#like she Knew just from that that she had to worry about tom bc she has connected tom and greg in her head

[gregoftom]

be serious omg

[missqhughes]

ON THE RECORD | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn hughes x fem!reader

-> contains: dom!quinn, unprotected pnv, m!oral receiving filming sex, physical fighting, bruises and blood, sexual acts and themes, exgf!reader x vince dunn

-> IN WHICH: it’s the first canucks vs. krakens game of the season; and for quinn, this time it’s personal. when y/n’s ex has some words to say about their relationship, he shows both of them exactly who she belongs to.

-> locked in to this fic so hard bc i haven’t written in forever, so i finished writing it in the shower BUT NOT LIKE THAT I PROMISE. also there’s 100% discrepancies in real game play vs in this but please bare with me for the plot. (hope you love it as much as i do!)

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

y/n was never nervous for a game.

but nothing could take away the ache she had leading up to this one.

it had been a while since her and quinn started dating, and he had it out for her ex since she told him all the horrible things he did to her; cheating, lying, hooking up with multiple women during the season, making a fool out of her publicly. however, she begged quinn not to start something; let bygones be bygones and leave it be, arguing how she left it all behind her. he agreed, knowing he didn’t want any bad press on himself; as captain and as someone the media knew wasn’t a fighter in the league.

y/n sat with her friend in the suite , fiddling with the sleeves of quinn’s jersey, eyes following where he was skating; he looked calm, focused, attentive to warm ups.

“dude, you need to calm down,” her friend laughed, noticing her obvious stress, “nothing is going to happen between them, i promise.”

y/n looked at her friend, “i know, i know. it’s just… quinn hates him. i know vince, and i know he can’t help himself from a fight. i’m just worried.”

“think quinn can’t handle himself?”

“no i know he can, i don’t want him risking getting hurt over something as stupid as a fight,” she retorted, gaze still fixed on the ice, “especially with vince.”

“i think you’re being dramatic,” her friend chuckled, taking a sip of her cold beer, “it’s just another game, no big deal.”

y/n sighed, shoulders relaxing a bit, allowing her friend’s reassurance to ease the tension in her body, “yeah, you’re right. just another game,” she said, cheering her cup with hers.

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CANUCKS 3 - KRAKEN 2 / 3RD PERIOD

quinn was good at keeping his cool.

he had to, after all.

he ignored the glares from vince, his attempt at intimidation lingering through the entire game.

they didn’t come close in contact, until during a time out, quinn heard a voice call out at him,

“y/n here tonight? bet she came just for me,” vince chirped, a sinister, smug look on his face as he skated past him.

quinn stayed stone faced.

further into the final period of the game, he felt a body slam into his, nearly losing his balance and almost falling into the boards,

the whistle blew, and quinn was met yet again with vince’s hubristic stance,

“saw you’re with her now, how’s that goin for you? bet i come up a lot,”

vince spat, quinn skating closer to him, his temper beginning to spark in his body,

“get over it bud. she’s done with you.” quinn said calmly, the other players around the ice not aware of the situation brewing beside them.

“look hughes, you’re not special,”

with each word, the kraken gets closer and closer to quinn, puffing his chest and spewing hate, the hands in his gloves in the beginning of curling into fists,

“it was just you to get over me,”

quinn’s jaw tightened,

vince laughed bitterly, “she’s a slut, you tonight someone else tom-”

vince couldn’t even finish his sentence before quinn shoved him hard, both their gloves dropped as they fought, quinn bringing him down to the ice, delivering blow after blow to his face.

it all happened so fast, y/n heard the pounding on the glass, cheering on a fight, and feeling her stomach twist when she saw 43.

oh god.

none of the refs were able to get quinn off of him alone, his fists not stopping until they were bruised and bloody, matching the wounds on vince’s face.

quinn was panting with anger, face tinted crimson, a light bruise forming on his cheekbone where vince had landed a punch. he couldn’t feel the near splits in his knuckle, too riled with adrenaline to feel anything but rage.

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fortunately enough, the canucks ended the game with a win, but that didn’t change how fired up y/n knew quinn was going to be when she saw him.

she was allowed to be in the locker room during post game interviews, and she watched nervously as interviewers swarmed and crowded quinn, bombarding him with questions.

he was asked about the fight, detail, if vince had said anything to set him off, the why as a captain, he would start something on the ice.

quinn’s expression remained nothing short of blank, refusing to answer any questions regarding it, pursing his lower lip, “nothing to say about that. keep it about hockey and that’s it.”

after post game reports had finished, y/n waited outside by the doors for quinn to come out.

she didn’t know how he was going to be when he came out, pacing with worry about what the media would twist this game in to.

y/n heard the heavy doors click open, quinn in a lazy rendition of his suit, walking over to her; the bruise on his cheek deeper in color than when she initially saw.

“hey baby,” she said softly, opening her arms for quinn to embrace without hesitation.

“hey,” he replied, tightening their hug before pulling away, “cmon, we need to go home.”

quinn didn’t give y/n a chance to respond when he hooked his hand into hers, leading her to his dark tinted car in the lot.

y/n slid into the passenger seat while quinn loaded his gear into the trunk, she looked out the window until the driver’s side door clicked shut.

she looked over at quinn, an unreadable look on his face; he said nothing, instead putting the car in drive to go back to their shared apartment.

the drive home was silent.

the only sound being the hum of the car engine and their steady breaths. quinn always had his hand on her leg when he drove, but this time his hand was a little higher, his grip a little tighter, all whilst he kept his gaze fixed on the road. y/n’s breath would hitch ever so slightly when his fingers kneaded into her skin.

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quinn was still quiet even after getting home.

frustrated, y/n spoke out, “quinn, what did vince say to you?” she said with a sigh,

“shit about me. about you. us.” he mumbled, taking off his suit jacket and undoing the black tie he had on.

“so, that’s reason enough to give me the silent treatment all the way home? you’re acting like that was my fault,”

“i never said it was your fault.”

“you don’t have to! it doesn’t take a lot to know you’re upset,” she retorted,

“y/n,” quinn started, walking over to where she was standing, holding her by the neck when he kissed her roughly, biting her lip when she moaned lightly into his mouth.

he tapped the back y/n’s of legs, and she jumped hooking her legs around his waist without objection.

quinn waltzed them to the bedroom, their kiss nowhere close to cooling off. quinn lightly tossed her on the bed, lips peeling off hers to suck and bite on the exposed skin of her neck.

y/n groaned lightly, beginning to unbutton his collared shirt, when quinn pulled off of her, leaving y/n with furrowed brows.

“quinn, what’s wrong?” she said, propping herself up on her arms, looking up at her boyfriend, confused.

“wait here baby,” he said, leaving the room.

she nodded, and about 15 seconds had passed when quinn returned to the room, his phone in hand with the camera app already opened.

“you want to make a movie huh?” she said, beginning to peel off the jersey that housed quinn’s name.

“only for our number one fan. leave the jersey on,” he said, “but everything else, off. now.”

y/n nodded, slipping down her pants and thong, her pussy already aching with the desire quinn had filled in her.

quinn swiftly undid his belt with one hand, lowering his pants and boxers to leave his hard length exposed.

“c’mere, suck.”

y/n obliged, moving down to her knees to meet quinn at hip length, the phone flash shining brightly in her face when she took the tip of his dick and swirled it around her tongue.

quinn groaned, moving his free hand to pull y/n’s hair into a ponytail with his fist. his breath quickened, y/n taking all of him in, bobbing up and down; quinn’s hips matching her rhythm.

he had almost forgot he was recording her, but when her lashes fluttered up to perfectly view the camera whilst she sucked him, quinn knew he was close to cumming.

quinn groaned louder, fucking y/n’s face, her moans sending vibrations on his dick that pushed him to his release. he pulled out of her mouth right when he was about to cum, y/n sticking her tongue out to collect his release.

god he was loving this.

he stopped the video as she wiped the leftover release from her face, pulling her up for a sloppy hot kiss.

quinn pulled away, the two panting with puffy lips, “bed, ass up, baby. now.” he instructed, reopening his phone for the perfect view.

“yes captain,” y/n said, just ready for whatever quinn had in store for her, her wetness beginning to seep down and stick to her inner thighs, burning for him to touch her.

after hitting record, quinn wasted no time aligning himself with her, pumping in and out a few times before going fully in, his hips meeting her ass, eliciting moans from the two of them.

his pace was rapid and brutal, moving her hair away from her and back into his hands, revealing to the camera the “hughes” jersey she was wearing.

“fuck, quinn! mm, so good— my god, fuck,” y/n moaned, echoing with the sound of their skin slapping against one another, her noises music to quinn’s ears.

he continued to pound hard into her, y/n’s knuckles white from how hard she gripped into the sheets, feeling her stomach tighten, about to reach her high.

quinn felt her pussy tighten around him, knowing she was close, “gonna cum baby? go ahead, cum,” he husked, coming to his second of the night.

she screamed in pleasure, her cunt coating his dick, mixing with his as he filled her up with his release.

quinn pulled out of her slowly, giving time to show the camera a view of her dripping puffy pussy, ending the video with a hard smack on her ass.

y/n yelped, falling into the bed. quinn turned her around, gently kissing her in her dazed state.

“you okay baby?” he asked gently, caressing her face with his thumb,

“mhm, but i think you killed me. i’m exhausted,” she laughed, quinn smiling and bringing his lips down to peck hers, “sorry, want me to go start a shower for us?”

“you know me so well,”

quinn crawled off of her, grabbing his phone before slipping into the bathroom,

he opened instagram, typing in vince’s username into the search bar, itching as he opened their messages tab.

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[xxzlushiez]

Behind closed doors

T. Kaulitz x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Tom kepts trying to make you jealous by bringing girls over when your sleeping in his bed, but it doesn’t seem to bother you and you decide to show him who really holds his heart

Notes: 18+😦, Tom and Name aren’t dating but he likes them, Name is sly , underlying whiny Tom, he’s on a date w/ a girl💀, Name has no shame, humiliation, nakedness(??), Name has sex w/ a girl, so many positions, tom’s high sex drive, choking kink(ish?), Names feelings for Tom aren’t stated but you can assume how they feel😭

“Ночь, ты моя, и ты алкоголичка Ass, HD, VR” - Мишка: Poshlaya Molly, KATERINA

- When he told you he’d be going on a date with a girl he wanted you to be upset, jealous, envious, something

- but you just shrugged and told him to “package it before using”

- it was annoying to fuck someone and not have them immediately love you like they usually do but you loving them instead

- which is exactly what happened with him

- you always walked around his apartment w barely anything on, went grocery shopping w/ him and even helped him pick out the color of his new curtains for the lounge room

- he thought you would’ve had at least a small crush on him after being fuck buddies for more than 2 months

- but it seemed like you didn’t

- “where’s it at?”

- “here, so don’t come out of our room until she’s gone”

- you knew that’s not what he cared to say, you also knew he wanted you to come out while the girl was over

- you waved him off saying you “wouldn’t bother his little date” and walked off to the kitchen

- pissed him off when he always seemed to get no reaction out of you

- When it was in the late evening he heard a knock on the door

- rushing down the stairs but saw you had already opened the door

- “hm..who are you, do you need something?”

- you felt a body press against your exposed skin and knew he was behind you probably pissed off to

- felt you push against his front with your ass

- “Valerie….come in sorry about that”

- you both moved out of the way and you pretended to not noticed the way her eyes raked up and down your exposed skin

- you bid the girl farewell and told him to have fun before making your way up the stairs

- “who was that?”

- “a friend don’t worry about it”

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- throughout the date you had come down multiple times

- still with basically nothing on

- accidentally slammed his knee into the top of the table when you bent over to grab something from a cabinet

- so many provocative actions but every time you looked his way it was to look at the girl

- noticed how his date kept shifting in her seat and readjusted her skirt

- ‘are they fucking serious right now’

- wasn’t even in the mood to fuck her and just sent the girl home after their dinner

- went to sleep in one of the guest rooms bc he was so pissed that his plan to get laid that night didn’t work

- woke up to noises coming from his bedroom

- barged in to see you fucking someone

- when his eyes adjusted to the darkness he noticed it was with his date

-“what the fuck…”

- worst part was when you saw him in the doorway and smiled while moaning his name when the girl was kissing you and how embarrassingly hard it made him.

- slammed the door shut when he saw you start going down on the girl

- went to make a drink bc he was so shocked

- he knew it was just to spite him and that he shouldn’t get so worked up but you were literally in his bed that he fucks you in having sex with a girl he just had a date with

- maybe this was karma for always trying to make you jealous so much

- now he was the one jealous

- was still downstairs when you walked the girl to the door giving her a peck on the cheek before sending her off

- all still being naked💀

- no embarrassment whatsoever

- “what’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem I’m actually pretty content as of right now thanks for asking”

- smug asl bc you know what you did

- watched you lean down to get a water bottle out of the fridge and drink some

- got up from his spot and took you by the arm to the living room

- “I’ll make you feel a lot better than she did”

- “oh….I don’t know she was pretty good if I’m being honest”

- “I’m better I’ll always be better”

- lots of simple foreplay like kissing, touching you, hickeys, etc

- Sex on his balcony overlooking the city, against the windows, on the sofa, atop the kitchen counters, IN THE SHOWER?? Anything you can think of you two have done at least once

- turns into an actual animal when you have sex with him because his sex drive is so high

- goes all out bc he knows you can handle it

- it’s a special kind of sex when it’s with you he treats you differently (not that he’d ever tell you that)

- usually his preferred position is missionary because he loves seeing your face

- but secretly likes when you ride him bc you always have your hands wrapped around his neck

- let’s you mark him all over his back and neck

- leaves bruises on your hips from holding them so hard

- presses down on the spot where his dick bulges in your stomach while smiling

- “she couldn’t do this to you could she?”

- when you kiss him so gently when he’s in the middle of fucking he just melts against you, holding you close by the waist with one arm while holding you both up with the other

- slipped up and says he loves you

- fucking like bunnies

- “wan be yours”, “all mine right?” “Wanna be with you so bad”

- definitely had to have a talk w/ you after abt the shit going on between you two after the hours of fucking you two did

[itsangelll]

Hi! could you do like a 2011 tom smut where like she uses safe word bc he was going to rough and stuff? Thank u!!

A/n: of course!! thank you for sending me this <3 I hope you guys enjoy mwah! <3

2011 era!! I swear there’s no photos of him in this era :(

’𝓈𝒶𝒻ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹’ ☆

warnings: Tom being rough smut but turns to fluff <3

How long had it been?, 2 hours ago you were watching your boyfriend perform amazingly but he missed a note or 2 cause the timing. After the show you knew he was pissed his jaw was clenched and was yelling all sorts out swear words in German you couldn’t understand, the only way he could get his anger out was by you, all you could remember was how you got up here in the first place.

There was always a safe word you and Tom used which was ‘Rose’ since you loved the colour red and flowers of course. He promised you that if you ever needed to use just to let him know and he’d stop straight away.

You couldn’t feel your legs your lips were sore your head was aching, but Tom was too pissed off to notice he thrusted in and out of you so hard your body was about to break. “T-Tom please can we stop I don’t think I can take anymore” you whine out your voice strained a bit your eyes were starting to go glossy. “Liebe just a little bit longer I’m close” he breathed out. You’ve cummed about 3-4 times, your head was racing your body could not honestly take too much more.

“Rose!” Your voice was about to break Tom instantly came back to reality a worried expression on his face, he pulled out of you cupping your face in his hands “Shit Meine Liebe I’m so sorry I didn’t know I was going so rough.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead kissing you all over.

Tom grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned you up making sure not to miss a single spot, He cradled you in his arms rubbing small circles up and down your back whispering sweet things into your ear “I love you heaps Schatz” he murmured “I love you too Tom”. You pressed a feather light kiss on his lips you ended up falling asleep in his arms.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed this keep sending requests!! I absolutely love reading them and I appreciate that you guys love my writing also there may be a part 2 of the fanfic nothing to say now!! mwah bye cuties <3

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@bunniesthoughts

@memzyyy

@jadedchar

@madzandmore

[arvadthecursed]

CW for animal abuse? Sort of? I honestly don't know. It happened like 18 years ago. My parents are shocked I'm upset and I feel like I'm going crazy. It's been a couple days and I keep thinking about it.

Okay so for context. When I was in 1st grade, I had two mice, Tom and Jerry. Jerry bit my dad through the finger one day so my dad set him outside, where a colony of feral cats lived. This I knew about.

A few days after Jerry was let outside, I came home from school and Tom was missing. My dad told me that Tom had gotten out of his cage and while he'd tried to look for him, he couldn't find him. I was devastated, but I got over it, as kids do.

Me, my mom, and my dad were sitting on the couch after my graduation dinner. My dad let slip that Tom didn't escape his cage. My dad took him outside and let him loose like he did with Jerry. I asked him why and he wouldn't tell me. I guess he just wanted to get rid of my other mouse. I was shocked and upset, and my parents were like "Why are you so mad??"

After my dad went to bed, I asked my mom if she knew. She literally said "I refuse to comment." So I'm assuming she knew and agreed with him to do this. Tom didn't even do anything.

It's like. Okay. My cat Stitch, the one I mentioned who had peed in the sink and my mom got rid of her. That still makes me sad but I barely remember Stitch because I was so little. But to know they did it AGAIN with my mice?? I don't even know what to say.

And now I'm worried all over again if they try and take Stella upstairs. If her and Junebug get into it, and she makes a mess/has an accident because STRESS TRIGGERS HER LITTER BOX ISSUES, I'm afraid they'll just blame her and not acknowledge that they purposefully stressed her out by taking her upstairs. But I think they know I'll fight tooth and nail for Stella. I'm an adult now, and she's my fucking cat.

I just. I don't know. I feel at a loss for words. My stuff is always up for getting rid of. In high school, I liked to dress up and wear bows in my hair. My mom forced me to through all my bows away because they were "childish." When I went to college at 18, they went through my clothes and got rid of all my skirts because I should "dress like a grown up." And now, twenty years later, I know they got rid of my pets. I am honestly really hurt. It feels so silly to be upset because it was almost twenty years ago but they're acting like it's some silly quirky story and not them letting my mice loose to be eaten by the feral cats next door.

They've never done this with my sister's stuff. I don't know what I did.

I have to act happy and like nothing is wrong but honestly my weekend has been kind of ruined. I have slept a lot and avoided direct convos with my parents as much as I can. I went on a walk and sat outside on the porch to watch the rain bc I just feel so sad. But I've gotta get over it because I have my boards on the 29th and tomorrow I've gotta start studying.

I feel very sad and overwhelmed. Thanks for reading. Sorry for the big long pointless rant.

[wrongcaitlyn]

thoughts on i can fix him (no really i can)

sorry this isn’t abt the fic i have no more questions but your responses are so great 😭

DONT APOLOGIZE AT ALL I LOVE LOVE LOVE TALKING ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT like i honestly get worried that i talk about her too much a lot bc irl im always told i need to know how to have conversations about things OTHER than her so like knowing that y'all wanna know my opinions on these things is actually the coolest thing ever and i love it <333

first of all, i LOVE the vibes of it. i choose to try not to think about the source material of these things (i've never been the hugest fans of connecting songs to the actual artist who wrote them, idk it just feels invasive) so the entire time i was thinking abt lucy gray baird/coriolanus bc of a post that rachel zegler made months ago for tom blyth's bday with a tee-shirt that said "I can fix him" like idk i just KNEW the song was gonna be snowbaird coded AND I WAS CORRECT

the vibes seemed so cowboy like me like i was genuinely surprised?? the whole thing seemed like it was very taken out of modern society, and like, fugitive au, and i was recently just reading this 1870s small town au (had just finished it like the day before ttpd i think) and so i was SO HERE FOR THAT KIND OF VIBE

overall i just loveeeed the imagery in these lyrics. it's one of those songs where the production just matches the content so well and taylor is truly incredible at that!!

one of my FAVORITE lyrics (most def my fav of the song, possibly one of my favorites of the album was

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her" When I tell 'em he's my man But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

idk why but the way she said it, the lyrics, the "good lord doesnt need to lift a finger" like GOD it just scratched an itch in my brain so perfectly (the entire album, i felt like she was singing it perfectly, there were so many little moments where i was just like GOD THIS WAS SUNG EXACTLY AS IT NEEDED TO BE SUNG)

just reread the lyrics for this bc i wanna make a worthy response (if y'all EVER want an opinion on ANY taylor swift song or any other artist i've mentioned before like PLEASE feel free lyrical analysis is my entire life)

and like

i seriously have to stop with au ideas

bc just the mention of texas has me thinking OMG FUGITIVE NICO X COWBOY WILL SOLACE AU and im like STFU BRAIN YOU ALREADY HAVE TOO MUCH YOU'RE WORKING ON but like i mean its TEXAS

The dopamine races through his brain On a six-lane Texas highway His hand so calloused from his pistol Softly traces hearts on my face

and the way it just ends so suddenly with "woah maybe i can't" is just😭😭i cackled at that it was hilarious

conclusion: i haven't really re-listened to it bc it wasn't one of those songs that stood out to me in the first listen (i've been listening to the album on loop since it came out bc im still trying to process all the songs, but there were definitely some that i repeated over and over again bc they were my favorite). i don't really like ratings because i feel like every song has so much potential, and i just haven't understood it yet? like, particularly with taylor songs, i actually didn't like the folklore or evermore albums when i first listened to them. then when i did again, they become two of my favorite albums holding some of my favorite songs. so all i can say right now is that it isn't one of my favorites off the album, but i do love certain aspects of it!

[callmemana]

For You, I’d Do Anything

Summary: On her way home from the base after a hard day in the air, Dragon gets into a car crash that leads her to be rushed to the local hospital with a persistent head wound and many more injuries, Tom races against everything to make sure he can be there for her through this life-changing disaster. When Tom calms down enough, he makes a call to the couples’ best friends and found family, the Kerner’s.

Thomas ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky {OC} ( @dragon-kazansky )

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Kerner {OC} ( @mrsjaderogers )

Rick ‘Hollywood’ Neven x Baylie ‘Duckie’ Pruitt {OC} ( @bayisdying )

Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe x Amanda ‘Cricket’ Pruitt {OC}

📫(This is a one shot from Whiskey Bottles & Wildflowers series and Duckie & Cricket are mentioned once for a brief moment)📫

A/N📋: dividers by @firefly-graphics , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

A/N📋: make sure to checkout these amazing & talented women! They write fantastic Top Gun/ Top Gun Maverick fanfics! Check out this fic from @bayisdying on who’s Bradley’s fav 1896 pilot! Also Goose LIVES bc I want him too, so suck it.

🚨warning: inaccurate medical terms/jargon, blood, and seizing. (I got my info from Grey’s Anatomy so I’m sorry if it’s incorrect! Season 1 ep. 1 if your curious) and Navy inaccuracy!

When Tom got the initial call from the San Diego Hospital, he panicked. Had something happened to Rachael? Was she hurt? How hurt? His voice wavered as he pressed the green button, “Hell…Hello?” “Hello, is this Thomas Kazansky?”

“This is he. May I ask what this is about?” “I am very sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Kazansky, but your wife has been in an accident. If you could please come to the hospital as soon as possible that’d be great.” “Of…of course. I’ll be there soon!”

Tom had at least broken ten traffic violations as he drove as fast as he could to the hospital. Once there, he tapped on the front desk, impatient and nervous about what is exactly Rachael’s condition. The nurse smiled, knowing he was scared, “Hello Sir, how can I help you today?”

“Um… ah… my wife, she was in a car accident earlier tonight and I’m here to see h…her.” “And the patient’s name?” “Rachael Kazansky.” He blurted, worry in his voice. “Ah, yes. She’s in room 81422. If she’s not in there, she’s either getting an X-ray or scan done, but your more than welcome to wait in the room while she’s gone.” “Thank you,” Tom uttered under his breath as he ran passed the desk and to the elevators.

In…out…in…out. Tom had so many visions of how badly she’d been hurt, but shook his head, he couldn’t think about that anymore. He clumsily reached for his phone in his pocket, found his number and pressed the call button. It only ran twice before he heard the other man’s voice on the other line, “Hey Ice! What’s up man? You never call this late?”

Tom tried to keep the tremble out of his voice, “It’s…it’s Rachael, Ron. She was in a car accident and she’s in the hospital. Your like family to us, so…” “WHAT? We’re on our way now, you know we’ll always be here for you Tom,” before the line dropped, he could hear Ron tell Jade the news.

He spun the phone in his hand and tightened his grip, taking his frustration out on it. How could he not be there for her? He knew it was impossible for this to be his fault, but put the blame on himself anyway.

Tom sat in the waiting room, head in hands as Ron & Jade rushed through the doors, startling the other occupants. “Where is she? Have you seen her yet? Did they have to take her to surgery?” Tom opened his arms, knowing that Jade would want to hug him. “I know her room number, I just can’t make myself walk in and see her all bruised and beaten.”

Jade smacked the back of Tom’s bleached blond head, “Grow a pair! She’s in there scared to death, waiting for her husband to calm her down and comfort her! Tom, I say this with love. You know I do, but seriously, go be with your wife!” Tom nodded, a little ashamed about his behavior. This isn’t about him, it’s about Rachael, his amazingly strong and confident wife.

He knocked softly on the open door, trying not to startle Rachael as she slept. “Hey Baby, how are you feeling?” Rachael gave a half-asses loopy smile, “I feel like I was hit by a bus.” “Plea…please don’t joke about that. You had me so afraid and nervous when I got the call about you being in a car crash.”

“Tom, babe, I’m fine. The only thing that’s badly hurt is my car. I just got some scraps and bruises, a broken leg, and maybe a concussion. That’s still waiting to be analyzed sense they carted me straight to the X-ray for the leg.” “I’m just glad your ok. I called Ron & Jade too, they’re in the waiting room. Want me to send them in?”

Rachael made grabby hands at her husband, wanting a hug and to be close as possible. “When the truck hit me, I swear I saw my life flash across my eyes. It happened so fast, I was so scared that I’d never see you again.” She whimpered.

“Shh, you’re ok. I’ll always be there for you Rach. I have no choice, remember our vows?” Rachael sniffled a little before a small laugh escaped her, “For better or for worst, through sickness or through health. I’ll always be by your side.”

“Exactly. Do you wanna see Ron & Jade yet?” “Yeah, Jade’s probably throwing a tantrum about not seeing me right now.” “She’s an adult, she wouldn’t.” “If she’s not able to see her chaotic best friend that’s hurt and in the hospital, she would and we both know it.” “Yeah, ok. I’ll go get them. I’ll be right back gorgeous.” He missed her forehead tenderly, before leaving the room.

As Tom entered the waiting room, he saw Ron & Jade holding hands and talking in quiet voices. “Hey, she’s ok. A little busted up, but she’s alive. Rach wants to see you both.” Jade pushed both men out of the way and b-lined it to Rachael’s room.

“Oh my god Rach! You’re ok! I was so worried for you! Tom, that shithead, didn’t tell us anything but that you were in a car accident!” Jade started to cry at the thought of her best friend, the other half of the chaos crew, was hurt. “Oh Jade, don’t cry! I’m ok, really!” “I know, I know! It’s just hard to hear!”

The two women hugged, attached to each other like glue as the men waited right outside the door. “You know that Jade and I are here for you guys right?” “Yea, of course. Rachael and I would be there for you guys too. We’re a family, Ron, thats what they do.”

“Have you called the others? The rest of the squadron would want to know, they care about you guys too.” Tom nodded, “I will tomorrow morning. It’s too late, they need to sleep, I also don’t want to overwhelm Rach with more visitors.”

“Understandable. They can be a lot.” A noise from one of the machines Rachael was connected to grabbed the attention of the nurses nearby, making them rush over.

Jade’s voice sounded above the yelling and beeping, “Help! Please help! I…I don’t know what’s happening!” “Ma’am, please, step aside so we can help her!” That grabbed the men’s attention at the scream of Jade and booked it to the room.

Nurses and doctors crowded the small space and pushed Tom, and their friends out, before the nurses helped the doctors. “Eyes not responding, push 10 milligrams of Diazepam I.M. And get her tested, order a MRI too!” “Anything specific?” “No, all of the test, now!” “Yes sir!” “Right away!”

They wheeled her away to another floor, her friends huddled together and tears running down their faces. Jade grabbed Tom’s hand and squeezed before being pulled back into Ron’s arms. “She’ll be alright, she has to be. She was smiling and talking be…before she started seizing,” muttered Jade.

It’s hours later before the scans and test come back, the doctor on her case comes over to them, “It seems as if she’s got an acute brain bleed. She’ll need surgery, and a few weeks of rest afterwards. I’ll see you after.” The doctor bid goodbye and walked off to what they assumed the operating floor to scrub in.

It’s even more time spent in the waiting room, eating cheap vending machine snacks, horribly burnt coffee from the cafeteria, and tears burning their eyes.

Tom and the couple had to call into base and let them know what had happened to Rachael and they had a family emergency and needed a few days off, which the Commanding Officer easily granted.

As the night slowly turned into daytime, Ron made calls to the squadron members to let them know about Rachael’s condition and comforted his wife and best friend. It was hard on all of them, they all formed a tight bond over the weeks of Top Gun.

Once Rachael was put in an Post-Operation room on another floor, and the anesthesia wore off, the others were able to see her. Tom sat on a nearby chair, which he drug up to the side of her bed so he could hold her hand.

Ron stayed back, and rested on the farthest wall, Jade sat on the other side of her best friend’s bed in another very uncomfortable seat she found in the hall that she carried in.

Tom felt a squeeze to his hand, he lifted up his head and saw Rachael’s dazed eyes looking around, “What the hell? Why do you have sad faces, I told you I was fine.” “Rach! Oh my god, baby! I was so worried!” Tom shouted as he kissed her hand and then her forehead softly.

Jade gingerly hugged Rachael as tight as she dared, careful not to hurt her best friend more. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to wipe them away before Rachael could see. No such luck, “Jade, I said I was fine. See! No worst for wear!”

“You just had surgery! You can’t say that!” “I would have never guessed that I was just out of surgery. I couldn’t tell by my headache, or new room.” “Please don’t use sarcasm in a time like this.” “Sarcasm is how I cope. I’m in pain and it brings me serotonin.”

Soft laughter could be heard from around the group, it would be Dragon who can make them laugh in a time like this. “So, I’m guessing that the others know too and plan on visiting soon?”

Tom missed her hand again before starting, “Yeah, round six or seven. Goose said that Bradley wants to see his favorite pilot.” “Aw, and I wanna see my lil man too! I miss him, I have seen him in so long!”

“Two days isn’t that long.” “To you maybe, but for me? It’s an eternity,” Rachael pouted. The men rolled their eyes lovingly as Jade laughed.

Six-thirty on the dot, there was a small knock on the door before a blonde woman holding a small human came in, “Auntie Dragon!” Yelled the boy as Carole looked sheepish, “Sorry, he heard this morning that Rachael was hurt and couldn’t stop begging to see you. Goose wanted to wait until later for us to visit so you could recuperate.”

“Oh it’s fine! I’m always happy to see my favorite future pilot!” Bradley was let down from his mother’s arms before running as fast as his four-year-old legs would let him to his Uncle Ice, who picked him up and sat him down on Dragon’s bed as she scooted over to make room.

“I’m glad to hear that your ok, you had us all worried when Tom called earlier and said you needed brain surgery.” “I’d say, nothing got done in the air today, all worried sick about your health. Mav was so outta his head, he almost took a nose dive more than once!” Announced Goose as he entered the room, backed by most of the squad.

“Oh, so he’s more dangerous than usual when people he cares about is hurt?” “I am dangerous, Ice.” Smirked Mav as the others laughed at the memory. “Yeah, yeah.” “How’s the best of the best doin?” “Pretty good, I got my lil buddy to help keep my mind off of the pain.” “When do you come back?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I didn’t even know I had brain surgery until afterwards.” “Nice shaved head, by the way.” Smiled Hollywood, with his arm wrapped around Duckie, his girlfriend. “Thanks, I think it looks badass.” “It definitely does,” stated Cricket, Leonard’s girlfriend and Duckie’s sister.

“Hi girlies! I haven’t seen you in a hot minute! Hugs are in order!” Said Rachael as she leaned up and waited with open arms as the two midwestern sisters made their way to the bed.

The girls smiled and gently hugged her back. “Before you take our girls away, can we get hugs too?” Dragon pretended to think before smirking and opening her arms again. Each of the men took turns getting a tight and loving hug from Rachael.

The others stayed and socialized until it was lights out for the floor and said their goodbyes before leaving. Unfortunately, this included Ron and Jade too. It started out as one of the worst days of Tom’s life, but it ended better than he expected.

“When we get home, could you stop by Wendy’s? I am craving fast food after being forced to eat this disgusting hospital food.” Tom laughed, loud and hard, before kissing the crown of her head, “For you, I’d do anything love.”

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[liannelara-dracula]

How would Carla feel if his s/o slept n@ked?

Hi Love,

Normally I'd just answer your ask but for censoring reasons I was worried it wouldn't show up in recent so I wrote down what you requested instead. Sorry about the wait. I hope you like it!

-Liannelara

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💤Okay I know people don’t talk about this enough, especially with him bc he’s kinda neglected as a character but Carla is a sensual guy.

💤And that’s just facts.

💤Although I will say that unlike his brother he doesn’t point it out as much, but he still does.

💤To be honest with you it depends on what he’s feeling in that moment.

💤If you’ve had a rough day and he’s knows your exhausted he’d just k!ss your forehead and cover your body with a blanket.

💤“Your always so tempting even when you’re not awake.” He’d whisper before leaning over to k!ss your temple.

💤He’d move your hair out of your face with his hands.

💤His hands are larger than yours, but they are very gentle with you in times like this.

💤I want to make a post about all the diaboy’s hands now lol.

💤I feel like he had so many different moods with his s/o doing this like he’d even scold her about it if she was careless and had someone see her.

💤So Carla would be mad if she was n@ked and his brother saw her.

💤“A woman is not supposed to be indecent in front others, especially her partner’s brother. In my time, you’d be seen as a seduc!ng woman. It’s uncivil for a soon-to-be queen.”

💤 “Carla, I didn’t think he’d come into your room while I’d be sleeping. I thought he knew that you were here. Also you’re living in the past. People call this a privacy violation and Shin is just considered a peeping tom.”

💤He lifted your chin up and sm!rked, “Call it whatever you like, but it still makes you a lewd woman.”

💤“Carla!”

💤Honestly prefers that you’re n@ked bc he’s grown so used to it---he wouldn’t have it any other way.

💤He was a little surprised at first that you slept n@ked, but he didn’t see it as a bad thing.

💤Even if he says it’s uncivil, deep down he’s all for it.

💤Although if no one has walked in on you and you haven’t had a rough day, Carla is heavily provoked by your “invitation” and he won’t refuse.

💤If you are a light sleeper he’s in luck bc you will easily get up from your nap when he likes and he takes you on any surface.

💤However, if you are more of a heavy sleeper, he’ll have to use his magic to get you to wake up.

💤Usually he likes to wake you up by laying down next to you and k*ssing you till you wake up.

💤He will also subtly touch your hair and caress your face when you’re sleeping.

💤Carla will even whisper your name to get you to open your eyes, which usually does the trick and leads him to sm!rk at you.

💤Seconds later you’re under him, blushing, bc he’s pinning you down and you won’t be able to get out of this till you admit that you slept like that bc you wanted him.

💤Sometimes if he’s too tired to bother you about it he just sleeps beside you and puts the covers over the both of you.

💤I feel like he might sleep shirtless sometimes, tho this is a rare sight.

💤Most times he’ll wear long sleeves to go to bed.

💤Anyways the next morning when you are awake he’ll probably be sitting up in bed reading something, waiting for you to get up. And when you do he’s going to be a teas!ng a$$.

💤You sit up with the blanket barely covering you as puts his book down. He leans in, his fingers brush over your parted lips as he looks at you with a grin,“You know, as King of the Founders its usually women that do this who don’t catch my interest . . . But you’re the only dirty girl I’ll make an expection for.”

💤You’d blush at this and before you could speak he’d pull you in to k!ss you and then expose you by removing the covers from your body.

💤He’d end up having some fun with you in the morning.

💤Typically tho another reason you may sleep n@ked is because you have had s*x but there he is n@ked as well.

💤I could never see him as the type of person who puts his clothes back on from that.

💤He’s just not the type after that he likes to cuddle up close to his gf and fall asleep with her.

💤He’s not like Ayato.

💤Overall, Carla generally enjoys this about his s/o and finds it as a way for him to tea$e her.

💤 It really attacts him and keeps him interested.

💤Especially if you didn’t seem like the type of person to do that, he’s caught off guard but likes the surprise ngl.

💤But if Shin walks in on you two getting intimate and in the state you’re in, Carla’s definitely going to be upset.

💤“Nii-san, are you in here? I needed-,” Shin would stop mid sentence, shocked at the scene but a sm!rk soon replaced that. “Ohh, I had no idea you were with a woman. I guess this can wait until later. Have fun, brother.”

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[scottishstoner]

Interesting and sometimes bizarre facts I found out about the making of The Outsiders (1983):

Wee pic bc cute

I may add more in time but these are something:

Tom Cruise didn’t bathe the entire shoot, stayed in character but was apparently stand off-ish but nice” and “always on the phone to his agent worrying about future projects” (source; first part the entire cast backed up and second part is from Rob Lowes book lol)

Matt Dillon was apparently wanted by every single girl lol

Matt literally walked into the audition and was like “uh…guess I’ll read for Dally” while chewing gum nonchalantly and got the part lmfao (that’s so Dally tho I understand lmfao)

C Thomas Howell didn’t even care he just wanted to be near his fucking horse?? And if he got this job he could be near his horse?? 15 y/o sappy boy .. he rlly was perfect to play pony tho So he auditioned on a whim. And he got the lead lol.

Ralph Macchio almost got set on fire during the church scene coz Francis Ford Coppola was like BLOW THE FIRE MORE and the beam that wasn’t alight for the first shot actually hit Ralph a little

Francis made everyone do tai chi before rehearsals ?? Emilio Estevez says nobody questioned it because he was a big director and when the director asks you to stand on your head you do it (dead😭 this is so bizarre)

Emelio Estivez and Tom Cruise grew up together and went to the audition together

Francis made them all room together at a motel on the bottom floor - putting them together based on what he wanted to show on screen - a closeness of 2 people who live together that he wanted to be authentic(he’s so method I can just imagine him and Tom Cruise getting along like that church on fire) so idk who was with who but I know C Thomas Howell and Rob Lowe shared a room - and Tom Cruise and Emilio Estevez (Tom complained about it but was fine when it was Emilio he was rooming with)- and he got the “socs” people a nice fancy hotel and leather bound scripts and amazing copies of the book - the stars got second hand scripts from the crew and shitty copies of the book all tattered and stuff

S.E Hinton played a nurse in the movie when Dally is complaining - and she was all over that set, in every aspect of the movie (I mean who can blame her? Her characters, her world came to life), the cast called her “mum” (I spell it like mum I’m from the U.K. ok)

The entire cast use to look at Patrick Swayze as a kinda older brother type just like the movie and they’d all go to his room and talk about their characters for hours and smoking (love this one)

I knew this before but - Ralph Macchio loved the book so much that when he found out a movie was being made he was like ON THAT SHIT and he’s like ok I need to play Johnny I’ve loved this book for YEARS. Every time they’d make him read for another part he said he got really annoyed and anxious lol

C Thomas Howell and Ralph Macchio have always been said to hate each other - but that wasn’t even true, they had one argument about Thomas not wanting to rehearse because he was playing pac man lmfao - can be explained so easily - Thomas was 15, didn’t even really expect this part, but Ralph was 20 and had been dying to play this part. Anyway - Thomas said in a Q&A he was closest to Matt and Ralph on set and from the movie he only now still keeps in contact with Ralph and Randy Adderson (The head soc in the movie) (if you watch the outsiders movie documentary clip on YouTube you’ll see this is true af just by the way Ralph and him interact) - Thomas said Ralph is a 'great spooner' (and 'like a rose petal on a perfect spring morning'), in his Q&A ??? Explain?? He also said: during the runaway scenes they cut each others' hair with real switchblades.

Matt Dillon smelled like smoke all the time and Thomas Howell hated it but he smoked anyway to be authentic like the rest of the cast and fit in (HE WAS 15)

One time before shooting in a certain location Francis and the cast all stopped off at people who inspired by the books’ homes and fucking stayed there for a night?? I only know one detail: Tom Cruise and Rob Lowe had to share a tiny sofa bed lol (I think coz it’s from Robs book)

Nicholas Cage turned down the role of Two-bit - he wanted to play Ponyboy but got rejected (he’s also Francis Ford Coppolas nephew lol)

Sean Penn introduced Tom Cruise to the Sheens - who introduced him to Francis - boom - irony is that Sean was pissed off coz Francis wouldn’t cast him as Darry and use to drunkenly rant about it

Tom Cruise got really nervous about doing a backflip off a car even though Patrick Swayze showed him how to do it - and went to S.E Hinton, he said he thought he’d ate too much to do it and she said well would you be better if you threw up? He said yeah and she proceeded to fucking give him raw eggs until he threw the fuck up and he said it worked 😭 and he did the back flip fine in the movie (before the rumble) this one is burned into my mind forever btw just imagining this-

Ralph was so upset after shooting the stabbing scene he needed a hug :(( - I believe Diane Lane (Cherry) said something like “yeah Ralphie got a hug from everyone after that, really upset”

Tom Cruise offered Diane Lane the role of Lana straight up in “Risky Business” - but her father wouldn’t let her - she was 16 at the time

Francis only did the movie because a class of students in California wrote him about the book, sent a copy and explained why he’d make the perfect movie - so he fuckin did and he also done Rumble Fish movie too (another S.E book adaptation)

Patrick Swayze was constantly combing his hair - an annoying amount according to C Thomas Howell, but said it was because Patrick was nervous as he was the oldest (29) - second being Ralph at just 20 so he just was always preening himself lol cute🤌🏻 they also got back in touch a year or so before Patrick died :((

Thomas Howell got knocked out for real during the rumble - the first punch to him actually knocked him out cold

[lostalioth]

Jules!! I just had a thought about how we’ve never seen Loki with any facial hair and I’ve never found a fic where he has any either, I was hoping you could write something where maybe he’s been away from reader for a while and comes back with a beard 🤔 reader getting flustered and the inevitable teasing sounds so good lmao would be curious about beard burn with Loki too. Only if that’s something you’d enjoy writing of course! Love you and hope you have a great day ❤️

𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ; 𝘭𝘰𝘬𝘪

summary: the most noticeable difference was the scruffy black beard that covered the lower half of his face. it made you squeeze your thighs together, you never expected him to look so good with one.

warnings: smut, slight angst [it was unintentional], loki x fem!reader, oral [female receiving], beard burn, alludes to reader and loki having a past relationship, nicknames [love, darling, little love], very small mention of male masturbation, y/n is written once [i try my hardest to not use it unless necessary]., there is a small part where reader is described as short but that’s bc loki is 6’4 and thor is 6’6 in this.

note: for some reason I can’t in vision loki having any facial hair. also i know the gif at the top is tom not one of loki but oh well I liked it lmao. nonetheless thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy, dont be afraid to send me random thoughts you guys may have!!

It’s been quite sometime since you’ve seen the god of mischief. You grew up with Loki and his brother Thor in Asgard, eventually you had to leave Asgard for some time though. It was really hard, leaving them behind. Though you never told him, you loved the mischievous god a lot, you always felt he loved you the same.

You were a bit nervous to see him, it's been so long that you were worried he may no longer remember you nor feel the same. You let out a shaky breath as you examine yourself quickly in the bathroom vanity mirror. The feast that was being held tonight had already begun, you didn’t plan for your arrival to correspond so well with it though it happened. “You can do this, what’s the worst that could happen? '' You mumble to yourself in a low voice.

Just before you get ready to finally walk out, you brush your hands over the body and skirt of the long and intricate dark green and gold dress you wore. You definitely did not dress up in the gods colors to impress him, obviously not. With one final glance over your body to triple check you looked presentable you make your way out of the washroom.

“It’ll be okay..” you repeat those same words under your breath as your feet lead you towards the main hall. It was where all the feasts were held, there stood a large and long table. Set with ornate and beautiful china and silverware. Your admiration is interrupted as frigga approaches you. “Oh honey!! It’s so great to see you again sweetie how have you been?” She beams as she pulls you in for a small embrace. “I’ve been great, I missed you lady frigga” you smile with a soft chuckle to mask your shaky voice.

“I’ve missed you too, you know it was hard keeping Loki in line once you left” she teases with a small smile making heat flood your face in embarrassment at her insinuation. Though you knew she wasn’t wrong, Loki was more well behaved when he had you around. “Speaking of my son, have you reunited with the boys yet?” She questions while looking around the grand room.

Before you could answer a voice from behind you answers for you. “No we haven’t mother” the velvety voice rings in your ears causing lots of heat to flood your face. You spin your body around to be met with Thor and Loki towering over you. Loki only stood 2 inches under his brother at 6”4, damn asgardians and their height. “It’s good to see you lady y/n” Thor’s beams with excitement and pulls you against his broad armor-covered chest.

He squeezes you tight in his arms “good to see you too, could you ease up a bit” you speak out as you feel like your eyeballs are gonna burst. “Yeah ease up you oaf, I wanna hug her now” Loki scoffs from beside him. Thor loosened his grip and pulled away and pecked your forehead with a big smile before walking off to greet other guests. Frigga followed after him, leaving you and Loki alone.

There he stood, Loki Laufeyson. After all this time he looked so much different than you would’ve expected. You swore he grew taller and bulked up a bit even. The most noticeable difference was the scruffy black beard that covered the lower half of his face. It made you squeeze your thighs together, you never expected him to look so good with one.

You stand in silence for a moment before his large hand snakes it’s way around your waist. He pulls your body flush against his leather clad chest which smelt of his forest cologne. “I missed you so much love” his voice was meeker than usual.

It nearly caused tears to slip past your eyes so you buried your flushed face in his chest. “I missed you more laufeyson” you let out a nervous chuckle as you wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze him. It almost felt as if this moment wasn’t real. “You know what I missed more?” His voice dropped an octave as well as dropped to a whisper as he leans back to look in your eyes.

You could tell where this was going by recognizing his teasing tone. You decide to play along as one of your hands travels down his chest to splay across his stomach. “What’s that baby?” The nickname held a lot of weight even when it slipped past your lips in a teasing manner.

He leans back down towards your face, lips merely inches apart, foreheads pressed together. “I miss how you taste darling” it’s as if the words hit you in the chest and fell between your legs, as a breath hitched in the back of your throat and your core flooded with arousal.

Loki watches as your eyes glaze over and pupils blow, eyes nearly void of their original color. “Awww did you miss my head buried between your thighs love” he purred as his lips now ghosted over your plump soft ones.

You didn’t trust your mouth to speak the right words so all you respond with is an eager nod. “Do you wanna ditch the feast darling? I can take you back to my quarters, that you know all too well and show you how much I missed you” the gods' own eyes were glazed over by now, eager to cherish your body how he did once before.

“Yes please Loki, show me how much you missed me” you whine out as your answer of consent. With a love filled smirk he surges forward, connecting your lips with need. You immediately melt into the nostalgic and warm feeling of the kiss. You were grateful he decided not to wear his horned crown, as it let you thread your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. His beard felt rough against your face, though you learned quickly to enjoy it.

The guests were far too distracted admiring the set table and greeting one another to notice the two of you slip away after halting the passionate kiss for the moment. With a soft hold on your hand, fingers entangled together Loki leads you behind him to his room. Though you bet your feet could’ve guided you on your own by memory, you allow him too.

No words were exchanged again until he unlocked the double doors to the room and pulled you inside, locking them once again behind the two of you. His room didn’t look all that different from the last time you stepped foot in it, though you could tell another bookshelf was added for all his literature. “I missed you so bad darling, you have no idea” he groans as he makes his way back over to you. “It was hell here without you, without you here to satisfy me” he growls at the reminder of the amount of times he has been spread out on his bed, cock in hand and just the memory of you getting him off.

“Couldn't have been that bad, I know there were plenty of beautiful women wanting for you to take them.” You stop a scoff from escaping your lips as you continue on. “So I doubt you went unsatisfied for long” the words come out bitter and filled with jealousy.

Loki’s eyes drain of lust and flood with sadness the moment your words registered in his brain. “Darling, I didn’t take another woman the entire time you were gone” his words come out more broken than intended. “I love you, it killed me waiting for your return all these years. I only want you” his last statement comes out mumbled and whispers as if it wasn’t meant for your ears though you catch it.

Your heart swells at the acknowledgement of the reciprocated feelings. “You must me so touch starved then baby, let me fulfil your needs” you purr with a sudden burst of confidence and press your body against his. “Let me make you cum on my tongue and give your thighs burn spots from my bread and I’ll be plenty fulfilled little love” the god also seemed to regain his cocky and teasing demanor.

Being too impatient to endure more teasing you grab his wrist and pull him towards the large king sized bed.

“Don't take off the dress darling, you look too gorgeous wearing my colors I don’t want it off just yet”

The throbbing of your needy pussy was becoming unbearable by now. The last you had sex let alone cum was the night you spent with Loki beofre you had to leave. Once you’ve climbed onto the bed you lay flat on your back, Loki wasting no time lifts your skirt over his head. He slips his longer fingers in the waistband of your lace panties and slides them down your thighs and off.

Diving back under your skirt, letting it droop over his head and down his back he lets out a hiss. “Fuck.. I forgot how pretty your pussy is love” he growls and lunges forward, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe through your soaked folds.

It was such little attention to cunt but it causes you to let out a wanton whine. It had been such a long time you forgot how heavenly the gods tongue felt. “You taste so good darling fuck..I forgot how sweet you were little love” he mumbled against your pussy with licks and sucks between his words. Those were his last words before he turned all his focus on pushing to the edge. His bread was starching and rubbing against your inner thighs. The coarse and rough hair irritated the smooth and sensitive skin of your thighs, you were too blind with pleasure to care for the moment.

Your moans grew more frequent and louder as Loki spent his time fucking your clit with his tounge, sucking and toying with it. It had been so long since you’ve reached pleasure that wasn’t from your own hand that the coil in your stomach already begins to tighten.

“Loki- fuck loki please don’t stop god” you whimper and buck your hips, fucking yourself on his glorious tounge. “Come on, be a good girl and cum for me” he growls as two of his fingers thrust inside you to further intensify your pleasure.

“Cum for me darling and then I’ll split you on my cock, bet you missed it didn’t you love?”

His promise of fucking you nearly ruins you as he speeds up the pumping of his fingers. As he harshly sucks on your bundle of nerves you force yourself to speak through your whines and moans. “Please, I Mhm- missed your cock so bad Loki” your head falls back against the silk pillows and the coil in the pit of your stomach goes tighter. The small pain from his bread rubbing the insides of your thighs raw adding to your pleasure by this point. You had gotten used to it by now and even started to enjoy it. “Only want your cock baby” you slight mumble under your breath, your voice hoarse my now from your loud moans.

Those words go straight to Loki’s head, as well as his cock nearly making him cum from what they implied. It clicked in his head that those words meant you also didn’t give your body to anyone else. You were his, only his. His girl even miles away from him your body was his, even when you weren’t officially together.

“God, good girl, such a good girl for me, you only need my cock little love. I’ll give you all the pleasure in the world forever if you let me, darling.”

You frantically nod though he couldn’t see you as the coil was about ready to snap. “Yes god yes Loki I’m all yours and I’m gonna cum fuck!” Your voice came out raspy and cracked almost every other word.

As the coil snaps sending your high crashing down over you, you practically scream out the god's name. Loki laps up your cum with joy, you let out soft pants as you come down from your high.

He resurfaced from under your dress with a big smile. “Your thighs are rubbed raw from my bread love look” he bunches your large skirt at your waist revealing your thighs. The skin on your inner thighs have patches of irritated and inflamed skin. “Gave them quite the bread burn darling” he sounded oddly proud of himself as he leaned down again to leave soft little kisses at the burns. Him and that bread were gonna be the death of you now.

note: how the fuck this ended up being 2.1k words I can’t fucking tell you! hope you all enjoyed though I really liked writing this.

[blissfulparker]

Can you write about boyfriend!tom asking reader to move out to his house bc shes living in a tiny apartment??

The first time tom found himself waking up in your flat he was shocked. The small space you called home was nothing to what he was use to. Your kitchen being basically three steps from your bedroom and your place overall was just small.

He knew you liked it, he knew that you liked the space but he also listened to your complaints about liking some piece of furniture but it being to big for your place.

The biggest thing he hated about your flat was that in your bedroom, there was only about a three inch space between the bed and the wall. Waking up in the morning to stretch his legs, the poor boy had no room.

“Fuck!” Not woken by an alarm, but rather the way tom stubbed his toe on your wall trying to get up to surpise you with coffee and breakfast.

“Tom? Are you okay? What happened?” You sit up, the sheets wrap around your chest as you see Tom stretching to get up. But ultimately, in the end, falls back down on the bed.

“Nothing my sweet girl, nothing.” He promises as he wraps his arm around you to cuddle. Although he couldn’t take it anymore, he knew deep down you didn’t like living like this and he wanted you to have the best. “Actually...” he starts snd you open your eyes to look at him.

“Tom, I shifted the bed over. I don’t know what else to do for—“ you started to explain and he just lets his next words fall out.

“Live with me.” Was all he said and you this time sit up out of shock. “Darling, dear, baby, live with me.” He offers and you feel your heart racing.

“Tom, no-no I can’t. I can’t invade your space like that!“ you start and he only shakes his head.

“(Y/n), we spend nearly all our time together and sleeping in each other’s beds all the time it’s just...I know you like the place but so small. I-I can’t get up to pee without hitting my toe.” He explains and this time his hands find yours. “Baby, I promise you won’t be invading my space. Please, please let me do this for us.” He offers and you look at him in his pleading eyes.

“You promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” You raise your brows in worry but he only kisses your cheek.

“Baby, I can never get tired of you.” He kissed this time at your other cheek.

“Then yes, yes I’ll move in!” You smile and he seals everything with a kiss. His body moving back on top of yours. His hands coming down to your bare hips when suddenly the mood was ruined by your neighbors morning screaming. His forehead comes to yours as you both sigh.

“I won’t miss them.” You tease as they only get louder.

“Neither will I.” He kissed your nose and sat up on the bed. “But I think we should celebrate with morning pancakes.” He had a large goofy smile.

“Tommy, don’t think just because we’re going to start living together means you suddenly know how to cook...” you tease and he furrows his brows. Coming in to kiss you on the cheek and race you to the kitchen.

Soon you would be in his home, your home. Calling it yours was a foreign concept that you would soon get use to. Coming home, waking up, spending days off all with him. Calling the house yours, calling him yours.

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Hi! Can you do one where Tom Holland and Reader are dating but they hit a bump in the road halfway through the relationship when the reader and Tom get into an argument over how the Reader is getting a bunch of hate from Toms fans, not to mention, she’s been stressed out bc Toms fans are coming to the ER,where she works as a Trauma Surgeon, and are causing chaos and Tom gets pissed at her saying “it’s not like it’s my fault but since you’re getting so angry you don’t have to worry about them anymore because we’re done”. The reader gets sad and goes to a close friend, Sebastian Stan, and they end up sleeping together. She finds out she’s pregnant and Tom calls her saying he didn’t mean what he said and they get back together, she tells Tom that she’s pregnant with Sebastians baby and he tells her that he won’t go anywhere, that he’s not mad, and that he wants to be with her for forever and that he’ll be by her side through it all. I’m sorry if this is confusing or super long :(

Broken Heart

Warning: Very angsty.

Word count:1152

A/N: I apologize for the delay in answering your ask dear and thank you for being patient.

Part 2

You are angry and sad.

You had to leave your job through the back door for fear that someone would stop you if you left through the main entrance, someone scratched your car, and you had to listen to a lecture from your boss because of the little commotion that was going on outside the hospital because of you.

As soon as you got into your car, you let the tears fall and a cry of agony leave your body, why did it have to be so hard? Couldn't you just love someone in peace? Would you have to put up with it for the rest of your life?

You still remembered the day you met Tom two years ago, a time when everything seemed so much easier.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You were working in pediatrics at the time. You walked into the office and saw a boy between your 12 or 13 years old with his arm in a cast, you smile at him kindly before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Y/N and you?"

"I'm Paddy" the redheaded boy replies returning the smile shyly.

"Hi Paddy, where are your parents?" He asks seeing that he was alone there.

"I came with my older brother, he went to the snack machine".

A man enters soon after with several packages of snacks in his hands.

"Paddy, I didn't know which one you would want so I brought all kinds" as soon as his gaze meets yours he drops all the packages on the floor "Sorry, I didn't know the doctor had already come in".

"It's okay" you say laughing.

"I'm Tom, his brother".

"I know who you are, I've seen a movie of you" you say smiling as you analyze Paddy's arm.

"So you're a fan" he tries to flirt.

"No, but I watched it with my best friend, you probably know him"

"Do I?" He asks suspiciously.

"Yes, Sebastian Stan"

"He's your best friend?"

"Yeah, quite a while actually, he said something about you a little star having two assistants and drinking boxed juice" You laugh as he blushes "don't worry, I know he was just joking"

"Yeah, he and Anthony love to make jokes with me, it's funny except when it makes me awkward around pretty girls" he flirts.

"Well Paddy your arm is almost fully healed, I think we can have it out by next week" you say smiling at Paddy.

"Thank you Dr.Y/N" the redhead smiles.

"Just Y/N please"

Paddy leaves the room first but Tom is still there looking at you in amazement for some reason.

"Since we have a friend in common, maybe you could meet me later for coffee, or dinner maybe" you chuckle at his attempt to take you out.

"Sorry Mr. Holland, but I don't go out with my patients"

"But I am not your patient, Paddy is, I am just the chaperone".

"You have a point, but anyway I think the rule applies to chaperones too" you smile.

But Tom didn't give up, he called Sebastian asking for her number and tried to win her over every day since he met her. He said he had found his soul mate as soon as he walked into that office. And everything was so easy with him, at least until now.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

Most of the relationship was kept secret, you both thought it was for the best, you liked your private life and Tom knew that some of his fans could be very aggressive and he wanted to protect you from all this, but a month ago pictures of Tom kissing you leaked in the media. It took less than five minutes for the hate messages to fill your Instagram, last week you had been followed by a paparazzi and after today it seemed like everything was really falling apart.

You saw Tom's car in front of the building where you lived and you are thankful that you at least had his no to comfort you at that moment.

"Hi" you say in a low voice as you walk into your house.

"Hi honey" he gets up to hug you "Hey what happened?" he asks when you start crying on his shoulder, he sits down next to you on the couch holding you in his arms.

"Your fans invaded my work today."

"What?" he asks to make sure you understand correctly.

"I'm surprised it's not already all over the gossip sites" you say angrily "Since lately they love to invade our privacy".

"Honey, you have to understand that the life of someone famous, I know it's terrible, but we have to learn to deal with it and get over it".

"Your fans scratched the word bitch on my car.

"They just love me too much," he replies.

"Your fans come into my work to curse me, they scratch my car, they call me a bitch" he stands up angrily "And you're saying they did it out of love? What kind of love is that?

"Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" He gets angry too.

"Dramatic?" You shout, "I almost got fired because of that little show of theirs, and I'm being dramatic?

"If you can't accept my fans, you can't accept me," he shouts.

"Oh my God, did you stop for a minute to listen to yourself? It has nothing to do with accepting them or accepting you, it's that a lot of them are hurting me" she says between tears "Do you think I like seeing people on the internet judging what I eat or wear, telling me I'm too fat and too ugly to be your girlfriend? I love you, I love you very much, but this," she says referring to her fans, "is going to destroy our relationship.

"Then maybe we shouldn't have a relationship" he says in a lower voice.

"What?" She asks startled.

"This is hurting you, so we should end it, so you won't have any more pain" he gets up from the couch and avoids looking at you.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"I'm sorry Y/N, but yes, I am breaking up with you."

You sit in silence for a few minutes, absorbing his words, get up from the couch angrily and look at him.

"Since we're breaking up you better take this" he plucks the necklace from your neck and throws it in your face, it was a small gold heart necklace with his initials engraved on it, he had given it to you on their anniversary the same day he had said he loved her for the first time.

"Y/N..." He tries to say.

"Go away" he doesn't move "GO AWAY NOW."

He sighs, takes out your house keys that he had and leaves them on your desk before leaving your house.

You collapse as soon as he leaves, picking up the phone and dialing the number of the person you knew would support you unconditionally.

"Tom and I broke up" you speak as soon as he answers "Sebastian, I need you..."

[petersasteria]

hope ur ok || holland!reader

sour masterlist || holland!reader || sour taglist

3,637 words tw: sad shit bc spoiler: someone dies, italics are flashbacks, bold is a letter i don't have a holland reader banner so i used the olivia banner instead. also, sorry for the delay of posting this lmao

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You were in your room, sitting on your bed as your eyes looked around. Your room was painted your favorite color and it made your brothers jealous because their rooms were painted white, it was boring. Yours had posters, polaroids of you and your siblings, fairy lights, a bean bag chair, and a simple full body mirror. You heard a knock on your door and you looked to see that it was Tom smiling brightly with a plate of your favorite cookies.

“Hey.” He said softly as he entered the room and shut the door behind him with his foot while balancing the plate of cookies in his hands.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Sam kicked me out of the kitchen, but I was there first and fortunately, I finished the cookies on time. I hope they taste alright.” Tom said as he sat beside you, the plate of cookies in between you.

“They smell good, so you did a good job.” You chuckled. Tom took one cookie and looked at you, “Taste test.”

He took a bite and chewed it a few times before saying, “It tastes alright. It’s not like how Sam makes it, but I’m not Sam. I’m Tom.”

Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles as you talked about random things. The plate of cookies were now on your bedside table and only half of the cookies were eaten.

“Hey, how’s your friend?” Tom asked casually. Both of you were laying on your bed, facing the ceiling.

“Which friend?”

“The blond one who had one hell of a musical talent.” Tom said. “He used to come here and play on Sam’s piano.”

“Oh, James! I don’t really know what happened to him. We, uh, fell out of touch.”

“I see.” Tom said. “I hope he’s okay.”

“Same here.” You told him. “My friend, Madeline, got a scholarship last time I checked. She got accelerated in school and she got to attend uni ahead of us. I’m really proud of her, y’know?”

“Where is she now?” Tom asked.

You looked at Tom with sorrow in your eyes. He glanced at you and he could see how hurt you were. “We don’t talk...anymore. We used to. She’s basically like a sister to me, but we don’t talk anymore. Regardless, I’m really happy for her and I miss her. Wherever she is, I hope she’s alright.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door and Tom sat up quickly. The door opened and revealed Sam. “Hey, it’s time to eat dinner. You’re washing the dishes tonight, Tom!” Sam said before leaving.

“That little shit.” Tom laughed. “C’mon, Y/N. Let’s eat!” He got up from your bed and you followed suit with worry and concern in your eyes. You shook your head and shrugged it off. What you’ll say can wait.

Both of you went down to join everyone on the dining table. You sat in your usual seat, but didn’t contribute in the conversation. You were just happy to be there. You looked around and saw how happy your brothers were. You looked at your parents and saw them smiling. It was a beautiful sight to see. After all, all you wanted was for them to be happy. They deserve to be happy.

Harry and Tom cleaned up as you watched them help each other. “Next time, we should cook Y/N’s favorite dinner.” Tom said. Harry looked at him and shrugged, “Why not? I never liked it, but I’m sure she’d appreciate it very much.”

The next few days were spent with Tom. He never left your side and he made sure you were alright. You were the youngest and as the eldest Holland child, he made it his job to look after you. He wasn’t close with you before, but somehow as you grew older, it changed. Tom was now excited to spend time with you. He loved talking to you and he loved laughing with you. In his opinion, you make his stress and worries fade away.

Your birthday is coming up and he wanted everything planned out. He already had plans, actually. He knew what cake you wanted, he knew what decorations to put up, he planned the food, and he even had a theme in mind. He was really prepared. Paddy had to go with Tom in town just to buy balloons. Tom was really going all out.

“Are you going to help me set up tonight? Y/N’s birthday is tomorrow and I want her to be surprised when she wakes up. I can already imagine her face.” Tom smiled excitedly as he parked the car in the driveway.

“I can’t help you tonight. I have homework.” Paddy said as he looked at Tom who just shrugged. “Alright. No problem. Stay in school, Pads.” Tom smiled before exiting his car with Paddy following him.

They walked in and Tom saw you sitting on the arm of the couch with Sam and Harry. Tom smiled at the sight. “Hey, guys!” He greeted, causing the three of you to look at Tom and Paddy.

“Wow, you went shopping for a lot of things.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Nothing.” Tom smirked. “I’ll put these in my room.” Tom left and went upstairs to his room as Paddy walked to the couch and sat next to you. You looked at Paddy and smiled. You weren’t close with him, but you loved him dearly. You were only one year younger than him and he was always kind to you and you liked hanging out with him.

You looked at Sam and Harry and you held back a chuckle as you watch them annoy each other. It was a lovely sight to see.

Night time came and dinner was over a few hours ago. You were just standing in your backyard feeling the wind blowing and you knew that something was about to happen. You just didn’t know what. The backdoor opened and you turned around to see Tom with a small smile.

“What’re you doing out here? It’s cold.” He said as he tugged his jacket closer. He walked towards you and stood beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You shrugged, “Nothing. I guess I’m just tired. I think I’ll rest now.”

Tom nodded. He suddenly remembered his plan and said, “Yeah, you can go upstairs now. I, uh, prepared your room.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him. You walked towards the back door and stopped to turn around to look at Tom. He was already looking at you and you said, “I- Good night, Tom.”

“Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams.” He smiled sweetly. You opened the door and walked in and went straight up the stairs to your room.

Tom stayed outside for a minute before walking in. He locked the back door and went to the living room where his brothers were. “Hey, guys! Ready to decorate?” Tom asked with a huge smile on his face. It was evident that he was excited.

“What’re you talking about?” Sam asked, looking at Tom with a confused face.

“Yeah, what’s happening?” Paddy questioned.

Tom scoffed and crossed his arms, “How could you guys forget?! It’s our sister’s birthday tomorrow and you guys aren’t preparing at all!”

Tom was yelling as the rest were looking at him sadly. Sam’s eyes were clouded with tears as he looked at Tom. Harry and Paddy looked at Sam, not wanting to be the ones to remind Tom. Sam sighed and closed his eyes and his tears fell. He wiped his tears and opened his eyes to face Tom.

“Tom, mate, she’s dead.” Sam said softly. “She’s been dead for two months now.”

“W-What are you talking about?” Tom shook his head slowly. He looked away from Sam and he saw you standing behind Sam. “She’s right there, Sam! She’s literally right behind you! How can you not see it?!”

“Tom, stop! She’s gone, okay?!” Harry exclaimed. “Y/N’s not here! She won’t be here anymore and it’ll be that way forever. We just have to accept that.”

“It was leukemia, Tom. She didn’t make it and we had a funeral and everything.” Paddy said softly.

You were confined in the hospital for about a week now and you were getting weaker and weaker as the days went on. Your family was trying to be positive, but all of you knew that it was your time to go. Before you were confined, you had written letters for them to read after you die and it was now hidden in their drawers.

Tom and Harry weren’t there when you passed because they were in a different country. They immediately went home when they heard the news. All of you knew that you weren’t going to make it, but all of you ignored that fact. Everyone except Tom was grieving. He held his mother as she cried and he stayed strong for his brothers. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his brothers slept in one room and he hated that they chose to do it again as soon as you were gone.

It was like a sleepover. They all talked about you and everything you did that the others didn’t know about. Turns out, you had secrets you shared with everyone except Tom.

“Wait, she told you guys about her secrets?” Tom asked that night.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, eyes bloodshot from all the crying. “If something happens to her, she tells the first person she sees.”

“She never told me anything.” Tom stated.

“That’s because you’re the eldest. No one tells people about themselves to the eldest sibling.” Paddy answered.

“That’s unfortunate.” Tom frowned. “I wish I knew the things you knew.” He added.

“It’s alright, Tom. She didn’t have major secrets, anyway. Besides, she was just scared to tell you. That’s why she did that.” Sam explained.

Tom couldn’t sleep that night as he looked at his brothers. They were cuddled up next to each other and were fast asleep. Tom couldn’t help but think of you before finally drifting off. Days later, it was the funeral. The whole house was quiet and while your mum, Nikki, would appreciate it, for once in her life she wanted the noise. She wanted to hear boisterous laughing, heavy footsteps running up and down the stairs, yelling, the sound of Sam cutting vegetables, Dom’s loud typing, Paddy talking to his friend on the phone, Harry telling you to wake up and calling you a lazy bum for not being productive, and Tom playing with Tessa outside. Now, there was none of that.

When a husband or wife dies, the one they left behind is called a widow. When a child dies, what do you call their parents? No one’s ever come up with a word for that yet because it’s too painful to think about. You were young and you deserved all the best life has to offer. Nikki was devastated, but she knew that wherever you were, you aren’t in pain anymore and that was enough for her.

Tom wanted to scream, but he didn’t. He was numb. After the funeral, he and Harry decided to take a break from traveling to spend time with the rest of the family. He stopped working for a while and everyone understood that.

When they got home, Tom went straight to his room and cried. He cried and cried until no tears came out. His head ached, but he didn’t want to get up and get himself a glass of water. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table to ask Harry, but his phone died. Tom scoffed, sat up, and reached the drawer of his bedside table. He leaned over to look for his phone charger, but he saw a letter instead. It had his name on it and he realized that it was your handwriting. Tom quickly grabbed it and put his phone back on the bedside table. He opened the envelope and read what you wrote for him.

Dear Tom,

Hi. When you read this, you know that I'm gone. I'm sorry that we never got to bond a lot. I guess it's my fault because I was so scared of you. Despite that, I want you to know that I'm really happy for you and I'm proud of you.

You're my inspiration and please know that I'm very proud to be your sister.

I don't know where I'll end up when I'm gone, but please don't worry about me. I'll be okay, I can feel it. I'll just go where the wind takes me.

You're a kind person for the whole time I've known you. I'll miss everything and I'll miss your pranks and jokes. Please never stop doing those just because I'm gone. I hope you think of me whenever you tell a joke or pull a prank on Harry again.

I wish we bonded more. I wish we made cookies until Sam kicked us out of the kitchen because he needed to prepare for dinner. I wish we watched movies together and I wish we spoke often.

I'll miss you all the time and I love you. So much. Never forget that.

Your sister,

Y/N/N x

Tom cried again until he slept with the letter resting on his chest. The next morning, he got up to go to your room. He dreamt of you and he wanted to tell you about it. He glanced at the door and noticed that it was unlocked. He slowly opened it and to his surprise, he saw you standing there watching everyone outside from your window.

“Y/N.” Tom said.

You turned around and smiled at him, “Hey, Tom.”

“I dreamt of you! And in my dream, you were a ballet dancer. We did ballet together. Wouldn't that be something? It could be a bonding thing for us." Tom said with a big smile as he fully entered your room. All of a sudden, he forgot about your sickness, your death, your sickness. From an outsider's point of view, it was a sad sight to see. He was clearly in the denial stage.

Harry was on his way downstairs when he heard a voice coming from your room. He quietly opened the door and saw Tom excitedly talking to thin air.

"You know, I'm not doing anything anytime soon. Why don't we go out? It'll just be you and me, Y/N." Tom smiled. Harry's heart broke upon hearing this. His older brother was imagining their dead sister. Harry kept it to himself because he thought that Tom was coping that way.

It wasn't until Sam witnessed the same thing. Tom was in the kitchen and he was talking to thin air once more. Sam watched as Tom laughed and said a bunch of things. Sam kept it to himself too.

Paddy, however, was different. He went to Harry and Sam's room, unannounced. He closed and locked the door behind him as the twins looked at him in confusion.

"Okay, I can't be the only one to notice it." Paddy said with arms crossed.

"What're you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Tom." Was all Paddy said. The twins looked at each other before looking back at Paddy.

"What about him?" Sam asked, his eyebrows were raised a bit.

"Tom told me that he'll bake Y/N's favorite cookies tomorrow because Y/N said she was craving for it." Paddy explained.

"I saw Tom talking to thin air the day after the funeral. He was in Y/N's room." Harry confessed.

"I saw him doing that too, but he was in the kitchen this time. I'm worried about him." Sam said.

"What should we do?" Harry asked with a frown on his face.

"Let's just let him be for a while. Let’s just intervene when it gets out of hand.” Sam decided as the other two nodded.

They just let Tom be until they had enough.

Tom couldn't believe what his brothers were telling him. He felt sick to his stomach. His baby sister was gone and the thought of it ate him alive. He shook his head and Sam said, “Tom, everything will be alright. We’ll get through this together. We’ll be fine.”

“That can’t be true. I’ve been speaking to her. Stop fucking lying.” Tom cried.

“Tom, wake up! She’s not here, alright?! She’s not in her room anymore. Her things will forever be untouched and her books will be dusty. Her phone hasn’t been charged since she died and it’ll stay that way. All we have left are pictures, videos, and memories of her. We should accept that because no matter what happens, we can’t bring her back!” Harry said as his voice was raised.

“Just go to bed, mate. You’re tired.” Paddy said softly. “We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Tom wiped his tears and went up to his room, slamming the door. He went to sleep and dreamt of you again. Both of you were on top of a small hill and the wind was blowing softly.

“Why can’t they see you?” Tom asked you.

“Because I only showed myself to you. I know that we haven’t been really close and I figured you’d want some kind of closure. In truth, I’m only here because of you. The light has been calling me and they want me to leave already, but I can’t because I know you’d be sad. I hate seeing you sad.” You explained.

“Then stay here.” Tom begged, but you shook your head.

“You need to let me go, Tom. It’s time. I can’t stay here forever.” You chuckled lightly.

“I just- I feel like nothing. When you were around, I felt like I had a purpose. Now, I just wish I could be with you.” He admitted.

“Don’t say that. Imagine how everyone will react if you’re gone. They’ll be upset. I’m so proud that you’re alive and well because you’ll get to go on with life and grow old. If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Live the life I never got to live. Trust me when I say that you’ll be happier when you move on.”

“I don’t want to forget you and I don’t want you to think that we’re having fun without you.” He said.

“I won’t think that way because all I ever wanted for all of you is to be happy and healthy. I love you and I miss you, but I want you to have fun and to keep doing everything you love. Don’t stop because I’m gone. Don’t let me be a hindrance because that’ll make me sad and I’ll haunt you forever.” You said as Tom chuckled. “Besides, you don’t have to forget about me. I’ll always be in your heart.”

“Alright.” Tom said. “I think I’m ready to let you go.”

You smiled and nodded as you walked away and stepped into the light. Tom shouted, “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

You looked back and smiled. With that, he knew you were thanking him not just for greeting, but also for everything.

Tom woke up and it was already morning. He decided to get ready and to head to the cemetery. He walked downstairs and saw his brothers eating breakfast.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked before eating his cereal.

“The cemetery. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” Tom said. “I’ll go now. I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”

Tom left and the drive to the cemetery was short and quiet. He parked the car and walked to your grave. He smiled when he saw a small, framed picture of you that Harry placed there not too long ago. He sat in front of your grave and smiled, “Hey, Y/N. I know you can hear me.”

“I guess I did look crazy for a while and I now understand how everyone felt. I, um, I read your letter. I’m sorry too, y’know? I’m sorry I never made the effort to spend time with you. I guess it’s because all my life, I’ve only known about having brothers and when you came along, I didn’t know how to act. But I’m really happy that I got to see you grow up and I’m happy with our few moments together.”

“When you were five, I was fourteen. It’s a wide gap and I remember being so annoyed because your toys were everywhere.” He chuckled at the thought. “Regardless, I loved you and I still do. I’m happy that you grew up to be kind and loving. I’m really fucking happy for that.”

“In your letter, you said that I shouldn’t worry about you. Y/N, I’m sorry, but I can’t promise that. I’m your older brother and that automatically makes me sort of like a second parent especially when mum and dad aren’t around. So, I’ll always worry about you even though I know you’re okay and not in pain.”

“I do, however, promise to always dedicate my pranks to you. I know you’d love that. I’d wish that we bonded, but we already did that. You gave me a chance to get to know the sister I never got to know and that, above all, makes me so happy and grateful. That’s enough for me.”

“I don’t want to say cheesy shit and ask for guidance. I don’t want to burden you in heaven. Like, it’s called a resting place for a reason and I want you to rest easy. I just want to say that I miss you so much and I love you. Happy birthday.” He finished.

Just then, he felt the wind blow in his direction and he knew that you were okay.

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Deal With It

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon ‘please could i request a Tommy Shelby x reader where she is significantly younger than him and he brings her to a family dinner or brings her into the snug or something to introduce her to them but Micheal’s pissed because it’s the girl he likes’

AN: okay so this is biased bc I dislike Michael sorry to all the Michael simps

Warnings: swearing

“What if they don’t like me?” You asked softly, hesitating as tommy walked with you towards the door of the snug.

“Now, YN, would I have brought you to meet them if I didn’t think they’d like you?” Tommy asked, facing you. You bit your lip and looked down, wringing your hands slightly. “Hey,” he said softly, tipping your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. “I love you, YN, and I want you to meet my family, because, well... with any luck, you’ll be truly part of it soon, alright?”

You nodded, reaching for a quick peck. You had been seeing each other for about five months after Tommy first met you while he was in London. Five months later, you were arranging to move just outside of Birmingham (you didn’t want to go straight to Arrowe House) but before you did, you and Tommy had agreed to have you meet his family. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were younger than Tommy, and you had heard all about the Peaky Blinders, and his formidable Aunt Polly. 

Tommy pushed the door to the snug open and guided you inside, shutting the door behind him and clearing his throat. “Everyone,” he said, commanding the attention of the entire room. “This... this is YN, the girl I’ve been seeing,” 

The only woman, who must have been Polly stared at you for a moment. “It’s about time, Thomas. Have you been keeping this poor girl under wraps, worrying her head off?” she asked, arching her brows at her nephew. “Sit down, love,” she said kindly, nodding to a free chair. Tommy sat next to you. 

“That’s my Aunt Pol,”

“Don’t go getting on her bad side,” a man with a moustache and gruff voice spoke. “She still slaps us and we’re grown men,”

“watch it arthur, don’t be scaring off Tommy’s girl,” another man spoke.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “My brothers, Arthur and John,” he pointed to them in order. “The youngest, Finn,” you nodded, your brain already racing to remember all the names. “You’ve already met my sister, Ada, down in London. And my cousin, Michael,”

You nodded, smiling and murmuring a ‘hello’. You knew Michael from before you met tommy. He had brought you a drink at a club, you’d chatted for a while, but nothing more came of it. You had rejected his advances the next few times you saw him while he was in London, and had completely forgotten about him.

He, apparently, hadn’t forgotten about you. “YN, it’s... it’s good to see you, how’ve you been?” He asked quickly. Tommy frowned, lighting a cigarette.

“You two know eachother?” He asked, staring daggers at Michael.

“We met in a club last July...” you said softly, looking away and placing your hand in Tommy’s, squeezing it slightly.

“You never did take me up on that offer,” Michael blurted and you frowned. “Dinner, in Chelsea,”

Tommy arched his brows, seeing you shift uncomfortably. He couldn’t help but feel angry towards his cousin, putting you on the spot.

“The same way I didn’t take you up on a hotel room in Soho, or a nightclub near Camden Town,” you said, unable to stop your temper rising. “And I hardly think it’s appropriate to even suggest I go for dinner with you when I’m sure you know I’ve been seeing Tommy for nearly six months!”

Tommy took a deep swig from his whiskey, trying to conceal his smirk, Polly glaring at her son.

“Bloody hell, Tom,” John laughed. “Sure you can keep up with her?” Tommy snorted into his drink as you huffed, going to get some gin for you and Polly.

“In all seriousness though, Michael,” tommy said once the door was firmly shut. “You say anything like that to my girl again, you upset her like that again, I’ll cut your eyes out and throw you in the cut. Kin or no,”

The snug was silent for a moment, before Polly spoke up. “You’d better marry that one, Thomas. She’s too good for you to let slip away,”

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[uglypastels]

Heyy💕can u maybe write something where the reader is really stressed bc of school and Tom is in Atlanta filming for Spider-Man 3 and the reader isn’t really taking care of herself bc she is so stressed and Tom is really worried about her but he also can’t leave bc he is so far away 🥺

I love your writing so much ♥️

You were sat at your desk, in front of your computer. You new Tom was about to call you, so you took one more glance in the mirror. Quickly, you redid your ponytail, pulling out a few strands of hair from the front to frame your face. 

The bags under your eyes were a different problem but when you checked your computer camera, they didn’t seem to be that bad. For once, having a shitty webcam paid off. 

You jumped up at the sudden notification and melody indicating that Tom was finally calling. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Put on a smile. With that, you accepted the call. Tom’s bright smile popped up on your screen almost immediately. 

“Hey, darling,” he said, tussling his hair. You responded with a “Hi” of your own. 

“How’s the filming going?” you asked. He had been gone for a few weeks already, filming this secret project that no one could know about... meaning he told you everything. 

“Oh, you know, same old same old. We did a pretty cool scene yesterday, I think you’ll really like it.” He leaned his cheek on his knuckles, “but tell me about your day.” That was Tom for ya, he might be travelling the world, filming major motion pictures, but to him, nothing could be more interesting than your mundane domestic life. He really missed it. 

“I’ve just been doing school work. Got a paper due in a few days, and a test coming up... haven’t really had time to do anything else.” 

“Damn, what’s the paper about?”  He asked, genuinely curious, so you told him. You loved how you could hit him with any boring topic and he would listen to it as if he was watching the most exciting movie (or maybe he was that good of an actor?). 

“I gotta go eat something soon. What did you have for breakfast, actually?” 

“Uhh,” nothing. You were going to lie and say sandwich but that second of silence was enough to tell Tom something was up. He knew you too well. 

“You did eat, right?” He sat up straight, his giddy smile gone, exchanged for a frown of seriousness, worry. 

You couldn’t lie to him, so you just shook your head. 

“Baby, it’s almost 3pm, you gotta go eat something.” 

“I know, I just haven’t had the time. I had a class in the morning and then I went straight back to writing this damn paper.” You sighed, feeling the build-up frustration come up. The last thing you wanted was to let it erupt on Tom. He didn’t deserve that. 

“I would have made ya something,” he pouted. You quickly told him off, to not feel guilty. To which he responded: “Yeah, but I wish I could help you, or at least give you a hug for support.” Of course, he had a much better camera than you, meaning that you could see how sad his eyes were. Your exhausted brain could not take that. Soon, tears were welling up in the corners of your eyes. 

“No, darling, don’t cry.” He said jumping up, as if he was going to burst through the screen to wipe away your tears. Instead, you did it yourself. 

“Sorry, I’m just tired. Haven’t been able to sleep in a while.” Shit. You hadn’t told him about your horrible sleep schedule yet, or how little sleep you got, period. His worried frown came back. 

“How long for? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Pretty much since you left. I didn’t want you to worry, you’ve got enough going on as is. And it’s really not a big deal. There was this project I had to work on, I kept up staying a bit late trying to finish it. And you know I have trouble feeling asleep already- Really no big deal.” 

Tom didn’t say anything, just looked at you. He was sad, broken. He hated seeing you like this. Finally, after what felt like a century, he spoke up. 

“Please, after we hang up, go make yourself a sandwich and then take a bath. I would have said, take a nap, but I feel like that might only worsen your habits.” you both chuckled at how true that statement was. “And I want evidence, so send me pictures. I gotta know my babygirl is taking care of herself.” 

“You just want to see me naked,” you laughed, ignoring the warm fuzzy feeling you got from his last sentence. 

“Why not both.” He winked. 

[demxters]

Headcanons for being Steve and Buckys BFF before they went off to war (reader is a slight Tom Boy) and the reader somehow ends up frozen with steve and eventually dates Bucky after he’s no longer the winter soldier bc she’s always had a huge crush on him?? Bonus points if Steve was always there’s to comfort her when she was worrying about Bucky in Wakanda?? You’re literally the best you have no idea

a/n: naww pls you’re the best for sending this in and ilyyy🥰

who would’ve known that you and your best boys would find each other after 70+ years

adjusting to the new century was something you didn’t think you’d ever get used to but with steve by your side it wasn’t all bad

you’d rather have steve to navigate through it all with than be alone

but that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t still aching for another

james buchanan barnes, steve’s brother, the man you loved, your best friend, the man the two of you thought you lost during the war... you longed for him

when steve told you all that had become of your best friend after seeing him in dc, you swore your heart broke into two

all you wanted to do was find him again, so that’s what steve and you set off to do

the first time you see bucky again is at the airport in berlin

climbing out of the van with wanda, scott, and clint, your heart stops in your chest at the sight of him

his hair was longer and he had more of a muscular build and a metal arm but his steel blue eyes were still as bright as ever

he was still your bucky

your body moves faster than your mind can process and you suddenly find yourself back in the arms of your best friend and first (and only) love

bucky wraps his right arm around your waist and holds you tightly against him

the action brings him back to all the times he’d hold you in his embrace after telling off some girls who were making fun of you for your boyish demeanor

they’d tease you about never being able to get a s/o because of it but bucky was able to debunk every single one of their taunts

he hated seeing you cry because of their harsh words

“any one would be lucky to call you theirs, doll. now, chin up and no more tears. i hate to see you cry.”

you pull away from bucky’s embrace to see his face stained with tears

gently cupping his face, you brush at the tears still slipping from his waterline

“shh... chin up and no more tears. i hate to see you cry, buck.”

bucky swears right then and there that if things were different, he would’ve kissed you and told you everything that he felt

but he knew he couldn’t do that to you. not after everything you have all been through and what he’s done

so he silently promised himself that if he were to make it out of this mess alive, he’d tell you everything

and surprise, surprise, he did

sending him back to cryo sleep was the hardest thing you’ve had to do since losing him the first time but you knew it was for the best

you thanked tchalla over and over again for giving bucky a chance after everything

before bucky went under, you beat him to confessing your feelings

“i’ve have loved you since we were 18, buck. (ignore my cheesy one direction reference ok) i love you so much that i would go through all this shit again if it meant having you back. and i know this probably isn’t the right time for any of this but-“

bucky cant contain himself anymore as he surges forward and kisses you with as much love and passion as his actions will allow

“i’m assuming that means you love me too?”

“i do. i do love you too.”

bucky promises you a future together once he sorts out the whole winter soldier mess and you promise him that you’ll wait for him once more

for him, you’d wait as long as he needed

steve and tchalla finally you that it’s time to put him under and you give him one last kiss

steve pulls you and bucky in for a group hug, and the feeling of being with your best friends as if it were the 1940s all over again brought tears to your eyes

steve keeps his arms around you as you watch them put bucky to sleep knowing just as much it hurt to see him gone again

tchalla lets you and steve stay a few more days in wakanda before figuring out your living situation considering you were now fugitives

the two of you talked and reminisced when the nights got rough

it was comforting to know that even back then, steve knew the two of you would get together

“i just knew. i’ve never seen bucky look at anyone like the way he looked at you. i just didn’t think it’d take over 70 years for you two to confess.”

each day that passed was just as hard, if not harder, for both you and steve

but knowing that the two of you were going through it together for bucky’s sake made things feel less like a curse and more like a blessing

bucky always had yours and steve’s backs and this time it was your turn to return the favor

even if that meant waiting for god knows how long to reunite with the love of your life once again