#i went from being disappointed and shocked to quickly going 'he's dead to me and i frankly don't care about him'

[doux-amer]

Everyone is dragging Henderson across the coals and rightfully so. What an absolutely shitstain sellout. The question here is whether we think he's unbelievably stupid and naïve—much more than we ever thought he was—or he's a duplicitous hypocrite, but hey! Why not both! Rainbow capitalism all dressed up in a football kit.

[weird-addiction]

“You’re all Demons. I rule you all.”

Summary: The Archons are not the most powerful, nor is Celestia.

Pairing: Genshin Archons x Male!Reader

Warnings: Slight SAGAU creator themes, manipulative reader, unhealthy power dynamics, controlling reader, Furnia slander

The creator is not one to be looked down upon. Yet, over the thousands of years, everyone and even the archons have forgotten them. No shrines, offerings or worshippers have been founded.

Well, they should know that the creator does not take lightly to what they have done. They have eyes everywhere, and knows everything that is going on.

“Pathetic pathetic pathetic! Such a bore!”, they said. His voice ran through the ears of the archons and the heavens themselves. “I give them stories, backgrounds, and such titles to use for a better Teyvat. And yet, they are so boring to not even use them! Ugh! Execution would have been better!”

His insults came one after the other, and the gods heard them all. “This throne is not for them. It is mine and mine alone.” Every word was heard the archons, well, almost every word. The creator chose what they can and can’t hear.

“Perhaps I should pay them a visit.”

And that is how they came to Mondstadt. Home of freedom and wine, ‘ruled’ by the Barbatos. But when he stepped into the city, he could tell the god has been slacking off. No rules, no disciplines, and no official government. Just a military force that can be called a military force.

He went to the acting Grandmaster Jean, who was stunned to see such a being. “Tell me, where is Barbatos. I wish to speak with him.”

“Y-you mean Venti? He’s probably at the Angel’s Share.”

To the tavern he went and indeed the bard sat, almost drunk out of his mind as he round after round.

“Venti is it?” The stern voice came. The bard was quickly shocked to his core to the same voice. “Mind if we have a word?”

Outside behind the tavern, Venti was on his knees. Practically begging for forgiveness. “Please! I’m sorry! I promise to-”

“To what? I barely see any shrines of me. Why should they worship you when you have abandoned your responsibilities? Should I send you back to the hells with you?” His voice stood with no room for negotiations or retaliations.

“No! Please! I’ll do better!” The bard begged. Tears were threatening to spill.

“Don’t forget from where you came from. You can change forms, you can’t change your eyes.” With a snap of his fingers, Venti’s eyes begin to burn. Black surrounded his pupils as he shut them in agony.

“That’s better. Your true colors are better.”

Venti bowed his head as he could do nothing but except the truths. The truth of his own freedom has been revealed for all to see.

“I have others to see to. Perhaps I should take a round trip to see all of them. See you my dear Zephyr.”

His next stop was Liyue, what a great city built on the coast. He had heard that their god was dead.

“What a load of bullshit. Trying to escape responsibilities to? Too fucking bad.”

Up on a mountain is where he found the retired geo archon. Or rather, Morax.

“Nice view no? Now I know why you liked building mountains so much.” Zhongli turned around to see the unfamiliar, his face said it all.

“Who are you? How do you know my identity?”

“Aw. Little pup. Looks like your leash needs a tightening.” He made a gesture which was pulling an invisible chain, which made Zhongli fall towards him.

“You…it’s you. Why are you here?” The archon’s eyes widen to the realization.

“I’m disappointed in you. No shrines, no worship, nothing in my name. Do I need to send you back to the hells? I would be glad to do so. The others are always asking ‘Where’s Morax?’ ‘Oh I wish I can play with Morax again. Where is he?’ Do you remember?”

A wide smile took his face as he saw the other’s face drop. He did indeed remember.

Zhongli fell to his knees remembering the years of torment. In his youth, he didn’t listen. “Please. Don’t. I beg of you.”

He tched. “Oh Morax. Don’t beg. It’s not a good look on you. I suppose you are retired after all, but you do have quite the influence no? Why not put that to use? Remember the contract you signed with me?”

Of course he remembers. It was the first contract he ever made. But he was one who signed it. To this day, the contract was kept under lock and key. “Yes…” Was all he said.

“Good. You can hide your identity, but you can’t hide your chains.” A snap of his fingers, shackles appeared on the archon’s wrists and ankles. Heavy like lead they were. Binding him down to earth, to his contract.

“Reminds me of old days! What joy! Say hi to the adepti for me! I’m sure they missed me oh so much!”

He then disappeared and left Zhongli there with chains for all to see. Bound to unspoken of words.

Inazuma was a nation he kept hearing bad things about. What had the archon done to be hated so much? At least the borders were open now, seems that forever can’t be forever.

“Oh Ei. The eternity you wanted was the gluttony of control you wished you had right?”

Locked away in her palace, in the heart of the city, Ei sat with her eyes closed.

“Beezlebub. How nice it is to see you again? Did you miss me?”

Ei was startled and her hand went to her polearm, ready to attack where the voice came from. “How did you come in here? Who let you in?”

“After all these years, you are still the same. Eternity truly doesn’t change you does it? Your gluttony will never be satisfied will it? What would your sister say?” The words came flowing out one after the other, he did not even have to think as he spoke. He knew exactly what to say.

“You-!” Ei pounced forward, the tip of her weapon stopping at his throat. One wrong move and he would be harmed, but he knew she wouldn’t, her arm was shaking after all.

“You close your borders, take the people’s visions. Were you so afraid of change that you wanted an illusion control that you never had. Pathetic.” Ei begin to tremble as she heard such words, but there was nothing she can do. He was her superior after all, this would be a death sentence if she tried to fight him.

“No worshippers of me, no shrines, not even a fucking thank you to me for giving you these islands.” A laugh left his lips as he thought of it.

“You can hide away in your plain, but you can’t hide from the true reality outside your door.” A snap of his fingers, Makoto’s body dropped in front of her. Her eternity in the open for all to see.

A smirk overtook his features. “Remember, she’s in my hands. You are more than welcome to join her, but…I don’t think I will. Your eternity will be spent in the same gluttony of control, until you are swallowed whole.”

The archon fell to her knees, just like all the others. “Please. Wait..I’m sorry..”

“Aw. Don’t beg. You all look so pathetic while doing it. I made you all better than this. But here you all are, no backbone to be seen. Which, I can see why.” Makoto’s body disappeared as Ei was starting to shed tears.

Moving to crouch down to her level, his lips next to her ear. “Once you die, you will be in the same eternity you wanted. You will know what it is like to be forever unchanging.”

Getting back to the mainland across an entire ocean was not fun. Even when he was stepping through the air, it still took a long time. Next nation was Sumeru. Nahida was the one archon he liked, she always knew what was going on.

Not to mention, she was a victim herself. But the real reason was that she had kept the shrines the former archon had built in his name, and the people still worshipped him to this day.

“I have expected you.” Came the small voice, her back was turned as she showed no hostility or fear to the one that walked towards her.

“Buer.” However, his respect her Nahida only went so far. Her chains were just a bit less…drastic.

“Seems like your people have finally changed their minds. Still chained to the evermore knowledge I see.” He stated, a laugh was held back.

"It is something I have much time for. I do not mind if the chains are the ones that I like." Nahida responsed.

"Then I wish you good luck. You are only 500 years old after all, you have all the time in Teyvat for this." Waving over his shoulder as he left the sanctum which the younger archon stayed in.

The next nation is one he has known to hate, or rather, hate the heavenly principles for. For as long as he had seen, the dragons and vishaps were the natives that they had decided to usurp for power. And Fountaine was one of these, 500 years of a fake god and authority taking the throne. While the true ruler was cast aside.

He sat one foot into the Nation and he already hears the annoying voice of the 'archon', really wish she could really shut up already. "Oh! So you are here after all! Welcome! I, welcome you to my beautiful nation!"

He did not say anything, but rather he stared up at her and gave her a glare; even from that distance she could see it and knew he was not here for a friendly visit. "I will see you in your office Furina."

When he got there, he was greeted with someone else. The Hydro Dragon, the rightful ruler of these lands. "Neuvillette."

"Your Grace." He bowed, still addressing him the same way just all the those years ago. And most likely, the only one left that still does so. Furina then came into the office, a look of fear in her eyes.

"Furina, how...unpleasant to see you." Hearing the words, she looked more dejected than she already did.

"Please. If you're going to say it then just say it."

"Fine." He sat down on one of the fancy armchairs that sat around the room.

"Just because you are forced to play a role for 500 years does not mean you get sympathy from me, should have thought of that before your archon usurped him." Making a hand gesture towards Neuvillette.

"You're sad that you had to play a role you did not want against your will? You know what we call that? The real world. Wake the fuck up if you think the world owes you anything just because of that. Have you even taken a look around you at the people for this many years? Their lives are filled with doing things they don't want, and it's a different thing every time. You do one same thing and you think can get sympathy? Maybe from Neuvillette sure, but not me. And when you finally die and fade out from this world and nobody remembers you, you will appear in my halls begging for my attention. I will not spare a single thing for you." A stone cold expression sat on his features.

The room was tense, Furina was on the verge of tears. Neuvillette held a worried face as he wanted to comfort her, but from one hand gesture from his creator, he stayed his feet and did not move.

"An arch duke of hell? Please. You can barely get out of heaven. You want to fall into infernal blaze so bad that you need to fool a crime to get casted out? Pathetic." He spat.

He stood up and walked out the door, Neuvillette followed after him.

"What is it?" His tone was eager as he had somewhere else to be.

"Your Grace, please rethink of it. Lady Furina is in pain, after 500 years, she is bound to have some sort problems with it all." He pleaded.

"Aw~, bound to the chains of justice like she is. I did not create you this way."

"..." Neuvillette was at a lost for words.

"Fine. She can keep her role and not appear in my halls after her timely death, that's for her immortal side of things. But once she is one more mortal, she will still die, and I will know to give her a quick death." A smile took over, like he was saying this was the better action.

"W-what? How is that-"

"Unless you want her to die right now? I can make that happen."

"No, Your Grace."

"Good. She would make such a pretty corpse."

Silence took the space between the two of them, a sea of mist and fog was slowly putting distance between them.

"Everyone on this side of the world are demons. I rule you all."

[paisholotus]

A Criminal Hero...

Now Playing: Thought I Was Dead~ Tyler The Creator

Bruce’s Pov

"A board meeting in full swing. Judge Phelan. moving to have you declared dead is not something that any of us want... but as responsible managers it falls to them to act on behalf of Wayne Industries." Alfred said, on the phone as I walked into my building.

I walked past the assistant that sat at her desk. "Morning." I said, smiling, walking past her. The Assistant gets to her feet. "Sir, you can’t go in there!" She yelled. I turned to her and smiled. "Yes, I can." Apparently the assistant recognized me, stands there, shocked.

As the door opened, Earle looks over, annoyed. "I’m sorry, can I...?" Earle stares at me. Dumbstruck. All heads turn. "Sorry to barge in, but I was in the area." Earle gets to his feet, approaching me. He shakes my hand, claps the other on my shoulder. "My boy! We thought you were gone for good." He said, surprised. "Sorry to disappoint." I said, as he nervously chuckled.

-Time Skip-

I worked on the suit adding the utility belt to it. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear the elevator open.

"So, this what the suit is going to look like, huh Bruce?" I turned around and looked at Dick and nodded lowly. I turned my gaze back to the suit and held it up. I finally finished it and it was everything I visioned it to be.

Dick chuckled behind me and looked around the cave. This was his only second time being in the cave, so I looked back at him for his opinion.

"So, what is all this Bruce? You leave all this time and come back and build all this under the house." I huffed and crossed my arms. He looks at my suit and points with his brow raised, "and what is that? Didn't pick you for the spandex type of guy." He said, with amusement.

I walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders looking down at him. "Dick....there has to be a change to this city. And, I'm going to be that change. I'm going to make a difference to the people. I'm going to be Vengeance. I am going to be the Night villains can't hide in." I looked at my suit behind me and smirked looking at Dick. "I am the Batman."

-Time Skip-

Vivica's Pov

I was in the kitchen warming my leftovers for dinner. Today was long and hard and all I wanted to do was to eat and watch TV. I haven't heard from my man all day and I was irritated. I know Bruce been gone for a long time and he had to adjust to get his company back, but damn not even a call?

I took my food and sat on the couch and looked through Netflix. I have a love hate relationship with Netflix because they sometimes never have nothing good on there. I honestly just settled on family Guy because I know Peter Griffin hates seeing me coming.

I heard movement coming from behind me and I jumped a little. I looked around for my cat but he was sitting in the chair across from me. I slowly got up and quietly walked to my closet pulling out my gun from the safety box. No one has ever tried to break in but regardless I don't mind popping a cap in someone's ass.

I carefully crept down the hall and looked in my guest rooms and saw nothing. I saw my bedroom cracked open but Midnight could have went in there but I'm going to check just in case. I pushed open the door with my foot and looked around not seeing anything. I put down my gun and sigh with relief.

"Didn't pick you for the gun type..." A voice said, making my head whip around. A man or whatever the fuck he was, standing by my windows. I raised my gun as my heart was beating out my chest. The man walked closer I clicked off the safety but lowering my gun as the man quickly took off his mask.

"Bruce......" I said, as I turned my light on. He was in this big black suit. He was literally dressed as a bat. He walked in front of me as I continued to look him up and down. "The fuck is this? How'd you get in here?" I asked, now looking him in the eyes.

He cupped my cheeks and smiled lowly at me, "you told me that things needed to change. So, all this time I left to become that change. For you. For me. For my parents. And, for the people." I held on to his wrists gripping them tightly.

"Things are going to be different this time, Viv."

[oscurascout]

Y/N As A Doublegänger

From "That's Not My Neighbor" game

Warning ⚠️ - mentions of blood, drug, drugged, betrayal, abuse (?), syringe, attacking (?)

Note - So much for peaceful fluff chapters, anyway yeah, I don't feel like this chapter is that graphic or that bad but it may just be me, so anyone who is sensitive or doesn't like that type of stuff then ignore this chapter, or go to the very end to see what happen, I'll put a ♤ so that from there you can read it. Also, this chapter is the longest I've ever written.

Part 10 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 11)

After that day, I was never at peace anywhere. I tried to pretend that everything was okay, but everyone could see that I wasn't. I didn't interact with anyone, choosing to stay inside my apartment. I avoided Angus and anyone who attempted to approach me. For a while, I refrained from going out to give my friends food, trying to keep to myself, knowing they would immediately discover what was going through my mind.

I became more and more distant as the days went by; I didn't feel like I could trust anybody. Slowly, I woke up and began getting ready. I quickly left my apartment, aware that Angus or Steven would certainly be there any moment.

As I arrived at the front office, I heard several footsteps, but I kept walking. Suddenly, I was stopped by a horrible sound that pierced my ears, making me drop to my knees and scream.

Just as it arrived, it left. I noticed that my claws were out, and I could feel my horns as well. I started to try to calm myself down, hoping no one has seen me.

??? - “See, there's the doppelgänger!”

I looked up to see none other than, the doorman, pointing at me while a swarm of D.D.D. agents surrounded me. I realized what was happening and tried to stand up and run away, but the agents were faster. They quickly held me down and placed cuffs on me, making my movements difficult, they added more bindings around me.

I looked around and noticed that some residents were in the front lobby, being stopped by agents who prevented them from coming close to me. I could see and hear Angus struggling to reach me, held back by the agents and Steven, who was trying to protect him from getting hurt by an agent.

The agents forced me to stand up and, using electric prods, made me walk toward the hallway leading to the building's exit. I glanced at the doorman, who was smiling.

“H-how could you do this to me?” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear. I lowered my head as I struggled against the bindings. When I looked up, I saw a crazed smile on his face.

Doorman - “Ha ha! Did you truly believe that I would ever be friends with a monster like you?”

Agent - *sighs, and whispers* “You are cruel.”

I lowered my head again, feeling pain from their words. Anger began to swell within me; I wanted to erase that smile from his face. “I'll make you pay,” I said, gritting my teeth in rage.

The doorman stepped a little closer to me.

Doorman - *smirking* “I'm waiting.”

Seeing that I didn't act, he returned to his previous position. Just as I was about to be taken away by the D.D.D. agents, the doorman stopped them.

Doorman - “Actually, wait! I have something I want to tell them.”

The agents nodded and made sure the bindings were tied securely so that I wouldn’t be able to harm them. I continued to look down at the floor; I didn’t want to see their disgusting faces.

Doorman - *angry* “This wouldn’t have happened if you had only killed the residents the first day I let you in.”

“W-what?” I said, surprised. Their words forced me to look up at them, and in their face, I saw nothing but disappointment, anger, and wickedness.

Doorman - “Remember when I told you that the reason I let you in was to see what would happen? Well, when you didn’t kill or attack anyone, I felt sad and disappointed.”

“W-what!?” I exclaimed, even more shocked. How could they want the residents dead?

Doorman: “The true reason I let you in was to see their blood splatter all throughout the building! Ha ha! To hear their screams! Ha, ha, HA HA HA!!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I knew some humans were evil, but I had never expected the one I considered my friend to be this wicked, this demented.

Doorman - *calming down, with a big smile on his face* “But you know, I still want to see that. You don’t know how much I’ve dreamed about it, how much I've wished for you to panic enough to cause a massacre. Yet, you’ve failed me each and every time. *sighs* It doesn't matter. With this—” *he shows a syringe filled with a mysterious substance* “—you will fulfill my greatest wish. You will finally do what you were meant to do.”

I tried to get away, but the bindings restricted my movement, and I couldn't escape. All I could see was their wicked smile and hear their insane laughter. Suddenly, I felt the needle pierce my skin. I screamed in agony, losing track of time; all I felt was pain, and I wanted it to stop.

As the bindings came undone, I quickly extended my claws and began attacking anyone near me. I felt my claws scratch someone, hearing a pained scream.

I couldn't see well; all I saw was red. I couldn’t control my body. I didn’t want to attack anyone, yet my body wouldn’t listen to me. I heard screams, but the only action my body took was to strike out. I felt several shots pierce my body, yet I didn’t stop—I only continued to hurt those humans, those agents. Suddenly, I heard a click and turned around to see a green glow above somewhere.

The door swung open, and my body moved on its own as I immediately entered. Inside, I saw numerous shadows, their faces obscured, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. In that instant, I attacked the first shadow I encountered.

I heard screams and felt something warm soaking my hands and clothes. The more I attacked, the better I felt. Just as I was about to rip the head off a shadow, I was pushed down. I clawed at whoever was behind me, scratching their back.

Suddenly, my claw was stopped as someone grabbed onto it. I tried to get up and fight against my captor, but in my incoherent state, I couldn’t escape. I could only struggle while hearing someone yell at someone else; I couldn’t comprehend who they were screaming at or what they where saying.

I was about to bite the person holding my claws down when another shadow forced something into my mouth. I bit down hard, tasting the blood of whoever I had bitten, which only made me more aggressive. I didn’t care anymore; I just wanted the pain to go away.

Then, I felt a sharp pain in my neck—more intense than before. I started to scream, releasing all of my pent-up pain; I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

Gradually, I began to feel tired. The pain started to fade, and I felt sore, but a sense of calm washed over me. I was finally able to stop.

I felt warm, gentle hands, and my vision began to clear. I could finally see.

I saw my friends with tears in their eyes, holding me down, they kept calling my name. I tried to look around, but my head wouldn’t move. I released whoever I had trapped in my mouth, realizing it was Angus. Peach and Stitch let me go too, now they gently holded my hand.

Angus - *crying* “Y/N!”

Hoon: “Y-you're back! *tears sliding down his face* Welcome back.”

Peach - *crying* "Peach!"

I could only smile as I looked around, noticing that half of the people were either crying or relieved. I felt exhausted, and I closed my eyes, finally resting.

[mythica0]

A Blast

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: Leo gets a lee mood, but refuses to let himself indulge, and is grumpy as a result. Donnie figures out a way to help his twin.

A/N: a little self-indulgent something-something to get me back in the flow of writing! This takes place post-movie so some spoiler warning!

TW:Swearing, minor angst and self-depricaty thoughts.

A Blast

Leo was in a lee mood.

Something completely normal for him, and yet he was actively hating himself for it.

‘Ugh, I wanna be tickled so bad!’ His thoughts echoed, quickly followed by a stern,

‘No, Leo, it’s silly stuff like this that got your family hurt.’

Usually, these moods of his would make him giggly and a tad bit obnoxious. However, he was suppressing those behaviors. He would not let himself be immature. Not when it caused so much damage.

He bottled up everything he was feeling towards said lee mood. Which resulted in a very grumpy Leo.

Whenever someone asked about it(usually Mikey), he would brush them off, tell them he was fine and move on with life.

Donnie wasn’t having any of it.

He noticed how Leo had brushed off Mikey’s concern several times now, even though all of them knew something was up.

Donnie was going to get to the bottom of this situation.

That evening, the soft shell went up to his twin.

“Nardo?” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“Uh… yeah?”

“What’s up with you? And don’t you dare say nothing because we both know thats a lie.”

Leo tried to object before Donnie cut him off.

“Ah-ah! I know what you’re about to say, and just because I can’t lie dosent mean I don’t know when someone else is lying.”

Leo saw his dead-pan expression and decided ‘I guess I just won’t talk then. Cause I am not touching that with a ten-foot pole.’

Donnie waited and stared at his brother for a moment, quickly realizing the slider wasn’t going to talk.

“Fine then,” he started, a dangerous look and tone. “I will make you talk.”

The smart one then tackled Leo to the ground, quickly starting his attack.

Donnie nearly got whiplash from how quickly Leo’s demeanor changed from ‘grumpy and stubborn’ to nearly elated.

He was even more shocked when, despite how happy his twin looked, he still protested profusely.

Leo, on the other hand, was conflicted.

He shouldn’t be letting himself have this, it’s immature, it could cause problems. He could cause problems.

But he also was finally being tickled! And it was fun. ‘Why is it so much fun?’

Donnie could see the conflicted thoughts running through Leo’s head. He didn’t know exactly why his twin was conflicted, but he could see it all over the sliders face.

Donnie slowed to a halt, hoping to get Leo to talk about his feelings like a normal person.

As Donnie stopped, Leo accidentally let a small noise of disappointment escape him.

Donnie lifted an eyebrow at the noise. “What was that?”

“Uhuh… would yohou believe mehe if I sahaid nothing?”

“Absolutely not.”

Leo just smiled nervously and didn’t respond.

Donnie sat in silence for a moment, putting two and two together in his head.

“You…You didn’t want me to stop, did you? This is what was making you grumpy. Because you were suppressing a lee mood.”

Leo looked anywhere that wasn’t his twin .

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is literally asking for round two. In his head at least.”

Donnie just smirked at Leo’s nervous yet giddy anticipation. “Lucky for you, I’m willing to comply.”

Then the soft shell waisted no time starting right back up again, scribbling behind Leo’s knees.

Leo instantly started laughing. He was so happy to be in this position. He was still a little conflicted, but his pure joy at finally getting what he wanted set that off to the back burner.

Donnie idly wondered why Leo felt the need to suppress it in the first place as he continued. That was a discussion for later though. For now, he was just gonna let his twin brother laugh and not hide behind a mask.

When the purple-lover started squeezing Leo’s thighs, the slider quickly fell into gleeful cackles.

It was unbearably fun, debilitating in the best possible way. His thoughts melted into the backround and he just finally let himself go.

He let himself have fun and be immature, probably for the first time since the invasion.

Eventually, Leo couldn’t breathe properly anymore and tapped Donnie to let him know he was done.

Donnie got the slider a glass of water as he recovered.

“Soooo~, did you have fun?” The soft shell smirked.

Leo just sighed out a giggle and nodded, letting himself be honest about it.

“A complete and utter blast.”

———THE END————————————————

[astra-galaxie]

Single! Dad! Nathan! AU! Anon- Glad you love the au! I’m getting into criminal case again so I’ll probably post it a bit and I’m planning on revamp it a bit. There were some other scenarios I found and some more context on Arielle. I’m getting into criminal case again so some of this will be OOC for Nathan and others.

Context on her and Nathan.

Arielle and Nathan met during their freshman year during August of 1995. The two didn’t interact much during their first semester, until during the middle of it December of 1995 when Arielle’s parents couldn’t pick up her school so Nathan offered to walk her home which Arielle accepted. The two of them talked for a bit and joked around with each other until they made it to Arielle’s house, she thanked Nathan for walking her home and went inside. The next day the pair began to interact and eventually gave each other their house numbers. Nathan and Arielle eventually bonded over shared interests, and slowly fell for eachother, the two began dating in Summer of 1995 and really hit off and got along well with eachother over the course of their relationship.

Robyn-Anne.

1999

Nathan and Arielle ended up sleeping together and Nathan got her pregnant. When the couple realized this they were both trying to figure out what the hell they were gonna do since graduation was on the way and the two were accepted into college. Nathan ended up telling Grace and Jones and jones asking if he was joking but seeing the serious look on Nathan’s face quickly shifted his attitude and Grace trying to support their best friend, and Jones being like, “DAMN NATE YOU WILDING.” that Jones joked would try to give the baby donuts and cookies when he babysits which earned him a whack on the back of his head and a glare from Grace.

After Nathan told his parents and his grandpa about the pregnancy, they were all shocked but also disappointed because they wondered and questioned him on how him and Arielle are going to mix school and a baby, but they told him that they’d support him as best they can.

November 24, 1999 Robyn-Anne Pandit was born. The couple was happy their daughter was born however on Arielle’s side she realized how now she has a kid she wouldn’t have the freedom she had before, and opportunities so some weeks after they had Robyn, Arielle secretly left during the night while Nathan and Robyn were asleep. Nathan woke up in the morning only to see that Arielle was gone, in his panic and calling everyone she knows he found out through one of her friends that she bought a bus ticket and basically Arielle had bailed on him and didn’t even leave a single note nor letter, so imagine how Nathan reacted to finding out his girlfriend basically left him and ran off on him and their baby which leaves him depressed.

With other scenarios, the first one is Arielle is a better person and never planned on running off on Nathan. But she ends up dying giving birth to Robyn, which leaves Nathan upset his girlfriend died but also having to raise their daughter.

Scenario 2 is she and Nathan broke up some months after Robyn was born and Arielle and him co parent.

Scenario 3 is one where Arielle doesn’t die but she ends up getting killed months after Robyn was born.

TW: Mentions of suicide

If you’re wondering what would’ve happened if Robyn was left with her the answer is Robyn would be dead, the answer is Arielle ends up driving Robyn into killing herself and promptly gets despised for it by Nathan and the rest of GPD

Welcome back to the fandom! I hope you enjoy being back with us, and I look forward to learning more about this and any other AUs you might have!😊

Each scenario makes for a good alternative to what you first suggested. Given that it sounds like Arielle wouldn't be the best mother, I'm curious about the co-parenting scenario and how it would affect Robyn to have Arielle around instead of abandonment or Arielle being dead.

Side note: Jones strikes me as someone who would try to be the "cool" uncle by giving the kids sweets and playing games with them.

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star crossed lovers, finale. | connor bedard

↳ oc hughes sister x connor bedard blurb

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takes place in 2026 & 2027.

warnings: swearing

word count: 6.2k+

Two households, both alike in dignity...

both families stared in wonder, their level of curiosity overshadowed by peace and happiness. somehow by the grace of shakespeare, the hockey gods, and the beautiful universe; the two sorrowed hearts were once together again.

oh- how fate would have it, bringing these two pearls of the world back together. for good.

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kailey and brendan had been broken up for almost 3 months now. the two were together officially for about 2 months, before kailey pulled the plug. she was not in the correct headspace to be with him, and brendan knew it but hoped that he loved her enough for the both of them. her brothers were shocked to find out about them after the fact. they never did suspect or find out from the instagram post she posted. she never did post anything after that until her and her parents went west for christmas, to spend the holiday with quinn. and you best believe, that quinn (with the other two on facetime) gave her a brutal beating. quinn was upset that she had kept a relationship from them, again. he was upset, disappointed, and felt guilty. he knew how high strung his brothers could be, he knew how they'd go tooth and nail with connor on the ice when they'd meet. connor was dead to the hughes brothers, respectfully. oh, and pretty much every other bestie of theirs...zegras, tkachuks, caufield, turcotte, larkin and everybody else associated with them. they knew they'd go tooth and nail with anybody that came into her life. quinn knew how much she hated that, she hated the feeling of somebody watching over every move. she could never escape this expansive family, the hughes had created long ago. jack went on and on about how much he didn't like her getting with brendan but finished with, "whatever makes you happy sis, makes me happy." and then lukey, the sweetest of the bunch. just said that he'd support her no matter what, but that he'd like to know next time. make sure to give the guy a nice talking to.

she adored them, and everything they'd done for her over the course of her life.

yet, she was ready to make life complicated and messy once again.

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tessa vlasic, invited kailey to her and alex's new years party in chicago. kailey was unsure if she wanted to go, knowing that lisa and connor were both going to be there. though her best friend and college roommate, quickly hopped on facetime for back up and threatened to banish her from the universe if she did not come. kailey caved and said she'd be staying at the ritz carlton, per her brothers. they thought it would be good to head back to chicago for a weekend, before she went back to california. though, they did not know that connor would be there; or else they would have found some way for her to not go.

yet here she was knocking onto tessa's and alex's suburb home, shaking in her heels, at it being 9 degree's out. alex threw open the door, and cheered. "hughesy!" he screamed, alerting many of the other party guests, some even making their way towards the door to say hello. you could hear tessa's heels hitting the marble floors of the kitchen, and then the clunk they made upon the hardwood floor. alex pulled the warm brunette girl into the older house, and he had only taken off her wool coat before tessa had her arms around the girl. a second later, becca's arms wrapped around kailey's backside, and they all spoke in hushed whispers, which was all about their outfits. kailey did a little pose, which earned gawks from the girls and a whistle. "lets get you a drink!" tessa said pulling her best friend with her, along with becca. "so! how was christmas with the family?" tessa quizzed, quirking an eyebrow as she pushed a glass of very expensive champagne. "oh goddd." she said putting a hand to her face, "it was a lot. i thought i wouldn't survive it tbh." she said giggling just a bit. "kails!" she heard lukas cheer from the doorway, and she mimicked his stance. "hey lukas." she said meeting him for a hug, "wheres mack?" she questioned where mackenzie entwistle was; a toronto hockey player and a childhood friend of quinns. "oh no, look what the wind blew in." she grinned, turning around and threw her hands up in surprise. "im hereeeee!" she smiled as he gave her a big hug. as soon as she committed to depaul, quinn made a phone call to the 6'3 right winger, asking him to show her the city and to keep an eye on her. to which he happily obliged, he'd miss the firecracker and his favorite hughes. "hows california?!" he asked as they parted from their hug, and she shrugged with a grin. tessa and becca snickered, drinking more of their drinks. "remember maya? our non blood cousin? i live with her, its been great! and ofcourse, not having to deal with winter is nice too." she joked, which garnered a few laughs. "though you love it, you love snow!" becca quipped and kailey gave her a fake glare. "okay stop hounding me, go away! ill be out there soon." she said jokingly pushing people away from her. "missed you kails." entwistle said giving her another side hug, "you too mack." she hummed before leaning back over the counter, resuming the conversation with tessa and becca.

"i gotta go say hi to a few more people, ill be back!" tessa said going to do her job as a hostess. becca and her just giggled, the bubbly alcohol awakening them just a bit. about ten minutes later, becca said she had to go find lukas about a message she got from his mom, and so that left the girl alone in the kitchen. she switched out the champagne for a seltzer, walked over towards the sink which had a window looking out. soft snow had been falling for a few hours now, and she could only imagine how this part of chicago looked like over the winter season. she heard somebdoy walk into the kitchen, and she turned around. her breath hitched in her throat as she took in the dark blonde, blue-eyed boy she'd once been madly and oh so deeply in love with. though who were we kidding, she'd ever stopped loving him.

not even a second went by when she had stopped, it was if she was incapable of doing so.

"hi." connor said nervously, "hi." kailey responded, turning back around to look outside. her most fondest memories growing up were with her family, when they lived in toronto. oh, how her, jack, and luke would play for hours upon hours outside. her mom was only able to coax them inside, if she promised them tim horton's hot coco. in which that worked only 75% of the time. her and luke's cheeks rosy, their noses numb but a pretty pink. drool hanging from their mouths, and snot coming out as they rolled down the hill behind their house. she'd give anything in the world to go back to that time before everything changed and she'd be plucked from the life that she knew and adored in favor of the boys burgeoning careers.

"whatcha thinking about?" connor asked walking up next to her, and she sighed. "nothing important." she hummed, drinking more of her drink. he looked down at her, cocking his head just a bit with a faint smile, "you were somewhere else. your shoulders were relaxed, your head sagging just a bit and your feet were turned inwards." he said softly and she looked up at him, now realizing just how close he was. their lips only inches apart. he knew her even after all these months. "you think i forgot?" he questioned, and she softly nodded before taking off. she walked back where she had walked through previously, and took the initiative to head upstairs for a breather. lukas noticed the girl look around for a few seconds before he saw her start her descent, and he quickly went to go find becca. connor back in the kitchen watched as she ran off, trying to figure out where he had crossed the line. kevin korchinski walked in to grab another drink, and saw connor standing there. "you good, bro?" he asked taking another beer from the fridge. "um um yeah." connor said shaking his head. "doesn't seem like it." kevin said before taking a couple sips. "i uh said something to kailey just now and well, she ran off." connor said truthfully. kevin nodded, but before he could say anything frank nazar and colton dach walked in. "con, were gonna go play a game, wanna join?" colton asked. "um yeah give me a few minutes." he said leaning on the kitchen island, away from his best friends and teammates. colton nodded and frank clapped him on the shoulder, "dont make us wait too long." and connor nodded still not looking at them.

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One half of me is yours, the other half yours—Mine own, I would say. But if mine, then yours, And so all yours

back upstairs, kailey sat down on the guest room bed. she looked down at her feet and laughed. not a giggle, not an innocent laugh but one that had been held deep within her for months at this point. one that radiated from the very bottom of her toes to the longest strand of hair that she had. connor had been right, he always had been. he could always tell when she was comfortable or lost in a deep thought. or in this case, when she thought about her childhood. her feet always turned inward, something she didn't particularly care for. he always said it was a cute little quirk, and here she was. as she was laughing at herself, connor had begun his own descent up the stairs looking for a breather before heading down to play the game. when he reached the top step, he heard somebody laughing from the exact extra bedroom, he was planning on going into. he stopped right in front of the door and heard the familiar laugh. an angelic and beautiful song, that burned his ears. she heard the floor creak outside the door, and stopped. "whoever is out there, you can come in." she said not sure who it could be.

connor walked in slowly, gauging her reaction but she didn't have one. she stood when he appeared and watched for his reaction. "i um- i can go." he said pointing behind him, but she shook her head as she sat back down. "its fine." she said and he nodded shutting the door and sitting down next to the girl. the two sat there for a few minutes in silence, just listening to the crowd downstairs and faint music playing behind them. kailey sighed looking over towards connor, and as if it was second nature; she outlined his features with her eyes. the soft under-eye bags, the laugh lines that were forming around his eyes, his eyes. the beautiful shade of blue, echoing the ocean. one's that had fires lit within them, when he looked at her; the love of his life. "did you mean what you said?" she questioned, and he looked over. he met her eyes and she could tell he was racking his brain on what he said, "did you mean what you texted me after i saw you this summer?" she questioned. when she had turned her service back on after getting back from chicago, she saw a text from connor. it was a paragraph expressing how he'd never stop loving her, that he would always care about her, and that he'd always be supporting her from wherever he was in the world. and that he was sorry, and how much sorrow he carried against himself because of what he had done to the girl.

connor nodded, "always. it's never changed, and never will." he said softly. "i just want you to be happy with him or anybody for that matter." he said honestly. she nodded, a soft smile forming on her tanned skin. "i havent...i havent stopped loving you. and im afraid i never will con. im terrified ill never be able to move on with anybody, because of that. hell, its ruined one relationship and my ability to clearly think about my future." she said softly. the strings in his heart tugged, at the angelic way she said con. oh, how had he missed the way it rolled off her tongue. through tears she spoke again, "but i know you're with lisa...so i wont keep you any longer." she said turning and standing up. "we're not together." he stated, and she looked down at con. "as soon as i saw you, i broke things off. she'd never be you, and truthfully nobody will be you. not even close." he said as his eyes poured into her's.

"what are you saying?" she whispered, fearing that if she said it loud enough; reality would come crashing down. he stood up, getting closer towards the girl. "what im saying is that what we had, to me, is not over, im not sure if it'll ever be over and i sure as hell never want it to be. i - i was a fool. i thought i knew what i was doing, i thought i knew what to be right but that just made me look and seem a fool." he paused, gauging her reaction and it was a silent plea for him to continue.

he grabbed her empty hand, pulling it to his chest. his hands wrapped around her's, her body relaxing at the feeling of known comfort. "half of my being belongs to you, half of my being is yours-the other half is you. the way you helped me grow over the past three years, grow up, evolve, and change as a person for the better has left an imprint on me. and, the way i evolved was not evident in what i did this spring. i know that and i know that i most likely will never ever change how you feel about me, but i hope to someday gain your friendship and trust once more. because even if we were to never be again, i'd hope that i at least secured your friendship. because everybody in this universe deserves kailey clara's friendship and trust. that is one thing i will die on a hill for." he finished, tears pooling his eyes while soft tears spilled from her's. he wiped them with one hand, while keeping the other one close to his chest.

she sniffled, "you hurt me con. you hurt me when i thought you were the only person in my life who'd never hurt me. not intentionally at least. you broke me with a simple text, but that text echoed a thousand words. a thousand roses with thorns, a thousand wrecking balls and you killed me with those words that you swore you'd never use!" she said her voice raising ever so slightly. her hand stayed where it was on his chest, not wanting to it move. connor felt more tears prick his eyes, as she held his gaze. "you took my trust, my parent's trust, my brothers trust- when you knew how important it was to gain theirs. you knew how important it was to have the approval of my brothers! and you still did what you did. you still spoke to her when you knew the anxiety and the sheer fear over you cheating on me, though i was naive when you said the words, 'i'll never cheat on you my kailey clara, for you are too pure and good to be conned or decieved.'" she paused snatching her hand away from his chest.

"It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.” 

"connor- i thought you were the one. i believed you to be the one that hung the moon and the stars, just for me. i believed that you were to be the one i would marry and grow old with, the one that would make life magical, wild and a fairytale....i thought you were the one that would make everything right in the world. i believed you to be the one who would walk with me every step of the way, to the ends of the earth and beyond for me and with me." she paused placing a soft hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes savoring this moment. but he was pulled away from it in an instant.

"but when i think of all the love in the world, and all the great memories and experiences we had together, i cant help but be filled with dread and pain over what you did. what you and she did together, to spite me? to make me look like a fool? you embarrassed me in front of the whole hockey community, one that i already hold close with spite. and you knew that! and you still did it, you still dug that dagger deep in my heart, twisted it and pulled it away without a second thought. i always thought that a great and epic love would be worth it and ever so rewarding but no. its quite the opposite, its tortuous, cunning, and nauseating." she finished shaking her head and removing her hand from his cheek.

"please..." he whispered softly, not letting go of the girl. and to his credit, she also wasn't moving. she was seeing how long he'd stand there. "i know there will never be any words or poem or iambic pentameter that will convince you in this moment. but give me a chance, give me the opportunity to prove to you, show you that I've changed. that I've grown up these past few months. prove to you that I'll never let go of you again. that i will never cause strife or discomfort." he paused, as she sniffled. "please let me prove to you that i love you, that I've never stopped loving you, and that what we share is powerful and something memorable." he said confidently with just a smidge of vulnerability.

kailey nodded softly, still holding his eye. his lips parted, eye brows creasing ever so slightly, and she continued to nod. "yes, show me that. show me that you've grown, show me that you still care, show me what I've been missing." she hummed, and connor's lips came crashing down on her's just as quick.

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kailey and connor spent the next hour talking in hushed voices, over her plans to come visit in a month, his by-week plans changing to come out to see her, and their plans on telling those closest to them. they wanted nothing more than to tell the world that they were back together, but also knew how much kailey respected and how much control she wanted and had over the public's view of her. she did not want to cause any backlash on her brothers or her parents for that matter, to which connor respected it. he knew how much flack she got when they broke up, and had felt the reckoning of those closest to the hughes family on him. he'd been beat up and hit, and fortunely lived to tell the tale.

connor held kailey in his arms, as they looked out at the winter wonderland that was currently being created. "whatcha thinking about?" he whispered softly, against her ear. she smiled shutting her eyes, "im seeing luke and i running up the hill in our backyard. jack coming closely behind with quinn. i was 7 while luke was 8, jack 10 and quinn 12. they were bringing up the sleds, it was a snow day, and i sit with quinn and jack with luke. we were racing down the hill, with quinn and i winning by a few inches. jack and luke are screaming and crying for a redo, with my mom is calling us inside letting us know dad had brought home tim hortons hot coco. we didn't budge, we made our way back up the hill. our cheeks and noses about ready to fall off, but our spirits were so warm and inviting, and so mercifully alive." she explained, with connor kissing her exposed shoulder. "looks like you are a canadian girl through and through." he joked and she giggled. "maybe so. but i am a sucker for a tan." she joked.

the two made their way down a little while later, right before midnight. she found her way to becca and becca could tell something was a bit different, and then she put two and two together. tessa grinned from her spot, once she saw connor walk in and then kailey following behind him. the countdown began as kailey made a dash for the kitchen, going to find a fluke of champagne. connor saw her golden hair exit right, and quickly made his way over. weaving in and out of people to do so. she was in the process of picking up a fluke, when midnight came around, right as connor grabbed her by the cheeks pulling her in for a deep and swoon-worthy kiss.

she grasped his wrists, grabbing his cheek when he removed one to dip her just a bit. they pulled apart, smiling wickedly as they rested their foreheads against one another's. they both chuckled, at the realization of what just happened.

love, pain, sorrow, shock, anguish, adoration - all of the above was evident in that very kiss.

their moment was ruined when they heard shouts and cheers coming from a group of people that just so happened to catch the tail end of the kiss. connor pulled her into his chest before they looked back over toward their friend group, their cheeks rosy as deep as a red rose.

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the two had gotten good at keeping their relationship under wraps, besides the team knowing and their significant others. but other than that, only her cousin and best friends knew. she knew her brothers were going to throw an absolute fit when they found out. but for the sake of their relationship and friendship, they decided to keep it private so kailey could work on her trust and respect for connor. connor had been nothing short of what she wanted and needed from him, going above and beyond.

but here the two were, flying to europe to meet up with her side of the family. the two had spent the past week in vancouver and spent time with his side of the family, and shocking them with the news of them being back together. though she knew they'd be more relaxed than her family, but she just kept telling herself she had to rip the bandaid off. her brothers and parents had been in Stockholm for two days when her and connor flew in, she lied and said she had work obligations but her and connor decided to spend one last day with his parents, because when he'd get back he'd be focusing on training. her and connor were meeting her family for a late lunch, before going to do some light shopping and ofcourse, get some coffee that kailey hadn't had for a few years after doing a study abroad.

kailey smoothed down her taupe linen pants and white body suit, fidgeting with herself in order to keep herself calm. connor came up behind her wrapping his arms around the girl, trying to calm her. "what if they hate me?" she whispered, not being able to face that reality herself. connor shook his head, spinning her around to face him. "kailey clara hughes, your brothers and parents will never hate you. even if they are not happy with me, they will never hate you. they love you too much to ever think such a thing. do you remember how many times they threatened to drop everything in order to come out to see you? do you know how many times they asked me if they needed to come out, and be with you and check in?" he paused, and she shook her head. "double digits kailey, double digits over three years. i promise you they don't have the function or ability to ever hate you. they love you too much." he said comforting the girl, who nodded before leaning up and kissing the boy.

"now lets go. i dont want jack to call me and complain that im late." she grinned, pulling connor out of the room.

_

the two walked into the outdoor establishment and looked around for her family, and ellen saw her first. her mom got up first and once kailey and connor had made it about 5 feet from them, her mom wrapped connor in a hug. kailey giggled like a mad woman, while her brothers stared at connor with daggers. she turned towards jack who was next to her, and pushed his head and he took it. "if you don't get up in 2 seconds, we are leaving." she said and luke jumped up. his 6'2 stature giving her 5'6 stature a bear hug. "you happy?" he whispered, and she nodded when they pulled apart. "very much." she whispered back, which put a huge smile on his face. after her dad shook connor's hand, luke and connor hugged. truth be told, he always loved connor and had always wished him the best despite circumstances.

"i mean it, we will leave." she said looking down at jack and then over towards quinn. "hey kiwi." quinn said getting up and hugging her. "happy?" he whispered in french, and she nodded. "oui." she grinned as they pulled apart. his limited french vocab from her immersive study over the year, only taking him that far. quinn and connor hugged, while kailey looked down at jack. truth be told, he was always the hardest one to crack in the family. he was the one person she always sought for approval from, and she feared she wouldn't get it.

"hi kails." he finally said but did not get up to greet her. she sighed, sitting down next to luke with connor being in between her and her mom. connor and jack looked at one another, giving each other a respectful nod before the waiter came up to get drink orders.

the two spent the next two hours going over how they reconnected, what they'd been up to, and what they were thinking for the upcoming season. to which, kailey had been thinking about going back to chicago and be there full time, but was still working things out. they all went their separate ways, promising to link up for dinner at the hotel restaurant. besides jack giving connor the silent treatment, lunch went smoothly which connor took as a win.

_

"What is past is prologue."

the two headed down to the restaurant, and quickly sat down waiting for her family. connor and kailey held hands under the table, and as jack and the rest of the family walked up, they caught the two having a private moment. connor had whispered something to the girl, to which the only response that she could muster was a warm and inviting laugh. ellen and jim smiled widely as they saw their daughter so calm and relaxed in connor's presence, while quinn and luke slightly nudged jack in the back. jack rolled his eyes and turned back, to grab a drink from the bar. "where is he going?" she questioned as they all hugged and greeted one another. "to get a drink." luke said and without a word, kailey made her descent. "this should be fun to watch." quinn murmured, with luke picking it up and laughing.

she waltzed up next to jack and quickly ordered a martini, "wanna tell me why you've been such an ass to connor and i?" she asked without looking at jack. he looked over at her, stunned at how abrasive she was being, and shook his head. when she turned to look at him, he caught her eye as he took a sip of his spirit. "don't shut me out jacky, don't you dare." she said with passion. he shook his head setting his drink down, "then why are you here?" he paused pointing towards the table, "why are you with him? huh? why are you back with him after what he did? i thought you were better than that, i thought mom taught you better than that, i would have hoped you thought much more of yourself than to do this." he huffed, turning back towards the bar. she stared at him, stunned at what he truly thought. she couldn't believe how he truly felt. she felt tears begin to form, and she wrestled with what to do. she shook her head as jack looked back down at her, and then she was gone.

she made her way out of the establishment, needing to get a breather. she walked outside to the vast, grand, and luxurious estate. she began walking down the rows of grass between patches of flowers, rocks and fountains. she sat down on one of them, feeling exposed. feeling naive. feeling like a fool. she now regrets not saying something beforehand, and subjecting connor to jack's behavior. "kailey." she heard to her right, and she quickly stood up putting a hand between her and her brother.

"you said what you said jack, there's no taking that back." she spat, clenching a handful of her black satin dress in one hand, while running her other through her long waves. she turned away before turning back around, "you didn't even want to ask me anything? you didn't want to ask get to the bottom of everything?" she questioned, and when he didn't respond she continued. "you didn't want to ask me how he makes me feel? how much he's changed? how different things are now? you didn't even care to ask if im happy?" she said through tears now. once jack saw a few tears fall, his demeanor changed. his gaze was remorseful and full of regret. "im sorry kailey, i am. but isn't he the one that hurt you? doesn't that mean he's supposed to be forever scarred in my book?" he countered and she giggled. "he is, but you would know how different things were if you just had asked me today. i get that by not telling you guys beforehand was wrong but i knew i'd rather do this in person than be over 1,000 miles away from each other fighting. and going nowhere with it. i had believed that if you saw how happy he makes me, and how much trust i have with him now would be enough. but you didn't speak to me, us." she paused sniffling.

"you were the one i was most afraid of, and i was right jack. you have always been the one i most revered, the one that i sought approval from over everything. ever since we were little, i wanted to be cool enough for you. i wanted to make playing barbies cool for you, but then you never played with me so i gave them up. i tried making piano seem cool for you so you could do it with me, but i gave that up. i tried making french cool for you..though mom wouldn't let me quit. i have tried for years to make you proud of me, but nothing has ever come to fruition." she paused, wiping some more tears. "you are the one that i have spent my life trying to make you happy. but im tired of it. im tired of trying to make you happy or proud, because that means im not happy. and with him, with connor, i am happy. he makes me so out of this world happy, he makes me feel loved, adored, appreciated, and respected, and he shows me how to love selflessly. if you don't approve of him, then i - i don't know what to do anymore jack. but i know one thing is for sure, is that im not pushing him away, im not giving him up again. he doesn't deserve that nor do i." she paused again trying to read his expression.

"whatever has happened in our past is our past, that chapter is over. this chapter, the one that we are in and creating new memories and moments that will last a saga, is the one i am focusing on. that was our then, our beginning, our prologue to where we are now and where we want to go. he is all i want in this world and more, and i hope you- i hope you understand that before it's too late." she paused, feeling a sense of weight being lifted off her shoulders. weight, that had been their for decades.

she shook her head at her older brother, "you may not accept him, quinn and luke might not accept him but i think the jury is out on that one." she paused briefly to giggle, " but i will not allow for this circus, this blockade or this one man army to keep me from being happy. people might consider us star-crossed lovers and i wont let it end with sorrow or pain. i will not allow it, whether you are in my life or not because of it." she finished.

jack swallowed hard before nodding, "okay." he stated and she gave him a confused look. "okay, show me how much he's changed. show me how things have been made better, amended even." he began. "but i want you to know that no matter what decision you make with him or anything else, i will support you. i will be there for you when you need me. and i promise, i promise you kiwi that i have always been proud of you. you have always made me happy, just by being you. but also, i just couldn't let the world know that i had fun playing with barbies and american girl dolls, because that meant i was with my favorite sibling." he finished with a wicked grin.

she playfully slapped him on the arm, "you inconceivable fool!" she said now laughing. "how did you know that was my favorite movie?" he teased and she slapped him again, "don't tell me that all those times i tried putting on princess bride that you were trying to protect your 'status' or precious fucking ego?! when you really wanted to watch it?" she playfully fumed, and he laughed. "oh yes, its a secret favorite of mine." he mused throwing an arm over her shoulder. "did you know its trevors fav too?" she grinned, and jack threw his head back in deep laughter.

the two walked back towards the restaurant and to the rest of their family. which included connor, lets be honest. "all is fair in love and war?" jim teased as the two sat down. jack and kailey gave each other a amused look and shrugged, "eh. its to be decided." she said as connor grabbed her hand underneath the table. she turned back to him and smiled widely. a wide smile filled with complete adoration for the blue eyed hockey player, that jack caught.

Two households, both alike in dignity...

getting wonderfully and humorously along, that would transform the hockey world as we know it. the long and powerful association, soon to be bridged together by marriage would set up decades of privilege and change to come within the sport of hockey. along the way, linking and bridging other powerful names throughout the hughes' tenure in hockey.

all is right in fair verona...well, in this case - the wonderful and ever chaotic national hockey league.

[ycurkxng-a]

Driven Away

Characters: Dean King, ???

Content Warnings: Suicidal ideation but it is kinda just glanced over

Notes: This has been in my drafts for literal months but I'm writing it while playing GTA

"You can't keep doing this, Dean."

Dean's gaze went upwards to meet his friends stare, filled with disappointment and worry. "Doin' what?" He asked, lowering the bloody rag from his busted nose. "This! This whole thing with you constantly fighting.. Everytime you come back here worse than you were last time, I'm shocked you arent dead!"

If only they knew that he was angry at the fact he wasn't.

Not everyone who stayed around Dean could handle just how often he was hurt, even if he never wanted to make it their issue- some worried more than others. And god forbid they actually gave a shit, because when they did? That's when everything turned into a lecture, an argument. It was exhausting for both parties, and the ending was always explosive.

"You sound like my mother." He grumbled out after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, it was a lie, his mother never bothered to ask why he came home looking worse and worse. But it wasn't a good time to open that can of worms, especially if this was going in the direction he knew it was. "Well when you worry me so damn often-"

"Oh, fuck off with that!" Dean snipped back, voice raising at the same time. "Jesus, you act like I ask you to worry all the time! I just try to come back to my place to relax, and you jump down my throat because, what, some guy broke my nose?!" If anything, he was only making his case worse. Truly failing to understand the severity of the situation, why they were so upset with him.

His sudden change in tone made the other step back, that tone wasn't new to them. Anything but, actually. They'd heard it a million times over, but it was always directed at someone else, it had always been deserved. This time though, they felt that this anger was completely misplaced. Neither understood the other, and that only made tensions rise. Something that King picked up on quickly, as if the air shifted with the mood, his hand which gripped the bloody rag began to clench in anticipation.

It was quiet, Jesus Christ, it was too quiet. The hairs on the back of Dean's neck rose up and he could feel the stare from the other seemingly go through him, something he hadn't been on the receiving end of for a very long time now. It made him afraid in a way, but that fear was quick to turn into even more anger. "Well, you wanna say something or are you gonna keep fucking staring?" He snarled, beginning to glare at them.

The stares being traded to one another were drastically different, one was filled with defensive rage, and the other full of concern and exhaustion. "Dean... I can't keep doing this." They finally mumbled, throwing in the towel. They had believed they could try to help Dean, change him in a way, that was the first mistake.

If it were the past, before Dean had been through some real learning experiences, he may have tried to talk them into staying. But it was too late for that, he could see it just from how their body slumped over, how quiet they became. It hurt, but he couldn't let that show, so he continued up his aggravated tone with vocabulary that dripped with venom.

"That so? Alright then," He began, shifting the rag into his other hand and using the now free one to point at his door. "-get the fuck out of here, and don't look back." It was less of a suggestion, and more of a demand. If someone said they couldn't keep handling him, okay, he got that, but he wasn't going to just sit there and whine like a bitch to try and get them to stay. He'd tried that, it made him weak and showed them they had a semblance of power over him. He couldn't let that happen again.

Without another word, the other simply glanced at the door and back at Dean before letting out a soft sigh. They turned and walked out, moving past his table and a small trail of blood from his bleeding nose. The door shut softly behind them, clicking in place which then left the brunette alone once more. In a way, it was calming. It had a sense of familiarity to it, but at the same time- it hurt. How could it not?

All he'd ever wanted was to have someone around him, loneliness was suffocating, crushing his entire being and enveloping it like a thick fog. But he couldn't try to keep someone who couldn't handle him anymore, it would just hurt them both, and if he really gave a shit? He wouldn't do that, so he didn't. He let them go to live their life, the rest of which he'd never see.

It was better than the alternative, for them at least.

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he should've known better. he should've known not to trust his brother. there had been many times when julian had let emerson down. being locked in the bathroom told him that he was right. it was always risky to visit his brother or spend time with him. but emerson didn't want to give up on jules. his older brother has always been there for him, practically raising him when his parents wouldn't. he loved him. despite that though, he knew his brother was a fuck up.

but he had to at least try to trust him and he did. on this particular night, julian had asked emerson to come over and hangout. he seemed to want to catch up with the musician. having missed his siblings, emerson decided not to tell jules no. so with beers in hand and pizza, he made his way to jules apartment. he had been excited up until he was greeted by julian's roommate instead of his brother. his roommate apologized to emerson and told him that his jules would be gone for the rest of the night. all he felt was anger and disappointment. he had fallen for it, again.

his anger was unexpectedly replaced with fear just a few minutes after he had arrived at his brother's. he had left the pizza with tommy, his brother's roommate. he was asked to stay until jules came back so that tommy and emery could catch up. he had said no. he was about to go to the door, but immediately stopped. emerosn watched in shock as he pulled up the door to leave and saw two blurry men standing in front of him. before he could react, he was shoved back into the apartment by both men. they pointed a gun at him but quickly their attention went to tommy. his ex (tommy) yelled at emerson to run. there was no way to run out the door. the two men stood in his way and he wasn’t fast enough to get by them. there was a bathroom though and without much hesitation, emery ran in and locked himself inside.

he heard from the inside the voices yelling at each other. tommy trying to beg for his life while the others wouldn’t listen. he heard one trying to open the door while complaining about how there was supposed to be one guy. emerson heard a lot of noise until it was silenced by a gun shot and the thudding sound of maybe a body hitting the ground. he wasn’t sure if it was a body, but hearing the others talk about how there wasn’t supposed to be a killing or witnesses made him realize that tommy was mostly likely dead. he stayed stuck in there while the two men figured out what to do. he didn’t know how long it had been since he locked himself in the restroom. it had been a more than thirty minutes it felt like or it could be less. it was long enough to allow the two men to call someone to join them. emery only realized they went from two to three when the third voice went from talking to the two men to talking to him through the door. who was this guy? emerson didn’t open the door. he left it shut and locked with an ear against the doorframe, trying to get a better listen.

“i … i don’t think so …” he says through the door. “they killed my brother’s roommate. no i will not talk to you or open the door. go away. i promise i’ll leave and stay quiet … please.” don’t beg this man he tells himself but ignores it. “your night will just get worse if you don’t let me leave … alive.”

character info in source. … — open to anyone!! the general idea: richard has sent two of his men to intimidate a guy knowing some shit he shouldn't—with strict rules not to kill him. your muse is the unexpected wrench in their plans (maybe they're an unexpected visitor or family member or one-night stand, etc—someone not in dude's usual routine) and they end up with an accidental(?) murder and your muse hiding in a room somewhere. richard's men don't want more deaths on their hands, so they call the boss in for reinforcement.

it wasn’t meant to happen this way. it was meant to be quick and clean; deliver a message, in and out within the hour. richard had sent two of his men to the home of an associate who knew information he shouldn’t, and he’d sent them with a set of simple rules: no permanent damage and no bodies—or body, since only one person was supposed to be home at this hour. make him want to keep quiet, see yourselves out.

if the blood pouring from the man’s head was any indication, the rules hadn’t been simple enough. to top it all off, he hadn’t been alone when jackson and dante—two of richard's best fighters, though very trigger-happy—had busted through the front door, and the asshole’s company is currently hiding behind lock and key. richard, who just wants to be back at home in time to take rosalie to school in the morning, is weary of more bloodshed. weary, but not entirely opposed if it is needed.

"i’ll break it down, boss,“ dante grumbles from the bedroom door. jackson has enough sense to wait outside and guard the bedroom window, the only other exit available. richard, who stands in the hall above the body of the man they’d killed, runs his hands through graying hair and growls an angry "no” right back to him.

with a string of curses at his lips, richard takes dante’s place at the door and snaps at him to clean up the fucking mess. morons, the both of them. "unlock the door," richard calls out as he leans against the doorframe, voice soft like a sigh. exhausted, just as he feels, but stern nevertheless, "don’ make me throw ya that ‘easy way hard way’ line like those cheesy goddamn movies. i’ve had a long fuckin’ night.”

"let's talk—just you 'n me."

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Containment Level: Necessary?

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warning: Tony’s a little shit; Human sized hamster ball… 😳, sick!reader.

Mostly just funny / fluffy 😂

A precious anon said that they’d been sick for a week now so I quickly wrote this for them, their request was vague enough so I might’ve had a bit of fun, and now I’m going to sleep. 🤪

2,534 Words

This… This is not at all what Natasha and Wanda were expecting to find upon entering the compound in their search for you.

They’d been absolutely shell shocked to find you not waiting for them as they returned from their week long mission, and if the lovers were being honest they were terribly disappointed. You always met them at the hangar, a bright smile, and warm hug to greet them, and then you would dote over them for the simplest of scratches, you were truly their comfort person.

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So, to see you in your current state it didn’t really answer any of their questions, or help to fizzle their concerns, not even in the slightest. Wanda took a tentative step forward to get a better view of you—you who was absolutely passed out inside of what appeared to be a human sized hamster ball. Natasha was still stood in the doorway with her face screwed up, confusion not even the tip of what she’s feeling, then after a second to process she’s beside her girlfriend, observant eyes taking in your beyond dead to the world state, and then she’s pretty sure of what’s gone down.

Just as Wanda went to tap the structure a new body had joined the common area with an iPad in one hand, and a coffee in the other, all while being none the wiser to the returned threats. “Well Y/N/N, good news! Your covid test came back negative, but it appears you have the flu, so my prescription is for you to remain in the bubble until Friday tells me you’re no longer a threat. I can’t afford your germs reaching me.,” Wanda’s eyes narrow when she hears his words, and Natasha’s face takes up a scowl., “Yeah, at your big age we’re fairly certain it would be to your unfortunate demise.”

Tony squeaks, coffee splashing everywhere as he pulls his iPad into his chest and takes a few cautious steps back all for the sake of safety., “Ladies, thank heavens you’re back…,” he cooly relays, but Wanda can hear his heart skipping, and Natasha can see much the same by means of the vein in his neck pulsing., “Y/N fell ill as you can see…,” Wanda waves and cuts him off., “When exactly did you do this to her Tony?”

“Um…,” his eyes dart between the mad women, his plans to run clear on his face, so the women take immediate action, Tony’s foot barely had a chance to lift off before Wanda wrapped him up in her magic, and Natasha approached him., “You have one more chance to do this the easy way Stark.,” he gulps but his lips stay locked. Natasha shrugs at the man who’s settled on an unfavorable fate, a faux twinkle of sympathy in her eyes as she is forced to call upon the AI.

“Friday, how long has Y/N been sick?,” he went to command her silence but Wanda physically zipped his lips shut with her powers, smirking when she sees the immense fear in his eyes., “Well, It appears she fell under the weather two days after you left, and Mr. Stark put her in the containment bubble that same afternoon.”

Tuesday—you’ve been in this bubble of stale oxygen for fucking five days, and the women were beyond livid with the lack of care shown. Wanda’s powers nearly strangled the man as she began to stew in her anger, then she caught her girlfriend’s equally as livid eyes, and so the two engaged in a silent conversation that left Tony beyond petrified, he’s certain a shiver would’ve run down his spine already had he not lost all feeling in his extremities.

Natasha turns to face the man once more, a bone chilling smirk plastered across her face., “Are you ready now moya lyubov’?,” Wanda’s suddenly soft voice called out to the woman who lived to taunt her victims, and so she winked at him for good measure before returning to the witches side with arms out., “Most definitely krasivaya.,” she purrs before kissing her lips to add to the man’s torture.

Wanda pulls back with a wide smile, then with an abrupt swish of her hands your slumped form was cradled against Natasha’s chest, and in the same second Tony’s being dropped into his previous method of containment., “No, please, anything but this… I’m too pretty to die.”, he pitifully pleads, his hands landing on the inner surface until he’s falling back with a loud screech., “Oh God, it’s wet, why is it wet?!”

Wanda laughs maniacally, her head thrown back, and Natasha finds the sight equally as amusing as Tony’s pain, the sudden thought of her in a pointy hat, and riding off into the sky on a broom earns her a glare, but it’s still worth it to imagine that her title would be so fitting., “That’s enough of that Natalia, let’s get our girl up to the room, and while you do that I’ll go to the store so I can make some homemade soup, and get her the proper items for her care.”

Natasha smiles down at your sickly form, her heart absolutely overflowing with love when you instinctually nuzzled into her embrace., “Sounds perfect.,” she beams, and the witch feels a twinge of jealousy in her heart when she hears how she plans to cuddle up to you, and with that she’s sprinting right out the door.

Tony’s pleads were reverberating off the walls of the sphere, echoing around him mockingly as Wanda added a touch of soundproofing. Friday couldn’t hear him either, so he laid there in his own misery—karma is a sexy bitch.

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Natasha held you incredibly close, the inferno that was to touch your skin wasn’t a turn off, but the smell of you had her wincing, and it was then she realized that a bath was in order., “Dorogoy…,” she gently coo’d while shaking you, but you were deep in your sleepy state., “Honey-bunny, time to take a bath.,” she said a bit louder, smirking down when you groaned at the unwelcome, familiar nickname, and your tired eyes slowly opened to glare up at her.

After a few beats of silence you felt an urge to bury yourself back into the warmth of the woman who had her arm over you. Days in the no-no ball left you truly touch deprived, you were desperate for her offered comfort, the radiating warmth was a plus, but then your mind caught up to you, and you were nervous. You couldn’t really smell—like at all, but Nat’s hinting words, upturned nose, and with your ability to still critically think you deduced that the odor you were emitting was likely putrid.

“Tasha, why are you cuddling me?,” her smile fell, now worried she had possibly overstepped, and her heart was near to breaking at the budding potential of your future rejections., “Don’t pretend that I don’t smell like a rat who just ran through a dumpster fire.,” she laughed, partially in relief, then she booped your nose., “Well, at least you’d make a cute rat…,” her lips curling as your croaky giggles filled the space.

Not a second later though was she sitting you both up and slamming her hand into your back to aide you as a set of rather brutal, dry coughs worked hard to tear your throat right apart. Her heart then breaking in two when she saw the fresh tears streaming down your face, and when your body naturally slumped against her she realized she’d need to aide you in bathing. With a gentle smile only reserved for you, and her longtime love she settled you back down., “I’m going to run you a tepid bath dorogoy.,” and after she sweetly kissed your clammy forehead she was off to do just that.

Staring up at the ceiling as you waited you were left to wonder where the redheads other half was at, and to also know how you even got out. You do your best to imagine their reactions, you can just picture Wanda’s head tilting, and Nat’s fists punching Tony’s stupid face, they’d always been super protective over you, and Tony’s always been a little shit so this wouldn’t even have been his first beat down over you., “What’s so funny huh?,” you peered over to see that she’d changed into a tank and shorts, the sight of her in such simple clothes always had you feeling some type of way, and her smug smirk let you know that she knew.

“Is Tony alive?,” she snorted, then let you in on his current predicament as she scoops you up., “Serves the bastard right for locking me up like that, did you see the makeshift toilet hatch?,” Natasha sees the genuine pain in your eyes, and it has her thinking she’d be up for a unique game of kickball., “Yeah, he’s a royal twat, I’m sorry he did that. Next time call us Y/N/N, and don’t even say you didn’t want to bother us.,” you huffed at her annoying ability to know exactly what you’re going to say before you do.

Natasha settled you onto the counter, and you stared at her with wide eyes when she didn’t leave after., “If you can stand without swaying I’ll go, if not, I’m staying and you can trust I’ll be nothing short of respectful.,” and as if she was the psychic you could barely take a step., “Why do you think I changed? Had to prepare myself for the splash zone.,” she teased to ease your obvious nerves, and you rolled your eyes at her lame joke.

Once you settled into the water your body jolted, the tepid water feeling far more frigid on your feverish skin, and Natasha then settled you down with a soft shove to your shoulder. True to her word, as always, she was nothing short of respectful, she even told you stories of the week gone by just to further settle your nerves. You closed your eyes, sighing in total contentment when she worked the products through your hair, and her nimble fingers massaged your scalp with a relieving purpose.

A plush robe was wrapped around your body, then with her hands over your covered hips she helped you to rebuild your strength as she guided you to your bed., “How do you feel?,” you hummed, watching in amusement as she knew exactly where to find your hoodies., “Much better Natty, thank you for helping.,” She said nothing, her eyes telling you that your words were actually offensive, and so you averted your gaze elsewhere.

Wanda entered the room just as Natasha was helping to ease a shirt over your raised arms, your exposed back more than she bargained for, not that she was complaining, she was actually just jealous of Natasha’s better angle. Just as she was about to make a snarky remark you’d turned to face her, and the way you reached out for her with a goofy smile had it instantly fading from her brain., “Not fair!,” Natasha grumbled, but she was ignored by all present parties.

Wanda settled your tray onto the desk, then she lifted your partially dressed form off the bed, and into a tight hug., “I do all the work, and you get all the glory.,” you giggle as the scary assassin throws a tantrum over your affections., “You’re free to join Natty.,” and even though Wanda glares at her to back off she throws her arms around the both of you, and drags you guys down onto the mattress.

“Be careful with our precious honey-bun.,” Wanda teases, you groan and try to push them away, but in your weakened state it’s pointless., “Be real, you couldn’t even get us off in your healthiest form.,” the witch laughs and you narrow your eyes in her direction, then look over to her girlfriend with a pout., “Aww, I’m sure you could totally push Wanda off.,” she reasons, then in a thoughtless moment she pecks your chapped lips, and you fall back onto the bed with a brain turned to absolute mush., “Great going Nat, you broke her…,” Wanda turns your face by way of your chin, then she pecks your lips next to get the message across.

“Not exactly how we’d planned to ask you out, but Y/N, we’d really love a chance to do so.,” The room remains silent for what feels like hours, but your thoughts were loud, and the witch was semi grateful for the front row seat to your panicked debating., “Honey, your soup is getting cold, and my patience is running low. Stop worrying, nothing will change, besides the fact that we’ll be able to love you openly now.,” You prop yourself up on your elbows, searching her eyes to find the truth, and once you find it you lay back down with a tired smile., “Ooh, and we’ll get to kiss you whenever we want, which is always if you were ever wondering.,” Natasha adds, and you wheeze., “You two are probably going to get sick now…”

They both shrug, and in perfect mental synchrony Natasha yanks you up, ignoring your shocked squeals that bridge the line of coughs as she pulls your back flush to her front, and a spoon pushes at your mouth., “Open up love bug, the faster you eat, the quicker we can get you medicated and settled in between us.,” you waste no time obeying her command, and she winks, “Such a good girl…,” her incredulous laughter at your widened eyes has you attempting to shrink away but Natasha as an unavoidable barrier leaves you stuck., “Stay still detka, no need to earn a punishment so soon…,” both of them share a smirk when you gulp down the soup, and settle yourself.

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Wanda and Natasha took turns cuddling up to you while the other took a shower, and though you tried to stay awake you were still sick, so when Nat came out in your clothes you weren’t even able to appreciate the sight, but she was. Wanda was humming a Sokovian lullaby while running her hand through your soft hair, her other was mindlessly tracing figure eights over your exposed hip, and with her eyes still closed she rolls her eyes then whispers to not disturb you., “Stop being such a creep, and climb in so that we can start the Dick Van Dyke show.”

Natasha furrows her brow at the show named., “Go ahead and start without me moya lyubov’, I have some balls to kick.,” she too whispers, leaning over you to kiss her girlfriend’s lips, then she settles one to your temple when she pulls back, then she winks at Wanda’s offended face, and effortlessly avoids the thrown pills., “Better yet, sleep on the damn couch!,” you stirred slightly, but with a few seconds of humming you were back to peacefully sleeping. “Goodnight our sweet girl, we love you.,” and within only a few minutes Wanda was out too, the mission having finally caught up to her now that you were in much better conditions.

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Bargaining, One Shot (Slight spoilers for Ep5!)

Summary: You get pruned and think you’ve died, but when you wake up you find President Loki staring down at you. You beg him to help you. So he makes a bargain with you. In return for safety, he wants your body. 

Warnings: Dub-con

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Your eyes fluttered open, expecting to see some kind of bright light or angels, perhaps. Or maybe you’d gone to the depths of hell, so would see demons and fire everywhere. But you were surprised, and confused, when you opened them to see dark clouds above and a man with black hair and a weird horned crown popped into view, looming over you, with some others surrounding him.

‘Oh dear, is she dead?’ President Loki asked.

One of the others he was with nudged your shoulder with his foot. Making you groan as you blinked hard to focus.

‘Apparently not.’ Loki chuckled.

You rolled round and got up onto your hands and knees, looking up at the men surrounding you. There was then an almighty roar from not too far away. You looked over and saw the most terrifying monster in the clouds.

‘You’re not a Loki, are you?’ Loki asked you.

‘A what? Loki? What do you mean?’ You frowned.

Loki sighed and rolled his eyes. ‘Clearly not. Waste of our time.’

‘Do we kill her, sire?’ One of the men asked, making your eyes widen.

‘No, Alioth will get her soon enough.’ Loki sneered and turned around to leave with the others.

You quickly put two and two together that Alioth was the name of the terrifying cloud monster that was getting closer and closer.

‘WAIT!’ You scrambled towards Loki. ‘Please… Please, don’t leave me here.’ You begged.

He turned back to face you, raising an eyebrow. ‘Why should I help you? You’re not one of us, no one but Loki’s survive here.’

‘Please… I’ll do whatever you want, anything, just please don’t leave me here. I beg you.’ You cried and was literally begging at his feet. You looked up at him through teary eyes. ‘I’m scared, please.’

Loki tilted his head as he stared down at you. Then he tapped his lower lip in thought for a moment, before a wicked smirk spread across his lips. You noticed he was then actually looking at you rather thoroughly for the first time.

‘I suppose, having a woman around could be rather useful.’ He hummed. ‘It has been so long since I’ve felt the soft lips of another…’ He reached down and brushed his thumb against your lower lip, making your lip quiver at his meaning.

Though the thought of doing sexual favours in return for safety didn’t exactly sound like a bad idea in this situation. Besides, he was rather good looking. And considering you’d thought you had died, the chance at survival was too great to pass up.

‘Please.’ You whispered again, pleading him with your eyes.

You knew he was dangerous, it was obvious. The fact that he and the others with him were even alive in this place. Even at first glance you knew it wasn’t a safe place to be.

He stood up straight and slid his hands into his pockets again. Then he nodded once. ‘Come with me.’

You scrambled up to your feet and followed as he started heading off quickly, it was hard keeping up with his large strides, but you managed. The others were staring at you weirdly, not sure whether to trust you or not. Since they didn’t trust anyone, really.

The monster was getting closer, making you shake more and more in fear. But Loki was completely calm as he led the way. Then eventually, after what felt like hours but was actually just a few minutes, you came to a large circular hatch in the ground.

Some of the others opened it up and started climbing down. Loki looked at you and motioned to the ladder. But you were frozen, the thought of going down there and being trapped god knows where…

‘Suit yourself. You can come down and take your chance with me, or you can stay out here all alone with the monster. But no one apart from Loki’s ever survive here alone.’ He said darkly, smirking a little.

He went towards the ladder, but you quickly moved forward after hearing another roar from the monster. ‘I’ll come down.’ You blurted out quickly.

Loki grinned and motioned for you to go first as he took a small step back. You hesitantly began to climb down the ladder and Loki followed. When you reached the bottom, you turned around and were faced with even more people that you assumed were other Loki’s. They all had various weapons aimed at you, making your eyes widen.

‘Hey, hey, hey! Back off, she’s no threat. She’s mine.’ Loki growled at them all roughly when he got down the ladder behind you.

They instantly backed down, obeying their King.

Loki gripped your upper arm firmly and led you through the other Loki’s, he started spouting some green energy from his hand when one of them tried to get over to you. You gulped hard, just what exactly had you gotten yourself into?

He took you through to what you assumed was his private bedroom. It was just as weird and dark as the other room. But this one at least had a bed.

Using some magic, Loki locked the door without a key.

‘Well now.’ He said as he shrugged off his black jacket, leaving the rest of his clothes on. But he started rolling his sleeves up his forearms. You weren’t sure why, but you felt the green waistcoat and tie really suited him, like it was his colour.

‘Are you going to hold up your end of the bargain?’ He growled low, licking his lips.

You felt your own mouth go dry as you looked down and saw a bulge in his trousers. Not knowing for sure what he might be capable of, and holding up your end of the bargain, you walked over to him and sank down to your knees.

A smirk tugged on his lips as he gazed down at you. You were so nervous as you reached up and slowly started palming at him through his trousers. God, he felt so big. You were kind of scared to see for sure.

‘Come on, pet. Don’t keep me waiting, it’s not too late for me to chuck you back outside to the monster.’ He said in warning as he narrowed his eyes at you.

With a gulp, you began to free his cock. And when you did, it didn’t ease your nerves at all. You felt his piercing gaze upon you as you tentatively started stroking him, slowly becoming bolder and bolder as you got used to his rather intimidating size.

‘Don’t be scared. This beast doesn’t bite much, unlike the one outside.’ He chuckled.

You licked your lips and then looking up at him, you leaned forward and took him into your mouth. His eyes fluttered and his mouth parted in a throaty groan when he felt your warm mouth engulf him.

‘That’s it, good girl.’ He growled and reached down to slide his long fingers through your hair.

You felt a delightful shiver run down your spine at his praise for some reason. You hollowed your cheeks and tried to suck him down as far as you could, pleasing him that you were trying. But what you couldn’t take down your throat you made up for with your tongue work.

His hand in your hair suddenly tightened, and to your shock he started fucking your mouth roughly. Giving you no option but to take him down your throat, making you choke on him. You put your hands on his lean thighs for support and was pleasantly surprised with how muscular they felt beneath the fabric. But you didn’t get long to think on it as your throat started to hurt.

‘Your mouth is simply wonderful. Oh, yes. I think this was a very good bargain indeed.’ He snarled.

When he was close to cumming, he eased up and just rested on your tongue. You didn’t want to disappoint him, to have him toss you out. So you moaned around him, causing vibrations to dance all over his cock. And you moved your tongue along the underside of him, doing everything just right. So when he came, he came hard, shooting down your throat. You did your best to swallow all of his cum, some dribbled down your chin but that only made him lust after you even more.

After his loud moaning and grunting, he took a few deep breaths to compose himself. But his eyes were still full of dark lust as he pulled out of your mouth.

‘Get on your hands and knees.’ He demanded gruffly, his cock bobbing, still aroused.

You were slightly startled when he waved his hand and suddenly you were completely naked. But you didn’t get time to dwell on it, because he moved behind you as you did as you were told and got into position, you gasped when you felt his fingers sliding against your cunt. ‘Ohhh, pet.’ He cooed and rubbed over your clit, making your body jump. ‘It seems this bargain is not only satisfying for me, but it seems it is for you too.’

You hung your head down in shame at how wet you were just from sucking him off. But Loki’s firm grip in your hair suddenly tugged your head right back, making you gasp.

‘No, no. Do not hang your head in shame. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sucking your King off.’ He growled seductively into your ear, then licked up the side of your neck, making you whimper.

He let go of your hair and instead wrapped his hand around the front of your neck as he lined up with your sopping wet cunt. In one smooth thrust, he was inside of you, filling you up completely. His hand around your neck controlled your breathing, only letting you do so when he deemed fit.

You had never been so aroused in your life. It was evident with the obscene noises coming from between you both as Loki pounded into you.

Your own orgasm hit you like a train crash, you’d never felt anything so animalistic and purely chaotic in your life. It felt so rushed and needy, but it was the most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever had. Not long ago you thought you had died, and now you felt like you were dying all over again but this time in over pleasure. With Loki laughing wickedly over you from behind as he spilled into you from his own orgasm.

He collapsed on top of you, knocking you down to the cold hard ground on your stomach. But you didn’t care much, feeling his heavy weight on top of you didn’t bother you either.

‘Mmm… This is a good deal indeed.’ He murmured as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. ‘I give you my word, that I will keep you alive and safe, pet. If you keep your body available to me, always. Can you do that?’

Your mind was so fuzzy, you could barely even think straight. But you nodded and managed to squeak out your answer. ‘Yes… My King.’

[coco-loco-nut]

Mission: Almost Impossible

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

TW: mentions of murder (self defense), violence

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You met Rooster while he was deployed overseas on a naval base. He had no idea what your job was and why you were there. Any time he asked, you gave an ambiguous answer and subtly changed the topic. Rooster quickly learned to not question your fluency in French and Arabic, he went with the assumption that you were a translator. Against your better wishes, he pushed past your carefully constructed walls and that stupid mustache captured your heart.

Being a CIA operations officer, you were ambiguous by nature. Many people on base that you met were always curious as to how Rooster got you to talk. The other officers on base didn’t interact much with each other, keeping a low profile. When you noticed him watching you, which was right away, your analytical side kicked in. You noted everything, quickly picking up his habits and ticks. He quickly fell head over heels for you, asking you out after a few days. Seeing no harm in it, you agreed, soon becoming official.

“Hey, want to grab dinner later?” Rooster approaches you, having finished his scheduled flight. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Busy, sorry Roos,” you smiles sadly. He could tell you were going to disappear for a couple days again. You had your own tells with him, ones you purposefully put out for him.

“It’s okay. I’m really starting to wonder why you are here though. You have high government clearance, but aren’t in the Navy. Are you James Bond or something?” He asks with a stupid smile.

“Bond?” You snort. If people know what it was you did, they would be disappointed. “Roos, James Bond is made up. There are no secret agents with a license to kill. Except you,” you tease, he laughs with you. You partially lied, if things get messy, you can hit a target with ease. It just isn’t option number one or a common choice.

“Hey, I haven’t used that license yet,” he defends himself. “When will you be back?”

“It depends,” You talk for a little longer before heading to mission briefing. You and other officers were going to do a covert mission. Your job was to handle the agent giving you information and tail the target. You didn’t handle the militant side of things, that is for the paramilitary officers that you work with. Your use to SAD is your language skills and your intelligence skills.

When ready to leave, you slip out with another officer who will trail you. Your meeting with the agent goes smoothly, you memorize the information and move onto locating your target. You stay for hours. Watching, tracking, and noting every single move. Then something goes wrong, a foot out of place maybe. You are suddenly face to face with your target, engaged in hand to hand combat. Fighting was never your strong suit. You held your own well enough, but when things started going downhill you had to go to your last resort. You are on the ground, leg fractured, bleeding from a cut you don’t know happened, and one wrong move from being dead. Pulling out your gun, you manage to shoot first as your target draws on you.

Your partner reaches you and helps you up from other members from the team. You quickly get back to base, in shock. You’ve never had to use lethal force before, you’ve always been able to get out in training and nothings ever gone sideways, until now. Rooster sees you get assisted into the med bay, his brows furrowed at your appearance.

After a few hours of treatment and questioning from your superiors, you are left alone in the room. Then Rooster walks in.

“Hey, what happened?”

“I killed a man,” you say, staring past Rooster at the wall. Your voice is monotone, scaring Rooster more than your obvious injuries. He got the general idea that your job was dangerous from how secretive you were, but he never fully grasped it. He sits beside you, holding your hand, silent. “He was about to kill me, I was down. I didn’t mean to, not really,” you stutter, tears forming in your eyes.

“Hey, hey. Look at me. You are okay, you are alive, that’s all that matters right now,” Rooster’s warm eyes gaze into your tearful ones. He didn’t really know what to say, he’s a pilot, not a therapist. After a few beats he gathers up the courage to ask his personal elephant in the room. “What were you doing out there?”

“My job, Roos. I’m a CIA Operations Officer. I help gather the intel so you know where to fly your planes. I’m damn good at it too, or I was,” you say, a little proud.

“Well shit, my baby is more badass than me,” he smiles, causing you to giggle a little. His smile fades as yours does, the distant look creeping back onto your face. “Baby, what can I do?”

“Sing for me?” you ask, moving over so he can wrap you in his arms. He quickly racks his internal music library and settles on You’ve Lost That Lovin Feelin. You release a consent sigh as his voice fills the room. A comfortable silence fills the air as he finishes the song, he can feel you relaxed in his arm instead of tense.

“Do you wanna talk to Hangman about it?” Rooster sets aside his pride to recommend the other star pilot on base, the only one with a confirmed kill. You had sat through rants, met said pilot, and find their rivalry childish - even if you do think Hangman is a little annoying. After mulling it over, you nod. Rooster presses a kiss to you head as you fall into a fitful sleep. When you wake up to Rooster trying to calm you down, you notice another person in the room.

“Shit, how long was I out,” you ask, brushing hair off of your face. Rooster left his spot on the hospital bed while you were sleeping and went back to the chair.

“I heard you joined the least popular exclusive club,” Hangman’s southern drawl is soft and comforting, a stark change from its usual annoying tone. Rooster slides out of the room as you grimace at the words.

“I murdered him,” you whisper as Hangman sits beside you. Rooster gave the briefest rundown, only telling Jake that you had killed someone in self defense.

“Like I said, not a popular group, even with the members. Listen to me. You were about to die, you did the only thing you could do to make it out alive. It’s shitty, no one wants to do it. I certainly wasn’t particularly inclined to shoot someone down but when someone is shooting at you, what can you do? Nothing anyone will say will help you move past it, you have to come to terms with it yourself. Go see a doctor, work through it. Sometimes self defense isn’t sunshine and rainbows,” Hangman lectures. But you needed the little bit of tough love.

“Thanks, Hangman. You’re right, I need to see a doctor. I just wish that bastard didn’t make me do it” you shake your head. He reaches out and rests a hand on your shoulder.

“Anytime, sunshine. Mind telling me what happened to cause this, like why the hell you got into that situation,” Hangman lets his curiosity get the best of him, his blue eyes sparkling a little.

“That’s classified, Lieutenant. You are not privy to that information,” you straighten a little, eyes narrowing on the pilot who surrenders.

“Alright Seresin, out,” Rooster returns as Hangman jots down his phone number and room location so you can get ahold of him if needed.

“You know, he’s really not that bad,” you comment after a few seconds, internally laughing at Bradley’s expression changing.

“Don’t say that. Not when referring to Hangman,” Rooster cringes, a tone of distaste in Hangman’s name. He crosses the room to once again take a seat by you. He watches as a doctor walks in to give you a timeframe regarding leaving the hospital and starting activities. He keeps the conversations flowing with the nurses who changed your bandages.

“I don’t remember getting this one,” you add to the conversation as a nurse rebandages your stomach. It’s clear that a knife slashed it, leaving what will be one hell of a scar, but you don’t remember when.

“Did you hit your head during the fight?” Rooster asks and you shrug. You couldn’t remember all of it, whether it be your brain repressing the memory, amnesia, or blacking out.

A few days later you were sitting around on base, physically not allowed to do anything, so you elected to hang with Rooster or Hangman when not in therapy or sleeping. You did some CIA casework that was able to be done from a desk. When your wounds healed, you started PT with a doctor on base, until you got the call.

“Hey, you wanted to talk?” Rooster, still in flight gear, leans on the doorframe to your bedroom. His curls are slicked back with sweat and he gives you one of those smiles that makes you melt.

“I’m going home. My mission changed, I’m not needed here anymore,” you rip the bandaid off. You knew it was coming, but you just got the official word. Rooster swallows, looking at a different corner of your room.

“I- uh, when?” he asks, his voice a little chocked.

“A couple days. Once I get final clearances to fly from my doctors, I’ll be out,” you also avoid his eyes. You hadn’t discussed this yet, you hadn’t thought long term.

“That’s so soon,” and it was. Before you knew it you were stateside, taking every spare minute you had to talk with Rooster. Calls were spotty due to your busy schedules and the time difference. Every day got a little easier. Hangman recommended an amazing therapist and you made sure to thank him. Rooster still doesn’t like your bond with him, but doesn’t say anything.

What surprised you though was the knock on your door. You were laying on the couch in your shitty pajamas from years ago, eating a party sized bag of chips and watching reality shows. Your tangled hair was lazily thrown in a messy bun, brushing it was a future you problem, but now you are regretting that choice. You brush the chip crumbs off of your chest and thighs, standing up and approaching the door.

“Bradley?” You ask and immediately slam the door shut. He can’t see you like this, this is like a year into dating level, not we-fooled-around-and-have-a-relationship-but-never-see-each-other level. You hear him laugh to himself and knock on the door. You slowly open it, popping your head out.

“Can I come in?” he asks with a smile.

“How do you know where I live?” you ask but he forces his way in as you step aside.

“This wasn’t quite the reaction I was hoping for. No welcome home kiss?” He pouts jokingly, you just look on skeptically.

“A little warning would’ve been nice. I could’ve looked decent and not like trash,” you say, brushing past him and returning to your tv. He is confused but sits beside you and tries to steal a chip. You swat his hand away.

“So, Secret Agent what are your plans,”

“Not a secret agent, would be cool though,”

“Your job is literally what a secret agent does,”

“Kinda, but no where in my job title does it say ‘secret agent’,”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he says and you sigh.

“Watching shitty reality tv while wearing old ratty pajamas,” you reply, missing him snatch your chips out of your hands, holding them away from you.

“Welcome home kiss in exchange for the chips,” he says and you give in. He tastes the saltiness of the chips on your lips.

“You are such a dork,” you laugh, cuddling into him. Your show is forgotten as you both catch up. Before you know it, the both of you are asleep on the couch, together again.

[twinkleimagines]

*can we still be friends?*

You and Drew dated throughout high school and even college, but after college Drew decided to move to Atlanta, leaving you behind with a broken heart. Years later you find eachother by accident , and Drew wants to spark things back up.

WARNING : smut, language!

- also, this was not proof read so fair warning 😂

“ OH MY GOD!” You screamed as you looked over your recent email you had just received .

“ what?!” Your roommate yelled from her bedroom in panic. You met her in the hallway from your room, a wide grin on your face as you held your phone against your chest.

“ y/n if you don’t tell me what the hell you’re up here screaming for “ she replied before you turned your phone around facing her .

“ no fucking way “ she beamed in excitement as she read the email.

“ I got the part “ you grinned excitedly. You had been auditioning for acting parts since you had graduated college . You had gotten small one - two line scenes that paid decent but you had yet to get a big role. Today though you had gotten an email from your agent that you had gotten the role for a character on a new Netflix show called ‘ outer banks’ . You had gotten the role to be a pogue. You weren’t a main character but you were going to be definitely known on screen .

“ oh my fucking god!” She screamed out , you both jumping with excitement.

“Wait when do you start? Where are they filming?” She asked .

“ Charleston South Carolina ! It says I’m suppose to be there by tomorrow morning “ you beamed.

“ we’ll what the hell are you doing still standing here ?! Go pack! “ she demanded.

****

“Y/n you ready?” You agent asked from the Uber you were both in.

“ I am so ready” you beamed excitedly.

“ okay we’ll were meeting some of the producers and casts for a chemistry reading “ you looked over at her in confusion.

“ but I already did a chemistry reading “ you replied.

“ yes with the ‘ pogues’ “ she replied. “ your character is going to be having most her interactions with two ‘kooks’ and they just want to test the waters to see how well you guys don’t get along”. You shook your head.

“ oh, whatever “ you shrugged. It didn’t take long to get to the location that you would soon be filming at and you had honestly became overly excited.

“ Hi y/n I’m Jonas, we talked briefly over the phone a few times” Jonas said while shaking your hand.

“ yes I remember , hi!” You replied excitedly .

“ okay so I’m going to have you come into this room and then you and a couple of the other actors are just going to go over your lines , nothing to major” he reassured. You nodded in agreement following behind .

You walked in, almost stopping dead in your tracks as you scanned the room. There were three men, one you knew all too well.

“ this is Austin, Deion , and Drew.” Jonas spoke.

You didn’t hear much of what else Jonas was saying as you and Drew made eye contact, him seeming just as surprised as you. The tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife it was so thick, considering the last time you ever spoke to him ended horribly .

~~~

“ Drew” you said walking out from his bedroom at his moms house .

“ yeah princess “ he replied walking out of his mother’s kitchen towards you.

“ what’s this about Atlanta?” You asked holding up his laptop with a search history for apartments in Atlanta Georgia. He sighed nervously running his hands through his hair.

“ princess I was going to tell you” he replied stepping forward. You quickly stepped back scoffing while shaking your head .

“ tell me what drew?” It was pretty obvious what the answer was but you were angry and wanted to hear it from his own mouth. Drew sat for a second, knowing everything was about to fall apart once he told you his plans.

“ I’m moving to Atlanta “ he responded finally, his eyes lowering to to the ground. Even though you subconsciously knew what he was going to say, once he finally did it really hit you hard.

“ drew” you responded in disappointment. “ you know I have one year left in school I can’t move to Atlanta “ you replied. It was true , Drew was a year older than you . You had gotten together your sophomore year in high school while he was a junior and been together ever since. You even went to the same college as him so you guys would be together . You both were passionate on the same career which made it easier, but the fact that when it was his turn to wait on you he wouldn’t.

“ princess I know , I figured we can do a long distance thing” your eyes widened in shock.

“ Drew you’re going to be a whole state away are you serious?!”you replied, your hands thrown in the air .

“Y/n there’s no opportunities for me here , you know I’ve always wanted to go to the big cities to pursue in acting .” He replied his voice now rising as well.

“ yeah but” you responded, your voice lowering as tears began to form in your eyes. “ you’re leaving me behind” . It hurt so bad that Drew was leaving. Of course you wanted him to prosper in life but you had been doing everything and even putting some job opportunities on hold so you wouldn’t be away from him, but the one time it was his turn, you weren’t his choice .

“ y/n-“

“ no just forget it Drew. Enjoy Atlanta” you responded before leaving towards his room to pack your stuff, soon leaving Drew’s home, never speaking to him again.

~~~

“ Rafe and Callie- go ahead with your scene” Jonas asked as he pointed down to the sheet of paper going over a short scene between the two of your characters .

“ listen Callie you and your dirty pogues need to stay off of figure 8 ok” Drew spoke with hatred, looking up at you waiting for your response .

“ you know what” you replied sitting up in your seat. “ you kooks are all the same . “ you spat out . You could feel anger building among yourself , not because of getting into character, but more because of your true anger towards Drew was beginning to flow out.

“ is that so?” He relied.

“ YES Rafe!” You interrupted. “ you only care about yourself. You’re all selfish and self centered. You always get what you want no matter who gets hurt in the way” Drew sat for a second. He could tell from the look on your face that even though those words were written for Rafe, he knew you meant it directly towards him.

“ the only dirty one here is you Rafe “ you spat out, scolding him from a cross the table . You quickly were snapped out of your trance when you heard clapping from the side of you, Jonas laughing with excitement.

“ man that’s exactly what I’m talking about sweet heart!” He said pointing at you. You chuckled before glancing at Drew , seeing him almost look, upset?

—

It didn’t take you long to find your way to your trailer . All of your excitement about the new gig had gone flying out the window the moment you realized one of the cast members was the same person who shattered your heart years ago.

If we’re being honest , Drew was the reason you had made it to where you were now . Not to give him full credit , but after he chose to pursue in his career and not you, you had decided for yourself you would do nothing but make it to the top and make sure that you never chose anyone over yourself again and was all you had been doing at this point.

You sat staring at yourself in your mirror before you heard a gentle knock against your trailer.

Your stomach did somersaults as you knew exactly who it was. You hesitated for a second before you finally got up from your chair, making your way to the door. 

You rolled your eyes as you saw the tall brunette standing behind the door of your trailer . You turned away, letting him in as you went to your couch.

“ Well uhm” he spoke nervously , running his hands through his hair. You looked up at him in anger as you waited for him to respond.

“ I wanted to see you.” He responded making his way over to you. “ it’s been a while” he finished now standing directly above you. You scoffed crossing your arms .

“ you can say that” you mumbled.

“ look I know we left on bad terms-“

“ no Drew you left on bad terms. Let’s clear that up “ you interrupted standing up. Drew took a step back giving you space before nodding, looking down.

“ I understand why you’re upset . But I want you to know I wasn’t leaving you. I was just leaving North Carolina. There were bigger opportunities out there for me and I was going to get them started staying back at home. I just-“ you put your hand in the space between you and him.

“ Drew you left me “ you responded, your voice s bit softer than it was. “ I went to the same school as you so we could be together. I turned down so many opportunities for us. I put my life on hold-“

“ I never asked you to!” Drew responded finally snapping. You sat for a second, shocked at his words . “ and if we’re being honest I would’ve never ask you to” you shook your head in disbelief . Your anger was causing you to be blind to the truth Drew was saying. He was absolutely right but you had never sat back and thought about it.

“ you know what Drew” you spat out, tears beginning to form once again. “ it’s a good thing you’re playing the kook king- yanno since he’s so damn selfish”.

Drew was taken back from your words. You didn’t mean it at all but you were so built up with anger from why a happened years ago that the words just slipped out. Drew nodded his head slowly before making his way out of your trailer without another word said .

You gasped, realizing how harsh you were to him. your hand flew to your mouth as you let out sobs thinking about the words you had just said

You sat silently in your trailer as you thought about the conversation you had just had . You knew Drew was right. He never actually told you to do any of the things you had done, you had just done them because you believed the relationship was more important than your goals in life. And now you realize it was really you who had left Drew. You could’ve worked through long distance, and followed him to Atlanta later but instead you left your selfishness and anger get the best of you.

You realized it was really you who needed to apologize so you quickly gathered your composer before making your way outside, searching for Drew’s trailer. Once you had found it you began frantically knocking , only for no one to answer.

“ y/n?” You heard from behind you. You turned around for it to be Drew. You wanted to do nothing but run and wrap your arms around him but instead you stood still, looking at him with puffy eyes.

“I-I’m sorry “ you blurted out. Drew’s eyes widened before he grabbed your arm .

“C’mon let’s take this somewhere more private” he spoke , guiding you into his trailer before shutting g the door behind you.

“ Drew you were right . I was just so mad I couldn’t even see that it was really me being selfish. And for that I am so sorry. “ Drew sat quietly , listening to go on and on about how sorry you were even though he had forgave you before he had even dry your own trailer.

“ y/n” he responded interrupting you during your rant . “ y/n just hush for a second” he responded with a slight chuckle . You nodded, wiping your face.

“ y/n I was wrong for not communicating with you. I should’ve chased you and brought you with, and if long distance wouldn’t have worked - I should’ve stayed behind and waited until you finished school” he responded grabbing a hold of your hand. You should your head in disagreement.

“ no, because you wouldn’t be here” you responded .

“ well regardless- I have missed you so damn much” he relied before pulling you towards him, placing his lips against yours. It was weird but such a familiar feeling that you hadn’t even realized how much you had missed it as well.

After both pulled away from the kiss, Drew looked down at you, grinning.

“ what “ you scoffed with a smirk following .

“ I can’t believe we’re about to play enemies on this show “ he spoke out causing you both to laugh loudly.

*****

It had been over a month since you and Drew reconnected. Things had definitely began to look up for the both of you. You had made many friends amongst the cast and even though you and Drew weren’t dating, feelings were definitely sparking between the two.

“ what are you up to tonight?” Drew asked as you both sat in the field , watching the cast film a scene.

“ I was honestly going to just stay in my apartment and watch tv tonight. You?” You responded, leaned back against the grass propped up on your hands.

“ oh” he replied, looking back out into the field.

“ I am making mom‘s chicken casserole so I was going to see if maybe they wanted to come over and have some?” He asked. You grinned. His mother’s chicken casserole was one of your favorite dinners she had ever made and Drew knew that. You nodded with a grin plastered across your face causing Drew too smile as well. You could almost say his cheeks were turning red. 

***

You sighed heavily as you looked over your outfit in your mirror in your bathroom. You wanted to look cute, but casual so you dressed in jeans and a loose pink tank, a few pieces of jewelry and tennis shoes.

It was obvious that you were beyond nervous to see him because despite being around Drew, this was the first time you both were going to spend one on one quality time together without somebody else including themselves in. just being able to be around him though and spending time with him even if it included others, you had regrown the feelings you once had for Drew over time, but you weren’t sure at this point if the feelings were mutual. Drew had changed and matured so much over the few years you had been away , and of course you had too so things were the same , but very different.

“ hey” Drew said with a smile as he opened the door, seeing you stand on the other side.

“ hey” you grinned slyly before walking in.

“ mmmm” you moaned out, smelling the food in the oven. “ boy does that bring back memories .” Drew chuckled before scratching the back of his head nervously .

“ yeah I was thinking the same” he replied before making his way into the kitchen, opening the oven to check on it.

You looked around his apartment. It was crazy to see that his style in furniture and agriculture was still the same as it was when he was younger.

It almost made you sad that you had missed out on Drew’s growth since college. You quickly shook the sadness feeling away before making your way next to him , watching contently as he took the pan out of the oven.

“ oooohh yum” you beamed excitedly placing your hands together in front of you.

“ want to grab the plates?” He asked as he grabbed a spatula to help break the chicken up. You nodded before making your way to his cabinet, grabbing two plates out. It was quiet as you both fixed your plates, making your way to his couch. Since the producers only provided studio sized apartments for the time you were there , there wasn’t much space for tables so it was either the couch or standing.

“ Drew, I know I haven’t said this yet, but I am so proud of you” you finally spoke, breaking the silence. He looked over at you , a grin forming against his face as he chewed through his bite.

“ I’m serious “ you responded , not taking your eyes off of Drew. “ imagine if I really held you back like I tried . You wouldn’t be where you’re at now.“ you said. It was almost like you were saying it to yourself . You were finally realizing that it was you in the wrong in the long run. To even ask Drew to stay behind and not follow his dreams was just selfish .

“Y/n stop beating yourself over this okay? We’ve both made decisions in the past that we regret but look at us now” he responded. He didn’t need to go into detail but he was right . It became silent once again, just the sound of his tv going in the background ( that neither of you were actually paying attention to) .

“ this honestly tastes just like your moms” you laughed out in shock.

“ yanno why do you sound so surprised?” He jokingly argued, his head cocked towards you.

“ because Drew” you laughed out thinking of the memory you were about to speak of. “ you couldn’t even cook your hot pocket in the microwave without burning it” you both laughed as you thought about Drew’s multiple attempts to cooking that never worked out. When the laughing between you two died down, Drew stared intently into your eyes before he leaned in, placing his lips against yours. Your body immediately pushed forward towards his, pressing into the kiss.

Your eyes widened once you realized what was happening before pulling away, placing your hands over your mouth.

“ Drew” you spoke out softly. You were so unsure on whether this was really what he wanted that you didn’t want him to do something he’d regret.

“ y/n it’s okay” he reassured gently, before placing his hands against the side of your face, placing his lips against yours once again. This time you caved in, your hands finding their way to the back of his head, your fingers intwining through his hair.

You moaned slightly as his hands pressed firmly against your hips, pulling you up onto his lap. You began moving your hips against his, pressing your crotch against his for friction. Drew’s long fingers pressed against your bottom as he pushed you forward against him, deep throaty groans following behind.

“ lay down on the couch “ he demanded , his voice low and deep. You and Drew had slept together of course when you were younger , but something seemed different this time, more dominant was more like it. You bit your bottom lips as you removed yourself from Drew, quickly pushing your jeans down and off of you before laying down across the couch as Drew had instructed, your head landed on the arm rest.

Drew hovered over you, placing sloppy kisses down your neck, trailing down to your breast. You watched intensely as he pulled your breast out from above your shirt , groping them in his large hands. You hissed slightly as he pinched around your exposed nipple before placing your right nipple in his mouth.

You closed your eyes in pure bliss, your bottom lip pressed in between your teeth.

Your eyes reopened when you felt his fingers tuck under your underwear, before tugging them down , tossing them next to where your pants laid. Your eyes furrowed together . In all the years you had been together, Drew had never given you head . He was just too insecure that he wouldn’t do it good so seeing him down there , his lips trailing up your thigh to your heated core was beyond shocking.

You gasped loudly as he finally placed his mouth where you wanted him, his tongue doing one long stroke against your slit before lightly sucking on your clit.

��� Drew” you moaned out . You were tempted to ask where he learned this from but you knew that wouldn’t be an appropriate question nor would you really want to hear the answer.

At this point Drew was doing wonders on your heated area, so much that you couldn’t even hold the moans in. The way his tongue and finger both simultaneously worked against you had you coming to your orgasm quicker than anything.

“ fuck Drew!” you moaned out as you bucked your hips up against his face as you felt that familiar tingle feeling. Before you could even finish your climax, Drew’s lips clashed against yours, your own taste filling your mouth as his tongue fought for dominance over yours. Drew reached in between the two of you , , pulling his rock hard member out before before quickly sliding into your already soaking wet core.

Your arms looped under his as your hands landed on his back, your nails immediately began to dig as his hips moved at a fast pace against yours . Your body rocked against his couch as he pounded in you over and over, his member filling you more than you had ever remembered. He placed his lips against yours again as you let uncontrollable moans.

Drew placed one hand against the arm of the couch, his bicep flexing over your head as he continued to grind himself into you at continuous beat.

“ god I’m getting close” he groaned out , his words barely audible as he became out of breath from moving so fast .

You quickly wrapped your legs around him, causing him to go in even deeper than before . He threw his head back in pleasure , the veins in his neck popping out as his thrusts became sloppy. You pressed your lips deep against his as you felt yourself cum around him as well as his movements began to slow down, eventually becoming to a haunt.

Drew sat for a second, his forehead placed against yours as he caught his breath before he sat back up off of you, helping you sit up.

It was quiet as you both cleaned yourself before you sat back down on the couch next to him, still slightly worn out.

“ damn Drew “ you laughed out, running your now tangled hair towards the back of your head . “ you fucked the shit out of me “ you stated, causing him to chuckle.

“ like I said , I really missed you over those years” he said with a cocky smirk following . You shook your head while grinning, turning your eyes away from him.

“ do you maybe want to stay the night?” He asked , this time with seriousness. You looked over at him, a smile present on your face .

“ yeah I’d like that” you responded.

Maybe what they say is true.

If it’s meant to be, it’ll find its way back. ❤️

*****

I almost deleted this whole thing because Idk just didn’t really like it but I know I’ve been incognito for almost a week so I figured I’d post it anyways. Another fic called ‘Keep your hands to yourself ‘will be posted tonight though so anyone want to be tagged let me know ❤️

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Wedding Night

Gaara x Female Y/N

Word Count: 2,244

Warnings: arranged marriage, virgin sex, oral sex, unedited smut

I was nervous. My heart had been racing all day thanks to my wedding day anxiety, and the unsolicited advice from literally every single woman attending did not help. Neither did my father’s look of sympathy as he gave me away. My heart, having beat so fast it ran out of fuel, had dropped to the pit of my stomach the second we got into the carriage to take us to our home. This was the first time I was truly alone with my now husband, and it was dead silent. I was convinced he had fallen asleep with his eyes open, bored out of his mind, while my mind was reeling with all the scenarios that could happen.

The Kazekage was many things, but not a charmer. That much I was certain.

The carriage stopped and a guard opened the door. Not acknowledging me, again, Gaara got out first. A second guard presented his hand to help me exit as he continued towards the door. Lovely.

The house was massive, and right in the middle of the village. My face became hot realizing how easy everyone had access to it. Not only did it seem unsafe, the lack of privacy was a waving red flag.

Then I noticed his siblings standing in the door frame. We would have witnesses to our consummation.

I tried not to dwell as I followed Gaara inside.

His siblings vanished from the porch and then the door shut with the wind.

“We have the place to ourselves tonight,” he spoke in a low, monotone voice, “They reside here as well and will be back tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they don’t bother you the same way they bother me.”

“Was that… a joke,” I tried to crack a smile but I was so anxious it didn’t translate through my face.

For the first time all day he really looked at me. The silence was heavy. My shoulders slouched and my face dropped after a few moments, he was disappointed with his bride.

“Come,” he turned around and started up the flight of stairs, “I’ll show you to our room.”

Not having separate rooms detracted half the advice I had been given early, but I was glad I wouldn’t have to deal with being alone when I went to sleep my first nights in a new home.

Gaara opened a door on the second floor and led me inside. The room was nothing special. A king size bed in the middle of the left wall, wearing deep blue sheets. Across were two armoire closets, made of cherrywood, and a door that seemingly led to a bathroom. It was bare, unlived in.

I turned to look at him by my side.

“I don’t have much skill when it comes to decoration,” Gaara said, meeting my eyes, “You can change everything to suit your liking.”

“O-okay,” I answered.

We stood there in silence, staring at each other, yet again.

My face got red as I realized it was about to happen.

“Um,” I stuttered, “Shouldn’t the sheets be white,” I looked down at my feet, embarrassed.

“If you want white sheets we can have them delivered in the morning,” he replied.

My brows furrowed in confusion, “I mean, like, for the blood.”

“What blood,” he asked, stepping closer he grabbed my hand and lifted my arm, “Are you injured?”

“No,” my heart shot up from my gut to my throat, “For the consummation,” I spoke too loudly for my liking. He placed my arm back down at my side.

“You are…,” he looked at me, “A virgin?”

I wanted to crawl into myself and die.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“That is good to know,” he walked towards the bathroom door, “I was hoping we could wait. I know everyone wants you swollen with my child by tomorrow, but,” he opened the door, “I think it best we get to know each other a little more. Your clothes should have been put in the closet on the right, I’ll be in here until you're changed into your pajamas.”

I was relieved at his idea to wait, though part of me just wanted to rip it off like a bandage. Then I got sick again knowing that I have never owned pajamas in my life… and that I sleep naked. I stalked to the closet, hoping there would be something that resembled sleepwear or that my mother had packed my belongings and threw me a bone. Inside all I found were tiny lace pieces and short satin dresses. Obviously, my ninja gear had been omitted from the move since I was no longer allowed to be in active duty, but nothing besides lingerie was inside the closet.

I threw open the single drawer at the bottom, praying for a miracle. It too had nothing but sexy underwear, and I wanted to faint when I saw leather straps. Who did this?! My shock made me lose my grip on the drawer and it fell onto the ground with a loud crash.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I answered too quickly and too loud.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t sleep in my wedding robe. I looked at all the dresses, concluding they revealed too much for a sexless night.

“There’s, um, there’s no pajamas in my closet,” I called to him. The door unlatched and opened as Gaara walked to me.

“I’m sure they just hid it from yo…” he trailed off taking in the mess on the floor, “There has to be something here.”

Gaara picked up a black strap off the floor, “What even is this,” he asked, tossing it aside. “Is this supposed to make me horny,” he picked up a tiny, lace thong, “My sister must have gotten your size wrong.”

I spit out an embarrassed laugh.

Eyes narrowed, he shuffled through the mess on the floor. “Why is there nothing but underwear in this whole closet?!”

“Can I just wear something of yours,” I asked.

His face softened, “Of course. What’s mine, is yours.”

His closet was full of clothes and pajamas, so I had plenty of options. He handed me a large black t-shirt and red drawstring pants. I nodded in thanks.

Gaara went back to the bathroom while I changed. I threw the shirt over my bare chest, swimming in its size. Then began the mental debate of panties. The ones I had worn with my wedding robes had meant to suck me in and were too tight for sleep, so I removed them. I picked up the pait Gaara had thrown aside earlier and put them on, not wanting to be bare underneath his pants. His pajamas were too big for me, but they were comfortable and warm.

“I’m done,” I called as I climbed into the bed. Gaara emerged from the bathroom, having also changed into pajamas, which matched mine. He flicked his wrists and the lights went out. I felt him climb into the bed next to me and settle. The quiet lulled me to sleep, where I dreamt of my husband touching my body.

Something in the night startled me awake. I ripped my eyes open, seeing the bare wall. In my sleep I had turned onto my side, my back facing Gaara… only... He had also turned onto his side and had his arms wrapped around me. His hand had wandered up my shirt and was now resting under my breast.

I squirmed to try and move myself, but he only tightened his hold around me. Panicking, I grabbed his arm and pulled it down, forgetting how strong I was. His shoulder popped and I felt him wake up. His hand remained too close to my boob, which he noticed. He flipped himself over mumbling an apology.

“Wait, Gaara,” I turned, poking his shoulder.

“Hmmm,” he grumbled, half asleep.

“I want to,” I blurted out. I blushed at my confession, but honesty was the best policy.

“Want to what,” he asked, turning onto his back.

“I want to consummate our marriage,” I whispered, regretting how I worded it.

Silence was my answer.

“Um, nevermind,” I moved to lay back down but Gaara sat up and grabbed my face, bringing me in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss was nothing like the one we shared during our ceremony. My body tingled in response. I whimpered when he pulled away, wanting more.

“Are you sure,” he asked, holding my face in his hand.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised before kissing me again. His tongue licked my lips asking for entry. I parted, not really knowing what to do. I just knew I wanted him as close to me as possible.

Gaara laid me onto my back, continuing the kiss. He paused to look at me, I fidgeted under his eye. He smiled, genuinely smiled at me, before continuing the kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, a feeling I won’t soon forget, before trailing kisses down my jaw and neck. His fingers played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt. Tickling my stomach and hips before pushing the fabric upwards.

“I want to keep it on,” I gasped, not ready to be fully naked in front of him, despite the lack of light.

“Okay, Y/N, but anything you keep on, I get to keep on and we can’t make love unless we take off our pants.”

His choice of words shocked me. Make love? We hardly knew each other. Still, I nodded in agreement.

His hands moved to the waistband of the pants I was wearing and slowly pulled them down. He cocked his head to the side, recognizing the thong from earlier.

“I guess Temari did get your size right,” he winked.

I took a deep breath as his fingers looped around that waistband and pulled down. The most private part of me was now bare to him.

“If you want to stop at any point, please tell me. You can shove me to the floor if you want,” he waited for me to acknowledge him before continuing. I didn’t trust my voice so I nodded.

One second he was staring at me, the next his head had fallen to my core. I soon realized what he was doing. His tongue licked up my folds, making my yelp. I had touched myself before, but my fingers never felt like this. I felt him smile with pride as his licks made me squirm and gasp. I kept my hands at my side, gripping the sheets. The pleasure increased when Gaara wrapped his mouth around my clit and lightly sucked, continuing the tongue laps. The bed beneath was soaked from how wet I was.

On instinct, my hands went to his hair and pulled him closer to me as I begged for more. My embarrassment and anxiety from earlier had vanished due to my lack of need for his touch. I didn’t want him to stop, and I told him that too.

I felt one of his fingers enter me, making my volume increase. He pumped his finger before releasing my clit from his mouth.

He looked up at me from his position at my hips, our eyes met and my body came undone.

“Do you still want to,” he stood at the side of the bed when my orgasm stopped rippling through me.

“Yes,” my voice was so heavy with desire I didn’t recognize it.

“Shirts still on?”

I blushed but nodded.

“Okay,” I watched Gaara remove his pants, revealing a long, hard cock. My body hummed in excitement as he climbed back on top of me.

“Y/N,” Gaara grabbed my face with one had, forcing my concentration on his eyes and not his member, “Remember what I said about stopping me?”

“Yes,” I answered too quickly.

He smiled, “Good, now look at me.”

I kept eye contact as he entered me. My face slowly shifted into one of discomfort as more went inside. It wasn’t painful like I had been warned, but it was a new sensation that was extremely uncomfortable.

Gaara groaned when he was fully sheathed. He didn’t move his hips, opting to kiss my cheeks while I got used to his size.

“Please,” I finally asked, “Give me everything.”

Gaara growled in approval before moving his hips backward, slowly he thrust in and out of me. I moaned, moving my hands to grab his back and hold him to me. He took my expression and noises as cues. Once I had gotten louder, and wetter, and quickened his pace, causing me to scratch down his back.

“More,” I begged, and he laughed.

“Tonight, this is as much as you get. I don’t want you to be too sore,” he angled himself to hit a particularly pleasurable spot and I cried out.

We were both sweating, moaning messes when I felt my orgasm approach. Gaara must have felt it too because he quickened his pace enough to meet me. We came together, which is something the old hags told me would not happen. Gaara laid on top of me for some time before flopping over.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yes,” I was still catching my breath, “That was so much better than what I was told would happen.”

“Oh?” Gaara sat up, massaging circles into my tummy, “Just wait until we become more accustomed to each other’s bodies.”

[eddswrold-fandicc]

Tomtord Smut

Tom was walking home from the bar, disappointed because it had been closed for cleaning today. Why today? Why couldn't be any other day? This day was the most shit for Tom.

First, he woke up late and missed breakfast. Then, he ran out of alcohol at home. And then Tord wouldn't stop poking at his face. And then Matt dropped his mirror on Tommee bear, getting glass shards in him. After that, Tom had also missed the lunch that Edd made, so he had to make himself a disappointment sandwich.

Today just sucked.

Tom was now at the front door of his shared house. He took a deep breath before walking in. Matt was on the sofa, reading a book with Matt on Matt action being played in the background.

Tom closed the front door and locked it for the night, "Where's everybody else?"

Matt put his finger on his book to keep his place before looking up at Tom, "Edd went to bed, and Todd went to take a shower a few minutes ago."

Tom nodded his head, and then dragged his tired feet to his room. He opened his bedroom door and plopped down on his bed, ready for this day to be over.

"Drunk Tom?"

Great. Now that commie bastard is gonna fuck with him some more today.

Tom turned his body, "No. The bar was closed."

Tord was standing in Tom's doorway with his elbow on the door frame, holding his body. He only had a towel on.

Tom watched a drop of water fall out of his hair, and onto his nose.

"Do you want a picture?" Tord teased.

Tom scoffed and turned back around, burying his face in his arms.

Soon enough, Tom fell asleep, finally glad this day was over with.

Until he was woken abruptly.

"Tom," his body was being shaken.

"Thomas, wake up.." who's shaking Tom's body?

"Please, wake up." Tom's eye opened.

Tord was sitting beside Tom, on his bed, "What the fuck do you want, commie?"

Tom was now upset that he'd been woken up.

"It's storming hard and the power went out. I cant see my hentai."

Tom now sat up, "You woke me up over the power being out?"

It was too dark to see Tord's face, but Tom could feel his body heat radiating from him. He was close.

"Yeah. I was wondering if you had a flashlight. I can't see my hentai."

Tom sighed, "You're not using my flashlight over your stupid cartoon porno. Especially after waking me up over something so stupid."

"Hentai," Tord corrected. "Then how am I supposed to get off? My phone is dead."

Tom made a face, but nobody could see it. "I don't know and I dont care. Get the fuck out of my room so I can sleep."

Then silence.

Tom didn't feel Tord move, he still felt his body heat.

"Commie."

No response.

"Go away."

Still no response.

"... Tord?"

Now Tom put his hands out in front of him to feel for Tord. He felt himself poke Tord's neck. Tord jumped at the sudden physical contact.

Then Tom felt movement. Tord was moving his arm. Tom put his hand on Tord's arm and trailed down to his hand to see what he was doing. And Tord wasn't stopping him.

Tom got to Tords hand and touched something wet. He immediately retreated his hand, "What the fuck! Are you jerking right beside me?! You fucking pervert, get out of here!"

"But Thomas, it felt good when you touched me. Do it again~"

"Get away from me." Tom bore through his teeth.

"Please touch me, Jehovah?"

"No. Go away," Tom repeated.

Then there was silence again. Tom suddenly felt a pair of warm hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto his bed.

Tom was too confused to say anything.

"What if I touch you then~?" Tord's breath hit Tom's neck.

Tom's face immediately heated up and he felt himself getting hard.

No, this shouldn't be happening. Tom didn't like Tord like that, and he sure as hell wasn't gay. Then why is Tom getting hard from this? And why hasn't he said anything yet?

Tord started kissing and sucking on Tom's neck. Tom wasn't pushing him off, so he kept going.

Tord snaked his hand under Tom's hoodie, then under his shirt, and began pulling it off.

Tom was still silent. Maybe he did want this. He still doesn't know.

Tord used his knee to grind on Tom's crotch, and used his hands to rub on Tom's chest.

"Someone's hard." Tord cooed in Tom's ear.

Tom stayed silent as Tord continued kissing on Tom's neck, eventually moving down to his chest and collarbone. Tom bit his lip as Tord touched a sensitive area on his collarbone.

Then Tord stopped, "Tom say something." It was too quiet for him.

Tom thought of something to say. But couldn't think of anything.

"Are... Are you okay, Jehova?" Tord now had a hint of concern in his voice. Only a hint though.

Tom cleared his throat, "I think so.. I've never done this with a guy before and I dont know how i feel about it."

Tord got off of Tom, "Do you want me to stop?"

Tom thought for a moment.

"No. Let's keep going."

Now Tord was shocked. But didn't hesitate to go back down on Tom and continue to kiss on him.

He now used his hand to grind on Tom's clothed erection. Tom started breathing heavily, which Tord liked.

Tord unbuttoned Tom's jeans and pulled them off, along with his underwear, "Top or bottom?"

Do what now? Tord's letting him choose?

"Uhh. I don't know.. whatever I guess.."

Tord shrugged his shoulders and took Tom's cock into his mouth. The movement was so quickly that it caused Tom to jolt. He felt his face heat up like it never has before.

Tord began to quickly suck Tom's cock, making sure to get it all nice and wet.

Tom bit his lip again and closed his voided eyes. Maybe he did like this.

Tord pulled off of Tom's cock and climbed on top of him. Tom now realized that Tord had been naked this whole time. Tord positioned his entrance over Tom's slippery dick, and slowly pushed the head in.

Tord's breathing hitched as his rear end was in pain from the stretch. Tom grabbed Tord's thighs and began rubbing them, finally melting into this session.

And it was helping. Tord started pushing himself further down on Tom, and Tom was now aching to fuck Tord. He wished the lights were on so he can see Tord's face look so vulnerable.

Tord was now fully seated on Tom's cock, waiting for his walls to adjust to the stretch. Truth is, he's never done this before either. Maybe he should have grabbed some lube first.

Tord was taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Tom moved his right hand from Tord's thigh to his cock. Tord jolted. His tip was warm and leaking precum. Tord was aching to be touched.

Tom started teasing the tip, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion, and squeezing the tips of his fingers on the shaft. Tord's breathing was shuddering, and he started moving on Tom's cock, loving the pleasure brought to his own.

Tom took his hands off Tord's cock and onto his hips, earning a whimper from Tord. He used his hands to move Tord back and forth on his dick.

Tord placed his hands on Tom's bare chest and bit his lip. It hurt, but it also felt good.

Tord started moving on his own, taking Tom's hand and placing it back on his aching dick. Tom took the signal and began to pump his closed fist around Tord's cock.

Tord felt good like this. So he started making small moans. Tom kicked his head back and took in the pleasure that Tord was giving him. He started thrusting into Tord, causing Tord to gasp and moan kind of loudly.

Tom was now thrusting into Tord and jerking him off at the same time. Tord was a moaning mess, absolutely melting into Tom. And Tom liked seeing Tord so vulnerable. It turned him on even more, so he started thrusting harder and harder, until he heard Tord moan very loudly and his breath shudder.

Tom stopped, "Are you okay?" He couldn't see Tord's face.

"Mmmm... Hah.. y-yeah. Fuck me right there, Tom.. p-pleaseee" Tord moaned into Tom's chest.

So Tom did exactly what Tord asked. He thrusted his cock in that same spot again, earning a load moan from Tord, who was now shaking.

Tom started thrusting faster at that spot, making Tord go nuts. He was scratching at Tom's shoulders and arms, shaking and moaning, trying to kiss on Tom's chest.

Tom was absolutely loving it. Even though he couldn't see Tord's face, he liked the way Tord was acting. He started feeling Tord tighten around his cock. Tom began jerking Tord's cock faster and squeezing his waist with his other hand.

"OH! Ah~ T-T-Tommm.. I'm gon-na cum~! Please make m-mee cum" Tord moaned shakily.

Tom pounded into Tord's sweet spot a few more times before Tord wrapped his arms around Tom's head and nearly screamed into the crook of his neck. Tord's hot seed splattered on both of their stomachs.

But Tom wasn't stopping. Not when he's getting close.

Now Tord was going crazy with overstimulation.

"T-Om, please~! P-please I can't... I can't ta-take it.."

Tom wrapped his arms around a shaky and messy Tord as he made his final thrusts before shooting his load into Tord. Tom grunted as he rode out his orgasm, finally slowing down his pace and coming to a full stop.

Tord was still breathing heavily on him, like he just ran 3 miles, and making small moans.

"Let's hope you didn't wake anyone, commie. You're loud." Tom panted.

Then his phone buzzed. It was a text from Edd.

'Are you guys done yet? Matt is in my room scared because of you two.'

[tom-holland-parker]

Secrets

Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you

Pairing: Mob!tom x reader

Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad

Word count: 2374

Masterlist

"This is your house" you said in shock as Tom helped you out of the car. It was the largest house you'd ever seen and it was crazy to think that it belonged to the man you're dating. He chuckled grabbing your hand as he guided you through the front door, "it one of my houses"

You rolled your eyes looking around the fancy living room. You kept your hands to yourself, afraid that you would break something that cost more than you could imagine. "You're telling me that we've been spending weekends in my tiny studio apartment when you have a living room that size of my building"

Tom smiled watching you explore every part of the large room. "I like your small apartment. It's very cute" You stared at him with suspicious eyes, "what exactly did you say you do for a living?" 

He took a deep breath trying to remain calm as he remembered the lie he told you, "I'm CEO of a waste management company". It wasn't a complete lie, if you changed waste to people and management to murder. The truth is that Tom was too afraid to tell you that he ran one of the largest mobs in London. He was afraid you'd react badly and never want to see him again. Even though he’d only been dating you for 7 months he was completely whipped and would do anything for you.  Lying was his way of protecting you and buying time so he could find the right way to tell you what he does for a living.

You tilted your head in confusion but didn't push for detail. Instead you nodded and grabbed his hand, "so am I going to get the grand tour or are we spending the whole day in your living room". He smiled, guiding you into the other rooms. 

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“And this is the library” Tom said as he opened the door to the large room covered floor to ceiling in bookshelves. You looked around, fascinated by all the books in the room. “Don’t get too excited, they're all history and law books” Tom said, chuckling as you sighed in disappointment. 

“You have a library in your house and you decide to fill it with boring books” You crossed your arms, “I’m convinced you’re a psychopath”. He chuckled as he stood in front of you, grabbing your chin to gently push your head up. He placed a kiss on your forehead before sighing, “I’ll clear off an entire bookshelf so you can put whatever books you want” 

“Well there's the classics, ” You began to list off all the books you could think of, “oh and there obviously-”

“Boss we got a problem” You were interrupted by a tall muscular man. Tom’s lips went thin and his jaw tightened, it didn’t take a genius to show he was annoyed. You stared in confusion but remained quiet. “Deal with it” Tom said, you flinched at the violence in his voice, “I don’t want to be bothered unless it’s an emergency” 

The man nodded his head leaving the room silently. “Your workers just hang around your house?” You questioned as Tom’s face softened again. He chuckled nervously, “I prefer to have them close to me in case anything goes wrong” 

“Interesting tactic” You joked, “It must be fun to be your employee”. He shrugged, “They still find ways to annoy me”

“But it’s waste management, how hard is it to keep track of garbage?” You asked. He laughed in amusement, as if you were telling a joke, “You’d be surprised”

“Seriously though all you have to do is pick up that trash and-” Tom interrupted holding his finger to your lips. “Enough about my job, it’s for me to worry about” He bopped your nose gently before smiling, “How’d you like to see the green house?” 

You gasped, “Why wasn’t that the first thing you showed me? Let’s go”. Tom sighed in relief, happy that you stopped asking questions, “This way Love” 

He grabbed your hand guiding you out the library to the stairs, “No one ever really uses it because no one here gardens” He explained as you got closer to the backyard, “But I saw all those plants in your apartment and figured you could find some use for it” 

It was a complete lie actually. Tom had seen the way you covered your apartment with various plants, he loved the way you took care of them as if they were real children. When he returned home that night he bought a greenhouse for his backyard, knowing that it would be a place that can make you happy whenever you came to his house. 

“This is so cool” Your eyes lit up as you walked in, hands grazing along the tables and large piles of dirt bags. You were mentally mapping out where you were going to put different plants when you heard a knock on the glass door. Another man, still tall but this time less muscular, entered whispering to Tom. You watched as Tom's eyes filled with a mixture of anger and annoyance. The man quickly left as Tom turned to you, "Darling I'm sorry I have business to handle real quick, how about you go to the living room and pick a movie for us to watch and I'll get to you as soon as possible" 

Your eyes widened nervously, "you're leaving me in the house alone?"

He chuckled grabbing your hands to lead you out the greenhouse. "No I'll be in my office in the west wing" he pointed towards the tall man from before who stood waiting outside the door, "if you need me for any reason just tell Charlie and he'll get me right away" 

You nodded your head as Tom let go of your hand, "Charlie will take you back to the living room, I'll be done as soon as possible". Tom quickly kissed your forehead before walking back into the house. You turned to Charlie, giving him an awkward smile as he began walking you to the living room. 

After an hour of sitting on the couch and staring at the television you started to get bored. You couldn't stop the little voice inside your head telling you to start exploring the house. You sighed, turning off the TV. Charlie, who had remained silent the entire time, stared at you in confusion trying to figure out exactly what you were going to do. "Where's Tom's office?" You asked, standing up from the couch. Charlie stood silent for a moment before taking a deep breath, "do you need him?"

You shook your head, "No but I'm bored and since you're not going to talk to me I might as well find something to do?"

"As much as I'd love to help you" he said sarcastically, "Tom gave me specific instructions to make sure you don't wander off"  

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, throwing yourself back on the couch as you tried to think of a way past him. You knew trying to physically overpower him wouldn't work. Trying to seduce him was useless because you sucked at flirting, something Tom loved about you. You smiled, decided to do the only thing you knew best, catch them off guard. 

"Can we at least play a game or something. I'm sure there's playing cards around here somewhere" you said looking around the room for the deck of cards. You remembered Tom telling you how he hosted poker night every Friday with his brothers. Charlie sighed grabbing the pack from the poker set on top of the large mantle. 

You took them from his hand motioning for him to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table as you shuffled and divided the cards. "Have you ever played spit?" You asked setting the game up

He shrugged, "I've played a game or two" 

"Great get ready to lose" you joked as you grabbed your cards and started the game. It only took 4 rounds for Charlie to start getting comfortable and if you weren't set on finding Tom you would've played this game with him all day. "Where's the bathroom?" You asked as he shuffled the cards for another around. He pointed towards the hallway not giving much thought about it, "its down the hall to your left. Gold doorknob"

You nodded getting up from the table and walking out the room. As quietly as you could you walked up the stairs. You didn't know exactly where Tom's office was located but you knew that the Library was in the West wing so it had to be close by. 

You slowed your pace once you reached the library doors, listening for any sort of noise that would point out the office. It didn't take long for you to hear a muffled voice shouting. You took a deep breath following the voice to the door at the end of the hall. The shouts were louder but you could tell it wasn't Tom's voice. 

You hesitantly placed your ear on the door listening for some sort of context. "This is the second time him and his gang have done this. I want him dead" the voice shouted. You imagine it belonged to a stressed middle aged man and laughed at the idea of the man's face turning red with anger. 

"You can't just kill him. You still have deals with him that need to end first" You heard Tom's surprisingly calm voice. It shocked you how nonchalant he was about the topic of murder. The man began to shout again but you were distracted by the large hand that grasped your shoulder. You turned slowly not surprised to see Charlie standing in front of you, his face disappointed. "You must want me to get fired" he whispered 

You smiled at him as your hand grabbed the doorknob. He moved to grasp your wrist but wasn't quick enough. The door was open and you both were stumbling in the large room. You watched as all eyes turned to you and Charlie, everyone clearly confused by your entrance. Well everyone but Tom, who had a mixture of worry and anger on his face.

It was that very moment that Tom knew he wouldn't be able to hide this from you. He watched as you looked around the room, embarrassment taking over your body, obviously unaware of what was being discussed. 

"I'm sorry" you said, your voice was small and you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. Tom sighed, looking like he was having a small moral debate with himself. He lifted his hand motioning for you to come over. You slowly walked past the others in the room who were still staring at you in confusion. 

Tom pat his lap, signaling for you to sit. You did as you were told feeling more confident now that his arm was wrapped around your waist. "Listen Jimmy, it's not going to happen until you close all business ends with him. End of story now get out" Tom demanded. 

The man, who was actually younger than you'd imagined, sighed in acceptance and he nodded his head and quickly left with two men trailing behind him. "I'll deal with you later Charlie get out" Tom said with a tired voice as he rubbed his eyes.

You stared at him awkwardly not sure if you wanted to bring up the conversation you overheard. "Wandering around a large house like this can be dangerous" Tom said as he stared at you.

You bit your lip nervously not sure how to respond, "I'm sorry" you whispered staring tm down at the chain around him neck, "don't be mad at Charlie its not his fault"

"I'm not mad" Tom's fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress, "just happy you're safe". You chuckled, "you say that like there was some sort of danger in the house"

His lips went thin as he let out a deep breath. He looked at you, one hand rubbing you back the other gripping your chin, pulling you closer to him as he gave you a kiss. "I have to tell you something" 

"What's wrong?" He bit his lip nervously, "I've been lying about my job. I'm the leader of the biggest mafia in London" 

Your body froze with shock, not sure how to respond to that. "Um" you hesitated, "like Scarface?" He couldn't hide the smile forming on his face, he found your obliviousness adorable, "yes just like Scarface" 

You knew that the reasonable response would've been to run away and never speak to Tom again, but some part of you knew that Tom was still the man you loved no matter what he did. You just had to accept that you loved a dangerous and powerful man. You sighed, "well if we're telling secrets I'm a hard core criminal"

Tom stared at you in confusion, "what?" You chuckled, "yeah in high school I went through a hardcore shoplifting stage I can pretty much steal anything” You smiled as Tom’s laughter filled the room. “But seriously I don’t get why you lied, Mafia boss sounds kinda hot” 

“Sounds hot until you're dead because someone doesn’t like you” He said as he absentmindedly drew traced shapes on your thigh with his fingers. You rolled your eyes, “Don’t try and scare me away because it’s not gonna work”

“I’m just saying I don’t want you to get into something you regret” He whispered. You sighed, “Tom will it calm you down if I told you I love you and I’m not going anywhere?” His eyes shot towards you, shock filling them. 

“Are you serious?” He asked. You chuckled, “yes now say it back before I start overthinking”. He let out a deep breath, moving you so you straddle his legs, “I love you” he whispered as he kissed your neck, “I love you so much”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You joked as your hips grinded against his. He paused reaching down to pull out the handgun from his waist, you laughed as he placed it on the table, “oh a gun”