#FUCKNG FUCK HATE YOUR GUTS

[futurewriter2000]

Love Hurts - pt. 2

A/N: I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS ALL FUCKNG NIGHT! ALL NIGHT! AND I HAVE SO MUCH MORE PLANNED FOR THE NEXT PART LIKE GOD THIS IS MAKING ME SO EXCITED!

Translation: “Smiri se, ženo.” - Calm down, woman.                      “Ljubavi.” - Love                       

XX

Fred Weasley pretended that nothing had ever happened between the two of you. The two of you weren’t really close friends to begin with. The only thing the two of you shared was a house and classes. 

However, it didn’t feel right to him. He thought he could just ignore you, avoid you and that you would do the same but it wasn’t like that. Since that day he started seeing you more than he ever did in the last couple of years. He noticed you everywhere. The moment you walked into the class, the moment you left, the moment you sat down to eat, the moment you he came into the common room and saw you sitting there with your friends, the moment you walked around the corner in the corridor amount so many other students. 

He knew it was the guilt. The enormous guilt in his guts.

He could see you laughing with other of his classmates- as you were known for. Everybody liked you because of your cheeriness and even Lee could sometimes walk with you out of class and tease with you in a more flirty manner. 

It made him think that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t as special as you made him think he was. 

Everybody was on good terms with you. He needed that too because people started to ask him why on Earth do you and him not get along as much as the two of you used. He asked if you said anything but you said nothing and the least he could do was not say anything as well, especially tell people how he rejected you in the most horrible way possible. 

He needed to make this right. 

“(Y/n)!” he called out to you as soon as you left the classroom where it all started. 

You looked over your shoulder and saw his face. Clenching your jaw, you turned your head back forth and sped up. “I don’t have time for you, George. I’m late to my next class.” 

It stung when you called him by his brother’s name. You never called him George or Fred or Weasley. He was always Freddie to you and he thought he hated it back then but apparently he would prefer Freddie over any name right now. The tone in your voice was cold and distant, the eyes- once sparkly, now thin as ice. 

“You know I’m not George-”

“Ron then, whatever.” you snarked and sped up, him catching up with you. 

“Don’t hate me, please!”

“I don’t hate you, you fucking cunt!” you turned around sharply, staring deep into his eyes.

“Oh, your tone and words say differently.” he backed away a bit, being intimidated by your loathing stare. 

“I don’t hate you.” you tried to calm yourself down, lowering your tone and bringing down the intensity in your eyes. “I hate myself because I am such an idiot shit to think that somebody might like me- that maybe someone I like might like me back.” you turned away, then back up at him.

“Idiot shit?” he couldn’t help himself but laugh a little. “Really?”

You punched his shoulder and did again, just for pleasure of being furious with him. “Yes, really! Idiot shit!”

“Idiot shit then.” he grinned, leaning forward and trying to charm you with his eyes as he was known for. 

But you weren’t falling for those eyes and you could see so clearly in them that you did not matter to him. He wanted to apologise to make himself feel better, not you. 

“UGH!” you cramped your fingers in front of him with anger than just started backing away from him. “You’re an idiot shit. I bloody thought you were different.” you shook your head and let your voice get a bit weaker by that statement. You muttered something under your breath as well but he couldn’t hear you by then.

He knew he messed up. He truly did. “Let me make it up to you!” he shouted after you, rubbing the back of his neck but only got a middle finger in return. “Don’t hate me my arse.” 

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Preparation for the ball was starting soon and students started pouring into the room with lit and excited faces. It was mostly the Hogwarts students but a few of them also had a date from other schools, such as Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. 

Fred was talking to his brother with Angelina by his side, he was close to Ron and Harry, teasing them both but letting George take the lead because his eyes got stuck on the girl that hated him.

With a bright smile on your face you walked right past him and to the group of Durmstrang boys, hugging the big blonde boy. You hugged him so that your head was laying on his chest and the boy smiled, looking down on you with a flirtatious smile. 

Fred felt his stomach clench a bit but he brushed it off quickly. 

The boy twirled you around, laughing and smiling, looking down on you, then back up. He pulled up close, whispering something in your ear and causing you to giggle and punch him lightly on the chest.

His jaw clenched as well. You? Friendly with a Durmstrang? Those furry twats?

“Thank you for doing this.” you told him, staring into his bright blue eyes.

“You kidding?” he put his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. “I was sure you had a date and when I heard you didn’t, I had to ask you.” 

You looked up at him, furrowed your eyebrows and laughed, unable to form a sentance, only blush. “I’m a bad dancer, just so you know.”

“I’m not.” he looked down on you and winked. “Just follow my lead.”

Professor McGonagall started to talk about the Ball, pulling Ron into the middle and showing the rest of the class how to dance. Some laughed, some just watched. Everybody felt a bit uncomfortable but not your date. 

“Join us anytime now.” said professor McGonagall but nobody budged.

Your  date took your hand and stepped in front of you, leading you to the middle. 

“Please don’t.” you shook your head, panicking in your head.

“Smiri se, ženo.”  he whispered in his thick serbian accent. The two of you were already in the middle of the room, he bowed, kissing the back of your palm and pulling you close to him. 

You were closer than McGonagall ever was to Ron. You could smell his cologne and feel the heat radiate from his body. His hand placed itself on your hip and he laughed as you didn’t know what to do with yours.

“My shoulder, ljubavi.” 

You put your hand on his shoulder and you looked down at your feet. “What do I do with those.”

He laughed again, bumping his toes with yours. “You move this one back then we go right, up, left, down.” 

“Right, up, left, down.” you repeated, watching your feet as you could feel him chuckle a bit. 

“And watch me.” he said and you looked up into his big blue eyes. 

The two of you started moving and soon, people started to join you. You stepped on his toes and apologised constantly but he only chuckled in return. With time passing, the two of you started dancing more in sync, feet moving just right.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this, don’t you think?” you looked down on your feet than back at him. 

“You know what that means?” he grinned, wiggling with his eyebrows and looking at you with that mischief in his eyes. 

“No and I don’t think I want to know.”

“Ready?” he asked, getting a firmer grip on your back and pulling you close. 

“Ready for what?!” you started to panic but he only leaned a bit forward and started to spin you around. 

You let out a surprised yelp but continued to move around with your feet still in sync with his. He let out a laugh as he buried you close to him, hearing whistles from his Durmstrang colleagues before stopping and twirling you around until your back was pressed on his chest. 

“That, ljubavi drago, is years of folklore.” he laughed and so did you. 

Meanwhile on the side of the room, Fred couldn’t keep up with the Blonde. The Blonde twirled you around and danced with you, whispering to you, laughing with you and making you blush constantly. It made him a bit frustrated because Angelina and him were still struggling with the steps. Before they got a hold of it, the practice was already over and students started to pour out of the room. 

“Next time we are going to start to practice a Quadrille!” professor McGonagall shouted after the students. “It’s going to be done in two sets of pairs!” she continued to shout but all of you were already out of the room.

Fred kept watching you leave with the blonde boy, both wrapped in each other’s arms. He couldn’t stop watching the two of you. He was bothered more than he would like to have admit. The boy pointed at your messy hair that you got during the dance and you playfully grabbed his finger and started laughing. 

He missed that about you. For you and Fred to just laugh together and-

“You alright there, Fred?” Angelina put her hand on his shoulder and Fred immediately looked back at her. 

“Fantastic.” he gave her a bright smile, wrapping his arm around her. “We’ll do it better next time.” 

“Yeah- did you see (y/n) and that guy?” she mentioned all of a sudden. “I didn’t think she would show but she was actually great at it.” 

“Yeah.” Fred chuckled a bit. “Who is that guy anyway?” 

“Beats me but they surely look adorable together.” she smiled. “What happened between the two of you anyway?” 

“Hm?” Fred asked, looking at her with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”

“The two of you always used to talk a lot during class- did you pull a prank on her or something?” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Something like that, yeah.” Fred smiled and rubbed the back of his head. 

“Fred.” she lowered her tone and he knew he was about to get scolded by his dance partner. “She is such a great girl, why would you ever prank her?” 

“I didn’t mean to. She was just there at the wrong place and the wrong time, alright?” he rolled his eyes. “And it’s not like I wanted to. We really weren’t friends to begin with anyway. She’ll get over it.”

“Whatever you say but she’s been with us since First year and I think it’s fair, you at least apologise to her.” 

“I tried. She told me I’m a cunt and an idiot shit.” 

“Bloody hell, Fred. What did you do to that poor girl?” 

“She’ll get over it.” Fred muttered, feeling something heavy rise up to his throat. “She will.” 

[polygamyff]

20. Part 3

Robyn ran her fingers through my hair when I pressed my lips against the curve of her neck “oh fuck” She bit back a mouthful of loud moans, gripping the bottom of her ass, I scooped her up and Robyn wrapped her legs around my waist. I moved my hands to her hips and continued to thrust inside of her. Her back hit the wall and Robyn trembled when I gazed into her eyes and pushed my dick in deep. She is so tight and wet around me, her slick walls were clenching and squeezing me. I held her up against the wall and furiously fucked her. Releasing all the tension “I fuckng love you” I sighed sucking down on her skin, Robyn let out a long gut wrenching scream when I bit down on her neck and spread her legs wide against the wall, thrusting into her harder “oh fuck Maurice.” Water is pouring down over us and Robyn’ screams filled the shower. My dick throbbed inside of her as I stroked in deep. Her eyes were rolling around in her head “fuck me” Robyn whimpered, my lips were lingering against her neck, licking her skin. Robyn’ head fell back and she clung to him as her body shook and trembled. I was pumping in and out of her so hard and fast that she could only pull on the roots of my hair when her orgasm hit her, she yelled at the top of her lungs. Crying out when her orgasm rocked through her. I continued to pump into her until I poured my seeds deep inside of her.

I slowed my strokes down almost completely, I still was holding Robyn against the shower wall and was now staring into her eyes. I felt a calming feeling wash through me, I felt relaxed,. Smiling, I gently kissed Robyn’ lips “Mhmmmm” Robyn groaned when I slipped out of her and set her on the shower floor “my legs, chile!” Robyn held onto my arm “can’t feel them?” I said with a smile “something like that, in that moment I didn’t care but now. But damn” she is funny “you look so cute, I like you like this” placing my hand on her stomach “like what?” she asked “chubby” Robyn’ head snapped in my direction “excuse me? I am fat?” frowning at her “no, chubby is cute. Like your cheeks are cute, I just want to bite them” Robyn gawked at me “so now I am fat? So I squashed you? Is that what you used the wall? You can’t carry me, I am just too fat” my eyes widened at the words Robyn is saying to me “I am fat to you?” shaking my head “no, you have a beautiful body” which she does, what is her problem “I will shower after, I am too fat for you” is she being real right now “seriously Robyn!?” watching Robyn walk out of the shower.

Wrapping the towel around my torso, Robyn really just walked out the shower like that, I didn’t think it was that bad. She is cute though, she has gained weight but it’s not a bad thing, I can still carry her “Robyn? Hear me out, I don’t think you’re fat, you have gained weight because you are pregnant, that is not a bad thing. I like it, you look cute” am I saying something wrong here, she is looking at me like she wants to beat me so bad “a bad thing? So wait a minute, my husband to be looks at me fat, no wonder you keep looking at me like I’m cute as shit, it’s not cute being fat and you made me feel insecure, just shut up” she pushed by me “and I don’t want you in the shower with me ever again until I have had this baby” she banged the door shut, blinking several times in confusion. That was so dramatic, I didn’t even do or say anything bad. Because I found her chubby and cute, that’s not a bad thing. Why are women like this, maybe I should have closed my mouth but it’s me. I love Robyn no matter her size, it’s not all about looks but she so happens to be very beautiful, just like her mom. I’ve ruined sex for the rest of the weekend now I guess, I don’t think I know how to speak to a female. I never really spent time with them as much, I had sex with him and then left. Naomi I didn’t care for, I don’t get it. It’s not a bad thing being fat, it’s just more to love.

Robyn is really not speaking to me, she is being so quiet. Eating breakfast is awkward too, Leon is just a staring at the both of us wondering what the hell is wrong “your hotel breakfast is nice” Leon said breaking the silence “it is, I am always eating doubles. Even though I’m not pregnant” this is so awkward “we all can’t be a stick insect” Robyn said, looking over at Robyn in utter shock “is that for me or him?” Leon asked “are you a stick insect?” Robyn is pissed “well no friend I’m not” Leon looked at me “what did you do?” He questioned me “I find that very offence, I am not a stick insect. That’s very upsetting to me” I ain’t offended at all “Leon, he called me fat and then thinks there is nothing wrong with it and then making stupid comments. You can really tell you do not know a hormonal woman, I feel like ripping your dick off, shut up” I should shut up “oh girl, you mad, mad. Damn! Less that twenty four hours and you both hate each other” sitting back in my chair “it’s not an argument, we had sex in the shower and all I said was chubby. Robyn’ cheeks have gone all cute and chubby and I told her that she looks cute, it’s not my fault she got offended. I don’t care for how big and small you are, god. It’s not that deep” Leon is cringing at me “I am gay and I am not that stupid to be talking about a pregnant female and they have gained, you’re actually stupid” rolling my eyes, this is just great. Malik did say for me to shut my mouth “I don’t want to hear your scrawny ass telling me I am fat when I am carrying your baby, seriously Maurice. You been doing that to me and I didn’t catch on, you find me fat and cute so fuck you” this is messed up.

Robyn sat across me and made sure she was away from me, apparently she didn’t want to sqaush me “Robyn, please. I am sorry, can we just overcome this and move on? I honestly cannot deal” I don’t want to argue or fall out with her, my phone started ringing “just take the phone call” Robyn said waving me off, answering my work phone “what’s up?” What has Malik done now “dad wanted to know where you are so I was like I don’t know, I acted mad stupid until dad said but he used the jet” I groaned out, of course he will check that “is that all he knows? I just took the jet? I swear I am going to go crazy on his ass. This jet is mine, why does he care” he just hates if I am lowkey or having time off “I don’t know but I thought I would let you know, so did she say yes?” I never told him “yeah bro, she said yes but she hates me now. She called me stick insect” I find that rude “please tell you didn’t call her cute and chubby!?” I chuckled “yes, but Malik it’s true! How can I lie?” Malik screamed out laughing “I cannot deal with you! Oh my god, just have a good time and shut your mouth negro. You mad rude” how is it rude when it’s the truth, I don’t get these people “whatever” disconnecting the call “I would like to spend some time with Leon and not you” Robyn got up from her seat “but baby, I am sorry. I didn’t mean it in a nasty way. I think it’s beautiful” Robyn huffed out turning on her heels, getting up from my seat “I love your curves, I love everything about you. Every mark, birth mark. Robyn I don’t care!” Robyn got me shouting in my hotel “you in the dog house” Leon ran by me.

I still think she is cute and chubby, I don’t care what she says. Her stubborn ass gone shopping or whatever and I was going to chase her but she needs time, she probably feels she needs to vent to Leon and that is fine. I can’t wait to lay on her booty, actually that will be on the jet cause we need to bounce soon. I was a little dramatic earlier, the whole hotel hearing me scream about loving curves. I think I will call my dad see what’s popping with him, he seems to want to stalk my ass and assume where I am at all the time so I might as well. Unlocking my phone, tapping my dad’ name. I have been ignoring my dad a hell of a lot and honestly my dad is just in London, he could come and see me so I need to check on the old man “the wonderer returns my calls” he is funny “I am just in Germany with Adam” I lied, I just want to raise his blood pressure “how are you liking that?” he asked “good, we plotting but anyways. You called, what is the issue?” seeing as his ass been trying to contact me, he can speak “I just think you are a little side tracked, you ran off. You have yet to get an assistant and also see your mom. She misses you Maurice, see her. So does your wife” he is starting that again “on paper, I said that already. Stop forcing shit, she don’t miss shit she never had dad. If you ain’t got nothing else to say then I am going” I have better things to do “wait, I read that you are wanting to open a complex of apartments in Atlanta and California. There is a lot of development happening” sighing out heavily “because I am taking shit that is mine, sit back and watch me” I ain’t leaving nothing alone.

Robyn took her damn time, placing the TV remote at the side of me “took your time thickums, like you don’t have work” Robyn’ bag flew straight at me but I was quick to move to the side before it hit me “I am not cute, chubby or fucking thickums. Shut up, you’re an asshole” she banged the bathroom door shut, I guess she is still angry. Shuffling off of the bed, she got some strength on her, she needs to hurry up because we need to go “Robyn, please stop this. I don’t get why you get offended, your body looks so beautiful” stood outside the bathroom door “if you think you ain’t sexy then you wrong, I get hard for you. I find your body the most beautiful piece of artwork known, your body is like Mona Lisa in the leagues of paintings. If that makes sense but I am just in awe with you, come on Robyn. All I want you to do is strangle me with your thighs, any woman would love this. Their man loving every inch of them, oh come on” the door got dragged open “you don’t say it to me again, I am so close to going crazy your ass, tell me you won’t say it again?” I guess I will say yes because we are in France but then going to America so it doesn’t because the promise was made here “I won’t say it again, come on. You know you are so beautiful” Robyn hit my hand away “still hate you, you’re actually annoying. You really think I am just going to get over the fact you called me fat?” women are crazy “I said chubby, like cute chubby. Chubster” Robyn hit my chest, she was going to hit my chest again but I gripped her arms “you’re so cute angry, I love you and please get ready we need to go” getting all angry at me when she is that cute.

[brighteyesthemis]

Ass Backwards & Fucked Up At Least I’m Genuine.

First and foremost the punctuation will not be spot on because I really don’t give a shit. Don’t critiking, cause it will go by the wayside. Moving forward now.

I can be a hypocrite yes, I most certainly can. I’ve never judged someone because, of what they have (don’t have). I don’t really as they say “Take my word for it” and sometimes it bites me in the ass. I normally go based off my own experiences, if you want my thoughts on something I’ll give it to you. Otherwise I will keep it to myself now, here’s the bad part. When is the moment where you (should) speak your truth??? I am not ashamed of anything I have done nor, will I. Everything I have done, I have learned from and still learning. I will never call myself a saintly person, I do try to do things right. I’m not perfect and, to be honest I don’t want to be. Nobody is ever perfect. God himself was not even perfect. I will never claim to be without fault, fuck it! I’ll own that shit proudly! I am not a emotional person, I very rarely wear my emotions on my sleeve. However I am a genuine fucking person and friend. I am that way to a fault. Learning lessons along the way about setting boundaries, has been a real bitch! I’ve done drugs, drinking and, sex. However while I was married I took it seriously, it was everything but a perfect one. It was horribly abusive and sometimes physical as well as emotionally. I learned a lot going through my marriage. I learned not to carry hate in my heart, it’s a burdening feeling I don’t want to hold onto. Forgiveness was the lesson that I needed to really understand fully. To give forgiveness with no looking back on it, to have no twinge of after thought. Along the way I found my worth my heart my love and my will to never give up. Many people have done me wrong, talked about me had assumptions and just went with it. Fuck ‘Em, if you don’t have the balls to be real and, open your mouth to find the facts then I can’t help you and it’s no skin off my back. I’ll move on with no questions but, you will have after thoughts of wondering. I also have learned to never have expectations when it comes to people, that’s just a recipe for epic disappointment. Oh and it can fucking devastate the hell out of you with no warning. Lol, one minute shits going smooth then, then next your sliding down a bumpy ass shit slide with no padding! You think to yourself WTF?. How the hell did this happen then, you think back. I’m such an asshole, yeah, I did see the Red Flags, ignored my gut feelings. You wake up and realized Yeah, my dumb ass chose to wear those big shiny ass rhinestone fucking glasses!!! Then you really wake up and see, that everyone around you who you thought had your back and best interests at heart. Well, they were just quietly aiding in the helping hand to hopefully create your monumentous FALL and to desecrate your spirit. The really unsettling part of all that shit is, even your own blood can be involved, your damn right, I said your own blood. You come then to a point in your life where you see people for who they really are. Now I will say that I am not a church going person, I used to but not on regular basis. I won’t even tell you I go all the time or even used to, nor will I bullshit and say that I’m gonna be and look all saintly and shit. I will say, Yes I should go more than what I do which is on a holiday such as Christmas and Easter. There was a point in time that I did go on Sundays. It’s not that I don’t believe in god and the sanctity of church, that’s not it. I just believe and feel for me personally that I don’t have step foot in a church to pray or believe in him or the Holy Spirit. I don’t give a single fuck what others say about that. Actually if I can be pretty frank, I don’t give a rats ass what anyone has to say about me period. If I had to concern myself with all that shit, I’d be a bipolar schizophrenic nut case. Yeah I’ll say a big FT, for those of you just trying to get your shit together and, change your mind set. You can! No matter what your situation is, you can always turn it around and fix it. The only possible way you can’t is if your six fuckng feet deep, Honestly. Lol, I’m still working on it and learning. The thing is I’m doing it my way and alone.

You can call it being antisocial or detached or whatever the hell ya want. I’m content with being alone and not talking to anyone, now with that being said it’s not because of not being personable. I can be very charming and all that but if I don’t have anything to say or there is no similar interests. I’m not waste my time or yours talking about the fucking Kardashian’s, which I have no intrest nor do I give 2 fucks about how the barista gave her a the wrong late’. I’m a deep analytical thinker I have all kinds of thoughts and interests. However nobody knows that because they don’t take the time to actually get to know me. I’ve done all kinds of things, I’ve done some drugs I’ve drank, stolen shit (only from stores)not from people. Crazy though how your perspectives change over time and, you get older. The things you used to believe in and thought were important become altered. You slowly realize that you’ve been conditioned to abide by societies rules and demands of the way you are supposed to be. If you don’t accept that role you are rebellious your the Black Sheep. If your not like everyone else meaning your not cookie cutter or predictable and you don’t dress or act like everyone else you get labeled weird, crazy or, doing it on purpose to get attention. I wanna wear what I want, if I wanna wear ripped jeans a t-shirt with girls titts showing and a pair of work boots without being said I’m too masculine I should be able to. I should be able to do so without the fear of being stereotyped. Now of course in a perfect world this would be possible however, the last I checked this is unfortunately not. I guess until then I’ll just continue to be perceived by others as too Masculine and, for some that don’t really know me harsh. Either way it’s no skin off my back and, life continues to go on. I am me, I am beautiful, I am unique. I posses certain qualities that you won’t find in anyone else. My spirit is vibrant full of colors, my soul is deep. I am full of creative vision and mysterious codes. I will never be brought down.

[nickireadstfc]

The Raven King, Chapter 13 – The Birth of Responsible Neil Josten

In which our favourite angsty runaway finally starts being useful, Andreil engage in some hot ab-touching, Wymack Knows™ things and I sense yet more Hufflepuffs dawning on the horizon.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

The enw chapter starts and already we have to witness shit that I am decidedly not liking:

Nicky being super fucking miserable.

           “We shouldn’t have come here,” Nicky said, sounding as wretched as he looked. (…) “What have I done?”

NOOOOOOOOO MY SUNSHINE SON

On the long, long list of why I fucking hate Drake’s guts, “He made Nicky sad” is one point I am especially angry about having to add.

You know, apart from all the obvious fuckery.

Thankfully, I can trust my man Josten to stop Nicky from sinking down further into the Guilt Depression Pit:

           “You didn’t do anything,” Neil said. (…) “You didn’t know this was going to happen. None of us did. If we’d known, we wouldn’t have come.”

That’s what I was bloody saying. Thank you, Sir Runaway Angst Lord, for finally agreeing with me on something.

Also where’s this sudden rush of being the voice of reason coming from?

           “It doesn’t make sense that Drake would come here. Higgins was here a month ago. Why wait so long, and why risk it? The police can track a cross-country plane ticket easily.”

That’s……. actually a very good point I had not considered before.

Why was Drake there? To “””make amends””” with his “””little brother””” (my toenails are rolling just typing that word), sure – but why now?

There’s more to this. WHAT IS IT.

No time to deal with this now – for now, we are dealing with Andrew getting sent on a nice lil vacation to Fun Anti-Mania Rehab.

           Kevin fixed Betsy with a stunned look. “It’s too early. What do you think you’re doing?”

           “The right thing,” Betsy said.

HELL YEAH SHE IS.

Bless Betsy Dobson for turning cliché action movie lines into lines that make me actually emotional.

           “Who will take care of Kevin if I’m gone? I can’t trust him wandering around here by himself, and Coach can’t be with him all the time. Kevin’s kind of a full-time job.” (…)

           “I’ll watch him,” Neil said.

BITCH WHAT.

           “What do you think you are saying? What are you trying to do?”

           “Take responsibility,” Neil said in German.

BITCH WHAT.

“VERANTWORTUNG ÜBERNEHMEN”, DIGGAH WAS.

I did not know you vocabulary even included that word.

Our boy??? Is finally starting to be responsible, adult and useful??? WHAT IS THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I AM WITNESSING.

           “If I was going to leave I would have done so at the banquet when Riko called me by my name,” Neil said. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t think about it, but I decided to stay. I trusted you more than I was scared of him. So trust me now if you can. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll take care of Kevin until you return.”

Cause of death: This.

Responsible Neil, where did you suddenly come from?? And most importantly, how can we make sure you don’t transform back into Angsty and Dramatic Neil??

           “You lie, and lie, and lie, and you think I’ll trust you with his life?”

           “Then don’t tust ‘Neil’”, Neil said. “Trust me.”

           “Oh, but who are you? Do you have a name?”

           “If you need one, call me Abram.”

Oh my goooood.

Neil giving out his birth name (or parts of it) to Andrew just adds a whole ‘nother level of intimacy, rawness and seriousness to this exchange.

It also adds another level of I can’t fucking deal with this.

           With so many people watching them Neil couldn’t life his shirt. He did the next best thing and dragged one of Andrew’s hands under the hem. He pressed Andrew’s palm to the ugly scarring across his abdomen.

Touching!!!!!!!!! On his scars!!!!! Which no one has ever even seen!!!!! And Andrew gets to motherfucking touch them!!!! TOUCHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Andreil heart is having a fucking rave, you guys.

           “Do you understand?” Neil asked. “Nothing Riko does will make me leave him. We will both be here when you get back.”

IM FUCKNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember when I had huge Kevandreil feels way back in the beginning/middle of the first book? Remember that?? REMEMBER????

I’m still not set on whether I ship it romantically, sexually or just hardcore-platonically (although I’m leaning to the latter), but just – THE DYNAMICS, YOU GUYS.

You can always sign me the fuck up for a good triumvirate.

And of course, not even Andrew can say no to an offer when it comes in the form of some good ab-touching, and just like that, he leaves for rehab.

Godspeed, my manic murder kitten – please come back happier, healthier, yet hopefully just as full of sass. <3

There’s a little thing at the end of this exchange, though, that is quickly glossed over but that caught my attention, and that is Wymack being a perceptive bastard:

           “Hopefully hearing about all of this (…) will get [Aaron] moving, but who knows when it comes to those two? Speaking of unpredictable assholes, when did that happen?”

           “When did what?” Neil asked.

           Wymack eyes him. “Forget it.”

Is he……….. already hinting at Neil and Andrew having A Thing………….. Wymack Knows™.

Did I mention I love that guy recently? #dicksoutforperceptivebastards

           “What about the season?” Kevin asked. “What about Riko?”

           “What about Andrew? Attempt to think about someone and something else for just a moment there.”

DID I MENTION I LOVE THAT GUY RECENTLY. #dicksoutforcaringaboutandrew

           “Look,” Wymack said. “I know I’ve always told you all to take your personal problems up with Betsy or Abby. I’ve said it’s not my place to get into anything outside the court. I hope you’ve figured out by now that I’m just blowing hot air.”

Grumpy Fox Dad ily <33

Guess who’s back now – Aaron, fresh outta custody.

Guess who’s really emo and angry about the Andrew Situation – Aaron, back to being bitter and broody as per usual.

Guess who’s finally done taking his shit and starts dishing out some reason and sensibility in this mess – RESPONSIBLE NEIL FUCKING JOSTEN.

           “Are you at all sorry?” Neil asked. “You took his family away from him. (…) Do you think Cass will ever forgive Andrew?”

Fair point – I’m all for Drake being Not A Thing anymore, of course (although imo prison would have done the job better than, you know, murder), but there is no denying that Aaron made sure the only woman that ever came close to a mum for Andrew now hates him till forever, probably.

           “I don’t care about Cass or Drake or anyone. What Drake did – no. If I could bring him back from the dead and kill him again I would.”

           “Good,” Neil said quietly. “So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother.”

HOLY SHIT.

Holy shit he’s fucking RIGHT oh my god. I did not see this coming at all (and neither did Aaron) and I am SHITTING MYSELF.

           “You don’t know anything,” Aaron said.

           “I know you’ve got a couple weeks to think about it,” Neil said. “When Andrew comes back sober you’ll have to talk about this. You won’t get anywhere if you start with Drake, so you might as well start with your mother.”

Neil, I am just honestly so, so impressed with you right now.

Just – this. This exchange right there so, so fucking important. I can already see that this will help the twins greatly in finally becoming real siblings, and Neil was the one who made that happen.

It’s been said time and time again how Neil will be the one bringing the Foxes together, and every time I see it actually happening now I leap out of my skin in happiness.

And the key to all of that happening is the birth of Responsible Neil we are witnessing right now.

I want you guys to really, really get how amazing I find this new development. One thing that, in hindsight, really annoyed me about Neil in the first book was how fucking Dramatic, Angsty and Extra™ he was – and I know this made for some good jokes, but it honestly also annoyed me a lot. He was just so whiny. And I know it’s for good reason, but still – I just kept hoping he would one day pull his head out of his ass.

Breaking news: Our boy Neil’s head has now left his ass.

This scene, all these scenes are so amazing because: TFC-Neil wouldn’t have done this. TFC-Neil would have stood there uncomfortably, saying nothing and staring, dramatically contemplating his own angst and his own trauma and why he should run away now and how oh so fucking tragic his own life is.

TRK-Neil does not. TRK-Neil deals with problems other than his own, starts taking responsibility and gets out of his own fucking head for once.

TLDR: FUCK. YEAH.

The monsters (minus one) and the Fox Parents get back to Palmetto, where they’re all reunited with the rest of the team – which is not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, since apparently the story is all over the news and no dramatic retellings are in order.

Also, apparently Matt’s mom bailed Aaron out of jail, as a ‘thank you’ for him helping Matt get clean. Neat!

           “We’re all Foxes. We are a team. What happens to one of us happens to all of us, and we’re going to get each other through this.” (…)

           If it wasn’t so terrible, it’d be brilliant. This was what Dan and Matt had been waiting for all semester: a catalyst to finally unite the team.

Have I mentioned how much I’m feels-nutting every time the Foxy Team Spirit gains some bonus points? Have I?? HAVE I????????

However, it’s not all fun and games (not that it ever was fun and games), as there is Serious Exy Trouble resulting from Andrew being gone:

           “If the ERC decides Andrew isn’t part of our line-up anymore, we’re beneath size regulations. They’ll strike us from the roster and our year is over. (…) Kevin is afraid.”

Dun dun dun duuuuuuuun. That’s a pretty shit situation you got there, mate.

           Neil fixed Kevin with a stony look. “Maybe if you’d stuck around a moment longer you’d understand why I don’t care anymore. When you came upstairs, did you hear mim laughing, Kevin? (…) So yes, even I would give up on this season. And after everything he’s done and every risk he’s taken for you, you’d better feel the same.”

MIKE FUCKING DROP.

With Neil gone, Kevin currently takes the top spot on the List of People Who Need To get Their Heads Out Of Their Own Angsty Ass.

           “Rhemann has taken our side. He offered to speak on our behalf if need be, and he’s helped reach out to the others.”

James Rhemann, apparently, is the coach for the USC Trojans – a team that is so fair and kind they never, ever got a single red card in their entire existence.

I am DELIGHTED. When do we meet those USC cinnamon puffs, give them to me NOW.

           “As of this morning, the vote across the Class I teams is almost unanimous,” Wymack said. “They want us to finish the season.”

HELL FUCKIN YEAH.

           “I want one lap for every time you’ve ever said the NCAA’s never had your back.”

           “Oh, Jesus,” Nicky said. “We’ll be running all day.”

BAHAHAHAHA. I actually had to laugh so hard at that. Possibly because it’s the first time there is a reason for laughter in, like, three chapters.

But also possibly because it’s just unexpectedly really funny.

In summary: The Foxes get to play on, Andrew finally gets the help he needs and deserves, and Neil’s head gets a serious applause from me for being finally free of his ass.

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 One last note: New update will be out on Monday instead of Sunday because I’m gone all weekend – I’ll be at a cheerleading event with my friends! I can already hear myself going “That’s Katelyn” at every single cheerleader wearing orange. Wheee!