#actually am not sorry yall can go fuck yourselves

[seaofrabbit]

having trouble understanding how is it that topmew being 2 adults who wanted to work things out and be better for each other are toxic and shitheads?

top took accountability and mew acknowledge that although he forgives him, he doesn’t know if he can fully forget. which is fine; that’s something future them can work out together.

they finally talked like adults and both said what was on their mind. there was no illusions of a sweet promise, no sugar-coating of the situation.

or should they play a game of push & pull like sandray or fuck others first like bostonnick before yall in this tag can believe that they actually want to be together?

#i’m sorry if topmew storyline is not as messy as yall wanted it to be #actually am not sorry yall can go fuck yourselves #only friends the series #topmew #gmmtv #ofts #only friends #thai bl

[babymorte]

okay so im not turning anons off because i still want to give people the opportunity to communicate with me and feel comfortable in doing so if they need to do it anonymously.

that being said because people can’t be fucking chill there’s going to be rules and these rules will be followed or im blocking people. i do not care who you are or what our relationship is. i am done with these bullshit games. i am done being baited. i am done with people accusing me of doing stupid high school drama shit. if you don’t like it, don’t send me asks. my rules are simple and im sorry it has to be this way but im left with no choice at this point.

• my personal life is absolutely off limits.

• my relationships are absolutely off limits.

• any sort of sexual conversations unless it is on my nsfw page and is respectful or is part of an ask game is absolutely not allowed.

• do not ask me what my type of person is, what my sexual preferences are, the way to win my heart or what i find attractive in people unless it is part of an ask game. i am tired of being baited by people and accused of shit.

and most importantly

• unless it is part of an ask game do not make any assumptions about me, my life, or my relationships.

i know some of yall have vpns and i cant do shit about that but i will be blocking the ips anyway and if you continue to return as you most certainly always do you will be ignored. im done being treated like shit by people who literally don’t fucking matter and i don’t care about. i don’t know why you even follow me if you have such an issue with me or the things i do. i treat every single person with the same exact energy whether we talk on here or other socials so i don’t know why people assume shit about me or constantly think im being shady. i owe no one anything and no one has any right to come into my space and try to run their mouths for no reason other than to be an absolute prick. i don’t fucking care anymore. im done sitting back and just taking it. i am a nice person but my patience has gone and i will not tolerate any of this anymore.

to my actual friends that i talk to on the reg and my mooties and the people who are always so so kind to me and do talk to me about actual dope shit i love you all to the moon and back and im so so happy to have had the privilege to meet each and every one of you. yall have helped me through some of the worst times in my life just be being yourselves and hanging out with me and i owe you a debt i can never repay. i know it’s corny and i know my words don’t mean shit but i do see you all as friends and my family and I hate when people say this but i love this little nerd ass community we got going on this side of the internet. im sorry this post even exists but i literally dont know what to do anymore except completely delete my account and i really dont wanna do that 😅

but i adore you all and just seriously thank you for being so fucking chill and hanging out with me for the past however the fuck long ive lived on this hellsite 😂🫶🏻

[incarnateirony]

sittin here thinking about a certain person trying to earn back into the intel when they were apparently told i was right.

god

this would have been so avoidable if people were honest. Honest about what they know, say. Flipped like a switch and tried to flop the dialogue an opposite way with an opposite lie. A shortlist of the history from market testing, confessions, finales, both before and that there were omissions, pilot scripts and more--just to list the major, not things like accurate casting leaks--and who arrogantly argued only to be wrong: people with far better contacts than that person, people with far better contacts than 2p0, and they still completely missed it the whole way through.

"That all happened?" yeah sweetcheeks. while you and 2p0 run rumor mills or don't know how to trade dms with professionals to not be shut out, there's been an actual trail of actual leaks accurate vs clods arguing against them the whole way until they wipe out bc they can't figure out basic business, who knows what, or how to not sound like a desperate fan.

but people read what they want, not what's actually being said, and even more rarely do they care much less know how to look into what's actually being done.

i think 2p0 knows. to them this isn't about being honest or right, it's about maintaining their relevance while seeing the train headlight bearing down on them all in the tunnel. But those of us who care, and know, well. sorry buddy. like. lmao, you just look sad

if yall weren't so obsessed with attention seeking online, maybe you could get shit done and be confident too

hey pat

i guess you could call this

a battle for dean's soul ;)

anyway idk man i keep asking if you wanna put down another 5K again since you didn't learn last time but weirdly, it's like you don't want to declare a clear concept of where the show is going, or risk that 5K against my very clear statements throughout, which I would gladly re-state top to bottom to initiate the bet if you did the same.

but you know

you aint gonna

you just talk, bitch. all you ever were. even today you changed your fucking tune, you can't keep a solid note

jensen is not your plaything. and you about to learn that real quick

all these motherfuckin cowards running their mouths online but not willing to make that bet because they goddamn know they're just anti trolls hated by the entire crew, everything else is theater. fuckers are only salty bc they DONT know how to have a real impact. In media. in life. it's a deep seeded attention seeking there and it'll never fix 2p0 or kelios or any of them.

i repeat, you all got headshot to the cast 2017, everything since then has you been digging your own holes so it's impressive that you're still doubling down right now even when you hear the train horn and see the headlights

oh am i hurting your precious ego? Are your buddies starting to recognize you're a pissant coward ducking a bet, or figured out why yet? Or are they all so emotionally fragile they're leaning on your shattered glass castle

i'm sure if you scrap at a few more paid M&Gs and articles tho you'll suddenly figure it out right for once, bc that's worked so well for you in the past. this time it's different, right? That's what you tell yourselves to not delete your accounts at this point, right?

admit it, you're all not even here for the show, just for making highschool drama.

you've still refused to let yourself see what's happening and it's honestly embarassing at this point. you can heckle from your idiot M&G fancorner all you want onto the internet, but you know it

you

lolj (called out even by jensen recently that they were too stupid to get)

Kelios

Vinnie

anyone in your orbit including anyone stupid enough to onboard your auction list you burned 5k on that could be found or traced

congrats you're cursed marked troublemakers that sent jensen down the spite shipping hole even before the confession authentically broke him. hope your attention seeking was worth it.

is your only mission to instill disturbance here to make everyone as miserable as you are? Cuz if not. Bet or delete, bro. Put your money where your mouth is or shut the fuck up. permanently.

#Youtube #it's time for a new empire #go bury your demons #then tear down the ceiling #well #kid #what you gonna do now

[derealfeelz]

Recent Hospital Trip Story Pt. 1 (Kodoku's Lilacs, The Life of a Flowstar, No. 12)

I've been at the hospital and emergency rooms before, and I've only gone there a few times. I think one time, I went there because I, and I quote, stuck a pencil in my chest where my heart is when I was really young. From what I remember, I think I pulled out the pencil while my mom was making the call, but she said that I had it in when we went to the hospital (if I remember her telling me). I actually recently went there because of some reaction in my body, and I'll tell it in the next paragraph. Before it starts, I just wanna clear out, I don't drink or smoke, I'm clean from all that kind of shit.

One day at my school, I had agriculture at the time this happened, I randomly started getting this dizzy feeling. Previous class, I kinda felt it, but I didn't say anything because I didn't think it would lead me to the hospital later. Anyways, when I started feeling it, I'm a lil shy kid and I don't really speak on what's wrong with me that, so I walked around from the classroom to the shop a couple so the teacher can notice, and he did. He asked if I was alright, I believe I said I probably am, I think I told him that I had something like this a few weeks prior. A few weeks prior to what happened then, I was at my home and similar thing happened to me, I felt dizzy, but it wasn't exactly as what I'm gonna tell you next.

After class ends, a couple of students helped me to the office, one held me up and walked me to the office, one had my backpack, and I believe like two more students walked with me to see if I was alright. They got me to the office and called my mom, I told the lady that my mom suspected beforehand that I may have an ear infection, and she tells mom that, although I believe my mom thought the lady knew what was going on.

While I was waiting for my mom to pick me up, I was in a chair feeling a little week and dizzy, I couldn't even pick up my backpack with both of my hands, so I put it under my feet and lifted it up so it can sit on my legs and I can hug it for comfort. While also there, a friend of mine happened to pass by and ask if I was alright, I think I told her no (I have a bad memory with certain things, so sorry if I say "I think, I believe" too much lol), and I believe she went on with her day, although she may have said a lil more before going on. Also while I was there, another lady, I believe she was someone medical, and a police officer were sitting there checking on me. They were asking if I was alright and if I needed some water, I said yeah for the water, and they were giving me these small cups lol. Last thing I'll talk about for tonight, is when the principal (fuck him, and I'll explain why in a future post) came by, the lady that called my mom told him something about another student that was in the room with me, and told him I was sitting there because I wasn't feeling good, I believe he was like "okay" when he heard that.

They're will be a part 2 of this story tomorrow, I'm happy I can actually talk about a past story. And yes, me and the principal have bad blood with each other and it's because I did something really stupid. I'm not exaggerating, and I'm not saying I did something like bang his daughter (imagine that tho), I got in trouble for the most stupidest thing I can get in trouble for, but I'll save that for a future post. Anyways, I hope yall have a good night, make sure yall are taking care of yourselves!

Sincerely, Kodoku.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hello~ hope ur doing well and staying safe! i usually lurk and like all ur posts bc im obssessed with your writing :3 if u wouldnt mind, do u have any fluff/comfort for a chubby reader w/ nanami? Im usually fine with being the only big girl in my friend group, but sometimes its a little hard (like today) since im often either ignored or befriended by ppl who only wanna get closer to my friends :/ Any comfort/fluff would be appreciated <3

Hey bestie sorry for not answering this ik you've waited a long time so i hope you're not mad at me

No warnings, just fluff :3

Just gotta say right off the bat! Fuck those ppl who get close to you just to get to your friends! That's super shitty! Hope they choke! But i hope your friends always take your side and stick with you no matter what those jerks do

BUT ANYWAYS LET'S GET ON WITH THE FLUFF SKSKSK

Imagine you're out to dinner with your besties

Yall went to this really fancy place, expensive high end cuisine, that good good shit sksksk

Yall are chillin and just enjoying yourself when your server comes over and asks what your favorite drinks are

You're like ??? We're not ordering drinks right now why do u ask?

Apparently there's a gentleman in the restaurant who noticed yall and offered to pay for a round of drinks!

You ask who it was, but the server says that the customer wished to remain anonymous

Hmmmmm that's suspicious that's weird but ok sksksk

So yall get some free drinks which is cool!

You're kinda suspicious about the person but you try not to think about it bc you're with the girlies (gender neutral sksksk) and you're just trying to enjoy yourselves

Not long after you get your food, your friend leans in and reveals to the group that they've noticed a man across the restaurant staring at them for a bit.

The rest of you sneak some glances his way and realize that yes, he is looking at your group more than the young man across from him

He's very handsome, blonde hair brushed back and small, serious eyes. He's got the sharpest cheek bones you've ever seen

You just shrug and brush it off. He probably found one of your friends cute and couldn't help but stare. You didn't think much about it

It wasn't until you got up to go to the restroom that you bumped into him

"I don't mean to bother you, but are you enjoying your beverage?"

OH! He's the guy who bought yall some drinks!

"Oh, yes, thank you so much! My friends and I really appreciate the kind gesture."

"Good, good. I was hoping you would."

You stand in silence for a moment before he clears his throat awkwardly

"I... hope this isn't too forward, but may I ask you something?"

Oh boy, here it comes. You're prepared for him to ask for your friend's number or to introduce him to the rest of them :/

"What is it?"

"Well... is there any chance I could get your number? I find you quite beautiful and am interested in getting to know you better."

Wait—

what 😳

You're shocked and you can feel the blood rushing to your face, but you shyly accept and exchange numbers with him

You try not to get your hopes up: he may just be using you to get closer to one of your friends

But then he's v attentive when he texts, asking dozens of questions about you and asking that you spare no detail

It's not until he asks you on a date a couple weeks later that you start to believe he actually likes you

The date really solidifies your trust in him: he brings you flowers and takes you to a lovely restaurant and gently asks to hold your hand when you go for a small walk afterwards

He's also staring at you the whole time, a soft look in his eyes all the while, leaving you flustered and embarrassed

You admit to him at the end of the date that you were worried that he was using you to get to your friends, and he seems kind of appalled by this

"I would never do something like that. I only bought drinks for the entire table that day because I didn't want to exclude your friends and make them feel left out. In reality, you were the only one I was interested in."

"But... why? I mean, what made you do something so bold to get my attention?"

He sort of scoffs, acting shocked that you would ask such a thing

"Well, truth be told, I found you to be enchanting. I'd never seen someone as lovely as you, and I feared that if I didn't do something to gain your favor, then I would never get the chance to see you again."

He brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it tenderly

"I'm overjoyed that you accepted my advances. I would've felt like a fool if you'd rejected me."

Oh, yeah, you're definitely keeping this man all to yourself 💕

#ask #nanami kento #fluff #chubby reader #aaaaaaa this sounds awful but i hope you enjoy regardless sksksk #☀️ asks

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Emergency Visits (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 4.5k+

Warning(s): SMUT! Oral (Reader recieving), fingering, penetration, fluff!!! (Cringe warning too)

A/N: HONESTLY, idk why i had the courage to write smut but I did. THE ORIGINAL ONE-SHOT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE SMUT LMFAO also yall know I am a sucker for crossovers SOOO the timelime for TFATWS is off in this because Frank Castle is in here and I wrote most of this before episode 5 <3 

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Zemo need a place to lay low in while in the States and you're their most trusted person they know. What was not predicted was your vigilante friend needing medical help that same night. 

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You were a former Avenger. You were highly trained in combat but your purpose was to help any wounded comrade or citizen when you and the team were called in. The fighting days were pretty much over for you after the last battle with Thanos. You still used your medical knowledge to work at the different hospitals in New York City and helped Matt Murdock or Frank Castle with any wounds. Rarely you'd help with some vigilante work, but you rather sit out and keep to a less violent life.

You were mindless watching whatever Netflix suggested to you on a breezy night in your humble apartment in New York. It has been a rather boring few nights for you compared to more hectic ones, given your vigilante friends weren't getting as hurt as usual and didn't need discreet medical care.

Your cellphone ringing next to you snapped your attention away from your binging of a John Mulaney  stand up show (good choice Netflix). You looked at the caller idea and swore your heart fluttered ever so slightly.

James Buchanan Barnes was calling.

You had spent many months in Wakanda with him as Shuri worked tirelessly to get rid of Hydras grasp on his mind. Your main focus was learning new information on medicine but you always made sure to visit Bucky. You both got pretty close... Light touches, lingering hugs, and often staring at each other when the other wasn't looking became a commonality. It was obvious feelings of love were blossoming for you, but you weren't fully sure if he felt the same.

After the battle you both stayed in contact, but he decided to reside in D.C. while you laid roots back in the familiarity of New York. You both made sure to visit each when possible, but it had been about a month and a half since you last saw him.

"Hey, Buck." You smiled, answering his call. "It's been a few days, usually you make sure to call every other night. Are you okay?"

"I..." You heard him sigh, making you sit up straight.  "I need a favor, doll."

"Of course, you know I would do practically anything for you."

"That applies to me too right?" You heard Sam in the background, making you chuckle.

"Yes, it does Sam. How are you?"

"I've been better, these past few days have been rough but I'll let Stare-a-tron explain it to you." You heard a wack and an 'ow' come from Sam.

"So..." Bucky started but didn't continue.

"So...?"

"So, have you paid any attention to the news regarding Munich?"

"I have now connected the dots."

"What?"

"You broke a certain terrorist out of jail didn't you, James." You groan. When you saw the news about Zemo you couldn't possibly connect it to Buck and Sam, but with this call and a need of a favor instantly made you realize.

"Technically, (Y/N), he broke himself out."

"Do I need to slap some sense into you? He killed King  T'Chaka. He broke up the Avengers--"

"I know, I know." You heard him sigh. You listened in closer and heard some background traffic noise that sounded like the streets of New York. "Listen, we need a place to lay low for a bit in the States and your the only person I can one-hundred percent trust. I can't tell you more on the phone but please-"

"Yes, yes of course Buck. You guys, well minus Zemo, are welcomed here for whatever reason. Do you need me to text you the address?"

"Nah, we are actually about to enter your apartment building."

"Well hurry up so we can decide on take out." You chuckled and hung up the phone. You only had to wait a few minutes before you heard knocking at your door. Wasting no time you opened the door as fast as you can and practically tackle Bucky into a hug.

He chuckled gently, "I missed you too, doll."

You released him from your hold and grinned as Sam. "Come here Sam, I haven't seen you in a few months." You pulled him into a less dramatic but friendly hug.

"Good to see you too, (Y/N)." Sam and Buck made their way into the apartment leaving you faced to face with Zemo.

"Hello." You greeted, offering a differential handshake.

"Hello, (Y/N). I hope all is well." He accepted the short handshake and gave an equally differential smile before entering your apartment.

"Welcome to my humble abode, make yourselves at home here. I have two bedrooms so we better discuss sleeping arrangements-"

"Easy, I call dibs bunking with you while Wings and Zemo stay in your spare room." Bucky interrupted.

"Hold up, why can't you stay with creepy-magee? I'm sure you two would love to stare at each other." Sam argued.

"Because I called dibs, isn't that right Doll?"

"He did call dibs, Sam." You shrugged and laugh at his look of betrayal.

You heard Zemo start to speak but Sam beat him to it, "You don't get an opinion." Zemo simply put his hands up and surrendered while the other two kept arguing about the concept of dibs.

"Anyways I'll order some Chinese food and we can discuss why you three are here over dinner."

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Your mind was blown.

Bucky and Sam filled you in on Isaiah, the return of super soldiers, why they needed Zemo, and the issues they had with the New Captain America. You also almost chastised Bucky for missing his mandated therapy session but decided to keep eating your food and let him continue.

"Wow, that is fucking nuts. Super soldiers, huh?" You sigh. As much as you didn't want to, you had a feeling they would need your help with fighting. After all you fought along with the original Captain America, so you picked up ways to fight super soldiers.

"Yeah, after Madripoor we need to lay low. Hopefully no one spotted us." Sam said, starting to pick up his dishes. Everyone seemed to follow suit and you were about to speak again when you heard knocking at your door.

"Hey, can you take these  for me? I'll go answer the door." You slid your stuff towards Buck who looked at you worried.

"Do you want one of us to answer the door with you?"

"Nah I should be fine, it's probably Mrs. Espinoza looking for her sons cat." You waved him off, making your way to the door. You unlock your locks and crack open the door.

There stood Frank fucking Castle, covered in an obscene amount of blood while using  the wall for support.

"Hey..." He greeted with a hoarse voice and a weak attempt of a smile.

"Holy shit, Frank." You said barely above a whisper. "Fuck, can one you guys come here?!" You shouted, opening the door wider while taking one his arms over your shoulder.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Bucky looked at you and the blood soaked Punisher with bewilderment.

"I'll explain in a bit! Just help me take him to the couch. Sam go get my medical bag, it's in my closet in the room on the left! Zemo clear everyones stuff from the couch." You barked out orders while you and James carefully led Frank to the couch. When Zemo cleared it off and Sam came running out with your bag, you both laid him down on the couch.

With no hesitation you quickly wash your hands and prepare your equipment.

"Are you going to tell us what the hell is happening right now, (Y/N)?" Buck asked.

"I am also wondering why we have a beaten guy on your couch." Sam's face was full of worry.

You sigh and begin removing Franks clothes to look for any life threatening wounds. "This is the Punisher. If you haven't kept up with the more lower level news he is one of the vigilantes."

"That doesn't explain why he is here."

"I... I am friends with him and Daredevil. I patch them up so they can avoid the hospital." You see a bullet wound on his side, it was bad but it was manageable with an exit wound. "One of you hold him up so I can stitch his back."

Bucky immediately joined your side, using his enhanced strength to hold up Frank.

"You gonna introduce me to your friends here, (Y/N)?" Frank rasped. "I gotta know whose cold ass hand is touchin' me."

"I'll introduce you to them later, let me get you stable."

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After what felt like hours, you finished dressing a gash on his thigh. You peel of your bloodied gloves and get up from kneeling on the floor. You helped sit Frank up so he can get a good look at whose here.

"Frank, this is Sam Wilson and James Barnes. I worked and fought with them as an Avenger." You gesture to the two. You saw him eyeing Buck before giving you a knowing look. You both were friends after all, he knew of your feelings towards Bucky.

"Who's the guy in the pimp coat?" He grunted and gestured towards Zemo, who rolled his eyes.

"Baron Zemo. Escapee prisoner."

"Zemo? As in the guy who bombed the UN? Do you need me to-"

"No Frank, they need him alive." You chuckled.

"Well, it's good to put faces to names. Especially yours, James." Frank spoke, nudging you. "I'll get my spare clothes and rinse off the blood now, something tells me the guest room will be taken." You were going to protest but knew Frank was too stubborn to listen. The four of you watched him make his way to the guest room before closing the door.

"Oh so he knows about us but we don't know about him?" Sam arched a brow at you. Bucky stayed silent, clenching both his fists.

You sigh, "I am sorry for not telling you guys. I didn't keep my involvement with vigilantes away from you both on purpose, I promise."

"Can we trust the Punisher? Will everything be safe with all of us here?"

"You don't have to worry about me talking." Frank came out of the room in new clothes, using a damp towel to wipe his face. "(Y/N)'s stuck her neck out for me countless times. I owe it to her."

"If (Y/N) trusts you then we trust you."

"As much as I want to stay up, I think it is best we get some sleep. Tomorrow we can talk more." You stretch and yawn and everyone seemed to agree. Castle put a pillow on the couch and grabbed a spare blanket you had lying around.

"C'mon man you can have the bed. You look like you got the shit beaten out of you." Sam said.

"Nah it's fine. I'm a light sleeper. I can stay out here in case he," Castle pointed to Zemo, "tries somethin'."

"C'mon Buck, your rooming with me." You smile and grab his non-vibranium hand.

"I don't want to share a room with Zemo." Falcon groaned

"Bucky did call dibs after all."

You said goodnight to Sam, and gave Frank a quick hug goodnight before you and James went into your bedroom, a duffel bag in his hand.

James was feeling jealous. He didn't want to admit it but watching how friendly you were with Frank Castle made his feelings worse.  He could pick up the familiarity between the two of you and how easy you were able to talked to him. Frank was someone in your life Bucky didn't know existed.  How close were you to the Punisher?

Thoughts of you and Frank entered his head but he quickly tried to dismiss them. It made his chest ache just thinking about you and another man. Yeah, Buck was smitten with you. But the feelings of self-doubt and guilt always made it hard for him to confess. With the addition of Frank? Made it almost impossible.

"You can use the bathroom to change while I cahnge out here." Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He nodded silently, clenching his jaw, while entering the bathroom.

Your stare lingered at the door before you quickly put on a different set of comfortable clothes, discarding your previous clothes to the floor. You picked up on his sudden quietness and you hoped he wasnt truly mad at you. With a quiet sigh you slid under the blankets of your bed and waited for Bucky so you could get to bed. You and Bucky have shared the floor and bed before, and you were able to keep it together.

But after everything that has happened, after finally seeing him after almost two months, it made you feel nervous. You weren't sure if it was exhaustion or stress, but your feelings for Bucky suddenly felt overwhelming.

If that wasn't enough, you felt like your face was burning when he stepped out from the bathroom, wearing just his boxers and dogtags.

"I, uh, hope you don't mind. I found sleeping without a shirt easier to deal with nightmares. Helps cool me off."

"No, no. Don't worry at all Buck." You smile but it felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. He smiled briefly before he turned out the lights, joining you in bed. You both laid on your sides, back facing back. You shut your eyes and try to focus on sleeping, but the image of shirtless, only in boxers James flooded your thoughts.

"Doll?" James voice cut through the silence.

"Y-yes, Buck?"

"Who... Who is Frank  to you?" He asked in a low, dejected tone. Your eyes snap open. What kind of question was that from him?

"What do you mean?" You roll to face him but his back was still towards you.

"Are you and Frank..." He paused, "just ignore it, nevermind."

"Bucky, face me." He didn't  respond. "Please, James." You heard him sigh but he complied, turning to face you. The subtle light from your window made it easier to see his handsome face in the dark. You gulped, trying to muster an ounce of courage to tell him these feelings you've held for him for years.

"Frank and I are strictly friends. Before he became the Punisher he had a wife and two kids who he loved dearly. They-they were killed in front of him. He loved his wife dearly and I don't think he is looking to start dating anytime soon." You sigh and things go silent for a moment.

You rested a hand on his cheek and scooch closer. "James, I... I really enjoy spending time with you. I enjoy your presence. After all that we have been through,  with getting the code words out your head to losing Steve... I want to be by your side no matter what." You felt tears prick your eyes.

"I feel the same way about you doll." James spoke, just above a whisper. "You help ground me and honestly you help keep me sane." His hand found its way above yours that was cupping his cheek. Gently he moved your hand to his lips. He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles before moving it over his heart. "I've felt this for a while and I never had much courage to say it before but... I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, James." You smile, a few happy tears managed to escape your eyes.

"C'mere." He helped move you close to him, pulling you into a deep hug. The chill of his vibranium arm caused goosebumps but the warmth of his other arm gave you comfort.

You wrap your arms around his bare torso and snuggled your face into his neck. God he smelt good. With a little courage coursing through you, you gave him a small kiss on the neck before giving him a little love bite, nothing that would bruise.

Bucky chuckled moving a part from you, just enough to get a full look at your face. Without saying anything he leaned in, his eyes hooded, placing his lips on yours. One of his hands found its way to your head while the other rested on your hip. You pushed your body closer to his, while gently dragging your nails across his back.

"Mm Doll." He mumbled against your lips. "I... I want to continue this with you if that's alright with you."

"Yes, Bucky." And in an instant after giving him the word, he maneuvered you onto your back while he hovered on top of you, his dogtags dangling down. He removed them from his body.

"Don't want those hitting your pretty face." He smiled and leaned in to kiss you once again, this time him slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His warm hand rested on your neck before he slowly dragged it down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. He messed with it a little, teasing to go underneath.  You whine a bit and arch your back as he kept messing with it.

"May I?" You simply nod in response. He pushed himself away from you and took the hem of your shirt, helping you remove it. The cold air hitting your now exposed chest made you shiver. "No bra? Naughty." He smirked.

"I'm not the one who came out only his his boxers."

"Touché." He tossed your shirt onto the ground and soaked in the view below him. The perfect lighting leaking through the blinds illuminated everything in just the right way. James licked his lips, "You are gorgeous, doll."

"You're pretty handsome yourself." You smile, which made him smile.

"Let me treat you like a goddess. Let me repay the favor." Without another word James attacked your neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking on the area. He continued leaving love marks from your neck down to your chest slowly. The sensation made you moan as tingles went through your body. You felt yourself getting wetter as he continued to leave hickies on your chest.

Bucky used his non-vibranium hand to cup your right breast, kneading it gently. Maintaining eye contact with you his leans his head down to your free breast before giving your raised nipple a quick lick. The feel made your body shake ever so slightly, making him smirk at the reaction. He did it again, although this time slower before latching on, using his tongue to swipe over the sensitive bump.

"Bucky-" You gasped. You felt heat slowly build in your core, not enough to have you screaming, but enough to feel pleasurable. "That feels so good." He continued giving your tender breasts and nipples attention, slowly building you up.

"Lets get these pajama shorts off." He sat up again, moving himself lower on the bed. He gripped the waistband of your shorts and began slowly removing them while you lifted your legs to help. Discarding them like your shirt, he tosses those articles of clothing to the floor. You were left with just your panties

His hands take your knees and help spread your legs farther a part, soaking in the view of your body spread out. His mouth found its place on your in thigh. He left small kissed, sometimes little bites, and he dragged his mouth closer and closer to your wet pussy. "I want to taste you doll, is that alright?"

"Y-yes Bucky, please." You begged, adjusting your hips ever so slightly. "I want to feel you more."

"As you wish." He smirked. Before he removes your panties he places soft kissed over the fabric covering your pussy. You stifle a moan, as he continued to tease you against the fabric. When he was done, he remove your underwear with ease.

"You are stunning, absolutely stunning." His hand found its way to your slit. He gently  brushed his fingers over your sensitive skin, making your body twitch ever so slightly. "You're so wet for me, already." His tongue slowly and softly dragged around your vagina and clit, the teasing is back on.

"A-Ah!" You quietly moaned, trying to keel your voice down. You moan again when you felt one metal finger enter slowly while his mouth latched to your clit. One of your hands reached down to grip his hair as he began to finger and play with your clitoris.

The pleasure had your curling your toes. You had to bite your lip to hold back from moaning loudly. You didn't feel like waking up the others.

Another finger entered as he started to speed up his motions, his tongue and mouth still on your clitoris.

"That feels so good." You said with an airy tone as he continued to work.

"You taste divine." His breath against your sensitive skin made you your thighs clamp around his head. The pleasure was building up and you felt like your were close to cumming.

"J-James, - oh god!" You kept your voice down but the work he is doing to your clit made it hard to stay quiet. "Fuck-"

James give your clit one last lick before sitting, removing his fingers in the process. He then licked his fingers clean as he stared down at your panting body. He could feel his cock wanting to be free from his boxers so he removed them, letting his large erection out. He watched you squirm as you awaited for his touch again.

"Do you want my dick inside you, doll?"

"Ye-yes please." You begged, wiggling your hips for him. "Please!"

"God your so hot." He leaned back over you, placing a sloppy kiss on your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips. Lining himself up to your entrance he looked to you. "Ready?"

"Yes!" He smiled, and slowly slide his cock inside you. You gasp as you feel him stretch you out, tears stinging your eyes. He stopped once he was fully in, letting you have a moment to get adjusted. "I don't know how I'll keep my voice down."

"Bury your face into my neck, I want to hear you moan my name."

You did what he suggested, you wrapped your arms around his torso while he used his vibranium arm to stay stable and his other arm around your head to keep himself close to you. His body was completely on top of yours.

"You can move now."

James slowly moved his hips away, almost entirely removing his cock from you except the tip before thrusting back in. Your moan was successful smothered by his body. He continued thrust himself inside your pussy, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

"O-Oh James- yesyesyes," You mewl. "You feel so good." You heard him let out a husky groan in your ear.

"I love it when you say my name, (Y/N)." He whispered in your ear as he kept his pace. You continue to moan out his name, gripping him tight as his thrust got faster. "Fuck, your so tight."

"Shit- faster!" You begged and he obliged. "You're so good to me Bucky. You-you're perfect." You could feel his thrust starting to gst sloppy as you felt waves of pleasure course through your body.

"Baby you make me crazy." He moaned. You could feel his hand make its way down to your clit, and your body arches against his as he pressed down on the sensitive bud. He practically started pounding your pussy as he moaned in your ear.

"James I'm gonna- I'm so close!" You cry out as the the feeling kept building.

"Do it, cum for me."

It was like everything in your body started shake as the pressure finally snaps in your core. You bury your face into his chest and moan his name as blinding, white hot pleasure filled your being. Your walls tighten around his cock  and you feel him start to tense.

His thrusts became harder before he finally released his thick cum inside of you before collapse onto of you, panting. Both of you were sweaty and breathing hard, but neither of you moved. The feeling of his cock inside you, twitching, was extremely hot.

"You're amazing, (Y/N)." He grinned, making you smiled.

"You're the best damn thing in my life, James."

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You woke up naked the next morning, curled up to an equally naked, sleeping Bucky. You smiled, remembering last nights confession and everything after that. You watch him sleep for a moment before deciding to slip out of bed to make everyone breakfast. You throw on the pajamas you wore before hand and quietly leave the room.

You close the door as quietly as and turned around, only to see Frank sitting at the table reading a magazine you had lying around.

"Oh good morning Frank." You smiled and walked past him, hoping he wouldn't notice anything. "I'm gonna make some breakfast for everyone."

"Morning, (Y/N)." He grunted. "Sleep well?"

You almost choked on air, "Yes, I did. How about you?"

"Oh you know, the couch is alright but I am a light sleeper remember? I kept hearing weird noises through the night. " Your face felt on fire as you turned to face him. He wore a smug smirk on his face. "Got something on your neck there."

You rush to grab your phone and look in the camera. Low and behold, hickies were left on your neck. "Shit."

Frank snorted, "So you finally got with your crush, huh?"

"Oh shut it you grump."

"I'm just teasing you. You know I'm happy for you, (Y/N)."

"Thanks, Frank."

Frank decided to help you with breakfast, taking on making bacon and sausage while you attended to making pancakes. And sure enough the rest of the people in the apartment came out.

"They're gonna see them. "

"I know, I am bracing myself for Sam's teasing." You sigh. You go and place the plate  pancakes you made on the table while Frank placed the bacon and sausage he made.

"G'morning, doll. I missed ya in the morning." Bucky approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I wanted you to wake up to some breakfast." You grinned and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Did you finally confess your feelings?" You heard Sam. "I gotta get ahold of Tic Tac and Clint they owe- what the hell is on your neck (Y/N), is that what I think it is?" He groaned and sat at the table, everyone taking their spots.

"Hickies are messages on the body that can show ones presence on another-" Zemo spoke but was cut off by Sam.

"I do not want to know, Zemo. Lets just eat."

Breakfast was great. You were surprised Frank got along with the others, though it did take some talking to by Sam to break him out of his shell. You also could have sworn Buck and Frank had a stare down at one point but were both laughing and smiling.

You take hold of Bucks hand that was on the table and give it a light squeeze, smiling at him while he smiled back. Life was pleasant even after these emergency visits.

#james bucky barnes #james barnes #james barnes x reader #james barnes imagine #james barnes imagines #Bucky Barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #sam wilson #frank castle #baron zemo #smut #reader insert #reader insert smut #the winter solider #the winter solider x reader #the winter soldier imagines #the winter solider imagine #winter solider smut

[actually-impostor]

I am so tired

And exhausted. Disappointed. And worried

Jesus christ I'm worried

Because they are kids. They are childrens.

I'm gonna go on a long rant, everything will be tagged as it should, and this post will be behind a read more. Care for yourself while reading.

Tommyinmit. Tubbo. Ranboo. Hell, even Purpled (tho luckily i havent seen him be fucking attacked and hounded and harassed in this way. Small mercies)

They should NOT have to carry the weight of expectation A Bunch Of Adults Have Put On Their Shoulders

Read that again

YOU AS AN ADULT SHOULD NOT PUT YOUR EXPECTATIONS ON THE SHOULDERS OF CHILDREN

Should they try to better themselves every day? Yeah, but that's something every human should do

Should they stop being children just because they have a platform?

FUCK NO

Im sorry the internet and the world and the adults around you failed you to the point where you think having a mental breakdown everyday for all the struggles around the world you Are Forced To Read About is somehow normal.

Because darling, it's not.

Its not normal, or okay, or something to flex about, that your mental health is being put to such a risk just so you can stay "on top of things"

Im going to re-phrase something i said in 2019 about child actors (i know they aren't "actors" in the traditional sense but they are child celebrities, and it fits)

What you guys have to realize is that the difference between them and... idk, kids you see in your school or in your neighborhood, is that They Have An Audience. They had a sudden spike of people who from one day to the other focused their attention on them and decided "mh, I want to give them attention and a platform for a/b/c reason". You gave them your attention, if you disagree with something they said or their attitudes or whatever, you are in complete liberty to take away your view without feeling like you have to put them on blast.

They are young enough where their personalities, reactions, and opinions are still an echo of the adults and friends who surround them. They are starting to form their own opinions, but its still very much filtered by whichever influence got them first (parents, idols, teachers, older siblings, etc)

We are all ignorants when we are kids, even those who had to suffer thru a lack of privilege are ignorants of things up to a certain point. We grow to educate ourselves in whichever way we can, but we are still ignorant to A Lot Of Issues while we are growing and becoming ourselves.

The difference between us nobodies, and child celebrities (or kids with a following. Twitch streamers, tiktokers, youtubers, actors, etc) is that they have a constant spotlight and millions of eyes on them.

Everyone has access to when they fuck up because its never in private, Because They Dont Have That Privilege.

They are not allowed to mess up, because they are expected to be perfect.

Read that again.

They are KIDS who are Not Allowed To Make Mistakes Anymore.

They aren't allowed to make mistakes, a central point of growing up that helps you become a better person. They are not being allowed to grow and become better because they are not being allowed to fuck up, which is human!

And instead of Actually being helpful, the solution you, ADULTS, have come to... is to send them hate?

Your solution is to call them racist, homophobic, horrible humans who wont better themselves.

What have you done?

Answer that to yourselves.

What have you done?

Have you donated to your charity of choice? Have you given the microphone to the ones that struggle? Have you woke up and think "im gonna do a random act of kindness"?

Or are you just going to waste your energy and yourself bashing a teenager on twitter and staring as his mental health fucks off? In front of a live audience that instead of realizing they were taking things TOO FAR decided to try to "hammer the point"

What are you gonna do if they fuck off?

Because what´s happening is not "EDUCATING"

Is bullying a child.

Thats all there is. You have successfully bullied a child, yay. Now he doesn't want to learn better because no matter how much he educates himself yall still decide he is the worst human being on the planet for not being able to express something in a way YOU feel HE should.

Allow people to make mistakes without them being crucified every fucking step of the way.

Another thing is this need to remind them "i have this mental health situation, now say something to make me feel better"

Fantastic that you found someone and something that can help you out of a dark place. Now do the next part of getting Actual Capable And Profesional Help.

They are children, they are streamers. They dont have the necessary knowledge and equipment and training to help you with something serious. It should not be in their shoulder the weight of actively helping people thru a traumatic event or a shitty situation. If their streams comfort you, great. But thats all they can do.

And if they want to be educated on something Dont Immediately Shut Them Down. Let them educate themselves even if it's on something considered problematic, or something you think "is not important enough", just let them explore their interests without feeling like they have to perform everything for their audience.

Be better.

Do better.

And honestly? I didnt wanted to add this, but after all my sister has a point.

Why are you guys putting so much effort and energy into this? They play video games for a living.

Use your energy into bettering yourself and doing your part for the world. Not into bashing a 16-17 years old child.

Go outside, see the sky, change your scenario a bit. Touch some grass.

I think tomorrow i'll go for a walk.

#twitter tw #long post #cancel culture #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #purpled #child celebrities #please let me know if i missed a warning or tag #updated to add a few things and fix the grammar mistakes

[simplysummers]

give all your mutuals roles in your favourite movie/TV show/book (only pick one)

I know you said only do one….but I couldn’t…I had to do two different pieces of media because I just couldn’t decide and I know you guys don’t watch the bad batch. And like….was I not supposed to do the bad batch?

Anyways :) you guys can skip this one if you want.

Rex: Ray, 1000%. Old (lmao I’m sorry Ray, it’s a joke in the show), famous, considered the cool guy, everyone loves him, hella talented at what he does, just Ray vibes all around. (And he’s blond) @binch-i-might-be

Omega: Rose, again, 1000%. Such a little sweetie, so cute and curious, kinda scary when she wants to be, but an angel. Very much protected by her space dad and uncles. (Lmao and she’s also blonde. And, Idk if yall know this, or even if Rose does, but she is my tumblr little sister. I don’t make the rules, so she is definitely Omega) @hopeless-bisexual-queen

Wrecker: Tori. Absolutely chaotic, no chill, fucking loves everything to do with his friends, very very protective, and quite honestly really scary when he wants to be. This screams tori to me :) @torivikachu

Echo: Jamie. The level headed one, he’s the Mom of the group (literally Jamie), done with the chaos, just wants to live his life but cannot because his squadmates are a bunch of idiots. @thejamdergod

Tech: Elle. Is very informative and intelligent, but has a softer side that only people he sympathises with and his squad get to see. Can be a little abrasive sometimes, but only through protection means. Loves a bit of angst (nobody can tell me Tech wouldn’t thrive off of angst) @in-some-future-time

Hunter: hmmm. Idkkkk. I guess as one of the oldest members of our little group of friends, I don’t really see anyone as parental, or taking on the dad role the way Hunter does. Potentially maybe Sarah, as she can be quite protective of us, but the vibes don’t line up perfectly. @76historylover

Crosshair: Byrd. Okay, Byrd is nothing like Crosshair, but I didn’t want to leave either of them out, and I feel like if they met they’d actually kinda vibe lmao. @the-lord-high-admiral-themself

Cid: kit lmao. Personality alone. Very sarcastic, fucking hilarious, absolute queen. @imgaybut

Kanan: we don’t see much of Kanan in the show, but he’s just a ball of baby who you want to hug but also not because he’s going through his teenage phase and ahdhfkfkah I love Kanan. Big Lin vibes for me. @eat-th3-rich

Trace Martez: Ink. Lmao kinda pure but also not, hella chaotic and when on a mission cannot be stopped. Is very impulsive and just….decides to do things just because, is on the younger side but very mature, although emotions can sometimes get the better of them. I think this is very Ink @quillsink

Rafa Martez/Fennec Shand: these two both scream Clair to me for different reasons. Rafa is lowkey hilarious, protective of the little sister (in this case, ink) kinda lowkey vibes by oneself but also thrives off of attention and doing the right thing. Ahsoka stan. The vibes aren’t perfect but I definitely get them. And then Fennec Shand for being an intimated badass queen, like holy hell. It’s just clair, I don’t make the rules. @ms-march

Okay okay, now for something that will satisfy you guys instead of me being self indulgent. I won’t explain these, 1) to avoid the post being really long, and 2) for you guys to try and figure it out for yourselves. Nor am I going to specify exactly which piece of amrev media these come from :)

Alexander Hamilton - @quillsink

Martha Washington - @binch-i-might-be

Baron Von Steuben - @torivikachu

Marquis de Lafayette - @hopeless-bisexual-queen

John Laurens - @thejamdergod

Richard kidder Meade - @in-some-future-time

George Washington - @76historylover

John Andre - @the-lord-high-admiral-themself

Okay that’s as far as I can go for now. I’ve answered so many asks that my brain is absolute mush lmao. I’m never letting it get that filled again

#ask bea #bea’s mutuals #ink 🖋 #jo/elle/alex 💫 #kit 💍 #tori 🦋 #jamie 👑 #Rose 🌹 #Lin 💚 #Sarah 📕 #Byrd ⚡️ #Clair 🌼 #ray ☀️ #the bad batch #echo tbb #Hunter tbb #omega tbb #wrecker tbb #tech tbb #fennec Shand #trace Martez #rafa martez #kanan jarrus #Alexander Hamilton #John Laurens #Marquis de Lafayette #George Washington #baron von steuben #Richard kidder Meade #John Andre

[pies-writes-and-more]

PIES’ FIC RECOMMENDATIONS FOR JUNE 2020

Click HERE for the amazing fics I read in May 2020!

NOTE: If you’ve got an incredible fic that you are super proud of or if you think that I should read something you’ve read, PLEASE SEND IT TO ME! I’m really big on StevexFem!Reader, BuckyxFem!Reader, WandaxFem!Reader, CarolxFem!Reader, and Stucky fics!!! (And of course any fics with gender neutral readers is ALWAYS welcome :) )

If you do end up reading these fics, please tag me if you reblog them or comment on them!! I’d love to see your guys’ reactions :)

PS. if these links dont work for some reason, please let me know so I can update this list because I was very distracted halfway through making this so it might not be perfect!

SPECIAL MENTION FIC/POEM RECOMMENDATION

Okay so I’m not doing this because I’m trying to give myself a shoutout however, @wxstedhexrt​ and I have been collaborating in a poetry inspired fanfic collection called Falling! Tis a BuckyxFem!Reader series and if I do say so myself, it’s fucking adorable. 

The real reason I’m mentioning it is because @wxstedhexrt​‘s poems are some of the most real and gorgeously written things I’ve ever met so please give them a look! 

She has this series on Achilles and Patroclus, this collection about the word Silver, gorgeous poems from last year (involving Icarus, Apollo, and Helen of Troy), and so many more!!! Check out the tag #poetry or #mywriting on her blog!!! Send her some love :)

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE FANFICS!

1. Homecoming by @scentedsongrebel | Steve Rogers x Desi!Reader “You bring Steve to Mumbai to meet your family“ Yall want some wonderful representation in your fic reading!!??? READ THIS ONE! It’s so fucking wholesome and I love the whole story line of Steve learning more about his partner’s culture so that he can impress her family. Fucking adorable. 100% fluff with a wonderfully diverse reader and author!!!!

2. Iced Tea by @kaunis-sielu | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader I don’t think there’s an official summary for this fic ( @kaunis-sielu pls correct me if I’m wrong) BUT LEMME TELL YALL. I AM A SUCKER FOR BIKER FICS. WE LOVE BIKER STEVE. This was 100% FLUFFY and we LOVE IT. Amazing job!!!!!!

3. let me show you by @moteldwelling | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader bucky gives reader a “redo” on her first time, and takes her virginity. Listen here people. This smut took my soul and dragged me to hell and back. I am a SUCKER for Bucky fics but this one like took my life away. We love a man who makes sure his lady is having a good time when being intimate with her!!!!! we stan a good boi. Anyways if I keep thinking about this fic, I’mma need to go shower so I’mma end this here. Go read for yourselves and then cry with me about why Bucky Barnes isn’t in our lives. 18+ readers only of course! 100% HOT. FUCKING. SMUT.

4. Under the Rainbow, Draga mea by @binkysteebnpewter | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Again, I don’t think there’s an official summary for this (pls correct me if I’m wrong @binkysteebnpewter) and YES, I KNOW i put this in my May recommendations but I finished reading the series in JUNE so it is HERE AGAIN and DESERVES to be HERE AGAIN BECAUSE WE LOVE FICS WITH 100% GAY SHIT AND LOVE <3 I am a fucking sucker for the love that Wanda and this Reader have together. If you’re not convinced, ask @wxstedhexrt how much I cried reading it lol. anyways an amazing series that I will continue to go back reading again and again because i LOVE wlw fics <3 

5. Oh no, that’s bad by @andyl394 | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it? I read through this 20-part series like there was NO TOMORROW and god DAMN. We love hilarious social media AUs but this one really killed me. I always love Bucky who is soft and shy in fics but the Bucky in this fic was a LITTLE SHIT and i had so much ANGST. Anyways, if you read this fic, you may want to slap the characters BUT I PROMISE THERES AN ADORABLE HAPPY ENDING!!!! 100% INCREDIBLE

6. Home by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader It’s been 2 years since the last battle and it’s now Morgan’s 7th birthday, and well, Tony being Tony, he prepared a small party for her little girl, inviting everyone from the team, including you. So Kate decided to rip my heart out with this fic and have me on my knees sobbing so that’s cool. That’s it, that’s all I have to say. JK, this fic actually is like half and half FLUFF and ANGST but lord is it worth it. Kate, you know I adore you so much and your fics play a big part in why! God this girl deserves more love on these stories because holy shit I’m DEAD.

7. Baby Self by @honeyloverogers | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Alternative to Babies! Assemble, What if it was you that got turned into a baby instead? YALL WANT FUCKING FLUFF!?!?!?! 1000000000% FLUFFFFFFF AND CUTENESSSSSS (with like a little bit of a piece of shit lady who comes around but like its cool because a baby says fuck lol) THIS WAS A FIC WRITTEN LIKE NO OTHER. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. IT WAS SO PERFECT. Think of endgame and that moment when Scott turns into a baby??? Yeah now scratch that and think of Y/N if SHE turned into a baby and the avengers couldn’t figure out how to turn her back right away so now everyone has to take care of this baby HGOIDHFOISHFOISDHF the baby fever was so real in this fic ughhhhh <3 

8. Insecurities by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader You’re 7 months pregnant, and you can’t help be so insecure about some things. And here’s Kate again bringing me back to life with more wholesome fluff and a wholesome husband who loves his wife so fucking much and ugh i- i read this fic over and over sometimes and it just makes me realize how much i want this adhfoiasjdfoi <3 I aint pregnant but if I WAS i would want this steve to be comforting me ugh 103874203847% FLUFFFFFFF <3 

9. Requested fic (idk if it has a name??? sorry) by @donutloverxo | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Request: Hey, as for the headcanon requests how about Steve giving a lift to a girl in need when it's raining heavily or smth? I don't know where this idea came from 😅 Did yall need some confirmation that Sarah Rogers raised her son the fucking right way?!?!? WELL HERE YOU GO. THIS MANS OUT HERE BEING AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART <3 ugh we love wholesome drabbles really <3 amazing workkkkk!!!!!

10. Leather and Lace by @queen-kass-the-writer​ | Steve Rogers x AFuckingKickAssFem!OC :) Steve Rogers hardly expects anything to come out of a sleepy night at his new favorite dive bar until a pristinely dressed little lady saunters into the bar with a delicate smile but a wicked uppercut. Biker!Steve x Helena Alright so this is a little different than the above fics because THIS IS AN OC FIC :D now if any of yall know me I don’t tend to read OC fics HOWEVER Kass is INCREDIBLE at churning out fics. I had gave her an idea of a Biker Steve fic and like BAM she made it :O (seriously i don’t know how that is... to have an idea... and actually produce it?!??!) It’s a hilarious story of Biker Steve being head over heels Helena which is adorable (and a character named after me being Bucky’s shithead date lol hilarious) YALL BETTER READ THIS SHIT BECAUSE IT’S 100% WONDERFUL

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Okay so I know that this list is FAR shorter than my last recommendations list. I suckkkkked at reading fics this month lol. I’m definitely going to try and read more in July so here’s to hoping! Love you all a ton :D

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fic recommendations #pies recommendations list #pies june recommendations #steve rogers x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #wanda maximoff x y/n

[hargreeveslftv]

The Occult: DOOMSDAY | an umbrella academy series

chapter eight | word count: 2,851

CHAPTER EIGHT | …or for worse ( song | exit music - radiohead ) 

“Nuclear war, asteroids. But I’m thinking this is about the moon, right?” Luther says, instantly losing everyone in the room. 

Melanie almost wants to laugh as she sees the look of desperation Diego sends Klaus the moment the word “moon” leaves Luther’s mouth, but stops suddenly, feeling a strange wave of deja vu wash over her. 

“Dad must have sent me up there for a reason. And I was giving him daily updates on the conditions, I sent field samples. So the first thing we need to do, is find his research." 

"Hold on, hold the phone,” Klaus interrupts, we all died fighting this thing first time around, remember?“

"Klaus, shockingly, has a point. What gives us a win this time?” Diego asks, adding onto Klaus’s point. 

Suddenly, a bright blue portal opens above the bar, making Melanie throw herself backwards into the cabinets behind the bar to avoid it. 

“Jesus!” Allison yells, all of the siblings watching as Five fell on top of the bar in front of them. 

“You guys, am I still high, or do you see him too?” Klaus asks worriedly. 

Luther immediately starts to question him as he rolls off the bar, his feet barely landing under him as Luther and Allison help him stand up. 

“Irrelevant.” He replies to his questions, snatching the coffee cup from Allison’s hand instead of answering. 

The five watch him as he walks away from their little pack, slurping back every drop of coffee he could before turning to face them.

“So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us.”

“The umbrella academy.” Luther says quietly. 

“Yeah, but with me, obviously.” Five adds, looking at everyone, “so if yall don’t get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves we’re screwed." 

Five is met with silence as everyone stares at him in shock, Melanie wordlessly exchanging glances with Diego as he continues. 

"Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us?” He asks them sternly. 

“No.” Klaus replies, breaking the silence of the group and speaking for everyone. 

“To give us a fighting chance to see next week, I’ve come back with a lead.” Five announces, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket, “I know who’s responsible for the apocalypse." 

Allison immediately reaches out for the paper, her, Klaus and Luther crowding around it before Diego and Melanie join them.

"This is who we have to stop.” Five says as she opens the folded paper. 

Reassignment: protect Harold Jenkins. 

“Harold Jenkins?” Allison reads aloud. 

“Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?” Diego asks, looking between Klaus and Allison to see Five. 

But instead of a answer, all they get is the sound of Five slurping on Allison’s coffee cup. 

“I don’t know… yet.” He says, throwing the empty cup into the room behind him. “But I know he’s responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him, and we have to do it now." 

"How is he connected to what’s gonna happen?” Luther asks. 

“I don’t know." 

"Wait, so you just know his name?” Diego asks, everyone taking turns at firing their questions to Five. 

“There’s probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city.” Diego says hopelessly. 

“That is if he’s even in the city.” Melanie points out, Five getting more frustrated by the second. 

“Well we better start looking, then." 

"I’m sorry,” Allison interrupts, “am I the only one skeptical here? I mean how exactly do you know all of this about what’s his name?" 

"Harold Jenkins.” Five reminds her. “You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?" 

"Oh yeah, I think I remember those guys.” Klaus comments, Diego immediately snapping at him. 

“Yeah the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk." 

"They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on earth.” Five explains. 

“The Temps what?” Allison questions, folding her arms in front of her as she stood between Diego and Luther, Klaus falling onto the couch beside him and Melanie sitting down on the one opposite. 

“My former employer, they monitor all of time and space to make sure whatever is supposed to happen, happens. They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days.” Five explain further, patience obviously thinning, “So I went to the Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics."Protect Harold Jenkins.” So he must be responsible for the apocalypse.“ 

The three siblings still standing let silence hang for a moment, before all three of them start talking at once, Melanie reaching up to cover her ears with a groan. 

"Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?” Someone asks, Melanie taking one hand away as Five speaks again. 

“You know what else is insane? I look like a thirteen year old boy. Klaus talks to the dead, Diego controls butter knives with his mind, Allison can completely bend minds with a stupid catchphrase, Melanie could kill all of us if she wasn’t always sleep deprived, and Luther thinks he’s fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been." 

"He’s got a point there.” Klaus agrees. 

“We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living it. For the next three days anyway." 

"Amen to that.” Melanie mutters.

“But last time we tried to stop it, we all died. Why is this time any different? Why shouldn’t I go home to my daughter?” Allison fights back. 

“Because this time I’m here. We have the name of the man responsible. Guys we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people.” Five says confidently, before looking directly at Allison. “Including Claire." 

"You know her name?” She asks confused, Five nodding in response. 

“I do. And I’d like to live long enough to meet her." 

"All right.” Allison says, convinced enough that some of her confidence returns. “Let’s get this bastard." 

"You had me at Gerald Jenkins.” Diego shrugs, Five rolling his eyes and correcting him. 

“Harold Jenkins." 

"Whatever, I’ve already lost two people this week, I’m not losing anyone else.” He says, glancing from Luther to Melanie as he speaks. 

“Luther?” Five asks, catching his attention. 

“Yeah, you go. I’m gonna stay and go through Dad’s files.” He nods, “I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the moon." 

"Oh my god Luther no one cares about the fucking moon.” Melanie complains, getting up from the couch and following Diego. 

“Seriously? Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and Dad?” Diego asks in disbelief. 

“No, watch for threats, that’s what he told me. You think that’s a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow.” Luther argues, Melanie one eye roll away from her eyes falling out of her head at his words. 

“No we should stick together.” Allison says, quickly being cut off by Five. 

“We don’t have time for this.” Five yells at them. 

“Let’s roll, I know where we can find this asshole.” Diego nods, glancing at Melanie before looking to Klaus. “Klaus, Melanie, you’re with me." 

Melanie nods, but frowns at Klaus’s reaction. 

"Yeah, no, I’m good. I think I’ll uh, I think I’ll pass. I'm… feeling a little under the weather, so uh…” He rambles, walking past everyone towards the stairs. 

Melanie, Diego and Five all eye roll in unison, walking out of the living room one after the other. 

Not long later, Melanie sat in the back seat of the car, Allison beside her while Diego and Five sat up front. 

“He’s gotta have a record. We gotta get our hands on that file.” Diego mutters, parking the car. 

“And your plan is to what, waltz in there and just ask for it?” Allison asks. 

“I know the station like the back of my hand, sis. I’ve spent a lot of time inside.” He shoots her down, though not as brutally as normal. 

“Handcuffed." 

"Whatever. Here’s the plan-" 

"Plan?” Five asks with a raised eyebrow. “I’m just gonna blink in and get the file." 

"No that’s not… you don’t know the ins and outs of this place, okay?" 

"Yeah none of us do because we don’t get caught with our hands in the cookie jar all the time like you do.” Melanie comments, going completely ignored by everyone. 

“I literally just did this yesterday. My yesterday, not your yesterday.” Five clarifies. 

The two bicker for a small while longer, Melanie and Allison exchanging looks of exhaustion at their antics. 

“I made a call. That’s what a leader does. He leads.” Diego says, watching his side mirror intently, before jumping out and running down the alley. 

“So,” Melanie sighs, “you guys catch dancing with the stars?" 

Five and Allison just look at her for a moment, before Allison climbs out of the car. 

"I’m gonna try to call Vanya.” She announces, Five sighing and following her out. 

Left alone, Melanie yells out her window. 

“Guess I’ll stay here then!” She yells, annoyance obvious in her tone. 

Melanie tapped her foot for a moment, watching some people move around on the sidewalk before jumping out of the car herself, following her siblings paths down the street just in time to see Diego, Allison and Five gathered on the corner. 

“Leonard Peabody is Harold Jenkins!” Allison announces, expecting her to know who he is while showing Melanie the picture in the police file in her hands. 

“Card guy?” She frowns, finally recognising the man from the store. 

“We have to get to Vanya.” Five says, looking between them with a determined look on his face. 

“I know where she might be." 

-

"How did you even know about this place?” Melanie asks. 

“Okay so,” Allison explains as Diego pulls the car up to the curb outside the house she directed him to, “I maybe have already broken into his house before I knew he was a murderer." 

Diego scoffs, rolling his eyes while Melanie let’s out a full belly laugh next to her sister in the backseat. 

"I can’t believe you actually broke into somewhere! Tell me, was it exciting? Thrilling? To finally do something you’re not meant to for once?” She asks, her tone mocking after recalling the time Allison told on her to Reginald for breaking and entering, herself. 

“It was terrifying and it shouldn’t be done.” Allison replies, making Melanie roll her eyes as they all climbed out of the car. 

“Be careful, okay? We don’t know what Peabody’s capable of.” Allison warns. 

“Yeah he didn’t seem dangerous when I first saw him. Looked kinda scrawny.” Diego says, shrugging it off as he walked across the lawn of the house. 

“Yeah, well, so are most serial killers and mass murderers.” She replies, pointing in Five’s direction, “Look at him." 

"Thanks.” Five says with a roll of his eyes. 

“It’s funny cause it’s true.” Melanie smiles, bumping Five with her shoulder as they approach the house. 

“Good point. So what’s this guy want with Vanya?” Diego asks. 

“I don’t know,” Five answers, “how about we ask him after we kill him?" 

"Hey, look. I’m gonna burst through-” Diego starts, but is interrupted as Five blips away. 

“Kids these days.” Melanie sighs, leaning against the brick wall beside the door. 

“Hey, no, you’re just as bad as him.” Diego replies, eyebrow raised as she blows a raspberry at him. 

Without warning, Diego takes a couple steps back, before jumping up and launching himself through the window in the door. 

“Oh my fucking god, Diego.” Melanie groans, rubbing her temples for a moment before reaching out and twisting the doorknob, it opening freely. 

“The door wasn’t locked, just so you know.” She comments, offering Diego a hand to help him up after she walks inside. 

“Subtle.” Allison adds, Five actually cracking a smile for once as he looked down at Diego covered in glass. 

“Yeah, well, my way works just fine.” He defends, his voice strained with pain, unsurprisingly. 

“Spread out.” He instructs, walking towards one of the rooms. “Yell if you, uh… you know, you’re in trouble." 

"Inspiring leadership.” Five jokes, as the three of them watch Diego walk off. 

“One of the greats.” Allison agrees sarcastically. 

“Come on.” Melanie nods towards the stairs, looking at Allison to accompany her. 

Leading the way up the stairs, Melanie looks back to Allison for a moment, signalling to take the right, while she herself would go left. Allison nods in agreement, and the two split up as they reach the landing. 

Melanie checks the rooms to the left of the stairs for anyone, but her head quickly spins around as she hears Allison call for everyone. 

With Diego, Five, and Melanie responding instantly, they follow Allison’s voice up the attic stairs, Melanie pulling a face of disgust as she sees what Allison is looking at. 

A shrine of sorts sits pride of place in the middle of the attic, Melanie instantly recognising the posters and dolls taped up and disfigured as those of herself and her siblings, a cold chill running through her as Diego and Five file in behind her. 

“All our faces are burnt off.” Allison notices, pointing to where each figure sat lined up by number. 

“Well,” Diego frowns, “that’s not creepy. This guy’s got some serious issues." 

"This was never about Vanya. This was about us.” Allison realises, turning and looking at them with concern on her face. 

Though any thought of Harold Jenkins is wiped away as Five collapses to the floor, Melanie’s eyes going wide before she drops to her knees beside him as he lays writhing around in pain. 

Melanie holds his head up while Allison pulls back his blazer, showing a bloodstain blooming over his stomach, his shirt and vest getting pushed out of the way to reveal a seeping hole. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Diego asks, protective brotherly instincts instantly kicking in. 

“You have to keep going. So… close.” Five says, his voice fading as his body stills. 

“Five?” Allison asks, shaking him as Diego taps his cheek, Melanie pressing her fingers to his neck and checking for a pulse as the other two try to bring him around. 

“He’s still alive. We need to get him help.” She says worriedly, glancing between the two of them. 

Diego breaks about every speed limit there is driving back to the academy, Allison holding under Five’s arms while Melanie carries his legs, Diego pushing the door open in front of them. 

“We should have taken him to the hospital.” Allison insists as they carry him through the foyer. 

“A kid with shrapnel wounds might raise some questions.” Five comments weakly, his voice nowhere near as strong as it should have been. 

“Yeah, well so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins’ attic." 

"Let’s just put that one on the back burner for a minute.” Melanie instructs, as they set Five down on a couch in the living room.

“He’s still losing blood, what do we do?” Allison asks Diego as she throws her jacket off somewhere into the room. 

“We gotta get the shrapnel out." 

But, instead of moving to help Five, Diego freezes, looking out the door like he’s seen a ghost before jogging out. 

"Diego? Where are you going?” Allison calls after him. 

Melanie busied herself propping Five’s head up on a couple pillows, and getting him to tap her hand twice, a indicator they figured out in the car for him to show he was still conscious. 

“Did he just say mom?” Allison asks her, to which she just shrugs. 

But as Grace walks into the room, Melanie can’t help the smile that spreads across her face, jumping up from Five’s side and launching herself into her arms. 

“Mom!” She yells happily, Grace returning her hug after stumbling for a second. 

“Oh! Melanie dear! You nearly knocked me off my feet.” She says cheerily, smiling at her before walking to Five after Melanie lets her go. 

It doesn’t take long for Grace to patch Five up, and before they know it, he’s laying on his bed with her by his side, finally resting for what Melanie guessed was the first time since he got back. 

Melanie sat on the floor of his room, in front of the seat where Delores sat, Diego hovering in the doorway behind her who’s soon joined by Allison. 

“Is he gonna be okay?” Melanie asks Grace, who smiles at her, nodding gently. 

“He should be. He needs to rest." 

Melanie sighs, but her expression quickly turns into a frown as she hears police sirens on the street out front. 

Pushing herself up off the ground, she walks to the window, pushing the curtains aside just enough to see Diego walking towards a lineup of cop cars and officers with guns. 

Her eyes go wide as she watches Diego not put up a fight, an officer handcuffing him peacefully. 

"Five,” Melanie says tensely, “Diego’s getting arrested. 

The barely conscious boy sighs, brows furrowing in stress. 

"Shit." 

chapter nine coming sat, oct 10th

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ch. 7

“What happened to you claiming my trainer as your baby daddy?”

Braelin rolled her eyes. “Stop with the pettiness. It's not cute.” she attempted to pick up the trash bag, but Roman took it out of her hands. “I know how you felt about the idea and didn’t think it would be fair to you.”

Roman nodded once again, surprised at how much impending motherhood has managed to mature Braelin. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“There’s no need to thank me. These are your babies, as well as mine. But I also need you to understand that I like Dante, and I want to see where this goes with him, which also means that he will be in our children’s lives whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t, and there’s a good chance I never will because you are supposed to be with me. In my home and my bed.”

Braelin was tired of the caveman attitude that he seemed to put on every time a man enters into her life friend or otherwise. “Too fucking bad. We’re not together anymore. Do I need to remind you why that is? We made a mistake--”

“Our kids are not a mistake.”

“You’re right—they're not. But the truth of the matter is, what we did and the circumstances behind it certainly were. We don’t work. We get caught up with our history and fall back into old patterns that end up hurting the people that matter to us. I can't and won't hurt Dante in the same way you hurt me.”

Roman knew that any relationship they could potentially have with each other was shot to hell after she abruptly ended things once Janelle came back into his. But, as infuriating as they were, they had something people might wait a lifetime to find. “Will, you ever forgive me for that?”

Braelin smiled sadly “I want to. Despite me letting you back into my bed, I can’t risk letting you back into my heart.”

Ouch.

Roman nodded despite how much it stung; he appreciated her honesty, “I deserve that and for what it's worth, I am sorry.” 

“I know.”

Braelin gasped a little, placing her hand on her stomach.

“What?”

“I think they’re trying to say Hi.” she nodded towards her stomach 

Roman placed his massive paw over her baby bump “I don’t feel anything.”

“Just wait.”

After a few seconds, that’s when he felt it. For the first time, he was able to feel his babies kick “That’s amazing.” He said, looking up at a Braelin with so much awe.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Braelin and Roman jumped apart. “No, that’s ok. Roman just wanted to feel the baby kick.”

Janelle looked in between them both. “Yea, I know how exciting that could be. I mean, I don’t know, but you know what I mean.”

Braelin fidgeted a little, suddenly feeling even more uncontrollable by the second “Yea, and I know what you mean. Look, I probably should say goodbye to everyone before they head out.”

“Before you leave Braelin, I wanted to talk to you both.”

Roman stood up a little straighter before looking at Braelin. “About what?”

“I know things are awkward because of our history. Roman and I were college sweethearts that found each other again when you two were together, and because of it, you guys broke up.”

Braelin smiled tightly, “Right.”

Roman ran a hand over his face “Janelle, maybe now isn’t the —”

“I’m not trying to shake the table or anything I’m not. I just want us to be honest. Like,  honestly, when Roman confessed that he cheated on me, I instantly thought it might’ve been with you, but then I checked myself because deep down inside I know what you two had wasn’t worth risking everything you have now for something so meaningless like a one night stand. I mean, you said it yourself, Roman, it had to be with some bitch that meant nothing to you. They were nobody.”

Braelin snorted before taking the trash bag out of Roman’s hands. “I’m sorry about what happened between you guys, and you’re right, our history is complicated, and that’s exactly why I’m trying to move on in the same way he did. Now, if you excuse me, I need to say goodbye to my guest. Feel free to take home some to-go plates before you see yourselves out.”

Roman waited until Braelin left before speaking to Janelle, “Was that necessary.”

Janelle shrugged, “I don’t see why it wasn’t. We never cleared the air after everything that happened despite constantly being in each other's faces, for I don’t know how many years.”

“You wanted to rub our relationship in her face, and for what?”

“To remind her that even though she’s carrying your children, I’m your wife, and that fact will always remain.”

Roman’s eyes widened.

“You didn’t think I would put two and two together. Give me a little more credit than that.”

“I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how.”

Janelle laughed bitterly, “I’m not surprised. I mean, how do you tell your wife that you got your ex-girlfriend pregnant? It can't be easy, and despite how much I wish you didn’t because it would make it helluva lot easier to leave your cheating ass, I know you still love me. But I also get the feeling you’re not completely over Braelin.”

“I do love you, and you’re right. I love her too.”

Janelle shook her head, wishing like hell she was wrong about him still being in love with his ex. “Does it get exhausting? Jumping from one bed to another? Do you think we deserve that?”

Roman swallowed. He was so caught up with his feelings for both women and their reaction to him that he never really took the time out to see what his indecisiveness was doing to them emotionally. “I was selfish and careless, and because of that, I hurt two of the most important women in my life, and for that, I’m sorry. You and Braelin will never know how sorry I am. So no, I don’t think my wife or the mother of children deserve that, but it’s the endless cycle that we managed to find ourselves in.”

“Ourselves? This isn't our situation, Roman. You cheated on me with your ex-girlfriend and got her pregnant. You did this, and now I have to sit back and watch you two share this connection that you refuse to have with me.”

“I never said I didn’t want kids with you. I just can’t think about that right now.”

Janelle laughed, “Right because your plate is already full with the little side family you manage to have on me.”

Roman knew nothing he could say would make this situation better for anyone. He fucked up and fucked around on his wife, and now these are the cards he has to deal with. So this only left him with one option: “You're right. This isn’t fair to you or Braelin, and that’s why I’m going to give you both the space you deserve.” He said before walking out of the house and past Braelin, who was watching the entire exchange.

November 30, 2011

“Friend of the birthday girl?”

Braelin laughed, “Yes, and no. She’s my cousin.”

Roman nodded, “The smile kind of gave it away.”

Braelin’s cheeks flushed, “and you must be related to the twins?”

“You see the family resemblance?”

Braelin rolled her eyes, “Not really. All of yall are major flirts.”

Roman grinned. “Can you blame us?”

Braelin shrugged, “I guess not. Want a beer?”

“Aren’t you a little young for that?”

“Boy, please. I’m twenty-one years old as of September 5th and have been drinking way longer than that. Either get on the bandwagon or move to the side.”

Roman threw his head back and laughed, “All that feistiness in that tiny package.”

Braelin popped a hand on her hip. “Don't let the small package fool you. I’m tough as hell.”

“I believe you. Now can I get my beer, please?”

Braelin laughed and tossed the beer to him “How long have you known Naomi?”

“Since she and Jimmy started dating in FCW.”

“You’re a wrestler! That makes so much sense.” She said, taking a sip of her beard, “How long have you been training?”

Roman shrugged, “I’ve been training for a while. NXT is good and all, but I’m ready for the main roster.”

Braelin nodded, “You have to appreciate a man who knows what he wants, but you know what they say practice makes perfect.”

Roman shook his head ”You believe that?”

“If I didn't, I wouldn't be in college, collecting this much debt to become a doctor.”

Roman had to admit he was a little thrown by her choice of profession. A girl like her would usually aim for a career as an entrepreneur or a model. Maybe a model was a stretch considering she barely stood 5’4 despite having the looks for it. “A doctor? Wow, I’m impressed.”

“Yea, you probably thought I would sell clothes on a website or something.” Braelin rolled her eyes when she noticed how guilty Roman looked. “As much as I can’t knock the hustle, that’s not for me.”

“Then tell me, pretty girl. What kind of doctor do you want to be?”

Braelin shrugged, looking at her hands a little, “I dunno. I’m still deciding.” 

Roman raised a brow before taking a sip of his beer. “Really? Usually, when someone commits to a career like this, they have a plan. Being a doctor  takes years of dedication and—“

“I know what it entails, thank you.”

Roman knew he had hit nerve, but for whatever reason, he felt she was holding back, so he decided to push her “Oh yeah? It seems to me you don’t know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be hellbent on committing to something you had no intention of seeing through to the end. Why waste your time on something you don't care about when you can have something you actually want?”

Braelin blinked, not realizing she was that easy to read. “My mom wants me to become a doctor.”

He knew there was an ulterior motive behind her career choice “Ok, that’s fine, but what do you want.”

Braelin has been watching Naomi train for the last three years, and she couldn’t lie and say her interest hasn't peaked. So in her downtime, she’s been watching old wrestling footage in an attempt to train herself because she couldn't sign up for wrestling school without her parents finding out, “I want to wrestle.” She whispered, not making eye contact.

Braelin was ready to hear the laugh that followed by her admission. But when she looked up, she saw him staring at her intently.

“Ok, well, if you want to wrestle so badly, then I’ll help you get into wrestling school, and if you’re not ready for that, then I’ll train you myself.”

“You barely know me, and you’re offering to train me?”

Roman finished the last of his beer before tossing the bottle in the trash. “I’m a good judge of character, and something’s telling me you’re worth the investment.”

Braelin’s cheeks flushed suddenly, wishing she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Dante asked from his side of the bed. He noticed that she’s been on edge since everyone left after the cleanup.

Braelin bit down on the corner of her lip, not sure if she opened up this can of worms out of fear of losing him, but she knew it wouldn’t be fair to Dante if he went into this blindly “Janelle knows about everything.”

Dante blinked. “That explains why she’s been shooting daggers at you all night. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I’m relieved because this terrible secret doesn’t have to be held over my head forever, but at the same time, it makes everything feel real.”

Dante raised a brow “Really? It doesn’t get any more real than you being heavily pregnant, Brae.”

“I know that, and that’s why I’m ok with you bailing if this is too much.”

Dante rolled his eyes “We’ve been through this already, baby.”

“I know, and I feel like a broken record, but this isn’t fair to you. My drama and fucked up choices shouldn't come down on you” When he moved to approach her, Braelin took a step back “Don’t do that. I don’t want you to be ok with everything, especially not after I cheated on you.”

Dante shook his head moving to stand in front of his girlfriend “First of all, you didn’t cheat on me because we weren’t official, but now that we are I need you to know that I want us, I want you and I want to see where we can go. I will keep saying it until you believe it, but if this is too much and you don’t want this, then I need you to tell me,” he lifted her chin to look her in her green eyes. “Ok?”

Braelin nodded despite feeling as if she didn’t deserve him. She said, “Ok.” 

Survivor Series 2020

Roman sat next to the USO's at the announce table, going over their match. This year it would be faction vs. faction vs. faction: The Bloodline vs. Undisputed Era vs. Seth Rollins and his  Disciples for brand supremacy. As much as he was hyped about teaming with his family and competing against his brother,  his personal life had gone to hell in a hand basket. Since the barbecue, he and Braelin barely talked, and when they did, it had everything to do with the baby and the doctor appointments he often missed because he was on the road, which seemed to appease Janelle. 

Speaking of Janelle, after a few weeks of living in a hotel, Roman finally came back home despite wanting to keep his distance from both women on a romantic level, which is why he slept in the guestroom. 

Janelle wasn't to convince that their relationship was over and honestly? Neither was he. When he put that ring on Janelle’s finger, it was supposed to be forever. But that was all shot to hell when he fucked around on her not once but twice and with his ex of all people, and despite everything they’ve been through, he knew he still loved her.

Ok, smart ass, what about Braelin? His inner voice asked. 

 They were still friends, of course, and despite the relationship ending so abruptly, he knew there were some unresolved feelings there. The better word for it was love, asshole.

Roman sighed 

Love was the better word for it, and up until now, he had no problem admitting that to himself because he wasn’t hurting anyone, but now that no was no longer valid. He was hurting the two of the most important women in his life, and there was no way he was willing to put Braelin through another round of hell, especially now with his children in the mix.

Roman sighed and abruptly standing up, causing all three men to look in his direction.

“We ain’t done talking about the match?” Jey said from his seat next to Seth.

“I’ll be back; there’s just something I need to do. Besides, my head ain’t in it yet.”

Seth agreed, “I can tell since you haven’t listened to a word we said.”

Roman looked sheepishly, “My bad.”

Seth trusted Roman with his life, so he wasn’t worried about the big man carrying his shit with him into the ring and possibly hurting someone. He just knew whatever Roman was thinking about was creating emotional turmoil in the big dog. “Whatever it is, you want to talk about it?”

Roman looked around and saw all eyes on him. He knew they weren’t going to drop it, so he sai, “The twins are mine.”

Several eyes blinked. But it was Jimmy that said, “That makes sense.”

Jey nodded “When you told us that you and Brae fucked I didn’t know you hit��“

Roman’s eyes narrowed, “Hey, man. Besides, it’s not like we wanted any of this to happen. It just happened.”

“So, what’s the plan? Are you and Braelin going to give it another try?”

Roman rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m married, and she’s with Dante.”

“Yea, but that hasn’t stopped shit before,” Jey said with a shrug causing Roman to flinch. “I know the whole situation is fucked up, but you and Brae had something most people wait a lifetime to find, but you ended up fucking that up when you went back to Janelle.”

Roman rolled his eyes “I’m sorry I thought you said something useful that could help the situation.”

Seth decided to chime in. “The only thing that could help this situation is honesty, and we all know it’s a little bit late in the game for that. But the least you can do is be honest with what you want and who you want.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want because I’ve already decided to keep my distance from both of them.”

Jimmy raised a brow “Really? You moved back into your house with Janelle, and you’re what? Co-parenting with B? Yea, that’s a whole lot of space.”

“What the fuck do y’all want me to do?” Roman snapped “I fucked up and cheated on my wife and got my ex-girlfriend pregnant. But you want to know something I fucked up away before then by letting Braelin walk away because I wasn’t ready to get my shit together. Now I’m paying the price. She’s happy, and it has nothing to do with me and you know what as selfish as it is, I fucking hate it. But it’s what I deserve, and more importantly, it’s what she deserves.”

Jey held up his water bottle. “Now that you finally got that off your chest, are you ready to plan this main event?”

Roman looked around the arena and noticed that all eyes were on him “Yea, let’s do this.”

Braelin looked over Dante, who was busy talking to the photographer. Today was her maternity shoot, and she wanted this experience to be perfect and unbeknownst to her boyfriend; she was doing her shoot naked. 

“Baby, please leave that poor man alone and let him do his job.”

Dante shook his head “Where’s the stylist? They should’ve been here an hour ago?”

Braelin laughed, “Honey, there’s no stylist here because I won’t be wearing any clothes.”

Dante blinked before turning his attention to the photographer who didn’t even bother hiding his amusement, “You mean you’re doing this shoot naked?”

Braelin nodded, “As a Jaybird.”

Dante cleared his throat. Not at all ok with some other dude seeing his girl naked before he even had the chance too. “Is it too late to change the photographer.”

The photographer rolled his eyes, “If it helps your ego. I’m gay and would rather see you naked than your pregnant girlfriend.” He looked at Braelin, “No offense, B.”

Braelin smirked, “None taken. But I do have an idea.” she looked in between both men “Marty, I won’t be needing your services today, and don’t worry, you’ll still get paid for the day.”

That seemed to appease the photographer before he left the couple alone.

Dante held up his hand. “Look, you don’t have to send him away on my account. I know how important this is to you and—“

Braelin nodded, “You’re right, it is important, and that’s why I’m still going to do my photo shoot.”

“Without a photographer?”

Braelin shook her head, “I have a photographer, you.”

Dante laughed dryly, “I’m not a photographer.”

Braelin disagreed wholeheartedly. “Those pictures you took of me last night says otherwise.” She said, taking off her robe and tossing it to the side, “You just need the right motivation.”

Dante licked his lips. “Damn,” he whispered, taking the camera off its stand. “You trust me with this?”

“I trust you to make me look the same way you make me feel. That's why I couldn’t have picked a better man for this.”

Dante had a feeling they were no longer talking about the photoshoot “What are you saying?” he said while snapping pictures

“I’m saying that I choose you and will always choose you because I think you will be the best choice I’ll ever make.”

As friends, they’ve known each other for a long time, but as lovers, it’s new, but sometimes something new can be the thing that’s worth holding onto.

Dante sat the camera on the stand before taking Braelin in his arms and kissing her with everything he had. Braelin licked his lips in which he happily obliged as her tongue slid into his mouth. What had started out gentle quickly became passionate and heated as his large hand slid into her hair and gave it a gentle tug as his tongue trailed a hot path down her neck, causing her shiver.

“Fuck.” Dante whispered heatedly, “I want you so much right now.”

She whimpered as he captured her lips with his once more “I want to taste you, please baby, let me taste.”

Seeing Braelin's green eyes was so clouded with lust that the sight made his dick jump, “I want you to do a lot more than taste.” She said, biting his chin gently.

That was all he needed to hear.

Braelin legs cleared the floor and were instantly wrapped around Dante’s waist. He sat her down on a pile of pillows that was going to be used as props for the photoshoot but would come in handy for what he had in mind.

Dante removed his shirt, followed by the grey jogging pants he was wearing, causing his dick to spring free.

Damn. Braelin thought. He had to be nine inches long and thick enough to fill her in all the places she hasn’t been filled since.

Don’t even go there, her mind chastised. 

Dante’s dick was a thing of beauty as it pointed accusingly at her while leaking precum.

 Dante gave his dick two pumps before crawling over Braelin and capturing her lips once more. “I think I said something about tasting” he grinned against her lips.

“Let’s see what that tongue can do.” she whispered.

Dante smirked before leaving wet kisses down her protruding stomach and thighs. She didn’t have to wait long as his tongue jutted out and lapped at her clit like a kitten causing Braelin to moan loudly.

“You taste so good baby.” he said in between licks spreading her legs wider and inserting a finger which almost caused Braelin to shoot off the pillows. “So fucking good.”

Dante played her pussy like an instrument. He knew how lick and how to rotate his finger enough to make her squirm so her end was coming sooner than she liked “I’m finna come.”

Dante took that as a sign to double his efforts by literally fucking her with his tongue and that did it she came so fucking hard.

When Dante came up from between her thighs the top of his nose and the whiskers of his beard was covered in her juices “Ready for round one?” He whispered against her lips.

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[soft-baby-dobrik]

pretty girl // david dobrik

a/n: this was not requested but this gave me some VIBES that needed to be addressed SHITITITITIT.... this may be too specific but let me live okay quarantine got me feeling some TYPE OF WAY FOR MY BABY DADDY DAVID

summary: the vlog squad buys an a huge inflatable hot tub and david notices how good you look in your bikini

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Most of the time being apart of David’s crazy ass friend group meant complete and utter chaos. Everything was absolutely crazy at all times. David’s camera flash was blocking out light while everyone was loud and being complete fools. For once, you were excited for a vlog idea. You had proposed as a joke to buy an enormous hot tub because I mean, who wouldn’t want to relax in a hot tub? With that idea, an inflatable hot tub was bought within minutes. What could you say, the perks of being friends with them means they’ll go for any outrageous ideas. This was just one of the few ones that benefited you. While you didn’t want to be recorded in your swimsuit, you were at least happy to be sitting in a hot tub. You also bribed some wine out of the boys which Natalie and Corinna were happy about. After a couple weeks, the night finally came for the hot tub party. You were excited, but couldn’t help but to feel a little nervous sitting in your bikini. David agreed to pick you up since you were going to drink and he didn’t want you to worry about a ride home, so he offered to pick you up and drop you off. As much as you wished he would of offered for you to stay the night, you were at least thankful that he was a kind enough friend to let you drink and be your D.D. 

It was finally time and David had just pulled up. You rushed out of your house and into his car in excitement. You had your bikini in your bag ready to go. 

“Hey, y/n,” David grinned as you flopped into his front seat. Luckily, the night hid the slight flush of your cheeks as you sat.

“Hi,” you smiled back, buckling up quickly.

“Well someone is in a rush,” David laughed loudly, beginning to drive.

“Listen, there’s wine and a freaking hot tub, this is any girls dream,” you responded back. “Honestly, I would tell you to speed since you can afford a ticket, but I am a law abiding citizen,” you added, with a joking attitude.

“Anything for you, princess,” David joked, shaking his head. Without trying, he made your heart skip a beat. This was an ongoing joke between the both of you. David joked that you were like a princess since you wanted your way, and usually got it.

“Listen here! Just because I don’t put up with no bullshit and follow some rules does not make me a princess!” you exclaimed with a smile.

“That is exactly what a princess would say,” David smirked, turning of the music slightly.

“Don’t think I don’t notice you turning up the music to tune me out,” you scoffed, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like me to turn that down? Is it too loud for you, princess?” David teased, biting back a smile.

You gasped and crossed your arms over your chest dramatically. “Just for that, I’m not sharing my wine with you. And no you keep blasting the music, because I AM NOT A PRINCESS,” you said the last part loudly.

“I couldn’t drink the wine anyway cause I have to drive you home because you are a princess,” David responded, matter of factly.

“Okay, you offered the ride!” you exclaimed. He just kept driving, laughing and shaking his head at you. By this time, you had reached his house. Both of you peeled yourselves out of his car and headed into his house. Much to your happiness, you saw Zane and Matt, whom you haven’t seen in awhile. You rushed up to Matt and gave him a bear hug.

“Ugh, Matt, I missed you!” you smiled, as he hugged back.

“I missed you too,” he responded, kindly. Zane stood there with is lips pursed.

“Well fuck me then, shit. Guess you didn’t miss me,” Zane said, rolling his eyes. Quickly, you left Matt’s arms to wrap your arms around Zane’s neck dramatically. 

“I missed you so much, Zane. I haven’t see Matt in weeks and I saw you last week, but I missed you so much!” you squealed, jokingly. Matt laughed from next to you and Zane finally hugged you back.

“That’s better,” he exclaimed. After a small hug, you both pulled away.

“So, now that I have my two favorites, let’s start drinking,” you smiled.

“This is why I actually miss you for the week I didn’t see you,” Zane smiled. already heading to the kitchen to find the alcohol. Matt followed quickly behind. You giggled and shook your head at them. As you walked in further, you saw David lingering in the kitchen. 

“I didn’t get that reaction when I came to pick you up,” David said, sassily. A slight laugh left you.

“I saw you like three days ago, David,” you responded, heading over to the wine bottles on the counter.

“And I’m the one who is driving you home tonight so I deserved a hello like that,” David exclaimed, jokingly. 

“David, if you want a hug from y/n, just ask nicely. No need to be jealous,” Zane joked, making your breathe hitch in your throat. You felt the familiar feeling of your face becoming flushed. 

“I was just joking, Zane,” David laughed, slightly awkwardly. As you looked at him, you noticed a slight blush on David’s cheeks.

"Oh, so you don't want one of my hugs? That's fine, they're too good for you anyway," you shrugged, jokingly, trying to cover up the awkwardness. Quickly, you came over to the wine bottle and poured some into your wine tumbler. "Also, this is my wine bottle!" you said, hugging it tightly to your chest. "I will not be sharing," you added, looking directly at Zane. He pretended to be offended and you shrugged. Zane had already started drinking and so did Matt. In the other room you saw Corinna and Natalie. With your wine bottle in one hand and wine tumbler in the other, you headed over to them.

"Hey, boos," you smiled, sitting down next to them happily. The couch had been pushed in the way corner to make room for the hot tub. Todd and Jeff were loudly in the other corner and Heath and Mariah had just walked in. They both said hi with a big smile.

"We were just talking about you!" Corinna exclaimed.

"Me?" you laughed, beginning to sip your wine.

"Yeah, we think something is up with David and you," Natalie said, bluntly. You choked on your wine the second you heard those words come out of her mouth.

"W-what?" you stuttered out, gulping down another sip of wine.

"I can't explain it, there's just something there," Corinna said, pursing her lips at you. Your face once again began to flush and you could see the smirks taking over both of their faces.

"There's nothing going on," you said, continuing to sip your wine to try and calm your nerves.

"You look guilty," Natalie said, knowingly.

"Seriously," you said, keeping a straight face.

"Nothing? At all?" Corinna asked, not believing you.

"Well nothing is going on between him and I. Just friends," you mumbled out. Without realizing, your face gave away all the information they needed.

"Do you like him?" Natalie asked, grinning.

"No!" you exclaimed. Your eyes scanned the room, nervously. Luckily no one was paying attention.

"Listen, if you do, you know you can tell us," Corinna said, smiling.

Groaning, you chugged the rest of your wine tumbler. Both of them stared at you with furrowed brows and amused faces. "Look, of course there's like a little crush. I mean doesn't everyone have a little crush on David?" you spoke, quietly. Immediately after you spoke, you started to throw the wine bottle back, letting the wine try to calm your nerves.

"I fucking knew it," Corinna said, with a huge smile.

"I hate you both," you breathed out, biting your lip.

"First of all, not everyone has a little crush on David. Don't try to make it not seem important," Natalie said.

"It's not," you whined out, scrunching your face in frustration. "Let's not talk about it. It's one sided and the more I talk about it, the more awkward it is and then I will be awkward all night and I don't want that. I want wine and a hot tub," you rambled out.

"What if it's not one sided?" Natalie said, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows at you.

"Exactly," Corinna added.

"Except it is. I don't want to consider it and get my hopes up and make everything weird," you sighed. Before they could argue any longer, you heard the boys start to become louder.

"Hot tub time," Zane sang out, excitedly. You were the only one not changed besides David. After that conversation, you needed more wine, so you threw your head back and began to chug the bottle. In the background, you could hear Zane and Matt cheering you on. Once you got up, you felt slightly dizzy for a couple seconds. You grinned at Zane and Matt and took your bag back towards the bathroom. David was coming out of his bedroom, still fully dressed.

"Why aren't you in a swimsuit?" you asked, confused, definitely starting to feel the effects of all the wine you chugged.

"I'm filming," David laughed, holding up his camera. He had changed into a yellow shirt and now had a hat on his head. The only thing you could focus on was how good he looked right then.

"Well, that's lame," you bluntly spoke, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the hall.

"Does the princess not approve?" he joked, laughing.

"I'm not a princess," you whined, over this joke. "You just have this cool hot tub in your house and you're not even going to go in! That's lame."

"Well, I have to get some footage," he said. "Everyone's going to be drunk soon and we bought a fucking ginormous inflatable hot tub. It needs to be documented." You shook your head before continuing down the hall a couple feet to the bathroom. David stood in the same spot staring at you. "Are you drunk already?" David asked, with a huge smile on his face, when you looked, you saw his camera facing towards you.

"Don't worry bout it, sweetheart, don't worry bout it!" you exclaimed back, giggling at yourself for quoting that vine. He laughed loudly in response before you flicked him off and closed the bathroom door. Once the door was closed, you began to change into your swimsuit. The second it was on, you looked up to the mirror to see yourself. Nervously, you looked over yourself. It wasn't a common occurrence to be in a bikini in front of everyone. Actually, you never had been before. Something about it made you nervous. Finally, you exhaled and folded your clothes up and picked up your bag. There was noise coming from the living room as you padded towards it. No one noticed you at first, but once you started to set your clothes and bags on the couch, Zane and Corinna began exclaiming at you. David stood while everyone else had gotten in the tub. Every part of you tensed when everyone was looking at you. Zane and Corinna were hyping you up with the best intentions, but you felt yourself start to panic. With the wine bottle in your hand, you tried to laugh away the feeling.

As you looked at everyone, shaking your head, your eyes met David. He was looking right at you. His teeth were biting his bottom lip so hard, you thought he was going to make it bleed soon. His eyes scanned you up and down and you could feel your whole body become hot all over. One of the boys loud noises broke your eye contact. Both of you looked over to see Zane drowning in the hot tub, making you burst out laughing. David's camera was trained on him immediately. Music bumped through the house as you began to sip your wine again. Finally, you climbed into the pool next to Corinna. Todd was sat next to Natalie, making her roll her eyes constantly.

"So we can't talk about David eye fucking you?" Corinna asked as your body began to relax in the hot water.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. If you admitted to what Corinna was saying, you would end up doing something very ballsy since you were starting to really feel the wine.

"You both literally had the longest eye contact I've ever seen go on, and he definitely wasn't just looking at your eyes," Corinna said, smirking. It was no use arguing with her, so you shook your head and focused on everyone else.

Hours passed and to say you were tipsy would be an understatement. Everyone had pretty much filed out and Natalie headed out somewhere, so it was just you in the hot tub. David had just closed the door behind Zane as his uber got here. He walked back towards the living room where you were sat comfortably in the hot tub.

"David!" you exclaimed, giggling. He laughed and shook his head at you.

"I'll be right back," David replied, grabbing his camera and heading down the hallway. You quietly sat and continued to sip your wine. David came out a couple minutes later shirtless and in swim trunks. Without meaning to, your eyebrows raised at him.

"Whatcha doing?" you asked, watching him walk towards you. He held two towels in his hand.

"Getting in the hot tub," he replied, stepping in. "Not being lame anymore," he added, making you laugh loudly.

"I may never leave this tub," you replied, throwing your head back. David sat next to you and tried to take the wine out of your hand. "Hey!" you exclaimed, looking at him.

"y/n, you don't need anymore wine," he laughed, as he held it in his hand. Your bottom lip jutted out as you pouted. He looked at you as he took. a big sip.

"You can't drink! You have to drive me home, David!" you screamed, trying to grab the wine out of his hand.

"Do you want to go home?" David asked. The question caught you off guard and your face changed to confusion.

"What?" you asked, not understanding.

"Or do you want to crash here?" he asked. His eyes were staring at you and the glass of wine had disappeared. His body slowly started to come closer to you.

"I can crash on the couch if that's easier for you," you said, staring at him. With the heat from the hot tub and the way David was staring at you, your heart was beating out of your chest.

"Or you can stay in my bed," David started, moving even closer to you. By now, his hand was grazing your shoulder and his legs were almost touching yours. "I'll take the couch," he finished, looking you up and down. That made sense. The fact you almost thought he was going to invite you to sleep with him like out of the blue? Stupid. You nodded, feeling your eyes become tired. With the warmth of the water, you let your eyes close for a minute and relax into the tub further. Once your eyes were closed, you felt something brush some hair out of your face. When you opened your eyes, you saw David with his hand on your cheek. "You are so beautiful," David mumbled, looking at you with his lip tugged between his teeth. "Such a pretty girl," he continued, looking your up and down. Your mouth parted slightly as you began to breathe uneasily. He can't just say that in a friendly way right? Or are you drunk and reading in to it too much?

"David," you breathed out, blinking to see if you were losing it. "I'm drunk," you blurted out.

"Like too drunk to remember tonight?" he asked, taking his hand away from your cheek.

"Well, no, but I'm," you couldn't find the words to finish a coherent thought.

"That's good, princess," David said. This time, he didn't say it in a joking manner. There was no laugh after. This time you didn't even fight him on it either because truthfully, it sounded so nice. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" David asked, turning his body to face yours so his face was lined up with yours. Your skin felt like it was burning all over with his words. "Like, you are so pretty, when you came out earlier, just wow." The way he was looking at you made your whole body melt.

"David," you exhaled, gulping nervously. "You can't talk like this," you whispered.

"Why not?" David asked, moving closer to you.

"I'm drunk and I will act on impulse," you mumbled out, continuing to look at him.

"That doesn't sound bad to me," he responded, letting his fingers trail on your shoulder and up your neck to your cheek.

"David," you groaned, feeling the tension building between you two. Once you let his name out, David was leaned into you, his lips hovering right over yours.

"I'm not drunk, but I'm going to act on my own impulse," David whispered, making your whole body tense. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours roughly. Although the initial part of the kiss was rough, he began to slow it down. His lips moved against yours gently as his hand snaked its way down to hold your waist. Both of you moved in harmony and before your mind could process, he was pulling your body to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss. Both his hands found their way to your waist as you continued to kiss. There was no fight for dominance since David was in charge the whole time. You just followed his lead. Your fingers made their way up to entangle in his hair, gripping the ends every time your fingers ran through them.  He finally pulled away to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and to your collarbone, making your whole body melt into him.

After some time, you pulled away, with ragged breathing. "David," you whispered.

"Like I said, such a pretty girl," he whispered, biting his bottom lip.

"What the hell was that?" you asked, in a complete daze.

"I-well," David paused for a second, leading a stray hair of yours behind your ear, and letting his thumb rub your cheek gently. "Honestly, you just came out looking so gorgeous in your swimsuit, I couldn't control myself anymore."

"Anymore?" you asked, looking at him, confused.

"You think all this just started tonight?" David asked, laughing. "This has been built up for months. Every time I see you, you're so beautiful and I cant focus on anything else besides you," David finished, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

"Well, shit I guess Corinna was right," you whispered out, making David look at you confused. "Well, uh, earlier, she asked if anything was going on between us and I said no and she thought so, and I admitted of course I liked you, I mean everyone likes. Every girl likes you," you rambled out, making David laugh loudly. "Okay, so I didn't say it as romantic as you," you grumbled out.

"I think it was adorable," David smiled. "So why don't we get out and get you in bed? You've been in here for way too long," he laughed out. Dramatically, you stood up, wobbling slightly from the alcohol. David stood up as well and grabbed the towels. Both of you climbed out and began to dry yourselves off.

"Do you still have to sleep on a couch?" you asked, jutting out your lower lip to pout. This made David laugh loudly. He came over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"No," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and your body leaned on his. With your head against his chest, your eyes began to close. "Alright, let's get you to bed," he laughed out, seeing you get comfy. Sighing, you stood up and walked to his room behind him. He handed you some dry clothes of his and left the room for you to change, going to change himself. Right when you opened the door, he was waiting outside. His eyes looked you up and down and huge smile overtook his face.

"What?" you asked, puckering your lips.

"You look so adorable right now," he responded, shaking his head. You shuffled over and went into his warm embrace. "Alright, princess, let's get you in bed," he spoke up after a couple moments. You couldn't hide the smile that overtook you as you both headed into his bed. Without hesitation, he pulled your into his arms and you happily cuddled into his warm arms. The alcohol had left you more tired than you thought you'd be. Before you knew it, you started to doze off to the sound of David's breathing.

a/n: so this was REALLY LONG!!! but this gif of David had me feeling SOME TYPE OF WAYYYYY and i hope you guys enjoyed :)

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[oyesmendes]

regrets and goodbye - luke hemmings

a/n: hello i am going to break your heart!!!! mini swearing and alot of sad angsty moments ahead. love yall!

Luke downs his first glass of tequila like its water. It doesn’t burn, just slides down his throat and he feels it course through his veins. So when the phone on the table rings and her name pops up on the screen, he thinks he’s drunk. Just like all the other drunken nights with him hallucinating her smile, her body next to him. He doesn’t pick up, just staring at it until it stops ringing and he’s left with the silence in his home. He lets another glass of the liquid slide down his throat, this time burning it along with a memory that burns a hole in his heart.  

-

Amber was pacing, a habit of hers whenever she felt stuck or frustrated, and it helped her get out of her own head. This time though, she wasn’t sure it was doing its trick. The dressing room was quiet for the first time after a show, only the low hum of the air conditioning could be heard. He could see her frustration, the way the little soldiers in her mind was working to help her find the right words. He could see the rage and sadness on her like the open book she was. Her lips part then press together before she looks straight up at him, the light in her eyes no longer there.

“I was just your half time entertainment wasn’t I? Not even worthy enough to be a trophy you can put on your shelf.” Disappointment. Sadness.

“I didn’t say that, Amber-“

“You didn’t have to say it. I should’ve known from the way you treated me.”

“From the way I treated you? I put you up on a fucking pedestal, Amber! You were more than a trophy.” Was he being serious right now? A fucking pedestal? Fire burned in Amber’s chest and she finally snapped.

“Then tell me why the fuck was your tongue in Kayla’s mouth last night. Tell me why the fuck did you take her back to your hotel room?” Anger. Pure rage. Luke froze in place, his eyes widening when he realises that she knows. She didn't want to call him out, but when he pulls her aside and tells her they were over on the last night of the North American leg of the tour, her mouth runs before her brain could stop it.

“Yeah, I knew. Saw her crawling out your room this morning, don’t tell me she was there to help you pick out an outfit for the radio show at 4AM. I’m not a fool.” He doesn’t say a word, just hangs his head low and sighs. Amber scoffs.

“You should’ve just told me, Luke. The truth is always better than a lie.”

-

He wanted to say he was sorry, tell her he didn’t mean it. That he was so stupid for choosing this route to break up with her. He never did anything with Kayla that night, she just listened to him talk her ear off about Amber and then told her to leave. Luke loved every part about Amber. The way she’d smile at him when she spots him staring at her during soundcheck, how she concealed her squeals when he tickles her side while passing her in the hallways. The way she would heed to all his requests about keeping it low-key, so much so that only the boys knew about her. she was his everything, and he would never compare her to a trophy. To him, she was a fucking goddess - the most magical woman he has ever seen. She was a goddamn dream that he never wanted to wake up from.

But he had to. Throughout the whole 6 months of sneaking around, Luke couldn’t give her what she gave him. After his previous relationship, everything in him was drained. He couldn’t give back and he found himself just taking whatever she gave him. He didn’t give himself time to heal from the past, just dove all in, battered and wounded by his ex. Amber didn’t mind though, she loved Luke for who he was. Yes, she was hurt that they couldn’t even stay in the same hotel room for a night, tired of hiding their relationship in front of the tour crew. But to her, Luke was worth it, even in his darkest hour, he was enough for her. Until he wasn’t.

The moment he decided to let her down in the most hurtful way possible, Luke lost it all. He managed to put out that seemingly permanent flame that burned in her chest, and darkness collapsed all around them.

His phone rings again, and he doesn’t answer, doesn’t bother to look. The caller leaves a voicemail this time, which Luke decides to listen to after another glass of tequila and his breath hitches at the sound of a sweet voice.

“Hey Lu,”

Amber.

She laughs dryly, and he can hear the sound of her fingers tapping against a surface.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this, I think I just wanted to hear your voice. But I guess you don’t.”

I do. I fucking do. He whispers under his breath.

He hears shuffling again and he imagines her on the couch, trying to find a good spot. Luke thinks she’s going to hang up but she doesn’t. He hears Amber take in a deep breath and it felt as if someone was pushing Luke’s head under water.

“You know, I found myself when I was with you. I thought someone could finally see me, understand who I was and loved every inch of me - the good, the bad and everything in between. I was all in… but I guess you weren’t. I feel so fucking dumb, Luke. You, you made me feel like I was on top of the world when I was actually falling down the tallest building in the world. And now I’ve hit the ground. Hard.”

There was a long pause, only her breathing could be heard.

“I-I love you, Luke. I never found the courage to say it first because I was never sure if you felt the same. Guess it doesn’t matter now. Anyway, I’ve handed in my resignation letter to Paul, I won’t be joining you guys on the next leg of the tour. I’ve recommended a replacement, Alex, he’s a friend from college, a real talent. I think you guys will like him a lot. Goodbye, Lu.”

"No" He gasps, hand clutching the edge of the table. No no no no no.

The line cuts dead and the silence in the room couldn’t be more deafening. He wants to say he loves her, he wants to tell her he needs her. But now she’s leaving, trying to pull herself out of his life for good. Luke scrambles to call her, fingers pressing too hard on the screen. He’s crying now, the phone ringing for way too long before it reaches her voicemail.

“Hey it’s Amber, sorry I can’t get to you right now, but leave a message and I’ll try to call you later! Or maybe I won’t, who knows?” The beep tone goes and Luke opens his mouth to say something but only a loud cry comes out. He ends the call and his hand drops to his lap. It was a few seconds before he feels his phone vibrate in his hand,

Amber: Don’t hurt the next girl, don’t hurt her like you did to us. I love you, Lu. Take care.

-

She takes a good look at the message one last time, her thumb hovering above the send button before firmly pressing down on it.

“You’re really going to do this huh?” Calum asks as he pulls her in for a hug.  

“Took me a while, but I have to.” Amber zips up the last of her suitcases, Calum, Ashton and Michael helping her carry her stuff to the front door.

“You don’t have to, just stay with us on tour. We’re so busy you barely even see us anyway.” Michael argues.

“It’s the risk of seeing him, Mikey. I can’t be tip toeing around you guys when my job involves dressing of you guys and occasionally doing the glitter on your face.” They don’t argue, just helping to load the things in the car quietly.

“We’ll miss you, kiddo. He’ll miss you.” Calum hugs her again after she squeezes Michael tightly.

“You guys take care of him for me okay? And take care of yourselves, I love you guys.” Amber blows a kiss to them before getting into Ashton’s car. He offered to drive her to the airport, since they’ve grown so much closer over their love for yoga and anything to do with the arts. The car ride was initially silent, until Amber plugs in her aux and plays the playlist she created for him. All the songs that described her love for him in one large playlist. ‘Black and White’ by Niall Horan plays in the background, and Amber thinks of the day they were both alone in the tour bus, a rare moment for them two, so it was easily her favourite. She remembers dancing and jumping about in the small space with Luke. She lets herself get lost in those moments, until Ashton’s voice brings her back to reality.

“Hey, I know you gotta go, but all the way to New York? You look like you’re avoiding the plague, Amber.” They both let out a laugh, Amber rolling her eyes playfully at Ashton.

“You know its not intentional, my next job just so happens to need me there. And I’m not staying forever, just a couple of months. You know how I am with winter.”

“Absolute trash.”

They arrive in the carpark of LAX and Ashton helps to unload her luggage. He doesn’t send her off to the gate, lest any of their fans see her with him. He hugs her tightly, rubbing large circles on her back. Amber wills the tears not to fall when it suddenly becomes real for her, she’s leaving. After working all these years with bands and artists in LA, she’s leaving that all behind because of one man. Ashton pulls away, kissing her forehead softly before letting her go.

“Take care of him for me, okay? And take care of yourself too, I know how you are when you go into dad mode.”

“I will, and I’ll make sure I take care of him till we see you again. Then, you can take care of him yourself.”

Amber grins, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. She doesn’t know if she will ever see him again, not after all this. The boys she will definitely keep in touch with, they were some of her closest friends. But Luke? She kisses Ashton on his cheek when he squeezes her arm. This was it, she’s saying goodbye and off to a new city to start her new life.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings imagine #michael clifford #calum hood #ashton irwin

[regular-nessian-trash]

It’s Vegas, Baby - Chapter II

Summary: Nesta goes out to the store and so does Cassian. Classic Nesta, she thinks he’s stalking her. Trust me it’s more interesting than it sounds lol(I hope)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I'm back on my grind yall *sunglasses emoji*

Nicknames:

Feyby- Feyre(its supposed to be like feyre and baby put together cause shes the baby of the family)

Nestella- Nesta(its supposed to be nesta and nutella. u will learn more later;)

Tiny Ancient One- Amren(kinda self explanatory)

Mor Boobiez Plz- Mor(idk i just thought it was funny lol)

"I'm home!" Nesta calls out to Feyre. She can smell pizza and instantly strides towards the kitchen, where she finds Feyre with a large cheese pizza still in the box, half-eaten.

"Finally! I was beginning to wonder if you and Cassian finally acknowledged the sexual tension between yourselves and fucked."

"Feyre! That is not appropriate to say at all! Cassian and I are barely colleagues, we will never be anything so stop with your meddling!" Nesta replied, trying to will down a bright red blush. Feyre and her boyfriend, Rhys, had this insane idea that she and Cassian were made for each other, it didn't help that Cassian was constantly flirting with her either.

"We're back!" Mor and Amren had just gotten home from some party, with Mor holding Duchess, their shared Chinese Crested Dog. When the four of them bought a penthouse together Feyre and Mor wanted a dog, and Nesta and Amren didn't. After begging and pleading with her sister and friend to please give him away after they adopted him they finally decided to just lock her, Amren, and Duchess in a room together. They all became friends, and they found out that Duchess was, in fact, a boy. They had been calling him Duchess for too long, though, so when they called him Duke he wouldn't reply so the name just stuck. When the rest of their inner circle found out-"the rest" being Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys- they didn't stop teasing them for days. In their defense, he had a very small you-know-what and he was a very ladylike boy.

"Bring my baby boy to me! Oh I wove you so much you wittle cutie pie!" Feyre was letting Duchess lick her face, making Nesta gag. Sure she loved the dog, but seriously, he licks his butt.

"Ugh, Mor, your cousin is working me to the bone! And he won't stop trying to push me and Cassian together! He thinks he can push us together just cause we “have hella sexual tension”! Also, I was thinking about this last night, Rhys is dating Feyre and if I'm Feyres sister and he's Cassians brother, that's literally incest!"

"You know they aren't actually brothers, right? They're just best friends." Mor replied, trying not to laugh at Nesta's flustered expression. She put down Duchess and reached for a slice of pizza. Everyone knew that it was just a matter of time before Nesta and Cassian got together. Nesta and Mor were the only single people in the house, not including Duchess. And Mor was just recently dumped so she was in a big love life meddling mood. Amren was dating some guy named Varian, and Feyre... Well, let's just say that it's a miracle that she's here right now and not out getting nailed by Rhys.

"I know that, but still. They refer to themselves as brothers."  

"So you're saying that if they didn't call themselves brothers you would have sex with Cassian! I knew it!"

"No, Feyre, I am not saying that! Besides, he flirts with everyone so even if I was into him- which I am not - we probably wouldn't become a thing."

"Keyword being probably." Mor says with a smirk.

"Enough of all this bickering, I'm hungry and bored so someone turn on the T.V. while I make some popcorn." Amren quickly breaks them up before Nesta tears off someone's head.

~~~~~

Cassian pulled up at the townhouse he shared with his brothers. All the lights were turned off which meant that Az was sleeping, or not home. The former was more likely because Az usually got pizza on his rest nights and there were three cold slices of meat lovers pizza left. Cassian was so hungry, he ended up eating them cold. He fought back a moan at how delicious the pizza was. He would never understand how Nesta was able to be a vegetarian. Shit. He had been such a dick to Nesta earlier. She was genuinely concerned about him and he had just pushed her away.

Cassian pulled out his phone and checked instagram. Mor had posted a photo of her and Amren with their dog, Duchess, at a party. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the fact that a misgendered dog had a better social life than he did.

~~~~~

“Ugh, Feyre, Tomas and his little gang showed up at work last night.” Nesta and Feyre were chilling in the kitchen, the latter making a breakfast spread that would put Disney Channel moms to shame. Amren and Mor were nursing killer hangovers, so Feyre made sure to bang around a ton in the kitchen.

“Again? A-fucking-gain? Nuthin new, nuthin changed? Same old shit. Same old fuckin shit.” Feyre replied, forgetting that Nesta had no idea what that reference meant.

“I told them to leave and that I almost had the money to pay them back, but Tomas just slapped my ass and said ‘sEe YoU oN yOuR nExT sHiFt’ then he got up and left.”

“You do realize that we could end all of this by just telling Rhys? I know you have this whole thing about your pride and shit, but we could tell Rhys and he could pay off all your debts to him.”

“Feyre, I appreciate it, but I need to fight my own battles. I got myself into this mess, so I sure as hell can get myself out of it. Plus, I don’t like the idea of feeling like I owe my current employer money.”

“Nesta, sweetie, I love you… BUT YOU NEED TO PUT YOUR DAMN PRIDE TO THE SIDE FOR LIKE, TWO SECONDS AND ACCEPT HELP!”

“FEYRE-”

“Okay, can we yell about Nesta's issues at some time other than 6am? Also, is that bacon I smell?” Mor walked in holding her head and wearing one of Nesta's sweatshirts with some leggings.

“Yes, fattie. And it’s like, 10:30.” Feyre slapped Mor's hand away from a stack of pancakes cooling on the countertop.

“And I do not have any issues, Mor. I’m not the one that went partying with a dog last night.”

“Nesta, that is exactly the reason why you have issues. If you went partying with Duchess, maybe you would loosen up a bit. God knows you need it.”

“Brat.” Nesta threw a piece of toast at Mor's head.

“Thanks! Hey, Feyre, pass the butter.” Feyre slid the butter across the counter and cursed loudly when it just slid on the floor at Mor's feet. Facedown.

“Really, Feyre?” Nesta said in an exasperated tone.

“I’m sorry! I thought she would catch it!”

“That was our last stick of butter, you absolute dingbat!” Nesta sighed and picked up the keys to her car.

“Where are you going?” Mor asked, ever the worried friend thinking she had caused a family feud.

“To the store. We need more milk and eggs anyways. Tell me if you guys are gonna go out while I’m gone.” Nesta walked out the door of their spacious apartment and made her way over to the elevator, pressing the ground level button. She stormed over to her car, got in, and slammed the door shut. On her way to the store, she noticed that one of the local book stores was having a sale. She tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her that she had piles of unread books in her room, and all over the other communal areas of the apartment. She would just pop in after picking up the groceries. No big deal. She could restrain herself. Maybe.

~~~~    

Cassian woke up and made his way down the stairs towards the kitchen at 10am.

Hey sorry don’t be mad but here’s the shopping list. I had to go out.

~Azriel

“Unbelievable.” Cassian sighed and picked up the piece of paper attached to Azriel's little note and crumpled it up. Then he uncrumpled it because he remembered he needed to see what it said. Cassian walked up to his room and threw on a sweatshirt, some slip-on vans, and grabbed his keys. He couldn’t remember why they decided to share groceries. He wanted to in the beginning, but now that he woke up without any food in the house because his brothers had eaten all of it he was thinking or re-evaluating that decision. Cassian slid into his car and made his way to the store.

~~~~

When Nesta pulled up at the store she checked her phone and saw that Feyre had sent her a text while she was driving.

Feyby*: heyyyyyyyyy nes can you pleeeeeeeeeease get me some chocolate while you’re out :)?

Nestella*: k. anything else? im walking in now by the way

Feyby: nope! thank you love you! :)

Nestella: love you too

Nesta made her way towards the dairy aisle and picked up some 2% milk, a pack of four sticks of butter, and eggs. She quickly walked over to the candy aisle and began studying all her options, she took candy selecting very seriously.

“Nes?”

~~~~

Cassian walked into the store and quickly picked up all the stuff on the list. Once he got to the last few items written he realized he wanted ice-cream for a movie night with the boys. He walked over to the dairy aisle and picked up a tub of cookies n’ cream right when Nesta Archeron stormed past him towards the candy aisle. He followed her because, well, he wanted to talk to her. But he needed to act like he wasn't stalking her cause she might yell at him.

“Nes?”

“Mother Above, Cassian! You scared the shit out of me don’t you dare do that ever again!”

Oh well.

“How did you not hear me coming? Are you really that focused on chocolate?”

“I’m selecting some chocolate for Feyre, and she is very picky so I was focused on reading what the ingredients were in each bar.” She seemed to have recovered from the scare because she just grabbed a random chocolate bar and stormed past him.

“Obviously you don’t care that much if you’re willing to just grab a random bar and walk away!” Cassian yelled at Nesta. Some other shoppers began to stare at him so he quickly said “Don’t worry, we work together. I know her, I’m not some random creep haha.” That just got him more strange looks though so he just made his way towards self-checkout and paid for the items and skirted outta there.

~~~~

Nesta was so embarrassed while walking away from Cassian. People were staring at her! Ugh, Cassian needs to learn to not yell in public places. She walked over to her car after checking out and loaded her groceries into the boot. She needed a black iced coffee stat. Nesta began the quick drive to one of the local coffee shops and once she arrived she quickly sent the girls a text letting them know where she was.

Nestella: hey bitches im getting coffee you hoes want anything

Feyby: i want a mocha frappe pleeease              

Tiny Ancient One*: just get me a black americano girl

Mor Boobiez Plz*: i wanna iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel

Nestella: okay for everyone except Mor cause wtf that's not even an item on the menu

Mor Boobiez Plz: it is i swear! just ask them for it they did it when i asked!

Nestella: fine

“What can I get for you?” The guy working the register asked in a very monotone voice.

“One black iced coffee, one black americano, one mocha frappe, and one iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel sauce.”

“We don’t do that last one-” Nesta gave him a withering glare and he immediately changed his mind on what he was about to say.

“Those will be ready soon ma’am. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Nesta. Thank you.” Nesta walked over to the opposite side of the counter to wait while their coffee was being prepared.

“That was quite impressive the way you scared him into doing what you wanted him to, Sweetheart.”

“Cassian! Are you stalking me? Go away.”

“I’m not stalking you, I’m just here to get some coffee.” He smirked at her and picked up a latte that was set down beside him. He took a sip and looked Nesta up and down before smirking and saying “Hot.” he winked at her and left before she could yell at him. If he was being honest the coffee was actually the perfect temperature, but he just loved getting under Nesta Archerons skin.    

#nessian #acotar #Feysand #puppy #coffee #groceries #penthouse #townhouse #azriel #nesta archeron #archeron sisters #sister love #mor #amren #varian #feyre archeron #rhysand #cassian #duchess #just best friend things #random tag #ok im done now

[benhardyisdaddy]

forgive and forget

MASTERLIST

(omg this is so long im sorry lol but i hope yall enjoy the angst upon angst!!!! hope that everyone that requested this likes it!!)

Description: famous!y/n cheats on Rog and her life spirals from there 

Word Count: 6k+

RogerxReader 

WARNING: implied smut, cheating, drug use, addiction, angst upon angst 

Being introduced to Roger Taylor had changed your life for the better - or so you thought at first. You were just becoming a name in the music industry when you met him at an award ceremony. It was your first big public appearance, seeing as not everyone quite knew your name yet. You had made sure to get all dolled up and to look your best as you flaunted around that red carpet. Cameras were flashing as you and your best friend, Jess, the guitar player for your band, gave your best smiles and giggled the whole time. 

It was a dream come true to you as journalists kept walking up and asking for interviews. You had been in the middle of one when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder. Jess turned her head before you and her eyes went wide. You watched her expression as you turned around nervously. You were not expecting the Roger Taylor to be smiling at you with a drink in his hand and a cigarette in the other. His eyes were warm as he looked between you and Jess, almost admiringly. 

“Sorry for interrupting,” he mumbled as he looks to the man who was interviewing you. 

The guy looked almost as shocked and starstruck as the two of you. He shook his head fast and nervously laughed as he held his hands up in defense. 

“Oh, not at all, Mr. Taylor.” he stumbles his words as he backs away, still in shock.

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to not laugh at the flustered man, but that’s exactly how you were feeling as well - flustered. The most well known man in the biggest band ever was standing in front of you with the most genuine smile you had ever seen. You were beside yourself, as was Jess. 

“I just wanted to say congratulations on your success. If I’m being honest,” he drops his voice and leans in closer to you. “I think you should be getting more recognition than you are. Your talents are way above all of the mediocre lip singers here.” 

You weren’t sure what to say, but you knew you needed to say something. Anything. Stop staring at him like that. Close your mouth. Are you seriously about to drool? You’re staring into his eyes for too long. Those big, beautiful blue eyes… You shake your head and laugh slightly as you get your thoughts together. 

“Wow,” you say fast, causing Jess to nod her head. “That means so much coming from you, Mr. Taylor. Jess and I are the biggest fans of Queen. We actually drew a lot of inspiration from you all. I love you,” you pause when you realize what you had just said as your eyes go wide. “Your drumming. I love your drumming. You’re amazing. All of you are. I’m talking too much, aren’t I?” 

You nervously laugh as Jess continues to swoon over him. Roger laughs as his tongue slides between his teeth. You fight the urge to instantly groan at the sight of it.

“Well, thank you so much. It’s always nice to know that amazing talent enjoys your work.” he smiles with a wink. “Are you ladies staying for the after party? I’d be more than happy to introduce you to some people here. That is, if you want.” 

“Yes!” says Jess a little too loud. 

You look to her with eyes that read ‘be cool’. Roger just smiles as you look back to him and giddily nod. 

“That would be more than amazing. Thank you so much, Mr. Taylor.” 

Roger takes a sip of his drink as he takes a step back, his eyes still on you. 

“I’ll keep an eye out for you when the show’s over. Everyone will love you. And please, call me Roger.” he calls out as he gets lost in the busy crowd.

You and Jess slowly look to each other with the biggest grin on your faces. You both squeal as you take her hands and have a small moment to freak out. Did that really just happen? Did that really just happen? You were so excited for the award show, but now you’re even more excited for what’s to come after it. You want it to go by fast and thankfully, it did. 

***

A tall glass of champagne was perched in your hand as you and Jess were stood near the back of the room. Familiar faces were all around you and you were sure that you might literally pass out. You sip your drink as your eyes scan the crowd, in search of Roger. 

“Alright,” starts Jess, trying to calm herself down. “This is big for us. I’m not sure exactly what’s happening, but I feel like I’m dreaming. Am I dreaming? Pinch me.” 

She holds out her arm for you and without second guessing, you quickly pinch her. She hisses for a moment and rubs the sore spot before a big smile forms on her face. 

“Okay, not dreaming! Oh my god,” she whispers over and over again. 

“Jess,” you say as you grab another glass of champagne from a waiter passing by. “You need to drink this. I’ve had like four now and I feel calm.”

The moment the words slip from your mouth, you see him. Roger’s walking through the crowd as women from all angles try to get his attention. He’s smiling sweetly to them as he attempts to walk through the crowd and towards you. He looks up just halfway through and instantly spots you. He smiles and holds up a finger, telling you to wait one moment. You look to Jess and your face falls. 

“I need more drinks. I’m not calm. I’m not calm.” 

“Ladies,” you hear someone say. 

You turn around and there he is, once again in front of you with a smile to die for. 

“Enjoying yourselves?” 

You both nod as you hold the glass tightly in your hand. 

“So much.” you say fast. 

“I have someone I’d like for you to meet. He works for one of the largest recording studio in the states. Shall we?” he asks, holding his arm out for you. 

Your heart lurches forward as you smile and wrap your arm around his. He leads the way as you both follow. For the rest of the night, Roger is by your side as he introduces you to the most well known people in the music industry. Jess was right, you think you’re dreaming. Roger couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You all laughed and drank and drank some more. When the after party had finished, you had a signed contract with the biggest music producer in the nation. It was as if you were seeing stars and you had Roger to thank for it all. 

Roger insisted that you two girls should be driven in style back to your hotel. He ordered a large limo and you couldn’t believe it. Paparazzi were everywhere as their cameras flashed like crazy. They were calling out Roger’s name as he opened the door for you two and you quickly slid in. You couldn’t help but smile the whole ride. When you arrived at your hotel, you found enough courage to speak up to him as Jess exited the limo. 

“Would you like to come up?” you ask fast. “I have some more drinks if you’d like. Maybe possibly order room service? I’m starved.” 

Roger stares at you with soft eyes as he smiles and nods. 

“I’d love that.” 

The two of you exit the limo and make your way upstairs, but not before Roger had signed a few autographs and took a few pictures. You said goodnight to Jess as she goes to her separate room. Once inside yours, you discard your coat and slip off your heels. You walk to the mini bar and pull out a tiny bottle of vodka and frown. 

“This is all I have.” you sadly say, causing Roger to laugh. 

He walks up to you and pauses when he’s just inches away. Your whole body freezes as you stare up at him, his eyes scanning every inch of your body. Breathing became difficult when his hand reached up and gently moved some hair behind your ear. 

“There’s something different about you than all of those other girls tonight. Something… Genuine.” 

You smile as you feel your cheeks flush red hot. 

“I like genuine.” you whisper to him. 

He stares at you for a second longer before whispering as well. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your smile slightly falls as you stare into his eyes. Your stomach was in tangles as he glances down at your glossed lips and licks his own. You slowly nod which causes him to smile more. He leans in and pauses just for a moment, his lips barely touching yours. You’re breathing fast as he leans in and kisses you. It starts out as a slow, soft kiss. His lips just lingering on yours, but before you know it, the kiss is sped up and hot. 

His tongue is exploring your mouth as his hands do the same with your body. Your movement is rushed as your dress slips off and so does his shirt. One moment you're standing up with your your hands in his hair and the next moment you’re laying on the bed with his head between your legs. Pure ecstasy is the only thing you can think. The whole night consisted of you both in bed and making the most animalistic noises. This was the beginning of the end.

***

Two Months Later

***

You never could have envisioned your stardom shooting off this fast. You were now on the cover of every magazine and everyone officially knew your name. You had to hire bodyguards to escort you wherever you and Jess went. You couldn’t go to the grocery store without paparazzi and fans screaming at you and demanding autographs. It was everything you could have wanted and you had Roger to thank for that. The record deal he got for you was what did it. In the short amount of time you’ve been with the company, you already recorded and released a new album that’s number one on the charts. It was amazing to you. To make it even better, you and Roger had been spending almost every day together since that night at the party. You couldn’t be happier. 

“You’re so beautiful.” mumbles Roger as the two of you lay in bed. 

You have the sheets wrapped around your naked bodies as you face him, out of breath from your previous activities. 

“Shush.” you tease him, your cheeks turning red. 

“No, I’m serious. Even when you’re all fucked out,” he winks as he pulls you closer to him, making you giggle. “You’re still absolutely breathtaking. It should be illegal.” 

You lean in and kiss him gently, your hand grazing over his neck. 

“You sure know how to flatter a girl.” you whisper.

“I sure know how to do a lot of things to a girl.” he purrs as he quickly hovers over you and makes you squeal.

***

One Month Later

***

You found yourself at a party for the first time without Roger or Jess. You had been invited by a mutual friend and were nervous. You were practically alone as you walk through the huge and crowded house, looking for another drink. People keep staring at you with giddy expressions as you pass by them. Now it was them being starstruck over you. You were tipsy beyond belief when you find another drink and sit down on a couch with people all around. You aren’t sure what they’re doing, but you try to join in on the conversation. Someone sits next to you and it’s a good looking guy with a smile on his face. 

“Hi.” he says loudly over the music. 

“Hi.” you say back. 

“I’m Sam.” he says holding his hand out for you to shake. 

“I’m-” 

“Oh, I know who you are, y/n y/l/n. I think everyone here does. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You smile and look down at your drink. 

“You as well.” 

“You want some?” he asks, looking down at the coffee table. 

You were too drunk to understand what he was talking about. 

“Want what?” 

“This.” he says as he drops to his knees in front of the table. 

You look down and realize what he’s saying. A bunch of white powder is on the table and in perfect long lines. You raise a brow and watch as he presses the side of his nose closed and sniffs the powder up in a second. You know exactly what it is. 

“Uh, I’m okay, but thanks. Never done that before.” 

“Everyone in Hollywood does it ya know.” he tells you, his pupils getting larger and larger. “It’s good for a stress reliever and trust me, you look stressed. You should at least try it once. Make an opinion off of that.” 

You’ve never been one to give in to peer pressure. You look around cautiously as you watch everyone in the room leaned down and do exactly what he had just did. They all looked fine, right? You shrug and awkwardly smile as you drop to your knees beside him and stare down at it. 

“Here,” he says giving you a thin, tiny line. “You only need this much for your first time.”

 You swallow hard as you mimic his actions and hold down your nose, lean forward and sniff hard. You squeeze your eyes closed as it burns for a moment, making you cough. The guy laughs and cheers as you lean back and instantly feel the effect of the drug. You felt weightless and different. You can’t help but laugh as he sits with you. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You lean your head against the couch and smile. 

“I’m okay.” 

You look back over to him and suddenly he’s leaning forward in an attempt to kiss you. You reach your hand out and stop him fast. 

“Sam,” you say, hoping that was his name. “I’m with somebody.” 

Sam just sadly smiles and leans away. 

“All the pretty ones are.” 

***

One Month Later

***

Four months into your stardom and it’s not dying down yet. You’re the hot topic on every show and magazine still. People can’t get enough of you, especially Roger. Every night you find yourself in his bed and feeling like you’re on cloud nine. That is, until Jess brought something up. 

“So, you and Roger,” she starts as she hands you a cup of coffee. “What are you two exactly? You’re always spending time together.” 

You take a sip and smile at her question. 

“I’m not sure actually. We haven’t really discussed anything yet. He likes me and I like him.” 

Jess nods her head as she looks away, her face hard to read. Something was wrong and you can feel it. 

“What is it?” you ask fast. 

She looks back to you and her eyes are almost sad. 

“There’s pictures.” 

Your body freezes as your heart drops. You sit your cup down fast in fear that you might drop it. 

“Pictures?” you ask, your voice whispered. 

Jess pulls out a magazine and searches for a specific page. She hands it to you slowly. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but what kind of best friend wouldn’t? I had to.” 

You scan over photos of Roger and a beautiful blonde. They were seen leaving a fancy restaurant together, his hand on her back. They’re both laughing as they’re seen getting into a limo together. A limo. Just like that night you met him. You tense your jaw as you throw the magazine on the table and stand up fast. Rage filled you as you rush towards your keys and purse. 

“Where are you going?” Jess asks worried. 

“Here I am thinking we might actually be something, but clearly we’re not. I’m just a good shag when he needs it.” 

You rush through Jess’s house and slam the door behind you. You were angry. Beyond angry. Why would he go out with a girl? Is it normal you’re this jealous? He led you on and that makes your blood boil. 

“Alright, Roger Taylor,” you say to yourself as you get in your car. “Two can play at this game.” 

You know exactly where and who to go to. You had to make a few calls to some friends, but you found it. You drive for what seems like forever, but you’re finally there. You rush up the steps and knock on the door. You hear footsteps and it opens. 

“Y/n?” 

“Hi, Sam.” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Do you have any more?” you ask. 

He instantly knows what you’re referring to. A smirk fills his face as he opens his door up all the way. You smile and walk inside with Roger on your mind, but soon, he won’t be.

***

One Day Later

***

You wake up and you’re in bed with the worst migraine you’ve ever had. Your mouth was completely dry as you move around and wince. Last night was insane. You know for a fact you ended up in bed with Sam and called a cab to take you home. You’d feel more guilty if it hadn’t of been for Roger with that blonde. You’re still laying in bed when suddenly there’s a loud banging at your front door. You sit up fast, half scared by the sudden noise. The banging continues as you get up and throw a robe on. You rush downstairs and towards it. 

“I know you’re in there, y/n! Answer the door!” 

It’s Roger. You freeze and your heart’s pounding. You remember how angry you were at him. You throw open the door and stare at a wild eyed Roger, his face red. He’s practically growling as he storms past you and inside. He turns around fast to face you, a magazine in his hand. 

“What the bloody hell is this?” he asks, holding up the cover. 

It was a compilation of pictures of you and Sam from the night before. One shows Sam with his tongue down your throat, another shows the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms at a club, and another shows you straddling him inside of his car. You held your head high as you cross your arms. 

“Oh, does seeing me with someone else make you mad?” you ask sarcastically. 

Roger’s face falls. He takes a step back, shocked by your attitude towards this. 

“Of- Of course it does. Why would you think it wouldn’t?” 

“Oh, I’m not sure, Roger. Maybe because I saw the pictures of you and that blonde the other day.” 

He shakes his head and closes his eyes confused. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Fancy dinner. Limo. A blonde. Ringing a bell? Jess showed me the magazine that they were all plastered over!” 

Roger places his hands over his face and sighs. 

“Do you remember me telling you that my sister was coming to town?” he asks. 

Your smirk falls. 

“Yes… Next week you said.” 

“No!” says Rog, taking a step towards you. “No! This week! She was here this week, y/n! You and Jess were at meetings all day, so I took her out to dinner! My sister!” 

Your heart was completely shattered. 

“Oh my god…” you whisper. 

“Yeah, oh my god.”

“Roger, I-” 

“You really thought I’d cheat on you?” he asks sadly. 

“Is it cheating though? I don’t even know what we are!” you shout. 

“Am I that bad at showing my love for you?” he asks, his voice a whisper. 

“Love?” you ask, your voice tiny. 

“Yes, love. I love you. In my head, we were already together. I didn’t think I needed to make a signed contract that told you that. I assumed you would’ve known and then you go and do this…” 

He turns his head and sighs, his eyes glossy. Tears spill down your face and you don’t even know what to say. 

“Did you sleep with him?” he asks, looking back to you. 

“What?” you ask, not wanting to answer. 

“Did you sleep with him?” 

His voice is barely audible as you stare at him with sorry eyes. You saying nothing at all was you saying everything at once. He knew right away. He almost gasps as he turns around from you. 

“Roger, I’m so sorry! I was so stupid! I jumped to a conclusion so fast and I’m so sorry, but don’t act like you’ve never done this before.” 

He turns around fast with a hurt expression. 

“I’ve never done this to someone I loved. There’s a big difference. Yeah, I’ve made mistakes that I’m not proud of, but you… You’ve actually destroyed my heart.” he says softly, destroying yours as well. 

“I’m sorry.” you cry out. 

He just stands there looking like a lost little boy. He nods his head and wipes his eyes. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

He walks around you and to your front door. 

“Roger, please don’t go! Please! I can fix this. I didn’t realize everything! Please!” 

“Remember when I told you that I thought you were different than any other girl?” he asks as a tear runs down his cheek. “You should quit music and become an actress. You’re good at it.” 

And with that, he shuts the door behind him. You’re left there with your broken heart and tears. You fall to your knees as your legs give out. You sob loudly and harshly for what seems like hours. You were curled into a ball and calling out Roger’s name, hoping he would hear you and run back to you, but he didn’t. He was gone and it was all your fault. Stupid, stupid girl! 

You were still on the floor when there’s another rushed knock at your door. It was now dark and you haven’t moved since this morning. You hear Jess call out as she knocks once more and then uses a key to get in. She spots you and is instantly by your side. She props your head up as you begin sobbing once more. 

“It’s alright.” she whispers. 

“He’s gone!” you cry. “It’s all my fault! He said he loved me! He loved me!” 

Jess runs her hand through your hair soothingly as she tries to comfort you. 

“Let’s get you in bed, okay?” 

She helps you stand up and leads you upstairs. You fall into bed as she pulls the covers over you. She slides in next to you and just holds you as you sob and finally drift to sleep. She knows this is going to be hard for you, but she didn’t realize how you’d cope with it. 

***

5 Months Later 

***

Five whole months since Roger left and you haven’t seen him since. Well, you’ve seen him on TV and in magazines, but not in real life. He was out of your life and it was actually killing you. The pain you feel in your heart hurts so bad, you thought it would stop. It ached and ached and you needed something to numb that ache. That’s when you decided to put a pause on your music and focus on trying to rid Roger from your thoughts. Jess tried to help you, but you were a lost cause. She couldn’t watch her best friend destroy herself. You stopped caring. About yourself, your friends, your career, everyone. You only cared about one thing and one thing only. 

It was a typical night that you were used to now. You were at a nightclub and surrounded by people you barely know. You consider them friends, all because they supplied you with one thing. You were high the moment you stepped into the building and you loved it because, for just a while, you didn’t think of Roger. 

Your crazy and reckless ways were getting noticed by the public. Articles about your health had spread like wildfire. Calls from your worried friends and family were ignored as you send them to voicemail. You didn’t care what anyone thought of you, not even yourself. You didn’t care that paparazzi followed you like never before. You didn’t care that they’d sneak into the clubs you went to and photograph you doing god-knows-what. 

You’ve seen yourself in magazines with white powder all over your nose and a man’s tongue down your throat. You just didn’t care. You were spiraling out of control and were too scared to make it stop - that meant having to deal with what you did to Roger and you could never forgive yourself. You lost the one important thing in your life all because you were selfish and jealous. You were angry at yourself and this was your way to deal with it. A self destructive way. 

Y/n Y/l/n Seen With Mystery Man 

Friends and Family Worried About Y/n Y/l/n’s Drug Problem 

Y/n Y/l/n Looking Too Thin and Sick After Breakup With Queen Drummer, Roger Taylor 

Heartbreak Does Not Look Good on Y/n Y/l/n 

So many headlines for what you’re going through. You just brush them off and could care less. You already lost Roger, what else could you lose? You had been at the nightclub for about an hour now. Your pupils were huge as you slurred and stumbled around. A guy had his hand on your lower back as he whispered in your ear about going to the bathroom with him. You giggled against him and nodded your head as you bite your lip. You didn’t even know his name, but did that matter to you? No. The only name you’d be moaning out is Roger, who, without knowing, had just entered the club. 

He was unaware that you would be there. He’s seen the tabloids of you and it broke his heart. He had tried to get a hold of you multiple times to make sure you were okay, but you never answered. He went by to check on you at your house, but you had moved. You got rid of every single thing that reminded you of him. Your relationship might not have been long, but it meant more than anything. The boys had told Rog he needed a night out with them to clear his head. The breakup did a number on him as well. He didn’t focus on his music like he used to. His drumming had become sloppy and he couldn’t sleep anymore. He finally gave in to their pleading and came here. 

When he walked into the building, several beautiful girls swarmed around him, but he politely turned them down. He didn’t want anyone else. He had went to get a drink and was waiting while he glanced around. Freddie was dancing with Jim while John and Brian were in a deep conversation that made them both laugh madly. Roger chuckled at their red faces when his eyes suddenly glued onto something - you. His whole body froze when he spotted you. He had just caught you walking out of the bathroom with your lips attached to another man. You backed away and fixed your hair and tugged down your dress, a clear sign that the two of you had just had a little ‘fun’ in there. 

Roger’s fists clenched tightly as he watched the man practically drool over you. Your eyes were hooded as you attempted to walk over to a table in the far corner. Roger watched you intensely until people hid you away. He jumped from his seat and made his way towards you. He finally caught sight of you once more and his heart nearly stopped. You were sitting on a chair with people watching as your head leaned down and moved fast in one direction. You drop your hand from your nose as your head falls back, allowing the high to hit you. You had officially hit rock bottom and Roger just saw it. You were worse than what he had imagined. He walked around and stood to where he could see your face. Your eyes were closed as you smiled and wiped your nose. He knew what you were doing. Your head falls forward slightly when the man you had just been with grips your wrist hard. 

“Let’s go, I’m bored.” he yells out to you. 

You look to him and frown while shaking your head no. 

“I don’t wanna!” you yell back over the music. 

You try to remove your wrist from his hand, but he just squeezes even harder. 

“When I say we’re leaving, we leave.” he hisses to you. 

He squeezes your wrist even harder and yanks you up from the chair. You yell out in pain as you try to push him off of you. 

“You’re hurting me!” you slur. 

That was it. Watching this man put his hands on you had Roger seeing red. He didn’t even think twice before he ran up and punched the man square in his jaw. He let go of you in an instant as you stumbled back. You almost fell backwards, but Roger reached out and grabbed your arm in time. You tried to focus on him, but it took a second before you realized who it was. Your face drops and tears immediately fill your eyes, breaking his heart even more. 

“Roger?” you whisper, thinking you were dreaming. 

He just stares you up and down sadly, seeing the state you were in. 

“Why?” is all he can ask. 

You don’t have an answer for him. All you can do is allow tears to stream down your face as you bring your hand up and gently graze your fingers over his cheek. 

“C’mon, love. Let’s get you out of here.” he says softly. 

The man is still on the floor as he holds his face in pain. Roger holds you close to him as he leads you away from these people and towards the exit. Freddie, John and Brian are watching him with wide eyes as they catch a glimpse of you. It didn’t even look like you anymore. They were speechless. Roger gets you outside and takes off his coat as he places it around your shivering body. 

“I’m fine. I don’t wanna leave. I gotta go do something.” you tell him as you go to walk back inside, but he stops you. 

“Don’t. Please.” he begs you. 

Your chin trembles as you stare at the face you’ve longed to see for so long. He was really here. This was real. 

“Don’t try to help me, Roger.” you slur. “You’re just gonna leave again and… And I can’t go through that again. Just let me back inside and you can leave.” 

Roger shakes his head as he blocks the entrance. You become angry as you try to push him away, but it’s no use. You begin sobbing as you hit his chest over and over again. 

“Roger, move!” you cry out. “Move!” 

He just stands there motionless as you tire yourself out. You finally give up as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. You lean your face against his chest as you cry hard. 

“I’m so sorry!” you breathe out. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” 

Roger is quiet as he allows you to get it all out. Your eyes flutter close as you lean against him and instantly, you’re passed out. Your body goes limp as Roger hurries to catch you. He picks you up in bridal style and hurries to the car. He gently lays you in the back seat and stands there for a moment admiring you. You still looked so beautiful to him. You always will. He gets inside and scoots you back a bit, before kissing your forehead for a moment. 

“I know you’re sorry.” he whispers. 

He shuts the door and slips into the front seat. He starts the car and begins driving back to his house and away from this poisonous place you’ve started calling home. 

***

BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM

Your head throbbed when you finally woke up. Your high had worn off and the god awful hangover was in full effect. The only thing to make you not feel like this is to do more of it, but you can’t bring yourself to get out of your bed. Your bed? Your eyes had fluttered opened when slight panic hits you. Where are you? This isn’t your bed or room. This isn’t your home. You sit up fast, but regret it when your head pounds. You tense up as your eyes squeeze closed. You bring your hand to your head and wait for it to pass. You open your eyes once more and look around. Your spot your clothes that you had worn last night. They were folded and sat on a dresser across the room. You look down fast and realize you’re in an over sized t-shirt. 

You know this shirt. You’ve worn it to bed before. This was Roger’s shirt. You look up and around the room once more. This was definitely Roger’s room. How did you get into Roger’s house? How did you get into his bed and shirt? Suddenly, you remember last night. You remember being with that guy and him wanting to leave. You remember telling him no and then him being on the floor. You remember seeing Roger and thinking you were dreaming. That’s where you go blank. 

You’re in the middle of your thoughts when there’s a slight knock at the door. Your head flies up as it creaks open and Roger sticks his head in. He spots that you’re awake and he sadly smiles. You look down at your hands as he walks inside with a cup of tea in his hand. He walks to the other side of the bed and sits down. He hands the tea to you and you take it. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. It’ll only make you miss him even more when you leave. 

“I washed your clothes for you.” he says softly. “I changed you, but I promise I had a blanket covering. I mean, not that I haven’t seen you before like that.” he teases, hoping you’d smile, but you don’t. 

You stare down at the cup in your hands with your eyebrows knitted together just a bit.

“How are you feeling?” he asks worried. 

“I’ll call a cab. Sorry for last night.” you say as you quickly sit the cup on the bedside table. 

You go to stand up, but he stops you. He reaches out and gently grabs your arm. The feel of his hands on you again made you more high than you have ever been. Your skin craved his touch as you close your eyes and sigh. 

“Don’t leave. Please. I don’t want you to.” 

You tense your jaw as you look back at him. You finally look into his eyes and they were sincere. Tears stung in yours as you speak. 

“You hate me.” you barely whisper, your voice breaking. 

Roger frowns hard as he gets on his knees and scoots towards you. 

“No, no, no!” he whispers. “Don’t ever think that! I could never hate you.”

“No, I don’t blame that you do. I hate myself.” you tell him. 

Roger sighs as he grabs your hand in his. 

“From what I saw last night, I can believe that. Hey, I don’t hate you.” he says, lowering his head so he can look into your eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” you whisper out. 

Roger sadly smiles as he nods. 

“I know you are. And me too.” 

That makes you look up to him fast with a shocked and confused expression as you shake your head. 

“But you didn’t do anything. All of this is on me, Roger.” 

“I could have handled all of that a lot better. I could have not walked out and left you like that. We could’ve worked through that, but instead, I ran.” 

“I would’ve done the same.” you admit. 

“Last night wasn’t you. I don’t know who that girl was, but it wasn’t you, y/n. Where did y/n go?” he asks as he brings his hand up to cup your face. 

Your chin trembles as you lean against it, tears streaming down. 

“She left at the exact moment you did.” you whisper. 

Roger’s heart broke even more. He can see how badly what you did is tearing you up inside. The fire in your eyes had been blown out. You were this tiny and lost little girl. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” he tells you. “More than anything. I tried reaching out to you, but I didn’t know where you went. I need you.” 

You sob silently as you shake your head and look away. 

“I hurt you,” you go to say. 

“The past is the past. I need you. Here and now. In the present. Forever and always. Please. You don’t need to be in those places, you need to be here with me. I realize that now.” 

You smile and sob some more as you lean forward and wrap your arms around him. 

“You promise you don’t hate me?” you mutter against him. 

“I love you too much to hate you.” 

You pull away and smile as he wipes some tears from your face. Roger leans in and kisses you softly. You melt against him as he holds you close. He leans away and suddenly, a spark in your eye had ignited that fire once more. 

“I love you too.” you whisper.

Sometimes, forgive and forget is the best decision a person can make. Especially if it’s for someone you love. 

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malamente part 1 (branjie) - evan

AN: Hello hello hello! I’m back again, this time attempting a multi chapter fic. I am SO EXCITED to share this all with you, as I work through my favorite theme in any media: women who bond over killing their abusers. This fic has a million inspirations, and if you’re curious, find me @formercongressman ! Big heads up to check the tags. It’s gonna be a heavy one, but also full of redemption and righteous revenge and healing. Take care of yourselves! If I should be tagging differently in the future, please let me know. A huge thanks to Meggie for beta-ing, and to everyone on the Branjie fic discord for being my eternal cheerleaders <3 <3 <3 love yall!!

In which Brooke might have killed her husband and Vanessa brings tequila.

–

So, there’s a dead body in her kitchen.

Brooke pops a window and sticks her head outside. It’s October, and the crisp evening air soothes the heat she feels building on her neck. She’s perched on a stool, breathing deep, surprisingly calm with all things considered.

She watches the sunset over the tree-lined street. She waits. For what, she’s not sure.

It’s her husband. Jason. He’s crumpled on the kitchen floor. His arm is extended toward her, rigor mortis locking his hand in a pointed finger. “You fucking bitch,” was the last thing he somehow muttered through his rapidly closing throat. And that was it. Finally, that was it. She keeps expecting him to move, now, to jump up and swing at her like any old night, but he is completely still. Turned to stone.

(Perhaps she had known he was deathly allergic to figs. Perhaps she had forgotten to label her freshly baked pastries she stored in the fridge. But, she thinks, when you’ve got a seasonal fruit allergy and a penchant for gluttony, at the end of the day it’s your own damn fault. Brooke doesn’t feel guilty. She’ll sleep tonight.)

There’s no blood, which is good. She’s wearing white shoes. This is a thought she allows to cross her mind.

The sun goes down and she’s not sure how long she’s been sitting there. Finally she pulls out her phone. She’s never had an excuse to use the emergency call button before, but she sure does now.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello, there’s been an accident.” Fuck. She knows her voice sounds to metered, too steady. How should she sound right now? She breathes in, feels it catch in her throat. “I think? My husband? Is dead?” Better.

“Ma’am, have you checked his pulse? Do you know if he is breathing?”

“No, he’s, um…” She stands up and kicks at his extended hand. Rock solid. “He’s cold.”

They ask for an address, and she gives it to them. Then the phone call is over, she’s tapping her nails on the hard plastic of her phone case, and waiting, again.

Brooke knows there will be questions. She’ll say she was in the bath when he came home from work at the bank, treating herself to a long, languid Friday afternoon, and that she didn’t know anything was wrong until she found him an hour or so later. The house is huge, and she never would have heard anything from up in the bathroom. In actuality, of course, she had been waiting in the living room with a tattered copy of an Ibsen play in her hands, hoping he’d find the pastries, anticipating the wheezing, the choking, and the thud of his body against the tile.

Now she sees the ambulance lights. Then she hears the knock at her door.

A cool rush surges through her. It’s relief. That’s when she starts crying.

–

Brooke is grateful, at least, for Nina, who knows about 90% of what is going on.

Nina knows that Jason would hit her. Brooke had spent a few nights at Nina’s place, waiting for a fight to blow over, waiting for an insincere apology, and so on and so on. Nina would order Chinese food and mix her a drink and set her hand so gently on Brooke’s arm. And when Brooke would go back the next day, Nina would nod and say, “Alright, sweetie, I’m always here.” That woman had more patience in her body than the rest of the neighborhood combined.

Nina knows that Brooke wanted Jason dead. Brooke should have left, could have left, yes, but at 32 with no degree or practical work experience other than schmoozing at galas and fundraisers and two years with a ballet company in South Africa, leaving Jason wasn’t something she could justify. Plus there was so much money, he was gone a lot, and she had her own herb garden. Jason dying was the best case scenario.

Nina doesn’t know about the figs, and Brooke does not intend to tell her.

But 90% of the story is enough for Nina to be exactly what Brooke needs at the funeral. Brooke is not the distraught, whimpering widow that Jason’s family is expecting, and Nina goes above and beyond. She steers away Jason’s elderly mother, she holds Brooke while she pretends to cry, and she nods supportively while Brooke delivers a not-at-all-heartfelt eulogy that she looked up online the night before. Nina, in short, makes it easier to play along.

But there’s only so much she can do. It’s 3 p.m. and they’re all still at the graveyard. Jason’s body is finally, finally in the ground, but apparently that doesn’t mean that anyone is allowed to go home yet. Jason’s sister has them all sitting in a circle (on the ground, in this dress) and they’re going around and saying one nice memory about Jason.

When it comes around to Brooke, she can’t think of a single thing to say. Maybe, if she tried, she could dredge up a memory from before they got married, before he started drinking so much, when there were vacations and gifts and lavish dinners with exciting people. Those times were happy, right? But all she can think about right now is the way his eyes would narrow before he threw a glass, his pointed finger, the sound of his body hitting the kitchen tile. That last one was happy.

“Brooke?”

It’s Nina’s voice. Brooke feels too many eyes on her, and she knows she doesn’t have the filter to fake it right now, so she runs away.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

People make way for her, and she notes the pitying faces. It’s not something she usually likes to see, but it’s better, definitely, that they think what they think.

“Let’s give her some space. She’s going through a lot.” Nina’s voice again. She owes that woman the first-born child she’ll never have.

The chill, October air hits her again as she finds an exit off the back patio of the funeral home. The graveyard stretches out before her like an invitation, which she accepts. She takes off directionless. For a moment she worries her heels might sink into the earth as she crosses, but they don’t. She wonders how much harder it is to dig graves after the first frost.

She spots a mausoleum tucked back in the corner of the small graveyard under an old oak tree. It’s made of worn stone, and has a small bench she spots where the light filters in through the trees. She sits down, leans into the cold wall behind her, lets it hold her straight and upright.

It’s hard to hold a secret.

Brooke can lie for days. She can put on a happy face and lilt through a fundraiser as long as she can lock eyes with Nina across the room and know she’ll have someone to commiserate with after it’s over. This already feels different. She feels like she’s waiting for the ball to drop, for some feeling of remorse to settle in, for a new kind of loneliness to catch up with her just when she thought she might get to start her life again.

She wonders for a moment about what tomorrow will look like. Casseroles and strangers’ cookware piling up in her sink, that’s for sure. A deposit in her bank account, eventually. Shopping with Nina, a case of red wine, nice things. But what then?

Maybe, as a twisted joke, she could open a bakery. She’d sell fig pastries year round.

She’s sure she looks a wreck, and opens her phone camera to try and fix her smudged makeup. At least she looks sad, with one good trail of mascara running down her face from the few tears she had managed to squeeze out. She feels her pocket for tissues and realizes that she’s out, and tries to smudge the tear track away with her finger. It’s not a very successful endeavor, but all she needs to do for now is look just put together enough.

She’s too focused on that to hear the click of another pair of heels against the marble base of the mausoleum until a girl with hair in long, dark waves comes spinning around the corner and nearly topples onto Brooke.

“Oh shit, sorry. I didn’t see you there.” The girl is small, even in heels, and she’s wearing a long black gown and lace gloves that make even Brooke feel pedestrian. Her voice sounds like the crunch of a car rolling slowly down a gravel road. She rights herself, watching Brooke. “Is it wrong to swear in a graveyard? My bad.”

“I don’t fucking know,” Brooke responds instinctually, and then cracks her first authentic smile in three days.

The girl smiles too. It fills her whole face, and she practically glimmers in jarring contrast to the sullen and somber graveyard behind her. She sits down next to Brooke on the bench, carefully.

“Do you want a tissue? Or some tequila?”

“Both, actually, would be wonderful.”

The girl pulls a packet of tissues and a flask from her sleek black clutch. Brooke graciously accepts the flask, takes too big of a swig, and winces as it burns. It tastes like gasoline with notes of vanilla, but Brooke is grateful for anything at this point.

She holds out her hand for a tissue, but the stranger pushes it away. “Let me,” she says, and starts to dab the tissue gently around Brooke’s eye, precise and conscious of her makeup. She’s gentle. “Lemme guess, annoying coworker? Batshit aunt? Your yoga instructor?”

Brooke chuckles. “Husband.”

The girl pulls back, and looks at her quizzically. “No. These aren’t real tears.”

“They are.”

“I’m good at telling when people are lying. So don’t. I can tell you’ve been crying too pretty for these to be real.”

Brooke doesn’t know what to say to that. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

The girl gives her a look, and then goes back to blotting around the corner of her eye. “Was he an asshole?” she asks. Brooke has to hand it to her, this girl is bold. Brooke bites her lip, hesitates. “My boyfriend’s an asshole,” she adds. “So I know.”

There’s a lot unsaid, but she knows too. “Yeah, he was an asshole,” Brooke yields.

“I won’t say good riddance-”

“You could.”

“Good riddance.”

Brooke sits with that for a moment, and it feels good. Too good, maybe.

“I think I killed him,” Brooke says out loud for the first time. She’s hit with another cool rush. Relief.

“Oh.” The girl pauses for a nanosecond before switching to the other side of Brooke’s face. “You think?”

“It’s a grey area.”

Brooke isn’t sure what she was expecting at this admission, but it certainly wasn’t nonchalance. This beautiful, bold, and bright stranger nods as if Brooke had just said she likes the color red. And it’s everything she needs. So Brooke doesn’t pour her heart out. Rather, she hands a piece of her demons to this small and radiant person and remains grateful for the weight off her shoulders.

“There.” The girl finishes up with Brooke’s makeup, her thumb gliding lightly over Brooke’s cheek. “You’re pretty again.”

“I didn’t even ask about you,” Brooke realizes aloud. Unless this stranger is a particularly fashionable twenty-something who haunts the local graveyard during the day (or, perhaps more excitingly, a ghost who haunts it a bit more literally) she’s probably here for a funeral as well.

“Oh.” The girl casts her eyes to the ground for a moment  “I’m here for my abuelita. Good woman, full life. Got to sit with her and hold her hand on the last day. So really, I’m all good.” The smile is back, smaller, but sincere.

“But you’re drinking?”

“My sixteen year old cousin brought it. Don’t know where she got it, but she’s a smart bitch. Had to confiscate it.” She grins and takes a long swig from the flask, and hands it back to Brooke. “Plus, abuela would have wanted a party.”

“What’s your name?”

“Vanessa.”

“I’m Brooke Lynn. Brooke.”

“It’s good to meet you, Brooke.”

Brooke raises the flask in the air. “To your abuela.”

“To abuelita! And to…” Vanessa hesitates. “Not your husband. To you. Whatever the fucked up circumstances, to you.”

Brooke locks eyes with Vanessa for a moment that lasts maybe half a second, maybe a full minute, she can’t be sure. She bookmarks it as a moment when she feels safe, a moment when she actually feels okay. She watches intently as the corner of Vanessa’s mouth turns up in a smile before she kicks back the flask again. Vanessa follows suit.

“I feel like I should be thanking you,” Brooke says as she winces through the taste.

“For my cousin’s cheap tequila? No need.”

“No, more for… I don’t know, listening. You’re easier to talk to than most people.”

“I like secrets. Don’t worry.” Vanessa places her hand on Brooke’s knee, and she could swear that she feels an actual electric spark travel down her leg as Vanessa presses her thumb into her skin. Or maybe she just imagined it.

Vanessa stands, stuffs her things back into her bag, and squares her shoulders. “I’m glad I met you, Brooke. Don’t have too much fun in there, okay?”

“Okay,” Brooke says, and surprises herself with the sweetness behind her own laugh.

Vanessa turns to leave, and for a quick flash, Brooke thinks about following her, reaching for her arm, asking for her number. But all too quickly Vanessa is out of sight, out of earshot, outside Brooke’s world and back in her own.

“Thank you,” Brooke says softly, to no one but the marble floor.

AN: Hello hello hello! I’m back again, this time attempting a multi chapter fic. I am SO EXCITED to share this all with you, as I work through my favorite theme in any media: women who bond over killing their abusers. This fic has a million inspirations, and if you’re curious, find me @formercongressman! Big heads up to check the tags. It’s gonna be a heavy one, but also full of redemption and righteous revenge and healing. Take care of yourselves! If I should be tagging differently in the future, please let me know. A huge thanks to Meggie for beta-ing, and to everyone on the Branjie fic discord for being my eternal cheerleaders <3 <3 <3 love yall!!

In which Brooke might have killed her husband and Vanessa brings tequila.

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So, there’s a dead body in her kitchen.

Brooke pops a window and sticks her head outside. It’s October, and the crisp evening air soothes the heat she feels building on her neck. She’s perched on a stool, breathing deep, surprisingly calm with all things considered.

She watches the sunset over the tree-lined street. She waits. For what, she’s not sure.

It’s her husband. Jason. He’s crumpled on the kitchen floor. His arm is extended toward her, rigor mortis locking his hand in a pointed finger. “You fucking bitch,” was the last thing he somehow muttered through his rapidly closing throat. And that was it. Finally, that was it. She keeps expecting him to move, now, to jump up and swing at her like any old night, but he is completely still. Turned to stone.

(Perhaps she had known he was deathly allergic to figs. Perhaps she had forgotten to label her freshly baked pastries she stored in the fridge. But, she thinks, when you’ve got a seasonal fruit allergy and a penchant for gluttony, at the end of the day it’s your own damn fault. Brooke doesn’t feel guilty. She’ll sleep tonight.)

There’s no blood, which is good. She’s wearing white shoes. This is a thought she allows to cross her mind.

The sun goes down and she’s not sure how long she’s been sitting there. Finally she pulls out her phone. She’s never had an excuse to use the emergency call button before, but she sure does now.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello, there’s been an accident.” Fuck. She knows her voice sounds to metered, too steady. How should she sound right now? She breathes in, feels it catch in her throat. “I think? My husband? Is dead?” Better.

“Ma’am, have you checked his pulse? Do you know if he is breathing?”

“No, he’s, um…” She stands up and kicks at his extended hand. Rock solid. “He’s cold.”

They ask for an address, and she gives it to them. Then the phone call is over, she’s tapping her nails on the hard plastic of her phone case, and waiting, again.

Brooke knows there will be questions. She’ll say she was in the bath when he came home from work at the bank, treating herself to a long, languid Friday afternoon, and that she didn’t know anything was wrong until she found him an hour or so later. The house is huge, and she never would have heard anything from up in the bathroom. In actuality, of course, she had been waiting in the living room with a tattered copy of an Ibsen play in her hands, hoping he’d find the pastries, anticipating the wheezing, the choking, and the thud of his body against the tile.

Now she sees the ambulance lights. Then she hears the knock at her door.

A cool rush surges through her. It’s relief. That’s when she starts crying.

–

Brooke is grateful, at least, for Nina, who knows about 90% of what is going on.

Nina knows that Jason would hit her. Brooke had spent a few nights at Nina’s place, waiting for a fight to blow over, waiting for an insincere apology, and so on and so on. Nina would order Chinese food and mix her a drink and set her hand so gently on Brooke’s arm. And when Brooke would go back the next day, Nina would nod and say, “Alright, sweetie, I’m always here.” That woman had more patience in her body than the rest of the neighborhood combined.

Nina knows that Brooke wanted Jason dead. Brooke should have left, could have left, yes, but at 32 with no degree or practical work experience other than schmoozing at galas and fundraisers and two years with a ballet company in South Africa, leaving Jason wasn’t something she could justify. Plus there was so much money, he was gone a lot, and she had her own herb garden. Jason dying was the best case scenario.

Nina doesn’t know about the figs, and Brooke does not intend to tell her.

But 90% of the story is enough for Nina to be exactly what Brooke needs at the funeral. Brooke is not the distraught, whimpering widow that Jason’s family is expecting, and Nina goes above and beyond. She steers away Jason’s elderly mother, she holds Brooke while she pretends to cry, and she nods supportively while Brooke delivers a not-at-all-heartfelt eulogy that she looked up online the night before. Nina, in short, makes it easier to play along.

But there’s only so much she can do. It’s 3 p.m. and they’re all still at the graveyard. Jason’s body is finally, finally in the ground, but apparently that doesn’t mean that anyone is allowed to go home yet. Jason’s sister has them all sitting in a circle (on the ground, in this dress) and they’re going around and saying one nice memory about Jason.

When it comes around to Brooke, she can’t think of a single thing to say. Maybe, if she tried, she could dredge up a memory from before they got married, before he started drinking so much, when there were vacations and gifts and lavish dinners with exciting people. Those times were happy, right? But all she can think about right now is the way his eyes would narrow before he threw a glass, his pointed finger, the sound of his body hitting the kitchen tile. That last one was happy.

“Brooke?”

It’s Nina’s voice. Brooke feels too many eyes on her, and she knows she doesn’t have the filter to fake it right now, so she runs away.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

People make way for her, and she notes the pitying faces. It’s not something she usually likes to see, but it’s better, definitely, that they think what they think.

“Let’s give her some space. She’s going through a lot.” Nina’s voice again. She owes that woman the first-born child she’ll never have.

The chill, October air hits her again as she finds an exit off the back patio of the funeral home. The graveyard stretches out before her like an invitation, which she accepts. She takes off directionless. For a moment she worries her heels might sink into the earth as she crosses, but they don’t. She wonders how much harder it is to dig graves after the first frost.

She spots a mausoleum tucked back in the corner of the small graveyard under an old oak tree. It’s made of worn stone, and has a small bench she spots where the light filters in through the trees. She sits down, leans into the cold wall behind her, lets it hold her straight and upright.

It’s hard to hold a secret.

Brooke can lie for days. She can put on a happy face and lilt through a fundraiser as long as she can lock eyes with Nina across the room and know she’ll have someone to commiserate with after it’s over. This already feels different. She feels like she’s waiting for the ball to drop, for some feeling of remorse to settle in, for a new kind of loneliness to catch up with her just when she thought she might get to start her life again.

She wonders for a moment about what tomorrow will look like. Casseroles and strangers’ cookware piling up in her sink, that’s for sure. A deposit in her bank account, eventually. Shopping with Nina, a case of red wine, nice things. But what then?

Maybe, as a twisted joke, she could open a bakery. She’d sell fig pastries year round.

She’s sure she looks a wreck, and opens her phone camera to try and fix her smudged makeup. At least she looks sad, with one good trail of mascara running down her face from the few tears she had managed to squeeze out. She feels her pocket for tissues and realizes that she’s out, and tries to smudge the tear track away with her finger. It’s not a very successful endeavor, but all she needs to do for now is look just put together enough.

She’s too focused on that to hear the click of another pair of heels against the marble base of the mausoleum until a girl with hair in long, dark waves comes spinning around the corner and nearly topples onto Brooke.

“Oh shit, sorry. I didn’t see you there.” The girl is small, even in heels, and she’s wearing a long black gown and lace gloves that make even Brooke feel pedestrian. Her voice sounds like the crunch of a car rolling slowly down a gravel road. She rights herself, watching Brooke. “Is it wrong to swear in a graveyard? My bad.”

“I don’t fucking know,” Brooke responds instinctually, and then cracks her first authentic smile in three days.

The girl smiles too. It fills her whole face, and she practically glimmers in jarring contrast to the sullen and somber graveyard behind her. She sits down next to Brooke on the bench, carefully.

“Do you want a tissue? Or some tequila?”

“Both, actually, would be wonderful.”

The girl pulls a packet of tissues and a flask from her sleek black clutch. Brooke graciously accepts the flask, takes too big of a swig, and winces as it burns. It tastes like gasoline with notes of vanilla, but Brooke is grateful for anything at this point.

She holds out her hand for a tissue, but the stranger pushes it away. “Let me,” she says, and starts to dab the tissue gently around Brooke’s eye, precise and conscious of her makeup. She’s gentle. “Lemme guess, annoying coworker? Batshit aunt? Your yoga instructor?”

Brooke chuckles. “Husband.”

The girl pulls back, and looks at her quizzically. “No. These aren’t real tears.”

“They are.”

“I’m good at telling when people are lying. So don’t. I can tell you’ve been crying too pretty for these to be real.”

Brooke doesn’t know what to say to that. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

The girl gives her a look, and then goes back to blotting around the corner of her eye. “Was he an asshole?” she asks. Brooke has to hand it to her, this girl is bold. Brooke bites her lip, hesitates. “My boyfriend’s an asshole,” she adds. “So I know.”

There’s a lot unsaid, but she knows too. “Yeah, he was an asshole,” Brooke yields.

“I won’t say good riddance-”

“You could.”

“Good riddance.”

Brooke sits with that for a moment, and it feels good. Too good, maybe.

“I think I killed him,” Brooke says out loud for the first time. She’s hit with another cool rush. Relief.

“Oh.” The girl pauses for a nanosecond before switching to the other side of Brooke’s face. “You think?”

“It’s a grey area.”

Brooke isn’t sure what she was expecting at this admission, but it certainly wasn’t nonchalance. This beautiful, bold, and bright stranger nods as if Brooke had just said she likes the color red. And it’s everything she needs. So Brooke doesn’t pour her heart out. Rather, she hands a piece of her demons to this small and radiant person and remains grateful for the weight off her shoulders.

“There.” The girl finishes up with Brooke’s makeup, her thumb gliding lightly over Brooke’s cheek. “You’re pretty again.”

“I didn’t even ask about you,” Brooke realizes aloud. Unless this stranger is a particularly fashionable twenty-something who haunts the local graveyard during the day (or, perhaps more excitingly, a ghost who haunts it a bit more literally) she’s probably here for a funeral as well.

“Oh.” The girl casts her eyes to the ground for a moment  “I’m here for my abuelita. Good woman, full life. Got to sit with her and hold her hand on the last day. So really, I’m all good.” The smile is back, smaller, but sincere.

“But you’re drinking?”

“My sixteen year old cousin brought it. Don’t know where she got it, but she’s a smart bitch. Had to confiscate it.” She grins and takes a long swig from the flask, and hands it back to Brooke. “Plus, abuela would have wanted a party.”

“What’s your name?”

“Vanessa.”

“I’m Brooke Lynn. Brooke.”

“It’s good to meet you, Brooke.”

Brooke raises the flask in the air. “To your abuela.”

“To abuelita! And to…” Vanessa hesitates. “Not your husband. To you. Whatever the fucked up circumstances, to you.”

Brooke locks eyes with Vanessa for a moment that lasts maybe half a second, maybe a full minute, she can’t be sure. She bookmarks it as a moment when she feels safe, a moment when she actually feels okay. She watches intently as the corner of Vanessa’s mouth turns up in a smile before she kicks back the flask again. Vanessa follows suit.

“I feel like I should be thanking you,” Brooke says as she winces through the taste.

“For my cousin’s cheap tequila? No need.”

“No, more for… I don’t know, listening. You’re easier to talk to than most people.”

“I like secrets. Don’t worry.” Vanessa places her hand on Brooke’s knee, and she could swear that she feels an actual electric spark travel down her leg as Vanessa presses her thumb into her skin. Or maybe she just imagined it.

Vanessa stands, stuffs her things back into her bag, and squares her shoulders. “I’m glad I met you, Brooke. Don’t have too much fun in there, okay?”

“Okay,” Brooke says, and surprises herself with the sweetness behind her own laugh.

Vanessa turns to leave, and for a quick flash, Brooke thinks about following her, reaching for her arm, asking for her number. But all too quickly Vanessa is out of sight, out of earshot, outside Brooke’s world and back in her own.

“Thank you,” Brooke says softly, to no one but the marble floor.

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