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mysticalsoot · 1 year ago

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you changed, it's good

A/N; soooo ive kinda been in a writing slump so take this fic thats been building dust in my docs- also tysm for 300!! hopefully ill come up w smth for it lol- I have no clue how to process that information omf

summary; months after wilbur's revival and his reunion with you and the daughter you share (that he didn't know about), you let out pent emotions and have a heartfelt talk with wilbur

tw// swearing, not lore accurate, im a wilbur apologist shush, children, suicidal mentions maybe? lmk if i missed anything

words; 1.8k

pairings; c!wilbur x gn!reader (they're parents), revivedbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

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The time since Wilbur’s death and revival may not have been that long, but for you, it felt like ages--you had a child now, his, yes but you’ve begun another life. A life with a little girl, a life without him. But now, he was here and he was trying. You appreciated it but god did you fear it too. The memories taunted you, the hurt and the aching that still lingered, haunted you. He haunted you.

Your head is rested upon Wilbur's chest, and the thumping of his heart echoes in your mind. His left arm wraps around your shoulder and your own arms around his middle. Your daughter, Willow lays against his other side, curled into a ball, and his other arm held tightly around her in comforting warmth. This moment is what you imagined life to be all those years, before everything…happened.

You seemed to always subconsciously wish for moments like these, at least, in the past few years. One’s where Willa has a parent other than yourself, someone else to hold her, and someone to hold you too. Domestic bliss, calm and serene. No wars or bombs, no screaming, and yelling. Simply the sound of your partner's heart and the sight of him holding your child. It's a reassurance of sorts, a silent "everything will be okay, even if it wasn't before".

Things used to be so not okay that having this calmness is nice. Having his arms around you again is lovely, being able to kiss him and hold him, to watch him help raise your daughter, to play with her and hold her. Tickle her and carry her on his shoulders, hold her hand with his, and walk with her on the prime path. To teach her how to ride a horse, after bringing one home for her, and helping her name him.

"Wilbur?" You whisper to him, moving your head back, your gaze locked upwards on him. He looks down at you, a soft smile written on his features, and he tilts his head to the side.

"Yes, my love?" he leans down, leaving a soft kiss to your lips and you smile through it, the warmth in your stomach swelling the same way it did when you both were younger. You take a moment to admire him, the way his curls fall in his face, how his glasses are always crooked and now are no different, and how the small freckles he adorns sprinkle his cheeks. Everything about him is beautiful, and so it brings you back to what you wanted to say. What you need to say, what is right to say.

"What happened? After lmanburg? You were so…" Your mind goes blank for a word to properly describe it, without hurting him. Cruel, evil, manipulative, the list goes on. It's odd to you, how someone could become so horrible and then return to a better version of their old self in a matter of years. "Horrible, then. To everyone, to yourself."

His face falls, and so does your heart, falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You can feel the life drain from your face and it hurts. You feel an immense dread, and wonder if you hadn’t mentioned it, how you would feel. It's a difficult subject for him but at this point, you think it had to be brought up. How can one accept this happy domestic life without knowing the full truth?

"I got lost, I think. Lost in the greed I suppose." He pauses, dips his head down to press his forehead against yours. His eyes close and he takes a breath, his arm letting go of Willa and placing his hand on your cheek, fingers gently brushing the skin and his eyes hold a warm sadness to them, "I wanted the joy still, the happiness for our future. But it got pushed back. I was blinded. There's a lot I don't remember. I mean I remember pieces here and there. Bribes from dream, desperate attempts to make things work for everyone and everything."

"And then what? You realized hurting us was better?" You’re hostile now, something switching or rather, breaking in your heart. You know you shouldn't react this way, get defensive--but a piece of you is still painfully angry and hateful, filled to the brim with spite and it’s accidentally let through the cracks. You back up a moment, his touch leaving you, hand falling to his side, head still dipped down.

"I realized I couldn't make it perfect for everyone, there were sacrifices I had to make." He takes another deep breath, wraps his arms around Willow again, she doesn't move. "And I made the wrong ones, I know that. I see that." Wil looks down at the lump that his daughter forms, a little ball of a girl. She moves to grab onto his arm in her sleep and she hums, a soft smile adorns his lips.

You feel you should be satisfied with his answers, and half of you is, but you still wonder; "Why? Why did you do it?"

His gaze lets its grip off of Willow, walks up and he looks to you, pupils big and somber, bloodshot and wet. "To not hurt anyone anymore. It was for the best."

You want to scream at him now, tell him how much of an idiot he is. Screams that are bloodcurdling, one’s that most definitely would wake up Willa and anyone surrounding the area. That no, killing yourself in fact does not stop the hurt, it only fuels it, like a spark to dead grass. He made Phil kill him, he made you watch as he destroyed his livelihood, your shared livelihood, watch as he's stabbed to death by his own goddamn father. It was never ending with him, it was always something new, something bigger, more painful than before. You want to storm away, back off, and not let him near you for a split second, it's all an overreaction, you tell yourself but you simply can't help it.

You stare at him for a moment, your expression blank and emotionless. Willow turns onto her back, eyes open slightly and her arms reach up to Wil. "Hey, daddy." She mumbles out, a smile of her own sculpted onto her features. Wil smiles back.

"Hello, my love. Are you ready for bed?" He asks, lifting her up by her sides and gently sitting her on his lap. She nods sluggishly, and she rests herself against him, chest to chest, head on shoulder, and tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "Let's get you into bed then, sweetie."

You just watch, your eyes follow him as he walks out of the living room, into the kitchen, and down the stairs. You sit there, alone now. Thoughts cycle through your mind. All the things you had wished for, every thought that graced your consciousness, every question unanswered for years. You missed him, you really truly did. But you aren’t sure who you missed more, and is the one you missed, the one you lie with at night? The one that wraps his arms around you in the morning, leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and brushes the hair out of your face. The man that waits there, holding you, until Willow comes rushing in the room to ‘wake’ you both up. The same man that shushes you lovingly and says "Pretend you're asleep, love," the moment he hears her bedroom door open, so she can have the satisfaction of waking you both.

You now rest your head on the back of the couch, your gaze focused on the window on the opposite side of the room. Snow gently falls past it, frost taken over the glass. The fire crackles and warms you like a hug.

What feels like moments later, even warmer arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to the body they're attached to. "Wil?" You call out, your voice coming out gravelly, and you realize you must've fallen asleep.

"Hey.." It comes out weak, the word feels broken and sounds broken. "I'm sorry, for all the shitty things I've done. I know my reasoning isn't nor has it ever been valid. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, and I don't have any plans of mass terrorism." His voice becomes clearer, breaks up less and he dips his head down again, pressing his cheek against yours. You nearly open your eyes, but keep them closed, and revel in the feeling of him more.

"I know." You pause, and let your own arms wrap around him, but instead of his middle like he has you held--you wrap your arms around his neck, your hands weaving into his mop of curls. "I think part of me still hurts, it's stupid I guess." You rest your head on his shoulder, and he pulls you closer, your legs now wrapped around him too.

"It's not, I hurt you. I take accountability for that and I hate that I even did it in the first place." His voice cracks again, and you know he means it. You pull back, your hands pressed against his cheeks and he looks up at you.

You hesitate, mulling over the words falling off his lips, his expression knotted in anxiety. Your thumbs run over his pink-tinted cheeks and you kiss his forehead.

"If you were that same person, you wouldn't say that." You take a breath, "I think you've changed. In a good way."

He sighs, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "I hope I have."

“I know you have,” You pause, grasping his face in your hands and getting him to pull back simply so he can gaze at you.

“How?” His voice is merely a croaked-out mumble but it’s enough that you hear it loud and clear.

“Would you be here, in my arms, after putting our daughter to bed if you hadn't changed?" You paused, eyes gazing deeply into his and searching for any doubt to crush with your words, "Would you even search for us if you were that same man? For good, not to hurt us."

He shakes his head, "I changed, didn't I?"

"In the best way possible." A soft kiss placed on his lips, one of love and devotion. A simple peck speaking every word and emotion you've ever felt--but only the good.

He smiles against the kiss, grasping at your sides and pulling you closer and closer to him. You were already so close, practically one, but he felt the need to pull you so much closer that not only were your bodies one, but so were your souls.

He pulls away from the kiss, hands resting on your face, "I love you," he nuzzles his nose against yours and you giggle, twisting your fingers into the curls on the back of his head, "so much." The last bit is whispered, like a quiet promise. A promise of devotion and loyalty. Something you're glad to finally have.

There's nothing in the way of him being with you. With your daughter.

"I love you more," You smile to him softly, a kiss placed on his forehead, and you push stray curls out of his face as he nuzzles his head against your chest.

taglist; @ella-fella-bo-bella @lillylvjy @sleepyburs @lotusanonymouse @lcvejoy

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #c!wibur #c!wilbur x reader #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot #c!wilbur soot x gn!reader #wilbur soot x gn!reader #wilbur soot x y/n #dsmp x reader #dsmp wilbur #dsmp wilbur soot

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER - Good Dog - BandaSunatoxReader -

DARK - Extreme pet play (actually this may not even be that) - Name calling - Slut shaming - Kindapping - NON/CON - Breeding - DARK BANDA - MDN - +18 - PLEASE READ UNDER YOUR OWN RISKS - I BELIEVE THIS IS THE STRONGEST THING I HAVE MADE -

Summary: Banda wants a pet to make him feel less lonely. Inspired by the movie "Good Boy".

"I need to take care of something, be a good girl and wait here, ok?" Banda's condescenting tone could be hear as he left you water and some food on the floor.

You did not move for a moment but seeing him waiting by the door you knew you had to.

"Woof"

"Thats my girl" and with that he was gone. Screams and pleads could be hear from afar.

Where were you? You did not know. You had met Banda by chance in a date app. And that was a big mistake. His red flags showed at the end of the night, when he pushed you against him and told you how he needed a pet to keep him company and that you would be perfect.

You never tought it would come to this.

The dog suit was uncomfortable the first days, not being allowed to go on two feets was humillating. And no words but woof or any type of sounds.

Banda had made that suit years back, when he was too deep into pet play, leaving your private parts expossed to the cold hair. Your human face was vissible. It was like these big full body pijamas. But more kinky.

You shoved your face into the food. Not taking a risk of using your hands. You had done that the first months and it had ended with you getting beaten up by him.

He would also put you on a cage. And leave you there for days, these were the worst. He left you there one entery week. Because you had talked back to him.

Now you never did that.

You were his pet, his dog. He could trow a ball and you would go after it. He would call you to pet you and you would go. He would made you suck him off (and god help you if you think on biting him) while he stalks his next victim.

Banda would also taunt you. Making dinner for two and waiting for you to make the mistake of getting up and eat with him. He would leave you a dog bed besides his own human bed looking at you while you droff to sleep, thanks to the drugs he adds to your night food.

Something he loves to do-

"Im back, I hope I dont see any food on your hands, dogs cant use them...and dont have them, maybe I should remove them?" He asked. He had blood all over his shirt and face. The woman he had brought with him must have suffered a lot.

You just whined, scared that he would mutilate you.

"Oh, I know you wont do that. You are good" Banda said getting on his knees and petting your hair. "You know...I tried having sex now but....I cant seem to get hard if its not you"

Oh- here it comes, something fucked up he likes. Fucking you in all fours, telling you to still make dog noises (but he does let you moan or scream during this).

Banda does not have to tell you to turn around, to show him your expossed pussy to him. Does not have to order you to get your ass up. You know the consequences.

"Thats it" He murmurs letting his dick out, pushing the head against your lower lips. "You feel me? Of course im not inside yet, I dont want to have to call the vet"

Oh, it almost sounds as if he cares if he hurts you. Its like he never said a thing, when with one single move he shoves his dick inside you making you bite your lips. Tears falls from your eyes as his hips bucks against yours. His dick hitting your insides as he pushes himself on top of you almost making you fall.

"I- have been thinking" he says between deep breaths. "What if I make you have pupps? Do you think I should raise them as humans or dogs?"

The question makes your stomach curl in disgust but Banda seems to like the idea, as he uses one hand to go for your clit making you let out a suprise sound.

"Maybe you alwyas wanted this? Being treated as an animal, just having to eat, sleep and do as I say, no work, no stress"

A slap over your clit made you cry out.

"Yeah...I knew you were just a slut, a slut in heat who needed to be breed"

He continues to pounds into you, your legs tremble feeling your orgams aproacching and he knows that. He makes sure you dont fall against the floor.

"Cmon...give it to me, come all over my dick and show me how much of a slut you are"

You want to fight it. You truly do, but your body responds to the basic stimulation, in seconds you are cumming around his dick.

Banda follows close, he spills his seed inside you, making sure all of it stays inside.

"You are an animal" he ends saying kissing the top of your head "I will clean you later, I still have things to do"

The beep of his phone catches your attention.

"Seems like my next play thing is here, should we get you a friend?"

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #banda sunato x reader #tw:non/con #non con #kinktober

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mcl4r3n · 1 year ago

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one thing about me is that i am never going to be able to listen to 'illicit affairs' and 'august' by taylor swift without thinking about dando

like especially the bridges in those songs just scream dando angst to me and specifically lando pining for daniel angst. i wish i could expand and explain, but thinking too hard about dando makes me fucking insane 😭

Nonnie. Oh my god. Nonnie this is fucking me up. I'm gonna. im gonna like. curl up into a ball or something because. like. okay.

tw cheating tw WAG mention so i will understand fully if you dont wanna read further than this

Just thinking about like okay so like 2021-2022 daniel and heidi are on and off again, and in the times when they're off, daniel and lando start fucking around, but like the entire shitstorm of 2022 happens yeah and now daniel is on his danbbatical of 2023 and he's taking heidi around the world with him etc etc but in the times when she's NOT with him he's hitting lando up to hook up and like lando was okay with it before, yeah, even until 2022 because like. close proximity and everything.

but like it's Different now because there's none of that. like daniel and heidi are fully Together together and lando sees the photos he posts of heidi at scotty's wedding and he hates daniel and hates her and hates himself but like. he still keeps going whenever daniel asks.

he never mentions heidi to danny, and danny never mentions heidi to him. their hookups are far and in between now because of daniel's schedule but the more time they spend apart the more lando misses him.

the more lando realizes that he is actually jealous and really does want daniel for himself and hates that he's letting himself be the side piece especially on the heels of this horrible season for him.

he starts becoming ruthless about it. he starts wearing daniel's merch (especially since heidi's been wearing daniel's merch too). he starts declaring openly that he misses daniel.

he has this warped idea that if he's more open about how he feels about daniel, it will convince him that he's the one for daniel, actually. but he'd never outright say that to danny. so he thinks he can compete with heidi, show that he's sweeter, more thoughtful, just overall better for daniel.

and then one day like after silverstone, they hookup. and like, okay, post nut clarity, daniel's lying in bed with lando's jizz on his chest and he's staring at the ceiling and he says, "heidi and i broke up."

and lando tenses up. this is the first danny has mentioned her all year. he thinks god. okay. this is it. this is finally it. he pretends he's concerned, but inside he;s rejoicing, and he hates that he is but he is. but he's still like. cautiously asking things like "oh, what happened?" "when?"

and daniel's looking at him really like. . . heartbroken.

"I told her about us."

Lando's frozen. He's like. freaking out, actually. for a whole bunch od reasons but also mainly because like he is a part of this and shouldnt he have gotten the fucking heads up that daniel was gonna tell someone else about them???? and so he's like. speechless.

"I uh. i really hurt her. and i really hurt you too. like, ive been stringing you both along and i just. i dont think—i. this is the last time we can do this."

and lando's tearing up because like. what the fuck. like this isnt what he wanted. he wanted daniel to choose him. so he says so. he says that lando doesn;t mind, that he's right here, that he wants to be with danny, but daniel leans in and kisses his cheek and says, "lando, there's a lot i gotta figure out, and i've. . . i shouldnt be with either of you. im not a good person."

and lando is confused and upset and frustrated for so many reasons, he's worrying now about heidi getting revenge, the press, everything, and daniel says, "she won't tell anyone. she won't. she promised me. and i did hurt her but she told me i needed to get my shit together first before i thought about even thinking of being with anyone else and—she's right."

and lando's chest is caving in and he's like. "so what, you fuck me one last time, didn't even tell me it would be the last time, and now you get to fuck off? why didn't you tell me this beforehand?"

and daniel is like "because you'd have tried to make me stay, and i can't stay. trust me, you don't want this—" he waves his hand around to gesture at himself. "not right now, anyway."

"but i love you. danny, i love you. you don't have to—we can just be together, like, i'm right here, we can just be together already now—"

and daniel is tearing up too and he says, "you should be with someone who isn't an asshole, lando. you should be with someone who didn't string you along and have you play second fiddle when it was convenient. that isn't me."

and now i have written myself into a corner anon and i am deeply sad and i dont know how to resolve this but for NOW it ends here like this. :(

#dando #what the fuck did i just do. why did i do this.#WHY DID I DO THIS!!!!!#why did i do this to MYSELF and to LANDO and also to DANIEL and also to HEIDI dfskjnglkrjnljknfgljnrkjfnkjrngflk #asks

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heartsoulspiritelite · 1 year ago

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Saw the barbie move last Friday IT WAS AMAZING🫶

Matt Jackson x Nick Jackson

I cringed so many times writing this. IM SO ASHAMED. But likee :) jk but brooooooo. Maybe im projecting or sum (NOT THE INCEST PART) im sorry about this, Ive read too many fics on ao3..., I know it aint a big deal but i had to take multiple break while writing this because i felt like the ghosts of my relatives were watching, man i had to take screaming breaks ;-; the writing is terrible but still. ENJOY:)

Warning- Smut, spanking- punishment, slight smut, Sibling Incest

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Close Brothers

"Nick leave me the eff alone" Matt said sharply while trying to avoid the other bucks eye contact

Matt's been acting weird ever since they got back to their hotel and nows they're trying to pack up peacefully but Matt's attitude isn't helping.

"Matt just tell me whats wrong, Why do you have to be so frustrating" Nick almost yells.

Matt freezes at this and looks at Nick with a slightly hurt expression and runs to the bathroom and locks himself him. Why wont he just tell him whats wrong? They tell each other everything. Did he do something wrong?

"Matty please.." He pleads while sitting outside the bathroom door

Hearing the pleading tone in his younger brothers voice made him feel a tad bit guilty so he unlocked the door but didn't open it and returned to his previous position .

Once Nick heard the door unlock he took that as his cue to walk in.

The sight he saw before him made his heartbreak. He saw matt curled up in a ball beside the toilet with stray tears running down his pretty face, looking up at him desperately with his boo boo eyes.

"Please tell me whats got you acting like this?" Nick asked him as gently as he could while bending down infront of his older brother.

"W-why did you let her touch you like that" He whispered

"Who" Nick asked genuinally confused

"The girl we ran into while going shopping Nick dont act stupid" He said not even looking Nick in the eye

"The worker? Matt she was just talking to us about the shoes, why does it bother you so much?" He says standing up a little annoyed

"Nick she was FLIRTING WITH YOU, IDIOT" Matt yelled getting even more upset wiping his tears

About 2 hours ago the bucks went shopping, When they were looking for new shoes one of the workers came up and totally started hitting on Nick but Nick is god damn oblivious he didn't even think about her carressing his arm or looking up at him fluttering her eyelashes but Matt did. Plus she didn't even glance at him, she was a bitch.

'Matt you're jealous" Nick stated coming to a conclusion

"Well no shit sherlock thanks for pointing out the obvious" matt replied

"Aww Matt you know im yours, you dont needa be jealous, Im sorry darling, i didn't realise she got that close" Nicks apolagizes before hugging him

He picks matt up from off the floor, brings him to bed, sits him down and stands infront of him

"But you're not going to get away with this attitude you've been pulling Matt, You've been acting like a little bitch ever since e got back. You dont trust me huh?" he says to him looking him straight in the eye, using his finger to lift his chin up

Nick knows what Matt really want, its obvious he knows his brother better than he knows himself and he can also tell because of dent in Matts pants. Of course he's going to give it to him, but not without a few punishments.

Matt freezes

"Nick i-" He tries

"Nuh uh that aint gonna fly here. Strip."

"Nick W-what?" He tries again

''What you want a audience or something? Taking your effing clothes of Matt" he orders him watching him closely

"Well i mean-" He laughs slighty before standing up to remove his shirt, then his pants, and underwears and puts them to the side then goes to stand infront of his brother and waits for his next order like a good boy would.

You'd probably imagine Matt being the top right? Well your so far from the truth. Matt loves the humiliation from the punishments, He loves being submissive. He loves letting Nick take control of him.

Nick sits down on armless chair in the middle of room after locking the hotel door and grabs Matts arms and pulls him over slowly

"Bend over." he orders

Matts wastes no time at all and bends over his brothers lap but not without putting on a little show, He makes sure his ass is perked up and bends over slowly, teasing Nick, Nick swats his ass hard and pulls him over her lap, Making him stop his actions.

He runs his hand over Matts ass and squeezes it causing Matt to moan.

"You know the safe word right" He asks just to make sure

"Yes its 'Stop' Nick" He replies rolling his eye

Nick sees this and pinches him in the side

"Ow im sorry, red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means yes" He rushes out

He doesn't want Nick to stop. he want's to be crying mess in his lap. He wants the aftercare, he wants the pleasure.

Without any warning he slaps Matt's ass. Hard.

"Count. We're doing 15, you miss a number and we restart"

Matt nods

He feels Nick pinch again

"Use your words"

"Okay daddy"

He feels Nick's dick harden beneath him and giggles

His laughter is cut short when he feels another smack on his ass

"1" he gasps

"You little slut, you love this dont you" He teases him then gives him another smack on the ass"

"2, Y-yes daddy. ohh i love it so much" he moans

He tries to hump Nick's leg to get relief

"Nuh uh, you dont get to do that get" He stops Matts movements with another harsh smack on the ass, making his own hand hurt.

"3, Oh my god oww" he cries

Nick smirks and undoes his belt, and then grabs it out of his pants

"Oh my god Nick-" Matt says watching his brothers every movement, his stomach getting worried, but his dick getting harder by the second.

Smack

"4" Matt sobs

he wants to so badly rub his ass but he knows he'll get in trouble so he refrains himself and bites his hand.

"You little whore, you love getting manhandled and put in your place huh, you love getting spanked by your little brother" Nick says to man over his lap, smirking

Matt just keeps sobbing

"Color?" Nick asks gently

"Green Nick oh my god its green please dont stop" He begs

He smacks Matts ass once again with belt then gives him a few seconds to breath

"5"

He puts the belt away and just spanks him 10 times fast.

spank spank spank spank spank

"6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15" Matt cries

he takes heavy breaths and sobs until the sting goes away a bit, his dick is still hard as hell

All he feels is pleasure. He loves this.

Nick gently helps him up until matt is straddling his lap and places his head into the crook of his neck.

He bends down and grabs lotion to rub on Matt's bottom to soothe the pain.

Matt sighs at the sensation of Nick rubbing lotion on his ass.

"You okay love?" He whispers

"Yes, thank you" He whispers back

"You're welcome but we're not finished yet baby" Nick laughs slightly at Matt saying thank you

He lifts him up and carries him bridal style over to the bed and lays him down.

Matt hisses at pain of having his ass rub against the bed.

Nick removes his clothes and joins his naked brother on the bed and crawls overtop of him.

His kisses Matt and rubs his hands over his brother pecks making Matt moan loudly.

Matt grabs the back nick's neck and deepens the kiss until he feels Nick break the kiss and lower himself down until he's face to face with his older brothers dick.

He licks a stripe down his dick and slowly licks a circle around his tip causing Matt to arch his back.

"Oh fuck" he moans grabbing at younger brothers hair.

He feels Nick mouth around his cock and pushes his head down forceably until he feels nick gag and lets go to pull his head back up a bit.

"Nicky- f-feels so good" he yells

hearing all of the noises of pleasure he brings out of his brother made him cum right then and there all over the bed.

Nick bobs his head faster down Matt's cock feeling him come close to his release.

"Oh my- im about to" he cries before cuming down Nick's throat

Nick stays in place and swallows it all down before he brings his head back up and smiles at his brother.

They both breath heavily until their breaths even out.

Nick comes to lay beside his brother and pulls him close

"Wait do you need me to" He asks refering to Nick's cock

"No no im fine i kinda already did while.." he trails off making Matt laugh

"But look im so sorry about earlier i really didn't realise what was happening, i love you so much Matty" He whispers into Matt's ear while laying on top of him.

"Its okay, i love you too" His whispers into the brothers hair, running his hands through it.

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~

#matt jackson #nick jackson #young bucks #aew imagine #oneshot #smut #im sorry #aew

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writtenin-blood · 1 year ago

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The thing about the kiss being spoiled is that it absolutely fucking sucked, we were all mad and got rid of any trace as fast as possible. Yet, most people still had in engrained in their minds and believed it to be a GOOD scene. That Aziracrow had finally kissed, all could be right in the world again but it wasn't.

It was the exact opposite

And I believe KNOWING the kiss was going to happen made it so much fucking worse. We all watched the show on the edge of our seats WAITING for it to happen and it just didn't for almost the entire season. We were scared, we knew it was real, so it must be at the season close.

But as we watched on and hit those last 20 minutes and watched as our perfect happy show was slowly unravelled by a cruel angel and cup of coffee, we knew. We knew what was going to happen and we knew it would hurt.

Our friends and family who didn't experience Every had no idea, had no idea what was going to happen. Maybe thinking Aziraphele would stay with Crowley, or that Crowley would go to heaven, or they'd have a normal fight like earlier in the season, THEY DIDN'T KNOW. We never got to experience that, we never got to experience that unknowning sway of disbelief, surprise, shock, and heartbreak.

We knew there was going to be a kiss and we hoped it was going to make everything okay.

Everything was not okay.

Regardless, it hurt so much to see them break apart, but for some reason I wouldn't trade that moment for anything because the love I and the rest of this fandom have for these silly characters is something we'd never trade. Even if it broke our hearts

#good omens #good omens season 2 #gos2 #live laugh love good omens #go2 spoilers #good god im going to curl up in a ball and scream #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens every #they fucking kissed and now im sad again #i just want them to be happy but instead im lying in bed crying

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rabbithaver · 1 year ago

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"Rabbithaver go a month without taking a joke way, way, way too personally" challenge failed

intellectually, i know it was just a joke. i consider this person a good friend and i know for a fact he would never say something to intentionally hurt me. he is a tremendously sweet and kind person. our friendship is built on playful ribbing and teasing so it's normal for us to talk to each other like this. but man my brain worms sure do know when to latch onto something huh?

i'd just started drawing tonight, and i really do not want to anymore. now i look at all my sonic artwork and think about how much it really does look like K*n P*nders' god-awful art. realism and sonic do not mesh together well at all, do they?

im gonna go curl up into a little ball and scream for a little while

#rabbit.txt #everything i've drawn just looks so gross and bad and wrong i wanna set it all on fire.#also PLEASE do not say bad things about my friend he is a very sweet person and he didn't know saying what he said would bother me this muc #its not his fault my brain is holding a loaded gun at all times #i just. ugh. UGH UGHHHH i am too sick for this i know for a fact i am not thinking clearly why is my brain reacting by imploding???

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myliteralhyperfixations19 · 10 months ago

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Dinner

warnings:18+ | Pure smut l Fluff |

wc: 980

a/n: Send me more request im tryna pump these out as fast as possible. This is kind of inspired by a dream I had. Enjoy! And Let me know what you guys think. ;)

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You don’t hear him when he walks in, too busy dancing around your kitchen to a song playing on the radio in that just one of his oversized shirts, you knew he loved whenever you walked around with nothing but one of his shirts. But at the sound of him setting his keys and briefcase down on the counter, you turn and give him a pretty little smile.

“Hey, Im just making dinner.” You pop a dollop of cream into your mouth from the bowl you’re holding and beam at him stretching your arms out and about to hug him. “How was work?”

“Hi baby,it was fine.” he grumbles in a tired voice. He can’t think straight enough to give a fuller answer, too busy staring at the way you look in his shirt “you know you’re in trouble right?”

You grow quiet as he watches you, sliding off his shoes before walking towards you. “what for?”

“you’ve got some nerve, sweetheart. Wearing my favorite outfit, looking all cute while you cook for me” he says his fingers coming to grip your chin.

You open your mouth to answer, having just enough time to squeak before his hand is palming the back of your head, and his lips come crashing down against yours.

He groans into your mouth, his hands carding down your sides touching the softest parts of you before pulling up the bottom of your shirt. You release a soft gasp when he nudges you up to hop up on the counter; his hands pulling you to the edge of the counter pulling your body flush against his as he kisses you harder. His hands slide up from the swell of your hips until they cup your breasts, his fingers squeezing them like stress balls.

“Prettiest tits,” he mumbles to himself.

You moan louder than you should, your fingers flexing around his shoulders as you come to bite at his neck lighlty. “Oh!”

You bury your face in his neck, rolling your hips over the hardness in his neatly pressed dress pants.

“Do you think you cum for me like this, sweetheart?” His lips move along your jaw, a distraction that makes your head fuzzy. His touch was so warm. you started to feel yourself getting heated and, and your thighs clench around him in anticipation—a delicious sort of ache tingling up your spine with a subtle thrust of his hips against yours.

“N-no not like this.”

“I think you can,” he coos, nosing at your neck, pressing another kiss and bite there. “Come on, be a good little girl and cum for me.”

Oh, god. You’re going to cum from this—maybe from the filth dripping from your husband’s tongue alone.

“Mmm, fuck yes. You're my slutty little princess," he said as he bit into your neck. He caught the look on your face as he sucked on your neck,knowing you were close to coming undone for him. "God, I love those delicious sounds you make,how needy you are for me baby"

Your thighs are slippery. You can feel it every time he helps you roll your hips against him, and a sticky-hot heat swirls in your abdomen, moving all the way down to your curling toes. Your heart stutters in your chest to keep up with your rapid pants.

You’re going to…You’re really going to—

His fingers twist your nipple, and like a switch, your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and you’re shaking in his lap. He helps you move against him to ease you through it, whispering tiny praises through the fog of bliss.

“So good for me.” You hear a zipper coming undone as your head slowly clears. “You can be good for me a little longer, and try to give me another, right princess?”

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equallyshaw · 1 year ago

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star crossed lovers | connor bedard

↳ oc hughes sister x connor bedard blurb + tiny insta post

↳ au masterlist!

↳ takes place in 2025!

warnings: swearing and angst. oh, and underage drinking.

been sitting on this one for a few weeks, wasn't sure if i liked it enough to post but decided to post it and get on with life lol

word count: 4.2k+

Two households, both alike in dignity...

it wasn't supposed to happen, thats what kailey kept telling herself every time she went to go see the rookie. yet each and every time, she found herself staying long and longer. before she knew it, she'd stayed a full weekend with the guy before going back to her off-campus apartment.

straight a - honors, french/spanish fluent, and lacrosse player kailey clara hughes was never meant to meet connor bedard. she never had any interest in hockey players despite her whole family and immediate friend groups being all in with it. yet here she was, absolutely head over heels for the hockey player and she knew they were doomed. partially because of who her brothers were.

or was it?

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her best friend and roommate had dragged her and another friend to a small diner in the loop one december evening before they'd all be going back home for break, and that's when the trio spotted their group. the girls had been walking past them when she noticed alex vlasic, who played with jack at usndtp and quickly shrieked. "oh my god vlassy!" she smiled widely and when alex recognized her, he quickly got up to hug her. "oh my god, you're here! I'm so happy for you, you deserve it." she said as the two pulled away. "thanks hughesy, appreciate it. hows everybody? hows mama el?" he questioned and she smiled. "they are good! she's now working with the program but with the girls program, shes absolutely loving it." she said and alex smiled widely. "that's so her, im glad." he paused seeing her friends sit down, "i wont keep you anymore. but don't be a stranger, ok?" he said and she nodded before walking to her booth. as soon as she did, all the guys looked over as alex pointed towards the blonde, and she felt like she could curl up in a ball and never be seen again. before she looked away, she caught connor's eye before he looked away.

before she went to bed that evening, she got a follow request from the one and only connor bedard. her thumb hovered over the request, before pressing accept.

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the two had been dating since janurary, so smooth sailing for 7 months when connor's name had come up on her phone while she was in the other room. her brother jack picked up being the nosy person that he is, and instantly recognized the rookie. before connor could say anything, jack hung up and screamed for the girl. she was in the kitchen with her mom, and the two were in the middle of baking chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies. she looked up from the bowl, her laugh and smile quickly falling when she saw the look on her older brothers face.

"jack?" ellen questioned, as jack stared at kailey. "jack?" kailey questioned with doe-like eyes. he shook his head, anger seething and angry tears ready to spill. "why is he calling you?!" he demanded, holding up her phone. her head tilted a bit in confusion, "stop yelling at her. calm down." quinn said from the couch to the right of kailey and their mom. "have something to tell us, missy?" jack said with his voice the same volume. "jack, stop it." ellen said and jack laughed, "you know don't you?" he asked not believing it. "know what?" luke asked coming down the stairs, "she's seeing a boy!" jack said and the boys all looked at one another before looking at kailey. "but more specifically, its who she's seeing." jack added and the boy's were confused. "oh god not one of my friends kails." luke said coming behind her to grab a bottle of water. kailey rolled her eyes, "id rather die." she said and luke shoved her a bit. "who is it though?" luke asked taking up the bar stool in front of her and their mom. her phone began to ring again, and kailey began her descent over to her brother.

"jack, give me my phone." she said and jack held it out of her reach, "jack rowden!" kailey screamed now, and jack froze. jack gave her her phone, and she quickly headed outside to the back to take it. she sat down on the dock. "kails?" connor asked softly once she appeared on the screen, "my brothers know about us." she said defeatedly and connor frowned. he knew why she didn't tell them, and he also knew how much it hurt her not too. "im sorry kails. i take it they were upset?" he said sitting up now. she nodded, "jack was angry, he yelled at me. though the other two are confused." she hummed, looking out into the lake. "im sorry lovey." he said and she nodded, looking back at the screen. "im excited to see you in a few weeks, I've been writing a list of thing-" and she cut him off, "i-i im not sure about that. something came up and uh, yeah." she said and connor's heart broke. he'd been drawing up a list of things to do and show her for the past few months, little things popping up at 2 am when he'd just be getting to bed. or when they'd be at a coffee shop or a on campus library, when the two would be studying. well, kailey would be and he'd be there to hang out and help her study. there was a running joke with her two friends, and they'd always recite mean girls to him: "he doesn't even go here." whenever they'd see him at their school.

"oh, wow. um, ok." he said a bit unsure of what to say. "yeah..im sorry connor." she said, as if it was a knife to the heart. they never used their full names, but here they were. "ill uh let you know when i can, i just need to go kill my brothers right now. ill talk to you later." she said before hanging up. as soon as she did, she broke down into tears. her blue eyes full of sorrow and guilt, knowing she'd never reach back out to him.

back in the house, all havoc broke lose. the three brothers interrogating ellen for all the information she knew. to her defense, she knew little but more than most. "boys stop. she will tell you when she's ready. don't pull this crap with her, she's already upset as it is." ellen scolded. "now get out of here, go do something. unless you'd like to help." she countered, and the boys quickly disappeared. kailey walked back into the house, slamming the back french doors and headed up to her room. "kails?" luke called but got no response. quinn came up behind jack who was busy texting, and slapped the back of his head. " ow! what was that for?" he questioned, rubbing it. "you are an ass." quinn said before making his way up to kaileys room. he knocked a few times before making his way in, and he found her in her bed sobbing into her pillow. "kiwi?" he questioned softly, bringing back to light a old nickname from their childhood. that only made her cry harder. he made his way over to her bed, and laid down facing her before pulling her into his chest. he rubbed her back, as she shook. "im sorry about jack." he said a few minutes later, and she groaned. "don't say his name." she mumbled and quinn chuckled. "but it doesn't matter anymore, there won't be any more of him." she said sitting up and facing her brother. his eyebrows creased in confusion, "you guys and your overprotectiveness! I've never been able to date anybody because there has always been something wrong about the guy..." she said pulling some hair behind her ears.

she licked her lips before restarting, "i never told you guys because i wanted to get to know him before you guys swooped in and told me no. before you guys came up with any bullshit excuse. i've never felt so loved before in my life quinnie. i've never felt so seen, heard, and protected. he genuinely cares about me, and not about getting to know you guys. not about what our last name can do for him or the association. i loved him quinn. god...and you would love him. all of you guys, but especially you. i have never once taken an interest in any hockey player, because truth be told yall are hard asses and i cant take any more than you three." she paused as quinn laughed. she shook her head, blushing.

quinn felt horrible, every word hitting heart. hard. "im sorry kiwi that you have felt that way about us for so long, that was never our intention. we usually just saw things before you realized it and we didn't want you to see those signs. but that does not excuse how you feel because its valid, you deserve all those things and more. and we should never get in the way of finding somebody that makes you happy. i just wish you told us sooner about him, especially then i would have been able to understand twisties text messages." he said waiting for her to understand. her blue eyes went wide, "wait! you knew?" she asked jumping up just a bit. he nodded with a smile, "yeah, mackenzie entwistle and i are friends still. and now i realize that you had no idea." he said laughing softly. "oh my god! oh my goddddd!" she said falling onto her back in embarrassment. "I've received a few karaoke videos from him too." and she cringed. "god stop talking q." she said covering her eyes with her hands. "i understand why you'd ghost the group chat a lot, at one point i was getting concerned and then twistie texted me something and it all made sense." he smiled, and she felt her cheeks heat up again.

quinn looked down at his little sister, as she removed her hands and brought them to her stomach. "when did you know?" he asked, and she looked towards him. "know what?" she said curiously, "that you loved him?" he asked leaning onto his side. she smiled looking up at the ceiling, "when he showed up to the depaul library a few blocks from my apartment in middle janurary, and told me he was not going to leave until i finished all my assignments. even though he had a game the next night. we didn't get out of there until 3. he still drove me back to my apartment, and then headed back to his. and then surprised me with coffee and a bagel before he went to the rink for the early game." she said smiling like a fool.

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"con, what are you doing here?" she asked looking at the time as seeing 11:58 pm. he pulled the set out in front of her in the deserted library. "i came to help you and to drive you home." he hummed pulling out a book she'd gotten him one time they were at a local bookstore. "con..you've got a game tomorrow." she said with a frown and he waved her off. "you're more important right now. your mental health is more important to me." he said not looking up from his book, and she sighed turning back to her computer. he smiled once he heard her fingers begin to type.

around 3 am he pulled into the guest parking spot, and he saw exhaustion plaguing at the girls eyes. "thankyou con, i appreciate the ride very much." she said smiling, as she unbuckled. "ofcourse. anytime." he hummed, and she leaned in. "and for helping me with my assignments." she smiled before kissing him. he placed his hand on her cheek, before pulling away. "ill see you later today." he said softly, and she nodded pecking him once more. "let me know when you get home." she said before she shut the door, and he left after she slipped into the elevator.

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"seems like you still love him, kiwi." he said and she shook her head. "I've already hurt him, there's no going back." she said sighing. "we were never supposed to be together, anyways. we were star crossed lovers. doomed from the very beginning."

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she walked back downstairs for dinner and because the smell of cookies pulled her from her room. quinn had left a little while beforehand to knock some sense into jack, and to deliver the news of the breakup. or well, kelsey's plan to ice him out. jim quickly delivered another slap in the head to jack, and jack tried desperately to defend himself. "hi kels." ellen said pulling the girl into a side hug, as kelsey looked down at the fresh cookies. "you did good." she hummed, smiling up at her mom. ellen kissed her only daughters temple before they heard the shrieking voice of jack, "k? can we talk?" he asked softly, leaning against the fridge. she sighed, looking over and jack and nodding. the two walked outside onto the deck, and Kelsey crossed her arms over her chest. the sun was setting, and she thought the lake looked gorgeous. "i want to apologize about earlier." he said coming up beside her, gauging her reaction. "i fucked up badly, and i don't think you should have broken up with him. that's not fair to him-" and she cut him off, "fair to him? him? seriously jack?" she said turning towards him with fury in her eye. the same one ellen had had many, many times over the years that was usually directed at jack.

"fair to him? what about me? every boy that I've spoken to has ended quickly because you all have something to say about them. when is it my turn, huh? when can i choose a guy and not have you down my neck about them?" she said furiously, tears beginning to pool. "i ended things so i didn't have to deal with this or anything else that you or luke have to say." she snarled before walking back into the house. quinn watched as she walked straight into the kitchen, and softly spoke with ellen. quinn was going to have to kill jack, and when his younger brother walked inside; he most certainly knew he had to.

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kailey headed back to the windy city a bit earlier then when she originally anticipated to, about a week into august she decided to randomly pack up her bedroom at her parents house and drove to the city all night. her best friend becca already settled in, was shocked to find the girl coming in and knocking things over at 3 am. her parents had been driving in from toronto so when they arrived home, she'd already been on the road for an hour. her parents confused and distraught, at the sight of her empty bedroom. quickly pulling their phones to check for her location to see it was off on 360, and quickly called the three brothers who were a the lake house. her phone was on silent as she drove through Indiana, listening to indie folk country on blast. it was around 4 pm the same day she arrived, becca opened her door to the three brothers disheveled and exhausted. they'd been up all night thinking of where she could have gone, who she could have been with, calling all their friends and contacts at the detroit airport and others across the country and canada. as soon as they saw the blonde on the couch eating cereal, they all let out a collective sigh. before they took one step inside the apartment they were met with becca who truth be told, was blood at this point. becca had become part of the family years ago, when she hit jack in the face with a hockey stick when they lived in toronto. which meant that becca was blood, in kaileys book.

"if you so dare lay a fucking finger or raise your voice ever so slightly, i will make your lives hell." she threatened the boys, making eye contact with the three to make sure they knew how serious she was. they nodded, swallowing hard. she made he most eye contact with jack, because he always had some 'witty' comeback to becca. he stayed silent. they walked in and made their way over to kailey who was confused and shocked that they were here. "thankgod you're safe." luke said sitting down next to her and pulling her into a hug. "where'd you think i was?" she said icily. "i don't know, europe?" jack said right on cue, and becca growled from the kitchen. he sat down on the other side of kailey who just stared at him with a blank expression. she then looked up at quinn, who still had yet to say something. he was livid, beyond belief. he'd been on edge since he got the phone call at 3 am from his parents, who were freaking out. "i don't feel like giving you a stern talking to right now, but don't do that again kailey. don't you ever think of doing that again." he warned and she swallowed, nodding softly. his eyebrow quirked, "yes quinn. i wont do it again. im sorry" she said and he nodded before heading outside to call his parents.

"why did you leave?" luke asked, "we were supposed to have our day together..." he added with a twinge of sadness. the two since they were young, spent the whole day together before they went their separate ways for the semester. as kids, him being pulled to hockey teams and her with soccer and lacrosse. "im sorry lukey, but i didn't want to be upset and alone in michigan any longer." she said not looking up at him. "but you have us?" jack said confused, "sometimes that isn't enough jack." she said sadly before turning her gaze towards the window, that overlooked the chicago river.

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november.

the semester was well underway, and thanksgiving break was nearing, she'd soon be heading up to vancouver to spend it with her brother while her parents went to newark. she was walking up the stairs to her floor, with a dunkin iced americano in hand, a bagel while her back ached with a 100 pound back pack. she had a few hours before her and becca would be going out to a bar near campus, where the two could slip in before they started to check for id's.

a few hours later they were slipping inside, ready to party one last time before break. they reached their friend group, saying hi to everybody before heading over to the bar to order a drink. some indie folk country student singer had just begun to sing a song, and kelsey's heart swooned. she started swaying to the song as becca was complaining about a guy she had been hooking up with for a few weeks at that point. "who is it?" kelsey asked looking over at her texts that her friend was showing her, "reichel?" kelsey said with wide eyes and becca nodded. "oh fuck. right." she said turning back to thank the bar tender. "how much?" she questioned and the bartender just pointed to the right of them, and she smiled at the guy. she saluted him with her drink, before turning away with becca. they headed back to their group before the girls wanted to get to the dance floor, which the cute guy that brought their drinks was just walking up as well.

"thankyou for the drinks!" she said over the song as the two found their way next to one another. he nodded, "ofcourse! did my one good deed for the day!" he joked and she blushed, "you used it on me?" she faked fawned, "i feel so honored." she grinned, "maybe you've got one more?" she said cheekily as his eyes lit up. she smirked, plopping his cowboy hat off of his head and slid it onto hers. "your welcome." he smiled twirling her as the two started dancing. "cant help it when i see a cowboy hat, they're a weakness of mine." she hummed before he dipped her.

connor watched from the corner of the bar, as the two danced with each other. him and some of the younger players all decided to go out for the evening, and connor was regretting as soon as he saw her walk through the door with becca. reichel had no idea she was there until, he saw her on the dance floor. in which as soon as he saw, he hurried over to surprise her. "dude just go up to her." vlasic said, his shoulder hitting connors. connor shook his head, "you've been a sad puppy all summer. go!" mackenzie entwistle said and connor sighed, before following the blonde to the bar. "can i get a water?" connor asked the bartender and they went to go fetch a bottle. "connor?" he heard to his left, the soft and angelic voice of kailey hughes. "hi kailey." he said turning towards her, and he saw soft smile begin to form. "hi." she said before taking the seltzer from the bartender, and he took her card to the register. "seems like everybody knew about reichs and becca but me." she said walking up next to him. he nodded, "its been a long and busy summer without you that's for sure." he spoke before he could catch himself. she nodded, taking the card from the bartender. "well uh, i should get back out there." she said pointing towards her friend group and she caught the eye of the guy, she'd been dancing with. his cowboy hat giving his location away. "wanna say hi to the guys?" he questioned and she hesitated, "come on they miss you." and she obliged.

kailey and connor didnt leave eachothers side that evening, spending the evening catching up with one another. connor also being interested in her studies and the semester as much as she was interested in how his season had been going. she also confessed that her brother quinn knew about the because of mackenzie, which earned a few chuckles from the guys. connor, kailey, becca and reichel made there way outside around 1 am and began their descent back to the apartment. but not before becca begged to take a picture of the two next to the sign, that stood outside of the bar. "come on cowboy." kailey hummed and he quickly dipped her; catching her by surprise.

"lets go home now." becca said pushing the two in front of her and lukas.

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december.

the long awaited game between the devils and hawks rolled around, with her parents taking a trip to see their kids all in one spot for the evening. connor picked up kailey from her apartment, two hours before puck drop so that her parents could see connor again and so she could catch up with her brothers just a bit too. afterwards, regardless of who won or lost; the hughes family were getting together for dinner with connor. oh, and quinn would be put on facetime at some point too.

"no devils jersey tonight, huh?" luke said with a smirk as he saw the famous chicago jersey, donned with 98. she rolled her eyes hugging him, and then jack came out and hugged her as well. "don't go too hard on him jacky, or i will cut your hair off while you sleep this summer." she joked and jack saluted her, knowing she was somewhat serious. "quinn said he's watching from van, so this game should be interesting." jack joked and she slapped his arm. "mom!" jack said rubbing his arm, and ellen just laughed. "hughesy!" nico called as he walked out of the visitors lockerroom, "heard you were gracing us with your presence tonight." he joked as she pushed her brothers aside to hug the swiss. "can never pass up an opportunity to grace everybody as the best hughes." she said sticking her tongue out at jack who did the same. "well we will leave you to it, we'll see you later. have fun!" ellen said as nico walked away. "choke." was all kailey said, faking a look of seriousness. "buh bye!" luke said pushing her away, and jack flipped her off. kailey puckered her lips, shrugged before turning around and walked to the stands with her parents.

everybody on the broadcast teams, got many shots of the hughes family. and most importantly, the jersey the youngest hughes was donning. she cheered loudly as connor was introduced, she cheered when he scored his two goals, and when the hawks won 3-1 over her brothers. as connor was introduced as the first star of the game, he quickly found where she was sitting and winked at her. she rolled her eyes playfully, before cheering once again. the three waited a bit as the fans filtered out, before she went to find connor and her parents towards her brothers. as soon as she saw connor, his whole face lit up and opened his arms to hug her. "you did so good, hun!" she said softly, before kissing his cheek. he looked down at her, still smiling before pecking her. "lets go find my family." she said pulling her hands in his, and they made their way over towards the visitor's area. "will they be like, upset?" connor asked as they turned a corner. "upset?" she questioned looking up at him. "that we won." he clarified and she giggled. "no, but im sure jack will have a comment to say about you blocking his shot." she teased and she saw connor tense up a bit, "im kidding. besides, my mom has no problem telling him off so you're good." she hummed before she turned and saw her family waiting for her. luke's face lit up, and dawned a smile as he saw kailey come into view. "sick goals tonight." luke said first as they came face to face. "thanks man. your one shift was sick, we were all in awe on the bench." connor responded, and the four guys all fell into a conversation about the game. which meant they were all hyping each other up, or the word jack would use is gassing.

ellen wrapped an arm around her daughter, and smiled once they looked at each other. "i like him." ellen whispered and kailey giggled. "i think you have some competition." kailey hummed as they watched her brothers and dad conversing with the boy she loved.

sure, they may be young but she knew she'd found the one.

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the two walked into connor's apartment a few hours later, and quickly got ready for bed. the two found eachother's arms as soon as she got into bed, and looked out at the city lights that were somewhat dimmed from the window tint. "you have fun?" he asked and kailey nodded. "yeah, though im sure my brothers had even more fun." she giggled turning to face him. he smiled down at her, "i think you've got two new fangirls." she added which caused him to laugh. "cheeky." he said kissing her forehead. "i love you." she said and then shot herself in the foot. "well good thing, cuz i never stopped." he said meeting her eye. she smiled, "me neither." she hummed before pulling him in for a kiss.

two star-crossed lovers, one a canadian superstar, and one an american- from a royal hockey family. they would not see the fate that shakespeare wrote about all those years ago, but one that would bring together some of the most powerful and well-respected names in hockey.

"For never was a story of more beautiful, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo,"

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@kaileyclara: november 🤍

tags: connorbedard, madisenbedard and beccamurphy

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@trevorzegras: WHAT @alexturcotte: you didnt know? @trevorzegras: how does alex know about everything before me? @kaileyclara: cuz youre bad at keeping secrets t

@jackhughes: chipmunks seriously? @kaileyclara: it was that or the other meme... @jackhughes: i like this one better @_quinnhughes: so glad you're happy blondie @kaileyclara: thankyou q! i am (:

@lhughes_06: you cant dance for shit @kaileyclara: you cant either bud

@connorbedard: had a feeling you were gonna make a meme out of me @trevorzegras: its her love language @connorbedard: so I've learned @kaileyclara: you breathe and it can be turned into a meme i stg @beccamurphy: i mean...

@lukasreichel: I like the brunette @kaileyclara: i think she likes you too bud!

@elblue6: love you two! @connorbedard: love you mama el! @kaileyclara: 🫶🏻 @melanieb: so grateful for you guys! @elblue6: same here, cant wait for our girls trip! @kaileyclara: shes even circled it on my wall calender @melanieb: me too! @madisenbedard: omg she did the same on mine!

@madisenbedard: sister 🥺 @kaileyclara: the one i never had 🥺 @melanieb: we just adore you kailey! see you soon

@kaileysfriend: he doesn't even go here @beccamurphy: connor the student

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eatpastaandrunfast69 · 10 months ago

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the way i screamed of joy and horror when i saw i was tagged on a music tag game im gonna tagggg uhhhh @autisticempathydaemon @everything-redacted-and-others

🗣️ALL HAIL SIOUXSIE need i say more???

strawberry switchblade is the best thing since ever like JUST LISTEN TO THEYRE STUFFF

is this the only Olivia Rodrigo song I listen to? yes because i feel it on a very deep personal level like this song is literally me??? Olivia stop stalking me?? im homeschooled too???? hello???

HANDS ON YOUR KNEES ANGELINA JOLIE

ITS STRAWBERRY SWITCHBLADE also this song itches my brain bbg 😘

this song is criminally underrated C R I M IN A L L Y

Heyyy, 'Ronica

Eww.

You've got a left hand.

Use it.

Don't talk mean like that

You'll hurt their feelings

You make my balls so blue

You hurt them badly

You make my balls so blue

They're hanging sadly

What did they do to you

That you hate them so?

Don't run from me

They're all beat up

Like a tackling dummy!

They long for your embrace

They're warm like mittens

They'll curl up on your face

And purr like kittens

You make my balls so blue

Just look at them glow

They're begging you!

Don't make my balls so blue

Mmm...

Heather? Heather!

Open the door.

Oh no, oh no no no!

Mmm...

Open the door!

Oh no, oh no no no!

You make my balls so blue

(Ooo.. so blue!)

So please say hello

(Ooo...)

Hold 'em

Enfold 'em

And never let go!

(Yeah!)

Once you were geeky

Oo!

And nerdy

Oo!

But they knew

Oo!

You're dirty

Oo!

You've set them

Oo!

On fire

Oo!

Whatever you require they'll do!

(Ooo... ah!)

So take 'em home to meet your parents!

They'll wear a suit and tie

And a fancy collar

They'll sing a lullabye

La la la la la!

Please make these balls not blue!

Just for a while!

Can't wait 'til later

My pants are rubbing like a

Hot cheese grater!

Look. Booze. Drink!

Thank you so much!

They will protect you

Defend you

Respect you

Befriend you

Like Winnie-the-Pooh!

Winnie-the-Pooh!

Baby, baby, baby!

They're so blue!

My balls will work for you

They will obey ya!

They really need rescue

Like Princess Leia!

Baby, you gots to come through

Teach them to smile

You've got no clue

How much these two

Depend on you

Please help them through!

My balls are in your court!

Yeah!

(You make them balls so blue!)

You make my balls so blue!

(You make them balls so blue!)

Aw!

Ow!

You make my balls so blue!

(You shake them, you quake them,

You break)

Good God, my balls

You make my balls so blue!

Look it! Look at it!

Look at it! Look it!

(You take them, you make them,

Crissake them)

You make my balls so blue!

Please make their dreams come true

And make these balls not blue!

Yeah!

need i say more?

for when sadness is a thing or i just wanna sing idk i think this song is a good song for me to sing like i sound good doing it idk

LET ME TAKE YOUR HANDS IM SHAKING LIKE MILK (Robert Smith is my religion /j)

why am i crying?????????????

anyways have a nice day my music taste is ngl sub par at best

Music Tag Game!

Thank you so much @running-tweezers for tagging me 💕💕😭

Rules: On Repeat playlist, shuffle, post the first 10 songs

Im gonna tag people up here cause this post feels too long lol: @mokozroach @bubblergoespop @ilaria-jinx and anyone else who wants to do this (tag me, i love getting new music recommendations)

Alright let’s get into it!

….outting myself as an emo kid right out the gate I see. Sometimes I wanna feel like an angsty middle schooler and that’s okay

I absolutely adore Noah Kahan. Stick Season is one of my albums of all time, hands down

This song has me in a chokehold. Get it? Chokehold? Im fun at parties. ANYWHO Sleep Token 🥴 There is something so alluring about their music. I wanna bite it

Heavy pop does it for me sometimes. If you go listen to their other new song, Brag, there’s a speaking bit that kinda sounds like Huxley

SPEAKING OF. 1:10 for those interested.

Hell Yeah. This song is sung entirely by Poppy and she does a phenomenal job. I love Bad Omen’s social commentary

Also outing myself as a kpop stan got it cool cool. This song is actually my roman empire. I have thought about it since the first performance video came out in like 2017

This wouldnt be a song post on my blog without these guys. I love them so so much

I recently learned this song has an acoustic version and ive never been happier. It’s lowkey got me 🥴🥴 somethin bout it hits different

And ending on my favorite song at the moment! I swear this rewired something in my brain the first time i heard it. The chorus does things to me

#my bsf calls me emo lmao #Spotify

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stupidthoughtsinwriting · 2 years ago

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He isn't here anymore (Loki)

Summery: Comforting the son you were left with after the aftermath of the blip, you deal with the grief and memories that come as you as you reassure your son

I dunno what appropriate warnings to put on this so just be warned thats its very angsty and deep. sorry in advanced.

Im posting this before i do anything else and ruin it but after months of tinkering i present this....

Screams woke you from your light slumber. Never been much of a heavy sleeper, your ears instantly registered the fear filled screams coming from the other room. It pained you to hear the horrible echoes of the poor thing wailing dead at night. Quickly throwing the covers off, you ran from your room, sped out the halls to his, where you knew the cries of agony resonated.

Slowing your movements by the door, you knocked and called out his name, but his shrieks muffled out your calls. Slowly opening the remaining barrier restricting you from helping him, you caught sight of the room dim but the soft glow of moonlight, though shrouded by rain, seeping in the room. The glow was enough to help you make out figures and that’s where you saw the boy. Hiding in the dark corner of the room, by the dressers, curled up in a tight ball, screaming in agony. You slowly walked over, calling his name again and again to get his attention but your calls never broke through.

‘Sleipnir’ you called softly, desperate to calm the boy without scaring him anymore. He had his head bowed down his knees, arms hugging his legs like a lifeline, the poor boy was shaking. It pained you to see the child in anguish, in pure distress as you stay unharmed. He may not be your blood, but he was your child.

The poor thing was in complete torment, devised by his own mind from the tortures he’s had to endure due to his years as the revolting god Odin’s steed. To be taken from his mother’s grasp just after birth was enough but to be in the peak of battle at such a young age, such traumas would already be a heavy burden to man of right age but a meagre child? The mere thought of it haunts your very being, down to your bones. You couldn’t possibly imagine what he was going through, and you wouldn’t let anyone themselves think otherwise. He’s just a child. Looks to some would parallel to a five-year-old and he is. He's just at the right age to be a five-year-old in Midgardian standards. To play out with children, to study with others in preschool, to paint with their tiny hands, that’s what he should be doing. Not to suffer every moment haunted by the past but to enjoy life freely.

He’s just a child. You often wondered how he copes with the horror of his past. He’s young, you couldn’t imagine how, even if he could think through his thoughts thoroughly. You thought highly of him, just as clever as his mother and admired his strength through all of it but you worried how he is. How he handles or grasps what happened. You’re there for him but you remember it being hard to think thoroughly at such a young age. You barely remember anything from your youth, but you were sure you hardly ever thought of anything too seriously.

You love the boy to bits. He’s as much as your child as Loki’s. You’d protect him with your life even with the expense of it. You loved him as such to know he didn’t deserve any of this. Children never asked to be born, it’s the parents who bring them to this world. Though they’re grateful, they never asked to be born to slave away, to be born in such poor conditions, to live what will be a terrible life but their thankful. They make do with what they’ve got and the hardships but do parents ever really consider what will happen to them? Children are forced out of the world and others are born with privilege, but the other half are born to slave away for their keepings. It’s the hard truth in the universe and they deal with it.

You never faulted Loki for introducing you to this blessing of a lifetime. Through good days, Sleipnir is bright as the sun, clever as can be and as humorous as possible, all traits inherited from his mother and you were grateful for that. Through dark times though, the memories of battle with Odin plagued his memories, the harsh sting of a lashing as punishment eerily crawled up his skin, sending him with a harsh tug of reminiscence back to the painful torment. It wasn’t uncommon to happen during daylight but nearly every night in his first few months with you, you and Loki woke to his screams in the middle of the night and came rushing to his aid. He didn’t get much sleep for months and survived on the naps he took during the day in Loki’s arms. It worried you both, resulting in letting him sleep in your bed, held tightly by either of you but more often in Loki’s arms. He’d still wake, thrashing but was quickly comforted by Loki’s words.

You loved the boy so much but if you could have spared him the tortures, the nightly plagues, you would have let him go. If you were his mother and had at least thought of a single thing hurting him, let alone this, you would have spared him this world. He never deserved this, he’s been nothing but kind to those around him, following the instructions of others, never once breaking a rule in fear of punishment… you thought the child too pure for this world.

You knew Loki had his regrets for not protecting him and you understood, however the thoughts you had would only send him deeper into self-loathing, you couldn’t do that to him. You love them both so much, you’d rather die than hurt the ones you love.

‘Sleipnir’ you called again, taking a careful step closer, not wanting to startle the boy. He still had his face buried deep on his knees but by the third call, his screams lowered in volume due to the strain of its harsh use enough so that he could hear your soft pleas. He lifts his head hesitantly, his gorgeous ebony locks, much like his mothers, fanned at the front, covering most of the red, tear-streaked face of a beautiful young boy. His shrieks quieted down slowly as he tried to get through the fog of tears clouding his eyes.

Once he saw you, hesitant as if to not disturb an animal, crouching, just a few paces away from him, he straightened his neck, wanting to get a good look to see if there were no threats of Odin and only you. You noticed his vigilance, much like his mothers. You would have admired the likeness but due to the circumstances, you knew he looked out for fear of danger and threat. Taking another step, you announced yourself.

‘Kjæreste’ (darling) you started, knowing the familiar calling would help ease him a bit.

‘y/n?’ he questioned, not truly believing what his eyes showed.

‘Ja det er bare meg kjære. It’s only me. ingen dårlig fyr. No pain. ingen smerte’ (Yes it’s me darling/no bad guy/no pain) you affirmed. He still looked cautiously, purely out of fear.

‘No. men han var der, he to take me. han der’ (but he was there/he there) he pointed right beside the bed. You looked over and saw nothing, but his sheets thrown to the ground. He started to sob harder, and you looked back at him, seeing the crystal shimmer down his soft cheeks.

‘Nei han er borte. Gone darling.’ (no he’s gone) you said slowly standing back up, moving beside the dresser to turn on the nightlight. A soft light, the colour of morning dawn brightened the room. It helped the boy see more clearly, that the bad man wasn’t there anymore and only you.

‘See no more. He’s gone. det er bare meg som ser ut’ (it’s just me look) you keened, slowly moving back towards him. He was still trembling as he took a good look at the room. He saw nothing out of place save for the blanket and you.

‘Det er bare meg, it’s just me. han er ikke her lenger’ (It’s just me/he isn't here anymore) you continued, taking the last few steps until you’ve reached him. You went on your knees and held back on touching him at first, knowing your lesson after you did so, what seemed like a long time ago. He watched your every move, still wary and unsure of his safety.

A soft smile shaped your lips as a finger carefully swiped the hair on the front of his face, tucking it behind his ear to reveal the beautiful though red and tear-streaked face of your adopted son.

‘It’s just me darling’ you assured, letting your fingers brush away the fallen tears decorating his soft cheeks. His tears never ceased so you let them flow, knowing he needed to set them free so instead, you opted on cradling his cheek, letting your digits stroke the delicate features, all to similar to a certain god of mischief.

The touch reminded him of the ones his mother used to comfort him with. The careful caress of your fingers were much like his mamas and the kind smile you offered brought him back to the nights much like this when Loki was the one that came to console him from his nightly terror.

He leaned in the warmth of comfort you seemed to provide and your heart swelled at the sight. You kept the welled-up tears of your own at bay whilst you continue to comfort the snivelling boy.

‘Det er greit, det er bare meg. Its’ just me’ (it’s okay, it’s just me) you repeated as the child let out a whimper.

And just as the words were spoken, loud clap of thunder rang, causing the child scream out of fear and jump at you, nearly causing you to fall back. The rain tapped the windows more harshly as you wrapped your arms around the shaking boy. His cries increased in volume and there wasn’t any hope in stopping the tears anymore.

Another clash sounded and the remaining light in the room flickered. Every clap of thunder that wrang the town they lived in sent the boy whimpering each time, the horrid feel of the whip Odin used to get him to submit and obey stung his skin. Every crash brought a flash of memories the boy so desperately tried to forget.

It pained you to see him that way. You didn’t know what to do but hold him tighter. Your son was in pain and all you wished for is to take it all away. To let you suffer instead of the poor boy in your arms but when were the gods or the universe ever so kind.

You cursed Thor for the raging storm as a hand moved up and down Sleipnir’s back. He had his head buried deep in the crook of your neck. Tears soaked the tunic you wore as his tiny hands clung on to you for dear life. You tried to console him, whispering words of reassurance, telling him he was safe, but you doubted he heard you over the roaring tempest let alone his sobs.

‘Shhh, it’s okay darling. det er greit, jeg er her. det er bare onkel Thor, it’s okay’ (it's okay, I’m here/it's only Uncle Thor) you whispered in his ear, raking your fingers through his unruly raven hair.

You stayed like that for a while, never moving from your spot on the carpeted floor. You didn’t know how long it took, but you waited until the storm eased to even shift your position. The movement sent him whining though, he hugged you tighter, gripping you tight enough, I’d be very difficult to even try to pry him off you.

He let out a whimper, the motion made him think you were pulling him off you, getting sick of his clinginess but he couldn’t lose you. He’s scared of losing you. You cared for him whenever he needed, comforted him when he was scared out of his wits from a nightmare, he loved you just as much as he loved him mama and he couldn’t lose that.

‘Noo, Mummy stay’ he cried, holding you tighter. The tears you desperately held back streamed at the name. He’s never called you that before, you were always y/n to him but to be called his mummy is an honourable pleasure you will cherish till the day you die. You held him tighter; your grip rivalling his as you comforted him to the best of your abilities.

‘I’m not going anywhere darling. jeg er her, jeg er her. jeg skal ikke noe sted.’ (I’m here, I’m here/ I’m not going anywhere) you said, gently scratching his scalp. The boy cried harder, wrapping his arms around your neck as you gave him a kiss on the temple.

‘It’s okay, det er greit jeg er her, I’m here Kjæreste’ (It’s okay I’m here/darling) you whispered, laying your head against his before trying to pull back. He whined and fought to stay in the safety hidden by your hair, but you coaxed him and explained the matter.

‘Shhh its okay darling. It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere’ you repeated, pulling him gently off your shoulder and cradling his head in your hands. There you held a young boy, tear filled eyes, bloodshot and puffy, small rivers streaming down flushed cheeks and a small bright red button nose stuffed to the brim. The look of absolute fear held in those ocean eyes crushed your heart, but you forced a soft smile on your lips, wiped the dripping snot with the sleeve of your tunic and kissed the top of his head. He melted in your hold, finally feeling the absolute love you held for him in every form of affection you gave and the safety you promised him long ago.

‘I, we have to move though Kjæreste’ (darling) you explained, letting your fingers wipe the tears that flowed. He whined at the word move, but you quickly assured him.

‘Just off the floor Kjæreste. Maybe to my room, where you’ll stay with me in bed’ (darling) you offered, knowing he was too scared to be alone on his own. He looked at you with those beautiful blue green teary eyes, making sure you weren’t going and leaving him before giving you a faint nod. Your grin grew a bit wider as you wiped the continuously -though reduced- flowing tears for the last time -or atleast for the time being- and placed a longing kiss on his head, wanting him to assure that you weren’t going anywhere.

‘Vil at jeg skal bære deg søt?’ (Want me to carry you sweet?) you asked. He nodded more eagerly, knowing to wrap his arms around your neck tightly and carefully around your waist. He hid his head back on the crook of your neck, still letting out soft sniffs as a hand went to his back once again to caress the curve of his spine. Stilling the movement as you stood up, you quickly bent to get the green blanket -one that used to be the cape of your husbands- thrown to the ground and grey wolf stuffie from the bed before you made your way to your room.

You opted to sit on the rocking chair near the window first, well aware how the gentle rock helped him calm down. Sitting down, you nudged the nose of the wolf to his cheek, making him turn and see the toy. With your signature kind smile, you gave him the cuddle toy and he held it very close to himself, laying his head on your shoulder as he admired the plush. You covered him with his blanket, making sure he was comfortable and secured before you leaned back on the chair.

He still let out small sniffles, holding the wolf gifted by his mama close to him as your fingers moved the few stray strands of hair the fell and covered his face. You gave him another peck on the head, resuming the gentle caress of your hand on his back, in tune with the chair as you laid your head on his.

You figured on humming a tune, an Asgardian song Loki used to sing to you and used as a lullaby for Sleipnir. You haven’t done it before, but it seems to be working as he was relaxing in your hold. He removed a hand from his grip on the toy and laid it across your chest, gripping the tunic and some of your skin, tight. You melted at the small gesture, surely unnoticed by him but meaning the world to you.

‘I miss mamma’ he whispered out of nowhere. You lifted your head to look at him, but he let his head stay where it was, he didn’t move so you placed your head back. He hasn’t spoken to you about this before, but you understood.

‘I miss him too’ you replied, merely a murmur but he heard.

Three and a half months ago, half of the living people in the universe disappeared. Thanos used the infinity stones to wipe out half of all living creatures with just the snap of his fingers. Loki was among the half that got dusted.

You were far away from the battle, out here in your little cottage in Norway with Sleipnir. You begged him to not go when the news of Odin’s absence in Asgard reached your home. Sleipnir was frightened out of his wits when he heard the name but you both comforted him, telling him the bad man was never going to see let alone hurt him again.

Loki had to go. He had to. Not only look for his father but to see to the people of Asgard. He promised to be back in a short while, he just had to do this. He promised it wouldn’t be long, that he’d be back before you knew it and stupidly, you reluctantly agreed.

It turned out that Odin wasn’t far from your home. That he perished just up the cliff, near the neighbouring village of the one you took residence in. That his death caused the release of his estranged daughter and her massacre on Asgard. That the only way to stop her was to trigger Ragnarök and destroy the Realm Eternal.

It turned out that on the way back here on Midgard, their ship was attacked by Thanos and his sick children. They got a lot of the people into escape pods but there was already so much death. Less than half of those that survived Hela’s destruction made it to the escape pods, Valkyrie in lead of them. They turned up on Midgard’s orbit a month after but the few heads that stayed on the vessel barely made it or didn’t at all.

You knew something wasn’t right days after Loki’s departure and your suspicions were confirmed when you heard screams in the village nearby. The people were disappearing but your heart truly broke when a knock came to your door. Cautiously with the dagger you were given to protect yourself with, you answered and met the bloody god of thunder. He looked awful, truly worse for wear but the look of grief that painted his face told you faster than whatever words he were to utter.

You broke, only for a second. A hand covered your mouth as you slid down to the floor, dropping the dagger beside you as quiet muffled screams left you and tears streamed from your cheeks. The tantrums you wanted to act on diminished when you heard the soft call of your name. Hastily wiping the tears from your eyes, you turned around to see the raven-haired boy peaking his head out from the corner, holding tightly on to his wolf.

Thor told you what happened after you put Sleipnir to bed that night. He told you everything. How Loki fought bravely and honourably. How he saved the people. How you and Sleipnir were a constant thought and mention, whenever in conversation. How he had to face Thanos. How he made Thor promise to protect you both when he was gone.

You let him stay in the cottage, to get himself cleaned up and to stay the night. You asked him to watch over the oblivious sleeping boy as you just had to get out. You screamed when you reached the top of the cliff. You let out all the hurt and grief you felt but you couldn’t do much. You couldn’t let yourself stress too much on the matter, but it was hard. You cried all the tears you could and screamed till your throat ached, but you had to take care of yourself. You couldn’t lose yourself and he wouldn’t want that. You still had Sleipnir and this just added to the mountain of grief he’s already experience, so you couldn’t lose yourself, for him, for both them.

Stalking back to your home, you quickly checked on your husband’s son before you cried yourself to sleep, holding his pillow tight against you and soaking it with tears.

Loki was brilliant. He was a perfect parent to Sleipnir. He had his faults and mistakes, but he was perfect. You missed the nights where he held you close, tightly wound in his arms or the nights where he took Sleipnir back to bed with him, the boy encased in his mother’s embrace while still having a hold on you. Always so doting to the both of you. How he loved you both so much and how you loved him back, you missed him. So so much.

‘I miss him so much’ you added, stumbling over your words as tears sprung to your eyes. The boy lifted his head to see you in the brink of breaking, so he shifted to wrap an arm around your neck and plant a kiss on your cheek.

‘I love you mummy’ he spoke tiredly, scratching an eye before letting his hand settle back around your neck. He laid his head on your clavicle, burrowing himself on your neck just like how his mother did before falling asleep.

Tears poured at the young boy’s confession. It was hard for him to open up, even to Loki but you were slowly breaking through his walls and now you’ve reached the other end. Like the many other forms of affection he’s presented this night, this was a new one. He’s never told you he loved you, but you knew he did in his own way, he didn’t have to say it. But to hear it is just another thing.

‘I love you too Kjæreste’ (darling) you replied, placing a kiss where your lips could reach and pulled him closer.

You hummed the song again until you reached the part where the lyrics came. Singing softly, you remembered the times Loki serenaded you with the very same song, pulling you to your feet, swaying to the delicate melody he sang angelically. You remembered how he changed the gentle ballad to lively music, the sound of your laughter mixing with the song as he pranced around after having a few too many pints of mead. How he shifted the song into a lullaby, you standing hidden behind the door as he hymned the song to the boy in his arms.

Men trærne de danser

Og fossene stanser

Når hun synger, hun synger

Kom hjem

Men trærne de danser

Og fossene stanser

When she sings she sings come home

You let the chair rock back and forth, drawing abstracts on his back. Feeling his breathing relax, you closed your eyes, your memories drifting to the first night you caught the sight of your husband lulling his son back to sleep after another tormented nightmare.

He held him close, the boy tightly clasped in his mother’s embrace, head laid on the crook of his neck and his tiny arms wrapped around it, the sight warmed your heart. Loki had his back on the headboard, head laid lightly on the boy’s head as you heard him hum the lullaby.

I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger: når kommer du hjem?

Men trærne de danser

Og fossene stanser

Når hun synger, hun synger

Kom hjem

The memory of him holding the boy tighter just as he finished the song played in your head and unconsciously you did the same. The child had fallen asleep in his arms, finally a look of peace painted in that gorgeous feature. He planted a kiss on his head, staying a little bit longer with him whilst you went back to your room.

Now you held his boy in your arms. The slow even huffs of air you felt on your neck was enough indication that he’d finally fallen asleep. You continued rocking the chair and moving a hand up and down his back as you placed a lingering kiss on the top of his head.

The longing for your late husband bared as unknown tears shed. He was so much like his mother. The nightly terrors you helped Loki himself nurse were full of you whispering words of comfort and him wrapped tightly around you. The mother and son were alike in ways some only you would notice and you cherished each and every single similarity to heart.

Wiping away the tears that fell, that usually were kissed off by your beloved, you held the boy tight, securing the blanket on him before standing up and moving to the bed. You sat on the edge, him still in your arms as you swung your legs up on the mattress. You knew the boy wouldn’t allow you off his grip and learned from times before that it was better to keep him in your hold.

You toed the duvet up to cover at least your legs as you settled your boy beside you, pulling up the green fabric of his comforter, resting it just on his shoulder and laying his head on your arm. A hand was still firmly clutched on his wolfie, so you let the other draped over your chest, his grip on the tunic tightening one placed.

His hold was possessive. Either a show of his need and love for you or his protectiveness, you felt both and you just knew Loki would be so proud of him for protecting and just being there for his mummy. You couldn’t bare the thought of being alone after the snap. You would have writhed in your grief and lose yourself if you had not had your children. You barely would have had the will to continue on without a purpose but yourself. It’s selfish down to the bone but you felt its truly how you felt. Without the boy in your arms or the child your darling husband left as his final gift to you, you couldn’t imagine a future without your family. You thanked every god that heard you for blessing you with a purpose and keeping your children safe. It was just enough to dull the ache of losing Loki and keep yourself together but the grief stayed and you just knew that it would stay there for a very long time.

Maybe he’d be proud of you too, for taking care of yourself and pushing through the grief so to take care of your family. For persevering through every trouble thrown your way and still standing out strong, still taking care of yourself for the kids. You knew he would have wanted you to live for yourself as well, but you just couldn’t do it. You’d live for the memory of him but if you had nothing, you wouldn’t be here, not without him.

These were the thoughts you used to cope. The belief that your prince would be proud of what you’ve done. For keeping the people he loved the most safe and cared for.

You feared the thoughts that dwelled in your mind, his fury for being so careless with his offspring’s and his beloved. You feared the look of disappointment that would paint his face if he ever saw you lose yourself and you feared that too. Losing your self wasn’t an option but you feared the day that you might or might have.

A hand continued the ministrations on the boy’s back, moving up and down while the other went to your protruding bump. The usual soft fluttering you felt becoming more and more sensible as the babe gained its strength and started moving around. A small grin drew your lips as the baby started kicking lightly.

‘It’s okay darling, I’m okay. Only big brother with a nightmare’ you whispered, caressing your stomach right where the child kicked. You’ve grown to learn that the baby grew a bit restless when it sensed that something wasn’t right, much like its father.

The foetus is only 5 months old, but your bump would be mistaken for a woman farther along in her gestation. You’ve heard from the surviving elders of Asgard that the babe is rather small for a Jotun but considering the child is half mortal and that Loki was rather small as a babe himself, you thought it normal. You were still big, but you loved the child and couldn’t wait for them to be born.

You were 6 weeks long when you told Loki and the gleam in his eyes was worth every pain you were in. He held you in a tight embrace as tears brimmed both your eyes before he lifts you high, much to your surprise. With a yelp, he spun you around the room, chuckles and laughter leaving both your lips as you begged him to put you down.

Following your pleas, as soon as your feet touched the floors, his lips captured yours. He poured every ounce of love and gratitude he held into the kiss, holding you so carefully as the thought of carrying such sacred cargo bared in his mind.

What you’d give to feel those lips on yours again. The sight of stunning emerald orbs staring back with such love and fondness…

You looked around the room, what used to be your shared bedroom, lighted only by the dim lamp you’ve turned on after coming back with Sleipnir. The rain had eased to a light shower, ceasing its harsh beating on the windows and letting the raindrops race to the bottom.

The room or the house itself lost its light when Loki… passed. The laughter filled halls now screamed silently with only two souls managing the home, both grieving the loss of a loved one. A shadow hung around and dimmed the room like never before with the house’s master gone and entertainment had been scarce, but you did your best to bring life back to your home through no success.

This will always be your home. The memories so carefully made and savoured were rooted in this lodging. The late-night dances to the moonlight, the afternoons spent colouring and playing in the living room with both your boys, and the lazy mornings where the whole of your family snuggled up on the couch to either watch a film of sorts or the snow fall. These memories were all made in this cabin you and Loki worked so hard on building, you’d fight to protect the last few gifts your darling has left you with.

The green tunic of his that you wore was damp with mixtures of snot and tears. Both from your own tears and the boy that you held in your arms. The pillow of his beside your head had begun to lose his scent yet you still relished whatever you had left of him. You had to. To keep the memory of him in your mind as the final throws of denial ebbed away. You had to accept it. Finally, and fully accept that he isn’t here anymore. Though it broke your heart to admit, you had to accept the reality of it in preparation for the new life he fought so bravely to protect.

‘It’s okay. We’re going to be okay.’ You muttered for the benefit of everyone in the room, stroking the swell of your stomach as the babe finally settled to rest. You blinked back your tears and wiped the fallen few with a free hand before uttering a simple thanks prayer to your beloved and falling to the abyss of sleep.

‘Thank you darling. For everything. For the life you chose to trust me in caring for. For the family you left me with. For the love you gave me. I miss you so much. So so much. Thank you and I love you.’

sorry... i warned to the best of my ability which was awful i admit but i do hope you enjoyed it💚

this may be rubbish but the hell with it. im still trying to figure out writing so... yah

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f1nalboys · 3 years ago

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Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized!

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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