Besides... I keep stopping mid-step and thinking, I'm married now. I get to spend the rest of my life with Eugene. Isn't that just – just wonderful?”

“It is.” Cass offers her the warmest smile she can muster. “I'm so happy for you, Raps, really. You and Fitzherbert are going to have a great life.”

“All three of us are.” Rapunzel scoots closer and rests her head against Cassandra's shoulder. If only time could stop right now, Cass wishes silently, she wouldn't ask for anything ever again. “Cass, you are both my future. It's been so hard to find time to be with you today, and it's driving me crazy! You deserved to be up there with us today, you know?”

“But Corona law doesn't allow it,” Cass says softly, as if saying the words delicately will shelter her heart from fully feeling the weight of them. Rapunzel swallows and nods.

“Mhm. Yeah, it... it doesn't.”

She reaches for Cassandra's hands and squeezes them in her own. Cass can feel Rapunzel's wedding band dig slightly into her index finger, and tears spring to her eyes.

“Well,” she forces herself to say, “it's okay. If you had to marry either one of us, it should be Eugene. He's the more stable presence in your life, after all. He can help you keep this place afloat, while I – while I'm off travelling.”

“Let's not talk about this,” Rapunzel whispers, a pleading tone creeping in. “This... this should be a happy day for us, Cass! The start of something new!”

“You're right. Raps, this is a happy day. And – and I mean it, Rapunzel, I am so happy for you both. My best friends get to be happy together forever. Why wouldn't I be?”

She stands up quickly and holds her hand out, pulling Rapunzel to her feet. Rapunzel stares at her for a heartbeat, face clouded with some emotion too tumultuous to unpack in this moment, before reaching over and wiping a tear away as it spills over from Cass's eyes.

“I know you are.” Her face softens into a smile. “Hey, dance with me? Please?”

“I don't know, Raps...”

“Just one dance?” she asks, biting her lip. “I'm about ready to turn in, but... it wouldn't feel right if I didn't share at least one dance with the woman I love the most.”

“That's sweet of you. How will the man you love the most feel if I take the last dance?” Cass asks, quirking an eyebrow as Rapunzel begins tugging her up the steps by her wrist. “And your father, for that matter?”

“Oh, Eugene won't mind, silly,” Rapunzel laughs airily, marching them both towards the centre of the dance floor as other party-goers begin to stare. “And my father isn't dancing with you, I am.”

There are some whispers as they begin to dance slowly, stepping in time to a waltz; it's more of an open secret than anything, the way Rapunzel and Cassandra are with each other, but it still feels pretty brazen all the same. Cass is a bit rusty on her feet, having gone years since she last danced ballroom-style, but as she stares lovingly at Rapunzel's face, counting the smattering of freckles on her nose and seeing her own flustered face in Rapunzel's eyes, she realises it doesn't really matter. The steps are bullshit; everything is, except the hand clasped in hers and the other curled around the back of her neck.

Out of the corner of her eye Cass spies Lance, grin a mile wide, offering his hand out to Eugene. They start their own dance, a little clumsier, a little more comical than their own. Rapunzel giggles as they waltz past, Lance almost knocking into them as they spin.

“See? Eugene and Lance can make their own fun.”

Cass smiles back, exhaling slowly. There are still a few people watching with rapt interest: Queen Arianna, looking misty-eyed; Cassandra's father, fidgeting a little, his anxieties no doubt feeding off of the nervousness in Cass's own body language; a little girl she doesn't even know, clad in a waistcoat and pants, looking like she's seeing someone who mirrors herself for the first time. But as interest in their dance begins to wane, so do her fears.

“Dancing still isn't really my thing,” she confesses, as they begin to slow down. “It feels... awkward.”

“Oh.” Rapunzel pouts. “But, you know, gotta try everything once?”

“Of course. I can stand it if I'm with you.” She leans in to press a kiss to Rapunzel's forehead, but thinks better of it, leaning back again. “I, uh... yeah, it might be time for me to turn in, Raps.”

Rapunzel's smile fades a little in disappointment, but she nods. “Yeah. It's about time for us to leave too, so...”

“You're leaving tonight?”

“Yeah. No time like the present, right?” Rapunzel winds her arm around Cassandra's, clinging on as she calls over the din of the music. “Eugene! Are you ready?”

“Sunshine, I'll be right with you,” he calls back, in the midst of being dipped by Lance. Once he's back on his feet and says his goodbyes in a bone-crushing hug, he joins the two of them as they make their way to the edge of the dance floor.

“Is... is it okay for us to just leave like this?” Cass asks suspiciously. “You two don't need to make some kind of big announcement, or anything?”

“...Nah,” Eugene says after a long pause, exchanging a look with Rapunzel. “We can let the king and queen deal with that, right? Besides, the ship won't wait forever.”

Before Cass can protest further, Eugene slides up to the other side of her and links his arm in hers, and the two effectively march her down the steps and towards the docks.

“This is lovely and all, but I can't help the feeling that you two are kidnapping me,” she points out, as the three of them march on in silence.

“What! No! We – we just think you should see the boat! It's really gorgeous, and there's apparently an ice sculpture on board,” Rapunzel gabbles, starting to wax poetic in her ear as Eugene stands on the other side of her, equally enthusiastic.

“And get this – they didn't screw up my nose this time!! That's a huge deal, you absolutely cannot miss it-”

This weird pimping of the boat continues as they follow the path down to the harbour, greeting a few puzzled guards on the way as they tag along for protection. Cass can't shake the feeling that something extremely weird is going on. Eugene and Rapunzel have been shooting her odd looks all day, and she thought it was because her complicated feelings were obvious to everyone around her, but as they get closer and the ship comes into view, it definitely feels like there's a bigger story than that.

The boat is beautiful – the wood is dyed a deep cherry red, and the sails are the same rich purple as the Coronan flag, complete with the golden sun crest. On board, true to their words, is an ice sculpture, but as she strains her eyes, the sculpture depicting the happy couple looks suspiciously like a happy throuple, instead.

“Raps... Eugene... what exactly is going on here?”

“Oh, you'll see,” Eugene says under his breath, while Rapunzel giggles gleefully and gives no further answer.

Trunks of their belongings are already being loaded onto the ship when they arrive, and Cass notices a familiar satchel and carry on pack nestled beside one of Rapunzel's cases.

“Are – are those my things? Guys, what is going on?”

Finally, the two of them release her arms and she takes a step back, eyes darting all over as she tries to comprehend what the fuck is happening right now.

“Cassandra,” Rapunzel begins, clasping her hands together joyfully, “we're boarding the ship for our honeymoon, and... we were hoping you would like to come with us.”

She stares. “...But why?”

“Why?” Eugene scoffs. “Why indeed, Cass, let me think. You're our best friend, you're in a relationship with my wife – something as intimate as a honeymoon doesn't just happen with two out of three when it comes to us, you understand?”

“But – but this wedding isn't for us, it's for you,” splutters Cass, still wondering if she knocked her head at some point and woke up in a parallel universe, where things like a honeymoon for three were commonplace. He rolls his eyes, hard.

“Cass, look at us. We're wearing the same freaking suit. You do the math.”

“And we had our own wedding dance,” Rapunzel chimes in. “Even if you didn't really like it.”

“All right, just... stop, okay? Give me a minute to think.” Cass is starting to feel dizzy. “I – I know you both love me – in different ways,” she adds sharply, as Eugene opens his mouth. “But this is... pretty crazy. Even for us. I mean, people will talk about this, guys.”

Rapunzel and Eugene exchange amused glances. “Cass, everyone who knows us knows, and everyone who doesn't have a pretty good guess about what goes on between us three,” Rapunzel says slowly. “You don't have to worry about that anymore, do you understand?”

“It's different now!” Cassandra protests, shaking her head in pure, unfiltered amazement. “You two are married now and it's – adulterous. Probably. Maybe even treasonous? God, my head hurts.”

“So it's not a cut and dry situation, that's fine!” Eugene throws up his hands in exasperation. “But damn it, Cass, you're acting like this is the end of days. If you stuck around more than a few days at a time, you'd realise that the people of Corona really don't care as much as you think they do.”

Cass opens and closes her mouth a few times, unsure of where to even start with protesting everything they've been saying to her. She loses the train of thought anyway once she lays eyes on Rapunzel, with a desperate look in her eyes as she watches Cass, fidgeting with her hands.

“Cass,” she says quietly, taking a tentative step forward, “we can't force you to come with us, but we would really like you to. So we can right this – this rigid law that stops us all from being happy.”

“...Okay, now you've definitely lost me.”

Rapunzel makes a frustrated noise in her throat, running her fingers back through her hair and resting both hands on the back of her neck, like she so often does when she's trying to think.

“Cassandra – once we are outside of Coronan waters, the laws don't apply anymore.”

“...And?”

Eugene half-laughs, half-coughs, and Rapunzel shoots him a pointed look before continuing more gently, “And, when we're out at sea, certain... marriage laws... don't apply either.”

She bites her lip, hoping this will be enough to get the gears turning in Cassandra's head, but she stares on blankly.

“Oh, for christ's sake!” Eugene slaps his forehead and pulls Cass along to stand beside Rapunzel, staring them both down with folded arms. “Cass, I don't know how many times we have to spell it out for you, but this has always been your wedding day too. If you want it to be, anyway.”

The words finally seem to hit home, and she stares between them with eyes as wide as a deer being stalked.

“What?” she squeaks.

“Cassandra, I have wanted to marry the both of you for as long as this has even been a conversation,” Rapunzel explains, and her voice shakes a little with her next words. “Of course this is crazy, everything we do together is crazy! And, Cass? If you don't want to get on the boat and do this... I'll accept that. But – but I hope, after all that we've been through together, that you want to be my wife as much as I want to be yours.”

Time moves slowly as the weight of these words sink in, and Cass glances between Eugene, who is beginning to look emotional just in the presence of this proposal, and Rapunzel, laying her heart on the line just to show Cass how much she matters.

“You'd really do that? For me?”

“With you,” Rapunzel corrects, mouth splitting into a grin as her eyes gloss over with tears. “Cass, I would sail to the ends of the Earth if it meant I could marry you when we get there.”

“Oh god,” Eugene says in a hushed voice. He turns away, hand over his eyes. “You're both killing me here.”

“Can it, Fitzherbert,” Cass says on instinct, before a laugh bubbles up from her throat. “Raps, I – what do I even say to that?!”

“Say yes already, oh my god!”

“Eugene!” Rapunzel shakes her head, giggling helplessly. “Sorry, proposals get to him.”

Cass gives a watery laugh. “I'll bet. What's he going to do when we actually get married, huh?”

Rapunzel blinks a few times, then gasps in delight. “So it's a yes?!”

All Cass can do is nod before Rapunzel throws herself at her, hugging her tight enough to choke. Even with all the oxygen being squeezed from her lungs, Cass feels like she can breathe for the first time all day.

There's the sound of a throat being cleared behind them, and they turn to see a guard looking a little awkward to interrupt.

“Excuse me. Um... the smaller bags, should we load them on the ship, or...?”

“Yes, you should,” Cass says, barely able to contain her cheer. “Wherever these two go, I'm going with them.”

The guard shrugs, quickly turning back to the remaining luggage, and Cass cups Rapunzel's jaw, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before hiding her face in the top of Rapunzel's hair.

“Aww, don't be shy! I loved that!” Rapunzel giggles, pulling her in closer. “I loved that so much. Wherever we go, you're coming too. Yep... that's going in my journal for sure.”

“No,” groans Cass, still giggling despite herself. “Please, no record of anything sappy I say ever again.”

“Too late. See, you should know by now, Cass. Everything mushy we ever say will be immortalised in our wife's notebooks for the rest of our lives,” Eugene sighs, slinging an arm around her. Cass nods, keeping close as they steer her towards the boarding plank.

Our wife. It feels too fucking good to be real.

“This isn't a dream, right?” she asks suddenly, as they're halfway up the plank. “This is really happening?”

“Of course it's real, art can't imitate life!” scoffs Eugene, looking a little offended. “This face can't simply be replicated in dreams, Cassandra.”

“No one is saying anything about your face, Eugene,” Rapunzel sighs, shaking her head fondly.

“You know what, Fitzherbert? You've got a point. If this were a dream your nose would be a totally different shape, for a start.”

“I don't get it! How hard can it be to draw somebody's nose in accurate proportion to their face?!”

As they take their first steps onto the boat and the plank is removed, they turn to see a few familiar faces have gathered. The parents have come to wave their children off, in a quiet moment of finality before the next chapter begins. Arianna waves to them, her aura simply overflowing with joy, Frederic watches on with a stiffer wave, clearly still coming to grips with what's about to happen once the boat leaves Corona. Edmund, stood off to the side, is loudly asking Hamuel why their good friend is tagging along for the journey.

A little further back, Cassandra's father watches on. Upon first glance, she freezes; Rapunzel's arm is still holding her in close, and she nods towards him, trying for a smile. He nods back, slowly at first, before raising his arms to wave.

He is called over by Arianna and sheepishly joins her, his eyes never fully leaving Cass as he does so. Overwhelmed, she glances down at Rapunzel, who is leaning with her head against her shoulder, still beaming and waving at her parents.

“My father knew about this, then?” she asks quietly. Rapunzel shrugs, a shy smile on her face.

“I know we don't need it, but I wanted his blessing. I wanted him to know that you're loved, and you're gonna live a long life and be okay.”

The regal trill of trumpets fill the air, as the small cluster of guards on the dock stand to attention. A few words are read from a prepared scroll, carried away by the ocean breeze before Cass can hear, and then suddenly they're moving. The faces of their parents are growing smaller, the stretch of ocean growing larger, and Cass exhales shakily before turning to Rapunzel and Eugene.

“I think I'm going to puke,” she confesses.

“What?!” squeaks Rapunzel, alarmed.

“Well, now would be a terrible time to tell us you get seasick,” Eugene jokes, clapping her on the back. “Seriously though. You okay?”

“I'm fine. I just... realised how much of what was said happened in front of all those strangers. And then our parents. God, I'm gonna jump.”

“Yeah, no jumping,” Eugene says firmly, tugging her away from the boat's edge by her shoulders. “How long until we're out of Coronan waters.”

“Less than an hour.” The tremors are back in Rapunzel's voice again.

“And there are... aha! Three hours until the clock strikes midnight. You're in luck, ladies. If we play our cards right, this day will go down in history as both our anniversaries. How's that sound, huh?”

“Sounds like everything I've dreamed of,” Rapunzel sighs, melting against Cass. “Doesn't it feel good just to be here and not having to hide it?”

“I mean, we're embarking with a very small crew for a private ceremony outside of Coronan waters,” Cass points out. “Feels pretty hidden to me.”

Rapunzel pouts. “Ah, you're right.”

“You know... I think it's better this way. I wouldn't want it to be some public affair anyway,” Cass says quickly. “But yeah, this still feels like I'm in some sort of fever dream.”

“Want me to pinch you to be sure?”

“If you pinch me I will kill you. And hey, what was all this about a shapeshifter check at the gates, huh, Fitzherbert? I missed your wedding vows just so you could mess with me?!”

“Oh, that. I thought it would be funny!”

The ship sails off, disappearing into the evening sky, and even as she's bickering with Eugene and being held back by an exasperated Rapunzel, Cass can't help believing that this might be the start of her own happily ever after, after all.

#cassandra appreciation week #cassandra week #tangled the series #tts #cassunzel #unknighted dream #tts cassandra #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert

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To Kree or Not To Kree

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Romanoff!Reader; Natasha Romanoff x LittleSister!Reader; Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (brief but there!)

Words: 2222

Request: May I please request a Carol Danvers x fem!reader where the reader is really affectionate, but Carol isn’t really cuddly because she’s not used to physical contact? Like, the reader really always wants to kiss/hug Carol but doesn’t cuz she doesn’t want to make Carol uncomfortable? But when Carol initates small bits of affection, like hand holding, the reader gets really happy, and it kinda makes Carol guilty cuz C feels like she doesn’t give R enough love. Sorry if this is confusing I❤u!!!

Summary: You want touch, Carol doesn’t. Carol loves you, you love Carol more. Natasha stands up for her little sister.

Warnings: Carol is a bit of an asshole but means no harm, Natasha is a #mamabear. Angst-ish, but fluffy nonetheless.

A/N: what????? madi managed to post a request???? bitch ik! im sorry it’s taken me so long I was in a bit of a rut there! but iam back and I really like this one. I sorta kinda tried a new writing style? If yall like it lmk. Enjoy!

Everyone says opposites attract, and with you and Carol, it’s quite obvious.

You’re the kind of person who thrives off of human contact and affection. You love anything that involves contact, hugging, holding hands, high fives, cuddling, the whole 9 yards. It’s what gave you the euphoric feeling that everyone craves.

Carol is literally the exact opposite. She stays away from physical contact as much as possible

She doesnt understand the need for it, she wants her space. She doesnt need to….interlock fingers with yours to prove that she loves you. She may have been human, but technically, her wiring was still Kree.

And do you really think they allowed measly… mortal things like hugging and cuddling to slide?

…

That’s what I thought.

You never made a big deal out of it, though. You knew that was just Carol, and you didn’t wanna be the kind of girlfriend that always nags and is never satisfied.

Don’t get me wrong. You’ve tried. Like that once time at the pier.

It was date night, you and carol, and Natasha and Wanda. It was group date:movie on the beach followed by street food and a walk on the pier.

“Group photo!” Everyone huddled together as Natasha stretched her arms to hey everyone in the photo.

You stood by your girlfriend smiling wide, you took a regular photo and then a silly one. You saw Wanda stand on her tiptoes to kiss Natasha on her cheek, so you figured you would do the same to Carol.

I mean…Natasha sure as hell got a kick out of it. And you and Carol were just as much in love and they were.

So, standing on your toes when Natasha went to take another picture, you pressed your lips to Carol eyes.

Big mistake.

Carol froze up, you could’ve sworn she was about to have a seizure with how tense her body got.

“You alright?” Thinking that you crossed a boundary.

“Yeah, Babe. I’m fine.”

You brushed it off and told yourself you were overthinking.

But you weren’t.

For the rest of the night, Carol basically avoided any contact with you, she didnt hold your hand, kiss you on your forehead. None of it.

You chalked it up to her maybe not being comfortable with PDA. You could get with that, I mean…it makes sense. She grew up in a time where people weren’t so open about two women loving each other, and a lot of people today still aren’t it made sense.

But then….Carol not only didn’t show you affection outside, but inside as well.

Everytime you initiated a cuddle session, she would always make some lame excuse “oh, it’s too hot” or “you’re crushing my bladder baby” and she would always play it off.

That happened a lot, like a lot, a lot.

So eventually, you let it go. You didn’t try to hug her, or hold her when she had a bad day. You knew she wasn’t going to hold up or rub your back if you came back from a particularly bad mission that left you with a nightmare. You knew that you weren’t ever going to have that. But you loved Carol, so you were able to deal.

Not being able to be intimate (not sexually) with the one person you loved most took a toll on you, of course it did.

Everyone could see it, especially Natasha.

Nat was your big sister, she was always the one who noticed even the smallest bit of a change in you.

So you bet your bottom dollar that Natasha heard the sigh you let out when she hugged you longer than usual.

This past mission was….brutal, to say the least. You had made it out by the skin of your teeth, broken toe and bruises and scratches everywhere, but alive nonetheless.

Of course, Carol was relieved that you were alive…and she told you that. But sometimes actions speak louder than words. All she gave you was a little smile and peck on the lips. There was no bruising kiss, bone crushing hug. But, you were used to it.

Natasha though, quite the opposite.

As soon as she saw you, her little sister, walk through the compound doors, she gave you the biggest hug.

All you could do was hug back, let out the biggest sigh, and with that came tears. It had been so long since you’d been hugged so passionately. Since someone’s love for you was shown through body movements and physical contact.

Natasha noticed how you were reluctant to pull away, and how when you did. You looked drained, albeit refreshed.

She knew the mission was tough but this was something else. She knew how you looked when it’d been awhile without physical reassurance.

“When was the last time Carol gave you a hug? Held you? Anything?”

And when you couldn’t give a solid answer let alone a recent one, Natasha was ready to rip off a head. You calmed her down of course, saying how it was okay, but She wasn’t having it.

“Why don’t you just tell her how much hugging and affection means to you? You don’t deserve this.” Natasha huffed and crossed her eyes, eyes sad eyes looking into yours.

“Because it’s who she is, Nat.” You tried to explain. “She doesn’t do hugs or late night cuddles. That’s just her.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Yeah? Well you do hugs, and kisses and holding hands and late night cuddles. That’s just who you are. Why are you the only sacrificing and making changes to who you are, when she’s living fine and dandy?” She threw her hands up, eyes wide and expectant with anger.

“Why is she perfectly sane and you’re losing your mind, hell yourself? And why the fuck didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”

Natasha was pissed yes, but it was coming from a place of love. And you knew you needed to hear it.

“I- I don’t know. I just love her and I didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable.”

She sighed. Placing her hands on your arms, rubbing up and down. You smiled. “That’s not love, Y/N/N. You can love Carol all you want, but you don’t love yourself if you’re willing to allow yourself to be hurt like this.”

Natasha was right, she knew that. And she also knew that you weren’t going to say anything to Carol directly. So she took upon herself, as she should.

You slept in between Natasha and Wanda that night. Sandwiched in between your two favorite people family members. Don't…. Don’t tell Tony that.

.

The next morning, Carol jumped up at the sound of banging against her door. It was still dark outside, she didn’t even hear birds chirping yet. Who in the world could that be?

“I don’t care if your decent or not Danvers, I’m coming in.”

The door opened and in walked Natasha romanoff, still in her pajamas, but a wicked look on her face. She sat in the chair facing Carol’s bed, faced hardened and eyes raging.

“Nat what the-”

“We need to talk about Y/N.”

Carol’s eyes widened, sitting up immediately. “I- Is she alright?”

“No, thanks to you.” Natasha raised her eyebrows, attitude spewing from her body language. Spicy.

“What are you talking about?” Carol rubbed her eyes, it was too early to be dealing with yelling and accusations.

“Why haven’t you hugged her? Or kissed her? Or held her after her worst missions? Or told her it was going to be alright when she wakes up screaming from nightmares? Because I’m sure she does. We all do. But unlike Y/N, we have someone to calm us down and make is feel safe? Do you even love her?”

Carol scrunched her eyebrows up at that. “Of course I love her why are you asking that?”

“Are you sure?” Natasha tilted her head. “Because if you did, you would see how tired and sad she looks. How all she wants is a hug and kiss everyone once and a while from her girlfriend! How she just wants to hold your hand when you pass through crowds because they make her nervous and she doesnt want to get lost!”

Carol stuttered. What was Natasha talking about?

“She wants to feel loved. Because actions speak damn louder than words. And you telling Y/N that you love her means nothing if she doesn’t feel it.”

Natasha is pacing around the room now, rage fueling her words. This was for her sister.

“God. She sacrificed the one thing that grounds her the most because you are ‘comfortable’ with physical contact.” Air quotes. “Well too damn bad, Danvers. Sometimes we gotta feel uncomfortable to make the one we love comfortable. And it isn’t even unreasonable, its human! And before you spew that Kree bullshit at me, you have your memories back, and all the feelings that come with it. You know what it’s like. Y/N hasn’t been hugged or held in weeks. She thrives on that. That’s why she probably almost died! Because she just couldn’t think, her body didn’t have enough energy, enough…love to get out of their sooner.” Natasha wiped her eyes, red and puffy eyes before looking at her sisters girlfriend. Her voice cracked all through her rampant speech.

“So before you say, you love her. Do you actions show it? She may be here now, might he huffing it and powering through. But a person can only handle so much before they break. And I’ll be damned if I let you break my sister. So shape up, or ship out, Danvers. My sister comes first.”

And with that…Natasha was gone.

Wow.

Carol just sat in her bed, hair still messy and eyes red and teary.

What kind of girlfriend was she? Natasha was 100% right. She didnt give you enough love, and she feels like a complete ass for not caring. She knew what she needed to do.

The rest of the day went as Normal. You had no idea about the whole Natasha/Carol debacle. And it stayed that way.

You woke up, in a….surprisingly not empty bed. Natasha and Wanda were at your sides, trying to hold in their giggles as they watched TV to not wake you.

Spoiler alert: didnt work.

Natasha asked how you’re feeling, to which you said “better than ever.” They both frowned at that answer. They didn’t even want to ask when was the last time you and Carol slept in the same bed.

You all went your separate ways. It was Sunday, you had training and a debriefing to prepare yourself for. But you needed to shower first. Mentally, you were refreshed, being squished because two bodies and snug like a bug in a rug really gave your mind a boost.

You were sad that it wasn’t Carol on either side of you, but you didn’t dwell too much on it. Not a good idea to think too much.

You walked towards your room, turning the knob to get your things to shower.

You nearly jumped when you saw a disheveled Carol on your bed. Red eyes and a look of pure guilt when she saw you.

“Carol, is everything alright?” She stood up and walked over to you. She played with her hands as she tried to find the right words.

“I just- I.” You reached out to place your hands onto Carol’s, immediately pulling your hands back when you registered just who was standing in front of you.

Carol broke at that. Tears now freely flowing from her eyes as she covered them with her hands.

“You’re scaring me, Car. What’s wrong?” She pulled her hands down and stared at you, the tears never stopping.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being pulled forward and warm, strong arms coming around your waist.

It was an odd feeling, a new one, and it took you a minute, but then you realized.

This is a hug, Carol is hugging you. Oh my god. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

You wrapped your arms around Carol’s middle, squeezing tightly as you laid your head on her chest. She squeezed harder, still crying, while words fell from her mouth.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been the worst girlfriend ever. I put myself before you and I let you not put yourself first. I should’ve hugged you everyday, and kissed you on your forehead when you were sleepy and- and held your hand when were in crowds and let you lay on me when you were scared. I’m so sorry. You’re only human and I denied you of the one thing you needed most. Please forgive me.”

You didn’t let go of Carol, or say anything else. You just squeezed harder, your arms coming to wrapped around her neck, as she pulled your body even closer.

Tears sprang to your eyes when you felt her lips press to your forehead.

Was this a dream?

“This was all you wanted and I never gave it to you. You never go without it again I promise, I love you. I love you and I’m gonna show you. No more Kree Carol, Human Carol from now on.”

You placed a kissed on Carol’s neck, smiling when she sighed in relief.

This was all you wanted, and you finally got it. You’re only human.

#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #brie larson imagine #brie larson x reader #brie larson #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #wlw fanfic #wlw imagine #madi writes

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EPISODE 5:

I'm so sad Regina got buried in the woods

these fucking comparison shots are amazing

someone just tried to text me and I low-key flipped out because I was like you need to leave me the fuck alone

What if he just took her jacket and was like this is mine bitch

Katharina looks so dope with glasses

I'm so into her being the rock of this family by the way which I was never surprised by because women have the strength of 6 million men but

we've literally never seen Charlotte and her dad interact (like for reals)

That's one of the problems of this show is that some relationships fell by the wayside and I'm not a fan of that

did Charlotte drop herself off on the stoop

That's Tannhaus baby is somewhere because they never found the body of that infant so that infant is somebody.

yeah I literally can't imagine finding something like this out I'd lose my fucking mind

"who am I?" "I don't know" wow that's a fuck of a thing

Wow Claudia from the other universe That's fucking me up

Also what if Claudia from the other universe is the fucking bitch who has been fucking with us this whole time AKA the white devil

Also when are we going to see Noah again because I need to see Elisabeth and Noah together falling in love because I stan

worried about her Please tell us what happened to her I'm concerned

This actress has to be at least partially deaf and or hard of hearing because number one her ASL is fluent and she even emotes some words right? Idk

I do not trust this other Claudia as far as I could fucking throw her

This show is like the debate between Democrats and Republicans every fucking party is trying to convince everybody else that they are the ones that's trying to save the world and both of them behind closed doors are like all right how do we fuck the people in the asshole

I can't help wondering if this wouldn't have happened if we understood the half-lives of radioactive materials

so is all of this coming back to 1986 Is that the the origin time

And then do what What are you going to do with fucking 250 radioactive barrels The fuck you talking about

The scratches on the other side of her face and I don't know why it's on the other side of her face but it's on the other side of her face and it's concerning me

does that mean something's going to go different like

Jonas is out here like why did the adults lie to me

Oh my God after three seasons he's finally realizing not to listen to other people good boy

Oh Peter and Charlotte bonded over having fucked up families

Peter's mom is dead and he didn't know who his father was

Also babies

Also the way that he embodies Peter is fucking insane

I'm so into Charlotte with this curly hair

Oh my God who is this

Elisabeth run baby girl. too late. we've gone this long without sexual assault if they touch this child I'm going to lose my damn mind

Peter is going to kill this man

Elizabeth kill him Peter kill him if Peter dies is the hands of this dude I'm going to lose my fucking mind get back from my baby get back from my fucking cinnamon roll I'm going to kill you Elizabeth stab him the back stab him the back Elizabeth your daddy has a knife at his neck NOOOO PETER NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOO FUCK

I literally will never forgive them for killing Peter why are the dopplers the most important and most tragic family

he never did anything to anybody

Katharina please kill your abusive mother She deserves it

everybody on this show is super into bludgeoning nobody likes shoots anybody else everybody fucking bludgeons everybody

No can I watch this abusive fucking bitch is going to hit you No Don't let her kill you Don't let her kill you

Is Katharina dead why are they taking my favorite people

she doesn't even get justice for how her mom treats her it's not fair. and now Ulrich is still stuck inside the asylum

oh thank God Noah is here because I was so worried about my baby

Wait what is going on. Oh Jonas has never died before This is exciting

oh wait there's only one Jonas damnit

EPISODE 6:

Even though it's not working for everyone I do really love the 1888 look on Jonas

I did not expect that Aleksander was going to tell Bartosz about his real identity

This shit is so uncomfortable.

Ulrich needs a real stop telling the women that he's fucking to stop coming to his household

It's like the penny traveled through time GASPPPPPPP

Jonas What the fuck did you come from

all my fucking pussy friends are bothering me from finishing this show YALL GOT STUPID PROBLEMS STAND UP FOR YOURSELF AND THEN THIS WONT HAPPEN

I'm going to say this every single time he's on screen but this beard is too good

I think that bartosz may be the most scorned member of this entire group he never gets any pussy and it's so sad

I'm super over this really creepy really ugly fucking dude I want him to leave I also kind of don't believe that he's the child of Martha and Jonas

Oh I absolutely love love love them holding hands and then going back to a shot of them holding hands as kids

why are they such a good couple I really like them but I also always have

I'm not super sure I understand why they had to leave bartosz behind

I don't trust a single of these fucking adults I'm just any of them including themselves when they become adults

This is like a suicide squad. This is the weirdest collection of people What is this team. What are they doing. since when are these people are working together. omg

Oh shit a child born of both worlds takes both worlds energies to destroy it. But that's what causes the apocalypse

Well this is super fucked up

everything that's happening in this final montage sequence is bad news

all of it

why do I Stan Noah and Elisabeth so much

omg Hannah is giving birth is NOW the time

wow this is a lot

EPISODE 7:

our perspective is what makes definitive reality

I'm confused about the gravestone that says Charlotte on it

Also yes give me more Elizabeth and Noah please please please

This is absolutely crazier than any shit doc Brown ever did But he was also trying to build a time machine in the 1890s so that's fun

Oh is this how he gets all the fucking scars

My goodness what is happening What is going to happen I'm getting stressed.

There's only two episodes left I feel like they're not answering my questions I'm worried

What happened to wöller

What is silja doing here

This is bullshit she's like drawing him in

Oh that's a surprise so silja is a tiedemann

why is it always like I feel like I know what's happening and then around episode 6 or 7 I just completely lose the plot

oh wow Jonas almost straight up died but Noah saved him

‘you can't die’ points a gun at him

Oh my God you can't kill yourself because you've already grown

oop well after that birth happened I had to take about 5 minutes to pause my brain and factor that in

yo I knew Tannhaus was going to figure in fucking more than he did

Is he the one who builds the cage

does this seem like a good idea or does this seem like a bad idea

shooting yourself What do you think that feels like

everybody's on a different team there are too many teams It went from like a presidential race to a March madness bracket There's so many fucking people involved everybody's got their own goddamn plan

folks I just want to emphasize here that we have an episode and a half to tie all this up

Oh shit universe A Claudia infiltrated universe B Claudia

I love what they did with the place after the fire It looks really nice It's a different vibe but it's good

so Eve made the plans for the machine

Wait what She died. 

I can't believe that Elizabeth and Charlotte have to be the ones to drop off Charlotte as an orphan

Oh noooooooooooo Jonas didn't do it!!!!

Oh my God don't make me feel sympathy for Hannah

he looks so fucked up 

bye hannah we won't miss you

but also hate leaving a child without their parents

Tell us what's on the last page and tell us what happened to woller's eye

All right now we're seeing how everybody got to where they were like the first fucking time

I love this walk down memory lane it's literally just the stylized recap of the show right before the final episode which is 10/10

watch your face girl

too late

Omg what does this mean 

THE FINALE:

This show is just Claudia Tiedemann Lurking: the TV show

Also the bullshit that he had to live through all of this in order to get to the end makes me really sad

yeah wait who's the fucking father of Regina

been way too sucked in

also. WE LOVE TO SEE A TIME TRAVEL TACKLE

WAS THIS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAY IN STUTTGART

How many times are going to burn this place down

how many versions of this fucking machine do they have they're always like oh God we don't have a way here or there FUCKING LIARS

I can't believe that the thesis of this show is teenage hormones cause the apocalypse

Adam and Eve are such fucking children it's so stupid. 

reunion nnnnnnnnnnn

Oh shit he fucked up your plan huh

No I don't want it to end

I wish everybody didn't cry so much everybody so sad all the time

yup what in the actual fuck is happening

yo this is fucking wild

these baby Martha and Jonas are so cute

Not sure where we're going with this folks what's happening here wrap it up shit

I'm really obsessed with this golden snitch

It's just making me so sad

oh they're becoming stardust together

this is a weird cover but I'll take it

everything is going back to normal

but without Jonas and Martha and Claudia

if they don't tell us what happened to his eye I'm gonna flip out

I CAME HERE TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO WOLLER’S EYE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Also what does this ending line mean its stressing me out

Well thats it. Three years of my life. Damn

#episodes 5-8 #dark #dark network #spoilers #dark season 3 spoilers #dark season 3

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 229

Amber

I laugh and eat some of the grapes I went and got from the table. Men don't like to come around when women are together talking. They assume when we are alone we share dick and period stories. I mean it's true but there's other things as well. The door opens. We all stop laughing and look at the door. I jump up.

"What's wrong?" I ask Cammie as she walks in.

"I..." she just shakes her head.

I hug her. "Okay, you don't have to talk about it."

Alex comes over. "Do me and Hidia have to kick someone's ass?"

"Maybe no one in here is in the best condition to whip any ass." Fadiya giggles.

"Yeah, well, maybe not." Alex says hugging Cammie. "Okay, bitch, perk up cause you not unmarried possibly pregnant by your ex's baby brother, unmarried pregnant by who fucking knows until you figure out how far a fucking long you are, married and just stupid as fucking because now you considering moving out of the fucking country cause your bitch ass husband likes Mexico, or unmarried and dating one of the richest jackasses on the fucking planet with a jacked up past and a heavy as engagement ring."

Cammie frowns and spins around the room. "Wait what? Who? What? Richest jackass? Amber?"

"Yeah, that one was mine." I wave my engagement ring.

"You moving to fucking Mexico?" Cammie snaps looking at Hidia. "All yall bitches not pregnant."

Alex eats a frittata. "I hate eggs."

We look at her. Fadiya sucks her teeth. "Stop eating them things before you have high blood pressure."

"Everybody is fucking crazy." Cammie says. "I'm not fucking pregnant but my fucking husband thinks it's okay to kill himself and not okay to talk about me possibly dying an accidental death. Me of all people don't understand what drugs can do to your life."

Everybody kinda goes silent. The door opens relieving everyone from their deep thoughts. It was MiMi carrying her baby.

"I go to breakfast and I'm told the women all left the table. I'm like damn you can't keep your women in check through fucking breakfast?"

"And Chris had something to say?" Alex nods.

MiMi nods. "Of course. Cammie what happened with your breakfast?"

Cammie shrugs. "I left out. I didn't..."

"No ma'am." MiMi snaps scaring the baby. "You need to take your spoiled ass back in there. You know your fucking pathetic ass husband can't do shit without you. Talk about his true feelings to a therapist and his mother?"

"I know."

"Okay, this is bigger than you. You know that."

Cammie sighs. "Yeah. I don't want to be in here with them anyway. You shouldn't stay."

"Why not?"

"Cause they all taking pregnancy test. I mean unless you got something you want to share."

MiMi makes her eyes big. "Don't fucking go there. Do you not see this fucking 7 month old in my fucking arms. Hey, Baby. Mama Cammie can't see you."

Cammie takes her from MiMi. "I see you, pretty girl."

"Yes, take that drama. We got too much as it is." I say waving my hand.

"Girl, why the hell Amber in here?" MiMi whispers to Cammie.

"I don't know, just go. It might be in the air." Cammie says shutting the door.

I laugh. "Bye, sluts."

Alex bangs her head on the bed. "Oh my gosh. That shit winking at me. It has a face on it!"

"Pregnant." Hidia giggles.

"So that means mine is ready." I say going into the bathroom. I turn right back around. "You guys I don't know what I want this thing to say. Just last month I was happy he had a daughter and wouldn't be asking me cause I didn't want to do this shit. I'm going to be the mistake who got pregnant. Oh shit. By the richest jackass in the world."

Fadiya sucks her teeth. "Don't do that to Chris. He is very sweet. He took time out of his busy life to do this for his friends and not ask nobody to pay nothing. He deserves for us to support something. Go look at your damn test."

"Yeah." I nod turning around.

"Pregnant." Hidia says from behind me.

My heart drops. "Fuck."

"You so damn happy check yours." Alex snaps. "You get pregnant in multiples. You fucking pregnant by association."

"If I'm pregnant we not moving to Mexico and we probably gonna fucking fight about that."

"Not fist fight though." I ask.

Alex looks at me. "We should be asking you that."

I suck my teeth. "Chris has been sober for months. Before we got together. He knows that's one thing I don't fucking play with and besides I'm not a psycho bitch. I mean. Most times I'm not. Anyway he doesn't hit me, shake me, or nothing."

"Not even if you ask?" Alex says seductively.

"You are like the spawn of Chucky." I snap.

She slides on the floor. "I might be having Chucky fucking baby. At least it might have cute red nigga hair."

I laugh. "Shut up. Hidia what does yours say?"

"I did two." She says walking across the room. "This shit is… who peed on these?"

"Bitch!" Alex yells. "You are fucking lying. There is no way."

Hidia smiles. "I'm just kidding. If I am pregnant it won't pick it up for a few weeks. Mine just went off days ago."

"You sick. So who going out there to tell their man now?" Fadiya asks.

"Why didn't you take one?" I ask Fadiya.

She stands up and holds her shirt up. "It's a bit late to second guess this. It's a boy."

I cover my mouth. "Oh my gosh. He knows?"

"My ex? No. His brother? Yes." She sighs. "Like I said I'm back in Chicago with my parents away from my ex. Away from Houston."

"You not with the father?"

She sighs. "He wants to be with me but... it was a fucking mistake. Getting into a relationship with the fucking brother of the man who broke my heart 2 years ago? That's fucking..."

"Girl, shut up. You having this man baby." Hidia says. "Be happy. Family reunions are already gonna be awkward. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays, and shit. That man cheated on you with your fucking gay friend."

"No..." I cover my mouth.

Alex sucks her teeth. "Yall selfish. What yall need to do is find me an abortion clinic."

"Fuck no." Hidia says.

"Why?" I ask.

Alex sits up. "Have you seen my mothering abilities?"

"No." I shrug.

"Exactly." She nods. "No one has cause they are yet to exist."

"Bitch cause you not a mother." Hidia snaps. "You fucking stupid. I'm going to tell that man right now. Anyone else need me to break their news?"

I shake my head. "No, I got to be extra with mine."

"Oh so just send him a random text from a random ass number. Bitch I'm pregnant and you know its yours." Alex says. "Classic Chris Brown."

I giggle. "That will piss him off."

"You wanted to be loving?" Alex snaps. "Send a drone over the fucking beach with a flag after you think he had enough."

"Why are you so good at this?"

She makes her eyes big. "I'm a fucking public rep. I do this in my sleep. And Hidia if you tell him I will kill you."

"Fine, I want to be home when he finds out anyway."

"Then what are you gonna do, Alex?" I ask.

She makes her eyes big. "I like to fuck who I want when I want. Who knows when this thing got here."

"Stop bullshitting. You said you had unprotected sex for the first time." Hidia snaps.

"Whatever. I'm not tryna deal with this. Amber has the floor to make it romantic. I'm just going to continue to shit bricks. Get a calculator and calendar."

 Cammie

MiMi pushes me into the room. She promised to go back in with me. I pause looking around the room. Trey wasn't in there. It was just April and Wanda talking about shoes. They pause when April sees me.

"Are you going to join us?" April asks.

"No." I say backing up a bit. "Where is Trey?"

April points towards the patio door. "Tremaine!"

He comes into the room carrying Caden. "Yeah. Oh."

He smiles really hard at me. I swear I don't know what to do with him. Trey steps back outside then comes back with a chair in his free hand. Caden is woke chewing away at Trey's shirt.

"That was intense." Wanda says. "Do you think so?"

"Yeah." I nod. "It's us."

"But it doesn't have to be." Trey says so sweet. "It's not always gonna be us."

I roll my eyes. "And what changes that, Tremaine."

"Me."

"No, you are a pair. Together you need to change it. We are here because Trey deals with it all himself. He can't change it all himself." April says.

I nod. "I do hold a lot in."

"It's okay. We all do but marriage, it's the glue that holds your broken pieces together."

"Yeah but marriages don't always last. Then I'll just be broken pieces." I say.

"Marriages don't always last but are you not still in yours? So some marriages do last. My marriage almost broke me. Had me going to my colleagues thinking I was crazy for being in it. You have to grow with the marriage. When it gets deep you grow tall. When it dries up you replenish it."

I sigh. "How you figure out which is which?"

"We are here talking, helping your through it. Positive people help keep a marriage together." My mother says sitting down. "You don't have to have the answers Cammie. Nobody said you had to do it alone. You just have to initiate it. I had to stop blaming April and initiate getting you back. I just let you do what you wanted for too long. I'm ready to fight you now. So we are going to fight until you let me in your life. I always said God is on your side when you are walking in the right direction."

I just shrug my shoulders. I didn't want to cry no more. Trey kisses my cheek then a big face touches my cheek. Caden grabs my face suddenly then lets go. He better fucking let me go. I kiss him. He was back to trying to grab Trey's face.

"I should have brought my husband." MiMi says.

"It's not too late." Wanda says.

MiMi giggles standing up. "He too hood for emotions."

"The harder they act the more emotional they are." My mother says.

"So Trey... we need to set some realistic goals."

Trey clears his throat. "I'm letting this life go when my son starts kindergarten. Maybe first grade. Focusing my attention on them starting with Lane. I'm not waiting on another one to reach that age. Lane."

"That's realistic?" Wanda asks. "And how will you make money?"

"I married an educated achieved woman who don't mind working for what she has. We can make it."

April sighs. "Thank God to that."

My mama clears her throat. "I'd like to take some credit here. Not from God. She's just mine."

"Okay, Debra." April says rolling her eyes. "That's all you get today."

"That's below your current means."

"Royalties determine my means as it is so it'll just stay that way. I know how to make my money grow through investments and real estate."

Wanda moves on. "You know men experience postpartum depression as..."

Dee and MiMi walk in. A mad Dee. "Morning." He says.

"Good morning." April, Wanda, and my mother say.

I share my seat with MiMi. Wanda nods.

"What I was saying was men experience postpartum depression as well as women. Feeling like nothing is prepared, feeling useless, or just feeling negative about the new family structure. I see you have an infant as well. Are you feeling like your place is solid?"

Everybody looks at Dee. He sits up in his seat. "Who me? Yeah my position..."

"But you feeling like I'm cheating though." MiMi says.

Dee chuckles. "That's my ego. Just testing..."

"Trey's suicidal thoughts started after a birth and after hearing rumors of infidelity. We don't take anything lightly in this circle of friends. It's a very open environment. If you say you are okay mean it." Wanda says.

"I mean... I'm good. Why we talking bout me? This not..."

"It's about marriage right now." Trey says.

Dee was definitely uncomfortable. "Just saying I'm good."

"What about your wife?" Wanda asks. "How does she feel? She knew you wouldn't like talking about emotions? What about hers?"

"She just wants to be in California."

"We are here." Wanda says confused.

Dee cuts MiMi a look. "Aight, fine." He says sits up in his seat. "I used to sell drugs and all that now I'm making legal money in Atlanta. Good money. Taking care of my family planning a wedding, by myself. All she wants to do is move to California and I don't want to. Don't want to walk away from my new means."

"What's in California, MiMi?" Wanda asks.

"Dancing job. My best friend."

"Wait Dr. Ross? Why are you in California?" Cammie snaps.

"Conveniently a medical conference with Jim's practice." She smiles. "It's in a few days. We came early when he heard about the babies being sick. He wanted to see them himself. You've changed your life around and now your wife wants to change it again."

Dee shrugs a bit. "I'd walk away from money for her. Right after I buy everything for this wedding."

"Sounds like you and Trey are both making some executive decisions around the same time in life."

Dee sighs. "I think we married the same woman that's forcing us both in the same direction."

"That's a positive thing. You will have each other."

"Dee has been playing with his life for years though."

"Past tense." Dee says. "I go to work fearing my life as much as a mother packing her kids in a car to go to a grocery store."

"And you were scared to open up. We won't attack you. It's safe. My advise to everyone is to remember those around you that want to help. Don't try life alone. Trey you get me a good solid plan in writing. I don't want to be worried about your well being as you travel away from your family."

Trey nods his head. I look at him. Caden was getting bored with Trey and trying to see how far he could reach in other directions. I play with his foot distracting him. I can't say that this has been a bad session. It would have been nice to get deeper into Trey's thoughts but maybe that's for an even more private breakfast. Maybe just between us later.

[hockeytrashgoblin]

Take it out on me Part 2

A/N: heyo here with part 2. Hope yall enjoy

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I was doing the dishes when I heard the front door unlock. I didn’t bother to go meet Auston at the door, just continued with the dishes. He came in, sat down at the island and sighed loudly.

“What’s the matter Aus?” I asked in concern.

“I had a hard day today. I just wanted to come home to my wife and she’s too fucking busy doing her own shit to be bothered with me.” he said quietly looking at the table.

“Auston, baby, no. That’s not it at all. I just wanted you to have a clean house to come home to, I know it stresses you out when it’s messy. I’m never too busy for you Auston. I love you, I’m here to support you always.

“Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it..”

“Aus, please don’t say that. I always try my best to be what you need.”

“No offence but you need to try harder.”

“I love you so much Auston I’m sorry.” I went over and put my arms around him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Seriously? I can’t even get a real kiss?” he said with hurt flashing in his eyes for a second.

“Of course you can. Always. I’m so sorry.” I spun his stool around and stood between his legs giving him a deep kiss.

“(Y/N) why are you crying?” he asked angrily pushing me away from him.

“Aus I’m sorr-”

“No you’re not!”

“I am!”

“Everything just has to be about you doesn’t it? You can’t even for one second think about someone else’s feelings. It’s always you, you, you. Who cares if I’ve had a bad day, or if I need someone to be there for me. It’s always about (Y/N) all the time.”

“Are you joking?! It’s never about me! I literally live my life putting you first.”

“No you don’t! You think the world revolves around you and news flash it fucking doesn’t.” he said pushing me again. 

“Keep your hands off me Auston Matthews.” I said firmly earning another shove but this time I lost my balance and fell on the ground. We were quiet for a minute and he just stared down at me in shock.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry..” he tried to help me up but I ripped my hand away from his.

“Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t want your help.” I got up wiping my tears as I walked out of the room.

“You’re a terrible person and an awful fucking wife.” he screamed after me.

“Well I’m sorry but you can just go to hell Auston.” I yelled back slamming the front door shut.

I got into my car and started driving around. I didn’t know where I was going, I was just trying to cool down and stop crying. Eventually I ended up in a familiar driveway. I stopped the car and walked to the front door knocking on it. I looked at my shoes and waited. When the door opened Freddie stood there in sweat pants and a tight black shirt. His curly hair was a mess but he looked great. Probably the opposite of how I looked. I didn’t realize I was staring until he cleared his throat.

“Um hi..sorry is this a bad time?” I asked shyly.

“No you’re fine. Please come in. I was just taking a nap, practice was rough.”

“I’m sorry I woke you. I can leave so you can go back to sleep.”

“No it’s okay. Do you want some water? I can tell you’ve been crying..”

“I would love some water.” I said quietly.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”

I took my shoes off and curled up in the corner of his sectional couch. There was a blanket on the couch from where he must’ve been napping and I draped it over myself as a few more tears started coming out. Freddie came back with a glass of water and handed it to me.

“Thank you.” he sat quietly while I drank the water and he put the glass down on the coffee table when I was done. He put the blanket over himself too and turned to face me.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or am I just going to sit here worried about you?”

“Oh god please don’t worry about me..” I said crying harder. “It’s always about me, I’m selfish don’t worry about me please.”

“(Y/N) don’t say that.” he scooted closer and held me close to him, he put his hand on the back on my head and around my back. “You are the least selfish person I’ve ever met. Where is this coming from? Did Auston say something?”

“He was having a bad day and I just made it worse. He was mad that I was too busy for him but I was trying to clean so he wouldn’t be mad at me for that but I just can’t win. I’m always wrong. I tried to fix it but I cried and he blew up. He..he pushed me Freddie..to the ground..”

“Son of a bitch..” he mumbled holding me tighter. “Don’t you ever let him put his hands on you again, do you hear me? THat’s some bullshit.”

“I’m sorry..”

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m a terrible person and an awful wife..”

“You aren’t. I don’t want you to think that way about yourself. You’re absolutely wonderful (Y/N). You’re an amazing person. Auston has been awful to you and you’re still so nice and sweet to him always. Someone here is a bad spouse but it isn’t you.”

We sat in silence for a while. That was one thing I really liked about Freddie. We could sit in silence for a long time and it wasn’t awkward or a problem. After a while I stopped crying and just sat back against the couch thinking.

“I’m sorry I came over and interrupted your nap with my bullshit.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m here for you. I don’t care what time or what situation I’m here whenever you need me. Even if I’m away you can call and I’ll always answer.”

“I don’t deserve a friend like you Freddie.”

“Of course you do. Now since you’re here do you want to go do something fun to take your mind off things?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever you want.” he said smiling at me.

I really had to think for a while to try and figure out something we could do that he would find fun too. It was a lot of anxious feelings trying to pick something he wouldn’t be bored at and apparently I was quiet for a long time because he interrupted my thoughts by waving a hand in my face.

“Anybody home?”

“Sorry.” I said laughing. “It’s just been a long time since someone let me pick something to do and I don’t want you to be bored or think I’m boring and-”

“Just pick something. I know you already have something in mind, just say it.” he said gently.

“I want to go bowling.” I mumbled after a few deep breaths not looking in his eyes.

“Alright then let’s go bowling.” he said with a big grin on his face when I finally looked up. Well as big a grin as Frederik ever had.

“Really?”

“If you want to go bowling then yes. Let’s go.”

“Okay.” I couldn’t help but smile and get a little excited.

“Let me go run a comb through my hair or something, I’ll be right back.” he got up to go to his bathroom and I put my shoes back on. I was so excited to go bowling again that my fingers were fumbling with my laces. “What’s up, first time having laces?”

“Oh fuck off I’m just excited.” I mumbled with a smile.

“Fine, but only because I’m glad to see you excited about something.” he put his shoes on and we left the house. We went in his car and we got to a bowling alley fairly quickly. Once we were in we got our lane and shoes before going over. 

“I’m going to kick your butt Andersen.” I said smiling at him sweetly making him laugh.

“You have to use a child sized ball. I think I’m pretty safe.”

“Yo shut up, I’m not strong that doesn’t mean I’m not good at bowling. If this was 5 pin you’d have nothing to make fun of me for.”

“Well then I’m glad we’re playing 10.” he said smirking while he got up to take his turn first. He ended up getting a spare.

“So Freddie what do you say we make this more interesting?”

“I’m down.”

“Okay, loser buys ice cream after.”

“Alright deal.” he said laughing.

We bowled as much as we could in the two hours we paid for which ended up being 3 games and a few frames. I won all of them, which wasn’t a surprise to me because I did have a big bowling background.

“Read it and weep Freddie.” I said doing a little happy dance. “I’m getting three scoops.”

“You go right ahead.” he said laughing at me as we walked out of the bowling alley and back towards his car. “You won fair and square.”

“Well I don’t know how fair it was. I’ve been bowling since I could walk.”

“How dare you hustle me out of ice cream money.” he said pretending to be serious.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was definitely prepared to lose and buy the ice cream as soon as you made the bet.” he smiled and looked at me from the corner of his eye. 

We got to Baskin Robins and I ordered three scoops like I said and I didn’t feel weird once eating it. Freddie never said anything about it being too much which made the outing that much better. I had so much fun with him.

#leafs #maple leafs #auston matthews #freddie andersen #fiction #freddie x reader