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xxanimecoolgirlxx · 3 years ago

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Sooo Imma do some Candypunkland content. Warning this series is NSFW though nothing will be too explicit. Also warning for manipulating behaviors and abuse of power in this one

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Cookie woke her in her bed, groggy and exhausted from the events of the previous night. She immediately glanced over to the later side of the bed, to be meet with the sleeping face of her.. partner to say, The Queen herself, Jelloni.

Cookie still couldn’t believe the events that had transpired to even have this scenario a possibility. She was merely a commoner, she expected to be assigned a role in their society like all the others and have an long peaceful and mundane life, working her part in the wheels of their world and bringing forth a new generation as would be expected of her.

But things didn’t happen like that. It was when she somehow met Jelloni’s eye that things went.. strangely. She didn’t know how or what she did in particular, the only interaction she and Cookie had was when Cookie had offered her the treats she had baked as tribute to high ranked officials as regulations stated when she first truly came into the ‘society’.

When she was assigned a home, she found a small little gift in her doorstep. At first she was told by one of the delivery men is that she had a gift from an anonymous source. He had this.. smile on his face, like he knew something that she didn’t. He gave her a “Congratulations.” Before leaving her there on her porch, confused.

The gift was a choker necklace made of silver and embedded in pearls. At first she was taken aback by the expensive looking gift. Who could’ve sent this to her? Maybe this was something everyone got for their first day joining the ‘real world’. But she didn’t want to question it further, just simply accepting the gift as she went inside her new home.

As the days went on, she started catching onto things. The guards that patrolled the neighborhood all seemed to give her looks when she walked past. They weren’t anything hateful or anything, but it was something else. One day she was pulled aside by one of them as she walked back to her home. They instructed her to prepare herself and her living space for an very important guest.

Cookie was of course shocked but at the same time very honored by the opportunity. She hadn’t know what she did in particular to deserve the presence of whatever high ranking person but she didn’t question it, that would’ve been most disrespectful.

That day she was instructed to wait until nightfall for the visitor to arrive and to make sure to tell nobody of this. She made sure everything was perfect, she had baked goods for the guest and made sure her house was as neat and tidy as ever.

It was around midnight that this guest came. Could you imagine her shock when she saw the Queen of her country walk in her door? She immediately dropped to her knees in a bow, shaking. She had thought it was an mayor or something like that,but not royalty. She began wondering if she did something wrong, so wrong In fact to get her Majesty to punish her personally.

But The Queen, Jelloni, did no such thing. She smiled as she softly titled Cookie’s chin up. She assured her that she hadn’t done anything wrong, so there was no need for her to feel scared. Cookie got up, a bit bewildered but just grateful she wasn’t in any trouble.

Cookie invited Jelloni to sit at the table as she served the pastries she made. As she did, she couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes digging into her. The entire time she never felt Jelloni’s eyes leave her. There was this.. look in her blue orbs that just seem to shake Cookie for whatever reason, almost throwing her off.

Jelloni finally spoke.

“Do you know why I’ve come here to visit you?” She asked her. Cookie lowered her head a bit and shook it.

“No, I don’t.” She said quietly. Jelloni just chuckled in response.

“I see.. potential in you, sweet girl. Although I’ve only seen you a few times, I feel as though you’d be perfect for the task I have for you.” Jelloni explained.

“Whatever it is I can serve you in, I’d be grateful and honored to do so.” Cookie said. She almost couldn’t believe her ears. She was being assigned a task by the Queen herself? She could hardly contain herself as she was giddy with excitement.

“Good.” Jelloni said. She then noticed the necklace around Cookie’s neck. “How do you like your present? I made sure it was customized to suit you best.” She said.

Cookie smiled as a hand went to graze her necklace. “It’s really beautiful, thank you.” She said with the brightest of smiles.

“Did you know what that was only the first half of the gift? I have another gift for you.” She said, a smile curling on her lips. Cookie didn’t know why, but that smile didn’t seem.. wholesome somehow, like there was something else she was missing.

Jelloni then reached into her bag that Cookie just realized she was carrying. It was then she pulled out this. Leash? It was adorned in gems,just like how her necklace was. Cookie quirked an curious brow as she glanced at it.

“Your majesty, forgive me but I don’t understand. I don’t have any pets.” Cookie was cut off.

“Oh I know. It’s for you, sweetheart. I just think that this will suit that lovely neck of yours best, don’t you think?”

Cookie froze at bit at that, she stuttered out a reply

“Y-your majesty. That’s supposed to be for a pet, I don’t think that it’s very appropriate-.” She was cut off once again.

“Are you saying you’re ungrateful for the privilege of my presence? I thought you said you’d be happy to serve me in any way I chose?” Jelloni said. Cookie stood up straight at that.

“Of course not.” She muttered.

Jelloni smirked “Good girl, now come here and kneel.” She commanded. Cookie quickly did as told, not wanting to test Jelloni’s patience.

With a soft ‘click’, the leash was attached to her necklace, now revealed to be a collar. Cookie kept her head held low, shaking with confusion and honestly fear. What was going to happen to her? She felt.. uncomfortable, scared, helpless.

A gentle tug from the leash made Cookie look up at Jelloni.

“Aww, you look so precious like this, such a pretty sight. Don’t worry, that’s not the last of my gifts.” Jelloni said before reaching back into the bag and retrieving two more items. Cookie’s eyes widened a bit when she saw what it was, a hard blush coming across her face.

“Your majesty. Those articles of clothing.. they’re prohibited for me to wear, that’s scandalous and against the laws-“

“Oh hush. I am the law. And who says it’s a scandalous thing? Who says it’s a sinful thing for someone as adorable as you to wear. I think it suits you.. don’t you think?” Jelloni asked, almost challenging her to say no.

“I… yes, It does suit me.” Cookie said submissively.

“Well what are you waiting for then? Wear it.” Jelloni said. Cookie could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stick up. She truly didn’t want to do it, but then again, it’d be a great disrespect to the Queen. She felt as though she did owe her even something this small as gratitude for cleansing the country of disgusting degenerates and rebels.

“Yes your Majesty.” Cookie said. She took the articles of clothing, a pair of cutesy, ruffly lingerie and began walking to the restroom to change when a harsh yank on her collar stopped her.

“No. I want to watch you strip for me.” Jelloni said. Cookie could feel goosebumps go up her body but she couldn’t refuse. She began stripping down from her dress and underwear. The entire time, Jelloni’s eyes seemed to devour her naked form.

When she had finished changing, Jelloni get up from her chair, a lustful look in her eyes as she inspected her.

“God, you look so f*cking ravishing in this. It makes me want you so much more.” Jelloni said.

“Want.. me?.” Cookie asked.

“Oh yes, darling. This is how you’ll serve me from now on. You’re mine now, and mine alone. Don’t worry, though. I’m sure you’ll love what I’ll do to you two. I’ll make you feel so nice, so good that you won’t know what you would’ve done if I hadn’t stepped into your life.” Jelloni said, she leaned in closer to her.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?” She said. Cookie felt she obliged to do nothing but nod her head.

Ever since that day, she had been visited by Jelloni at least once a week, letting her have her however way she wanted. Although it did admittedly feel… nice in the moment . It always just seemed so empty, like she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Every time after the deed happened, she felt almost used, like it was her only purpose to please Jelloni.

This day was no different. Her arms crossed over her chest, as if trying to shield herself from the world, maybe to protect what little dignity she had left. Some days, she wants to just throw the towel in, but then there would be the venomous thoughts that came in, mostly from Jelloni’s words to her. This was a privilege, not everyone gets this opportunity to serve their great ruler who had done so much for them. Is it that hard to give even a little bit back in return, even something as insignificant as her body. She shouldn’t bother Her Majesty with trivial things like her opinions and silly wants. It seemed so obvious yet not at the same time.

Cookie snapped out from her own thoughts as she felt a soft tug at her leash. Jelloni had woken up.

“You’re up early, pet.” Jelloni purred. Cookie looked away.

“Guess I’m just a morning person.” Cookie said with an uneasy chuckle. Cookie had to stop herself from flinching backward when Jelloni went into for a kiss, the sickening sweet sensation of her lips against Cookie would’ve made her recoil had she not have gotten used to it. So she was thankful when Jelloni broke the kiss after a while.

“Last night was fun as always, Sweetheart. I’m glad you haven’t disappointed me.” Jelloni commented as she brushed Cookie’s hair.

“But alas, I must leave. I expect to see you tomorrow night, so please, be prepared for my arrival.” Jelloni said. Cookie only bowed her head obediently as Jelloni got dressed and walked out of her room.

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peeterparkr · 5 years ago

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||4

chapter 4: choose your flowers

MADE OF HONOR|AU

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the songs and the running away

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff-ish, angsty(a bit), tom is an idiot, guardians of the galaxy, wedding

word count: 6.2k (whoops sorry)

As usual tell me what you think, this chapter was kind of painful to write because IT’S SOOO MUCH HAPPENING

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The world’s worst hangover, that’s what Tom was calling it. Facing the consequences of that night. Tom had faced the worst kind of memories from past encounters. Crazy girls sending him flowers, girls throwing their purses at him, girls stealing his clothes. Aftermaths that weren’t so nice to remember. But this one, he wanted to remember.

But seemed that this one had the worst side-effect. A constant headache would’ve been better. Though it had been almost 2 weeks already.

She may be the face I can't forget

And he had that stupid song stuck in his head. The entire night had been on loop. He couldn’t focus on anything. Not his lines, not in boxing, not in that stupid audition he had had. It was awful. There were no answers, it was dumb. It didn’t make any sense for him, because he was angry at himself, because he had to follow his stupid rules. Right? Couldn’t he break them?

The only person that could comfort him was exactly the subject he needed to be comforted from. Good idea, to lose your wise adviser.

He decided to go to the gym, maybe that could get her off of his mind. Everything about that night seemed to be blurry. He’d meet Haz there, he was also training. Maybe seeing his best friend could help him. Y/N was leaving on that day.

Tom didn’t feel like training, however, and that was off-character of him. He tried lifting, but he couldn’t. He tried to run but fell off the machine. Tom groaned, making the whole gym turn around and stare. Nothing was working.

Haz had seen him and gave him a confused stare, as he ran over.

“You okay, mate?”

“Yeah,” Tom lied. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everything is fine.”

“Is it?” Haz questioned.

Tom hated when Haz was condescending.

“Yes. Fine.”

There was something they needed to talk about and Tom could not find a way to tell him, because if anything, Tom didn’t know exactly what he wanted to talk about. Tom decided to box instead.

Haz didn’t push it because, honestly, he had been ignoring Tom those days. Tom had been extremely annoying, and clumsy. He was like a broken-hearted teenager. Like a small child throwing a tantrum. So, of course, Haz had been ignoring him. Tom didn’t blame him. He couldn’t stand himself either.

He was so useless. He had broken the coffee machine, burned half of his breakfast and watched all Bridget Jones’ Diary movies on the first Sunday, then the next Sunday he had pizza for breakfast and watched Notting Hill, Best Friends Wedding and Pretty Woman and then Notting Hill again, he had cried on that one. ‘Bridget Jones is a classic and Julia Roberts is fantastic in everything she does’.

Tom was...pathetic. But he was boxing now, he was getting back on track. So while giving a stronger than normal uppercuts to his punching bag, his friend watched him doing his own gym routines.

Cold sweat ran down Tom's forehead as he went through the events of that night, it had been two weeks already. He remembered, again and again, every single little detail of the night. Andrew Jacob’s wedding had been, in general, merely forgettable.

But there are things one can’t dare to forget.

Like that red dress, or those words, or that one dance. Things he’d love to forget, but that were roaming his head, things he hadn't thought about before, or maybe he had but had suppressed them all along. While punching, he couldn't stop shaking, his punch was not precise, and no matter how hard he hit he could not get anything out. The lack of concentration made him shudder, with the little courage that remained, he had realized the great mistake he had made.

Every single detail counted. But there had been plenty mistakes he had committed that night.

Harrison approached him. “Alright, what’s up?”

Tom looked up. “I fucked up.”

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2 weeks before

“Y/N hurry we’re running late already,” Tom yelled. He had been waiting for about half an hour already and y/n hadn't come out of her room.

“Coming! I’m just…” She trailed off, her voice was muffled behind her closed bedroom door. “Two minutes!”

Tom closed his eyes. “Y/N!” She had been so weird about this, so unlike her. It wasn’t the first wedding they’d gone to together. Sure, usually it took her a lot of time to get ready, but she usually had her bedroom open and he’d watch her put her makeup on, while he scrolled through Instagram. But not this time. She had been avoiding his calls and she had been barely texting him. He didn’t know what had gotten on to her, she had even come to premieres with him, what was up with being so serious about a damned wedding.

“Actually, I need help, come here,” she said, finally opening her door.

Tom rolled his eyes as he walked over. He scrolled through his phone. “It’s just a party y/n.”

“Yeah, I know, but remember I might be leaving so it might be our last in a while,” she said, coming out of her restroom as she was putting on her earrings. “Would you mind helping me with my necklace?”

Tom finally looked up. His breath was taken away, and he almost dropped his phone. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With the red dress perfectly silking her body and her hair tied up in a bow, her bare neck inviting him to cover it with tattoos of his kisses. He had seen her with that dress, already, but he hadn’t… Observed her. Her lips were as bright red as her dress and her eyes had a certain sparkle leaving only to his imagination how stained he could get him with that lipstick. He cleared his throat. It was wrong to think of his best friend that way.

“Um…”

She bit her lip. “Too much? Is it too much? I should’ve bought the other dress, right? I could still change-I think I have another--”

“What?” Tom’s eyes widened. “No, no, no, no, you look... don’t...it’s just, wow, you...Wow.”

She chuckled. “Really?”

“Yeah, wow,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Wow?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yes, breathtaking...Wow.”

She blushed. “Thanks.”

“You’re gonna make the bride feel bad,” he licked his lips “You...you look amazing.”

“You don’t look bad yourself,” she complimented him. She walked over to him, just inches away. She cleared her throat. He gulped. “Uh, mind helping me...with my necklace?”

He stared down at her lips but then cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he took it from her hands as she turned around. He was being stupid. But he put it on anyways, gently caressing her neck with his cold fingers. She went stiff as soon as he touched her, and he took his time to put it on. It was contrasting. Mistake number one.

“Uh, so now...uh,” He cleared his throat. “You’re ready, right?”

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, yeah, oh, uh...perfume!”

“Chanel, right?”

“Is there any other?” She smirked.

Glasses were clicking, and people were murmuring. In a room where the music was as loud as it could be, and the dresses as beautiful as they could get. Tom and y/n had arrived earlier at the venue, and they were talking to some other people. Tom already had a glass of white wine on his hand, trying to digest what was going on. He couldn’t stand it. Some of the other guests were very interested in y/n, they were not so subtly flirting with her, and she responded subtly, with smooth and soft fingers moving and cheeky grins.

“The place is very pretty,” y/n commented. “I wouldn’t get married here, but you know.”

Tom chuckled. “Where would it be?”

“Something more fairytale-like, I guess,” she chuckled. “I dunno, guess somewhere magical.”

“Magical?” Tom chuckled.

“Oh shush.”

“What would make it magical?” He asked.

She sighed. “I guess… I’d have sunflowers,” she started. “Yes, and daisies.”

“Flowers? That’s it, that’s the magic for you?”

She paused. “No, I guess not, I guess the person would make it magical because I’d be marrying someone who'd love me, flaws and all, someone who knows me, who guesses my thoughts before I could even think them,” she explained. “Someone, who I trust, you know? Whom I don’t have to pretend with.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows. “I guess.”

“But yes, flowers,” she chuckled. “Flowers are important.”

Tom smiled but then let out a soft laugh. “You know what my ideal wedding would be?”

She just looked up.

“Non-existent,” he winked.

She gave him a forced chuckle. “Right.”

Suddenly, all the muttering stopped. Everybody had their stares fixed on the newlyweds who were now happily prancing around with their rings. People were clapping at them, celebrating. But y/n and Tom were only faking to be happy about them, they were rather bored.

“Bet this will be the most predictable wedding ever,” Tom whispered on y/n’s ear, as he joined the clapping.

She looked at him. “Hm?”

“You know, all of them are, lately,” Tom said. “That’s why I’m never going to have one, I don’t want to fall into that cliché.”

Y/N gave him a sad smile and then turned to the couple. “Their first dance,” she whispered.

I must have been through about a million girls, I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em alone.

“Fooled Around and Fell in Love” By Elvin Bishop. Not exactly the most ideal song for a first dance song, but he knew the backstory to it. Andrew’s and Michelle’s first date had consisted of watching Guardians of the Galaxy and their first kiss had been when Gamora and Peter Quill were listening to that song.

I didn't care how much they cried, no sir, their tears left me cold as a stone

Tom saw how y/n’s eyes had glazed slightly as she mouthed the lyrics to the song, her lips curving just slightly to form a subtle smile. Tom knew he was supposed to watch the couple. He truly knew it. But he had time to do something else. Tom had time to observe a little more than usual. Observing how her red lipstick made her smile illuminate her eyes more, he observed the way her hair pushed back made her look beautiful, he saw how she was trying to pull a little hair back that was getting on her way, but he didn't mind that it wasn't perfectly combed, because she looked perfect. Tom realized that maybe in another context, the song was perfect for them. The song was singing to him.

But then I fooled around and fell in love

He cleared his throat, hell, he would never tell her about all the songs he could dedicate her. He would give everything to her, and she seemed not to notice. Just as she didn't see how dazzled he was by all of her, from her playing with her hands to her lost gaze, to her lip-syncing to the song. Perfectly Imperfect.

Tom didn’t even notice when the song had ended. But it kept playing on the back of his mind. I fooled around and fell in love.

They were all clapping. Tom joined them, too. They toasted and then the couple kept their prancing through the tables.

They ended up talking about how awful the wedding was going. Their vows had been...boring. Both y/n and Tom said they were dull, nothing too incredible. Of course, it was Andrew Jacobs they were talking about, but it was just too… predictable.

“You know, I would’ve said something even more splendid,” she murmured to Tom. “You know, it’s the love of your life who you’re marrying.”

“Some people don’t marry the love of their life,” Tom shrugged.

“Well, I will,” she bit her lip.

He chuckled. “What would you say?”

She bit her lip. “I dunno.”

“Ah, c’mon, you can’t just say they were plain and boring without coming up with something better,” Tom teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, they said something that people usually say, I mean, saying ‘I’ve been waiting for my whole life for this’, like, really? So generic? Even if I was marrying someone I wasn’t in love with I’d come up with something more original.”

There were lights all across the room, creating a perfect atmosphere for the already romantic ambience. The guests were thrilled to be watching the newlyweds. Y/N and Tom were sitting down on their table with Haz, Tuwaine and his girlfriend, and some other childhood friends.

“Let’s see then,” Haz pushed. “Let’s see our writer in all her splendour.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “C’mon.”

“Yes, go on, y/n, what would you say?” Tuwaine insisted.

She chuckled. “I need… I need to say it to someone, so it feels more real, okay?” She laughed. “Okay, okay, okay, Harrison,” she looked at him.

Haz laughed. “No, no, say it to Tom, let’s see how much he can resist without wanting to run away for listening to something that’s close to a commitment.”

Y/N gulped and wrinkled her nose. “No, no, it’s fine, then.”

Tom laughed. “It’s alright, I won’t run.”

She gulped but turned to him. She smiled. “Thomas.”

“y/n, my love,” Tom sang.

She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. They stared into each others’ eyes. Haz and Tuwaine chuckled.

“Guys, please,” she giggled. She looked away. “Wait, should I pretend he’s someone else? I--I can’t,” she pinched Tom’s cheek.

“No, no, imagine you’re marrying him right now,” Haz said.

Y/N looked down. “I’m screwed.”

Haz laughed. “You said you could come up with something even if you weren’t in love.”

Y/N glared at him but turned back to Tom. Tom rolled his eyes and they stared at each other, again. He smiled. She bit her lip.

“Y/N…” Haz insisted.

“Sh, I’m thinking,” she defended herself. She blinked a few times, and Tom could take into her features again. She had a unique way to look into someone’s eyes as if she was trying to undress their soul.

Tom felt naked with her, always. Not in the way he was with the other girls, but in a way that he could only be himself, in which he had no shield.

“They say love is easy when the right person comes,” she started. “I guess I had been dreaming a lie, waiting for that prince charming to arrive on a white horse, I just hadn’t realized that maybe he was riding a motorbike,” she cleared her throat as Tom chuckled lightly but kept looking her in the eyes. “I’ve always thought that I was wrong but suddenly, you became the right answer and I didn’t have to hide anymore, because you had always been there,” her voice was like a song he loved to listen to. “We’ve shielded under that label of best friends when we didn’t realize it didn’t have to be a boundary but a firm step in which we could always rely on because when it comes to choosing the person I’d love to spend the rest of my life with I couldn’t think on anyone else,” she paused, and Tom gulped. “Because it’s simple and as I said before when it’s the right person, it’s easy, and it doesn’t have to be the complicated mess we tend to make. So tonight, looking you in the eyes, I hereby promise you that I’ll always try to be the right answer, and to keep on strong to build over that firm step we’ve formed along because I know that although it is easy, we still have so much to discover, and so much to love.”

Tom got lost into her words. He felt a dagger across his chest. She looked away and laughed. “Wow, that was intense.”

“Oh my god,” Tuwaine chuckled. “I even fell for it, man, you’re good.”

“Fuck, how did you even come up with that shit?” Haz asked. “What the fuck,” he laughed.

“See? Even if you’re not in love you can come up with something so not generic,” she coughed and downed her glass.

Tom blinked. What the hell was going on?

He forced a laugh as he downed his glass, too. “Yeah, that was…” He cleared his throat. “Talented girl we have here.”

She cleared her throat and blushed. “Yeah.”

The wedding continued, the toast, the people dancing, the awkward pictures. Everything a wedding includes. Even the surprise for the groom.

Y/N looked beautiful, and Tom had not hesitated to remind her all night. They ate, laughed as they used to, and even shared their desserts, they had given two cakes at the wedding, these millennials with their ideas, but they didn't complain as they could enjoy the perfect combination of chocolate cake and strawberry cake.

It was not until the time to throw the bouquet, that they began to circumvent the small motivations.

Their friends insisted that y/n should go to catch it that maybe she’d find someone now that she had graduated, she said she was fine, that she didn't have to go, but they ended up convincing her. Y/N caught the bouquet, without even trying.

And that wasn't even the biggest deal, because, Tom had caught the garter. Tom laughed at how now they, following the tradition, should marry. They joked with that, trying to come up with ways he should propose, and how they’d serve pizza and lemon pie, with chocolate cheesecake at their wedding, or how they were going to have sunflowers instead of roses.

“She already has her vows,” Haz laughed. “It’s perfect.”

The dancing had started, and all the table had joined the dance floor. Tom was trying to show some moves as he pulled y/n to him. With each song, they’d find themselves a little more glued to each other, letting the music absorb them and enamouring them.

A particular song started. She, from Notting Hill. They ended up getting closer, with flutters of butterflies in Tom's stomach from being oh-so-close.

A particular verse hit.

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd

They put their foreheads together, they couldn't blame the alcohol since they had not drank much, just a few glasses, but they were sufficiently sober for both of them to know what they were doing.

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

Their noses pressed against each other, and Tom's hands caressed her back slowly.

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

A small skim of lips was what caused the first spark, to the sound of the slow ballad to which they danced along to.

She may be the love that cannot hope to last

Tom wanted more, so he came closer again, brushing his lips against the corner of y/n's lips.

May come to me from shadows in the past

Her hands were resting sweetly on the back of his neck.

That I remember 'till the day I die

Tom had leaned in, ready to seal the deal. But she had stopped him, only half an inch from his lips touching hers she had moved away from his gaze.

“Don’t do this to me,” she whispered, her eyes were glazed again. “Please don’t.”

Tom hadn’t even been able to respond before she left the dance floor.

Tom had followed her, he did not want to lose her, because he knew her. He knew how she loved to disappear whenever she wanted to cry. She liked to disappear.

There was a bridge outside the venue, where she was leaning on, staring at the water and her reflection on it, with a few light posts decorated with red flowers. She was quiet, he guessed she was crying. Because he knew that she didn’t like to be seen crying. He gave her a few moments until he approached her.

"You left, like Cinderella at the ball," Tom mentioned. Clearing his throat. “Though I guess I can’t blame you.”

"I don't want to leave things on you so easy," she said without looking up, he confirmed it, she had cried. "Although, if I had actually done it, it would have been very easy."

"Why did you do it, then?" Tom asked.

"Run away?" She laughed cynically. “You really are asking why?”

"The vows, the dress," Tom shrugged. “You practically crafted it.”

She stayed quiet.

"Is there a reason why you don't want to?" Tom frowned. “Would it be such a sin if we had kissed?”

"Friends don't kiss," she reminded him.

"I know a few who do," Tom shrugged. "Though it’s clear, we’re not that type of friends, you’ve left that clear."

“I’m protecting myself,” she frowned.

“You’re protecting yourself by running away?” Tom chuckled, digging his hands in his pockets. “It’s not the first time.”

"You’re right, and we’ve both ran away from it," She scoffed. "I dunno about you, but I have many reasons to, I don't want to be just one more."

"Just one more?"

"Another one who falls for the lie that your angel eyes are, another who got tangled up in your smile, and who you hypnotized to leave her the next day, I do not want to be another game, Tom," she answered. "Less now that I'm so fragile."

"It's just a kiss." He shrugged, looking away.

"No, Tom, it's not just that, and you know that" she glanced seriously. "It's the fact that it's just a kiss for you, that's the point."

"Maybe I've always wanted a kiss." He bit his lip.

"So you can throw me away the next day?" She pressed her temples, closing her eyes.

"It would not be like that," Tom told her. "Look, let's forget it."

"It would have been easy now that I'm leaving, wouldn’t it?” She clenched her jaw.

"So, it’s decided, you're leaving," Tom finally turned back to her.

"I decided to accept the job," she explained. "I need to get out of everything, my routine, my family, the school, I need a break from you, Tom, I need a break until we can keep our hands to ourselves."

"What do you mean?" Tom asked.

"You know exactly what I mean, just… Forget it, okay? Let’s pretend it never happened” she turned to him. “Besides, it's also my dream, I'm going to fulfil my dream, would be stupid if I didn't."

Tom felt his heart breaking, shattering, completely destroyed, he couldn't let her go, especially now that he was taking things into account. Tom needed her, Tom needed her to stay sane. Tom had been away from her other times like when he was going to film or a press tour, but if she was leaving it would mean that many things would change. Especially after all that night.

“We are drunk,” Tom said. “We can blame it on that.”

“We are not, Tom,” she answered. “You know it, and I know it, it was stupid, you’re gonna end up shagging a bridesmaid.”

“I won’t.”

“You will, that’s how it goes,” she chuckled. “Lots of them had that doggy-bowl look.”

Tom nudged her. “They probably don’t think my nose is bent.”

“Your nose?” y/n frowned as she laughed slightly. “Who said that?” She turned to look at him, the moonlight reflected on her skin made her smile beautifully.

“You did!” Tom giggled. “The night we met, you said it dropped down at the bottom, a feature accentuated by the thinness of my lips.”

y/n threw her head back, finally laughing. “Oh my god, I did! Then I called you... What did I call you? I said you were desperate...”

“Uh-huh, desperate for attention from being alone!” Tom continued.

“And I said you validated yourself by having…”

“Sport like meaningless, insatiable sex, yes.” Tom ended her sentence laughing. “Man you really ended me that night.”

“I mean I was right about that, I’m still right” she chuckled with sadness. “But I lied about your nose,” she confessed with a small smile upon her face. Tom widened his eyes with surprise. “Wanna know what I was actually thinking?”

“What? Of course!” Tom looked at her.

“I thought you were hot,” she blushed looking down giggling. “But you called me boring.”

“Because I was trying to sleep with you!” Tom laughed. “Haven’t tried since, what are the odds now?”

She stayed quiet, as she looked up at him, she ruffled his hair. Watching her, made Tom feel a jolt inside her. He was blushing, too.

“Tom, you won’t change, and I mean, I love you and all, but it’s always, I’m your backup plan.”

“y/n, you’re not-” Tom tried to convince her, but she placed her hand on his mouth, impeding him from talking.

“No, I know I am... you are not trying to hurt me, I know, and we are friends, okay, I know that, I just need us to stay that way, I know you can’t stop flirting, and I know that what was about to happen tonight was only because you were stuck with me, and I guessed I forced it.”

Tom didn’t answer right away. Maybe she was right, maybe it had been just the moment. She looked down at her glass.

“Did you mean it?” Tom asked her. “The vows?”

“I…”She sighed. “I didn’t,” she sentenced. “I mean, in all seriousness, Tommy, it’s okay, honestly, I let it clear, we’re good like friends, and besides I don’t have that doggy-bowl look anyway, and maybe your nose is actually kinda bent.” She smiled at him.

“6 months,” he said. “24 Sunday’s.”

“6 months,” she repeated.

Tom looked down at the blue water that was reflecting the moon, he jumped to sit on the edge of the bridge.

"Thomas!"

“I’m gonna jump I can’t survive without you,” he said, she laughed as she hugged him from behind.

“Oh my god, stop, can’t you take anything seriously?” She asked him.

“I can’t,” he answered, kissing her cheek.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she said as he laughed as getting back to his feet. He hugged her. Again, she looked up at him.

He stared down at her lips again, it could be easy, she was leaving anyway. He would have time to think about it. But no, she had made a point. It wasn’t just a kiss, it meant way so much more. It meant ruining a powerful friendship. Because he couldn’t give in, he couldn’t love her the way he was supposed to. She deserved way much better than him. Even if her words had said she didn’t want to kiss him, her eyes were begging him to do so.

He leaned over, anyway. And she did, too. But before she could do anything, Tom stopped.

“I can’t afford to lose you.”

“You’re not losing me,” she whispered.

“If I do this, if we do this, I’d have to let you go,” Tom cupped her cheek.

“I’m leaving, Tom,” she said, staring at his lips then back to his eyes.

“But you deserve someone who will stay, someone who is the right answer, and I’m just the wrong one, alright? I’ll never be able to feel the way I am supposed to feel, and I look at you and I know that if I do this, I’d have to find a way to sneak out of your life forever and I couldn’t do that to myself. I can’t do that to you.”

She looked down. “I’m such an idiot.”

“No, I am the idiot.”

“No,” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Then, I guess, this is goodbye, I can’t keep making such a fool of myself,” she said. “Please, don’t look out for me now, you just can’t give a woman hope and then throw her away, see?” A cheek started to run down her face. “I’m just another one, we didn’t even have anything yet you know you’d throw me away, but don’t worry, I’m used to taking the trash out.”

“Y/N.”

She smiled. “Don’t bother.” She kissed his cheek and left before Tom could ever say anything.

He didn’t go after her. Tom did the only thing he knew how to do, he flirted with a bridesmaid. At the end of the wedding, they ran into y/n, again who was in her dazzling red dress, watching them with pain.

She rolled her eyes, and smiled at him, and then escaped.

He had not talked to her since.

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“And you didn’t stop her?” Harrison asked. “Even after all she said?”

“I was drunk.”

“We both know you weren’t,” Harrison scowled. “And you ruined your friendship with her, look, you should…Maybe it’s too late.”

“At what time is she leaving?” Tom asked, getting up. “I need to see her.”

Harrison stared at him. “I don’t know, I didn’t ask her, she only wanted her family to say goodbye, why didn’t you go yesterday? She probably doesn’t even want to see you today.”

“Because I’m an idiot, I can’t let her leave without saying goodbye,” Tom reproached and left to the locker room. Haz joined him at the lockers.

“So, you’re realizing stuff just the day she’s leaving?” Haz said as Tom was getting out his stuff to shower.

“Realizing what? She’s my best friend, I just can’ let something stupid make us fall apart before she leaves,” Tom complained. “Hey, look, I screwed up and want to make up for it, is it that bad?”

“The longer that it takes you to realize that you’re in love with her, the harder you will fall,” Haz said, as Tom closed his locker door.

“I’m not in love with her, I just want to mend things, okay?” Tom walked away to take a shower. His best friend knew him better.

“Sure, Tom, keep saying that to yourself,” Haz yelled. Tom stepped into the shower, to dive back into the thoughts. Tom wasn’t sure if it was love, but that night, at the wedding he had felt something.

Yes, of course, he had thought about her. She had been the only girl he had never scored with. Tom didn’t know if it was a mere whim, or if he actually wanted to have her for him. It was a fantasy that he couldn’t even try. Because he wanted her, but he didn’t know how he wanted her, friends with benefits, maybe? No commitment needed. No strings attached. But that was being so selfish because she deserved someone who could love her in her entirety and strictly committed to her. He couldn’t give her that.

And he was about to lose her. 6 months without her weren’t going to be ideal, especially since this last week had been hell. He had done as told, he didn’t look out for her. Maybe that had been a mistake, he should’ve looked out for her. Their friendship was the best Tom could ask for, and he needed to talk to her, text her at least every day. So he had to look out for her, show her that he loved her more than he loved his rules.

When he got out, Haz was there. “Dude, you gotta leave now, I called her, she’s leaving to the airport now.”

“Shit,” Tom yelled as he looked down at himself, he looked horrible. He had brought the worst pair of sweats and an ugly t-shirt to the gym. At least they were clean. “Man, I can’t buy her anything, ah shoot, I’ll just-”

Tom picked up his keys, gave his backpack to Harrison, and ran out of the gym. He hopped to his motorbike and off he rode to the airport. Time was going too slow and it seemed like every single car in London had decided to crash or make him stop. The traffic was bollocks and he was sure he had at least broken 3 laws while driving. He didn’t care, he’d pay for the tickets later.

His heartbeat was almost as fast as he was going on the bike. It was until 10 minutes later, he realized he didn’t know from which of the airports she was flying off. He stopped and called Harrison.

“Please tell me she’s leaving from Heathrow, please, I don’t want to pull a Ross and Rachel, she got off the plane, thing but please, it’s the closest one-”

“Uh, let me ...Yeah, Heathrow!”

So Tom continued, it would’ve been horrible if it hadn’t been that airport. Quite embarrassing really. He was letting the adrenaline of the situation move him. He knew it was now or never.

Now or never what? While he was stopped at a traffic light he realized he didn’t know why exactly he was going. To say goodbye? To apologize? To say he felt something more?

He didn’t, he didn’t feel something more. That wasn’t the point, he needed to see her. To wish her goodbye, to tell her she wasn’t just another one. What a jerk he had been, he hadn’t even called her.

He passed a flower shop, and debated whether to buy her one or not. He didn’t. So he arrived at the crowded airport, he parked in front of the front doors and ran inside. Seemed like everyone was acting against him, blinding his path along the way. But then, just like magic, he saw her, beautiful as always. She was hugging her grandma and her mother was letting out a few tears.

Tom ran his way over, trying not to be rude while he pushed away everyone that was standing in between them. y/n was standing backwards. Her mum saw Tom, and he saw how her smile warmed.

Y/N saw her mother smiling, and turned around with confusion. Tom saw how she broke down when she saw him. Her eyes filled with tears, as she jumped over to him, Tom picking her up in the air, and holding her tight.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” was his initial statement. “I’m gonna miss you so much,” He whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to miss you, too.”

“I’ll give you guys some space,” her mum said, as she stepped off. Her grandma stayed there watching them with a smile. Y/N coughed and her grandma realized how inappropriate she was being and stepped back with her mother.

Tom looked down at her, as the tears were streaming down.

“Woah, hey, don’t cry, you don’t like people seeing you cry” Tom smiled as he wiped her tears off. “Look, I’m sorry, I was a jerk, and…”

“Tommy, don’t-”

“Shh...let me speak, I love you more anything, okay? You’re not just one more, you’re the best friend I have, and please don’t tell that to Harrison.”

y/n giggled as she hugged him again. “Let’s just forget that night, okay? Please, it didn’t happen.”

Tom knew he couldn’t forget it, but he nodded anyway, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“I can’t believe I won’t see you in 6 months, gosh, you’re growing up!” Tom joked, as she punched him lightly.

“I’m really scared...I won’t go, I don’t want to,” she said, with panic, Tom took her by the shoulders.

“You’re gonna do it okay? And they’re gonna love you, you’re going to report everything,” Tom chuckled as he made her smile. “I don’t know how that works, okay? But I want you to go and make me proud.”

“Tommy,” she smiled.

“And you will text me, every day, okay? Promise me,” Tom said.

She smiled. “I promise.”

“You won’t forget me, right?” Tom asked her, wiping away more tears.

“I won’t, how could I?” She chuckled. “I can’t forget that bent nose.”

He grinned and then wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want to let you go, but it’s your dream, so I know I have to. I’m such an idiot for not seeing you these two weeks”

And they stared deep into each other eyes, making sparks fly. Tom let her go before trouble could come.

“Tommy,” she took a deep breath and hugged him again. “You know I love you, right?”

“Love you, too,” and he hugged her knowing this would be the last time he’d be hugging her for 6 months.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but y/n…” Her mum approached her. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” y/n let Tom go, clearing her throat. Tom blushed as he played with his hands. The goodbye went so quick, and before Tom knew it he was watching her walk away.

No, Tom hadn’t realized it yet, and by the time he would realize it, it would be too late. He still had that stupid song in his head.

The meaning of my life is

She, she

Oh, she

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 36)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 4443

Warnings: Language, mentions of kinks/sex, adult themes

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

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First thing that you and Shannon set off to do was to find a place to look at wedding dresses. Shannon didn’t want to leave Nat out so she invited her as well things however felt a bit awkward due to the fact that at that moment Nat was the maid of honor and Shannon‘s best friend, you, were just her best friend.

You weren’t sure if you expected Shannon to grant you the honor of maid of honor or not. Of course you wanted it, but you knew that could be awkward for Shannon to handle. You didn’t want to pressure her to suddenly take the title away from Nat. You would be happy no matter what she decided. You could completely understand if Shannon didn’t want an ex-con as a maid of honor.

“Y/N, could you give us a moment really quick? I’d like to talk to Nat about something,” she said, hoping to fix the situation.

Both women, equally confused, looked at each other and then at her.

“Uhhh sure I’ll go get something to drink.” She walked into the kitchen where she found a bottle of orange juice.

“Hey, Nat, I was hoping we could talk.”

“Actually I’ve been wanting to talk to you too,” she said, coming closer to her. “I’ve given it a lot of thought and I'm really honored that you’d asked me to be your maid of honor but I think you should give that title to Y/N. You two have been friends for a long time, longer than you and me have from our days back in The Red Room.” Nat went on to say although she didn't trust you she wanted to make the wedding about Shannon and not the awkwardness that they were having at that moment.

“Nat, you have no idea how much that means to me. I hated the idea of taking the title from you because we’re great friends too and you’ve been there since the start of all this.” She hugged her friend knowing she would find a way to make it up to her. “What about being my my bridesmaid? Seeing as it's only you and Hill are the few women closest to me.”

“I would love that, Shannon. It’s still an honor to be a part of this happy moment for you.” She pulled back slightly to see her eyes.

After the two talked they went to find you so that they could all head to the store. Upon arriving to the store she was greeted by the owner. Although the story was removed from the news that didn't stop people from treating she differently knowing who she were getting married to.

While Shannon was taken to the back to try on a few dresses the other two women waited and talked about Nat giving you the title if maid of honor.

“Sooo…” Nat dragged, suddenly turning towards you.

You stilled, unsure how to respond to Natasha. She was a formidable woman, one that you hardly ever interacted with. Before you left for Asgard three years ago, you’d probably met her twice at one of Tony’s parties. The third time you met, she was trying to kill you and your boyfriend. Not exactly “best girlfriend” material.

“So,” you returned evenly. You weren’t sure how to handle this. You didn’t want to be overly sweet to someone who didn’t like or trust you, but you didn’t see a reason to be hateful to her either, so you kept it cordial.

“So, Shannon and I talked,” she continued.

“Oh?” You turned to her, your arms crossed.

“Yeah, we thought, given the fact that you’re out now, and you and Shannon being so close… Well… we thought that the title of maid of honor should go to you… if you’re up for it. It’ll be a lot of responsibility and I know that can be daunting with you just being released today but--”

“I’ll do it,” you said, cutting her off.

“Are you sure? I thought you might want to, but I also know the outside world might be a little much right now, and handling a wedding might be… I don’t know, a lot for you to handle.”

“Natasha, if you’re worried I’m going to snap or lose my shit because I have to help my best friend with a wedding, then you have nothing to worry about. I want to be here for Shannon. I want to help with this wedding.”

She held up her hands in defense. “That’s not what I was saying…”

“But you were thinking it. Look, Natasha, I get it. You think Loki and I are basically a basket full of crazy. I’m going to be honest, we were. Loki nor I were in the right state of mind when we attacked New York, but we’re better now. I’m not going to flip out, or hurt you, or hurt Shannon, or do anything but give Shannon the most magical wedding she deserves. I hope you can put aside your bias and help me in that?”

“I think I can,” she said with a tiny smirk, sort of impressed at your no-nonsense stance. “Thank you, for being honest and real with me.”

“If I wasn’t, you would’ve figured it out anyway,” you muttered. “Kind of a gift of being from the Red Room, right?”

Natasha’s lips perked up in a side smile. “Pretty much.”

After a little moment passed, you quietly leaned towards her and said, “And thank you, for letting me have the title. That means a lot. You didn’t have to, but you did.”

“Well, like you said, Shannon deserves a magical wedding.”

“That she does,” you agreed in a murmur.

Just then, Shannon stepped out of the hallway that led to the dressing rooms. She was a total vision in white.

“Oh, Shannon,” you gushed in almost a whisper.

“Do you like it?” she asked, unsure as she picked up the skirt and looked at it.

“It looks great on you,” Natasha answered.

“How does it feel?” you asked as she made her way over to the platform and stepped up.

“It feels very… white,” she noted with a small laugh.

You smiled at her reflection. “Yes, but does it feel bridal to you?”

She looked at it for a moment. “It’s very pretty, but I don’t think it’s the one, you know?”

“Then we’ll keep looking. The first dress usually isn’t the winner,” you commented. “Want us to pick some out for you?” you offered.

“I’d love that. All of these choices are overwhelming,” she noted, glancing around the store.

“You go get out of that one and we’ll bring some others,” you stated.

With that, the three of you split up. Natasha found simple gowns. Gowns that had very little detail, full satin, or full lace. Some short, some long.

You aired on the side of dramatic, some with bling, some with unique lacing or patterns. Just to give her variety.

By the end, you found about ten gowns. None of them quite fit her. Some didn’t accent her best features. Some didn’t match her skin tone. Some didn’t hit her at the right length.

“This is hopeless,” she said as she started to march off the platform in the last dress.

“Hey, come on, it’s only the first day,” Natasha tried.

“Yeah, we’ll try another store tomorrow. Why don’t we go grab some lunch for now? Maybe that would help?”

“Yeah, I’m starving,” Shannon agreed.

Shannon changed back into her clothing, where the consult gave her her card in case she had questions or wanted to come back. You thanked the shop clerk and the three of you left, setting off towards one of your favorite restaurants in Manhattan. It overlooked Central Park and they had the best lunch menu in the city in your opinion.

The three of you got seated and as soon as the waiter took your drink order, Natasha excused herself to go to the restroom.

“So… how’s the first day so far?” Shannon tried cautiously. She didn’t want to upset you by reminding you Loki was out or bring to your attention you were an ex-convict, but she wanted to check in with you, to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

“This has been fantastic honestly. I can’t imagine any other way to celebrate my first day out than by wedding dress shopping with my best friend,” you informed with a sweet smile.

“Good! Great! I’m so glad to hear that…”

“Yeah, I think it’s good… Hey, Shan…”

“Hmm?” she hummed while she looked over the menu.

“When do you think Loki’s gonna get out?”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I’ve been trying very hard to get him out with you. But I think they want another month, at least. Why?”

“Well…. I’ve been thinking… I’d like to get an apartment… with him.”

She froze before putting her menu down and looking at you. “An apartment?”

“Yeah. I mean, when he’s released. We won’t stay at the cell... “

“Right. You weren’t going to go back to Asgard?” she wondered. Asgard was your home after all, and Loki’s. It would seem only right to return to the land you came from. The land where she thought you belonged.

You shook your head. “I’ll ask Loki, but… Earth makes me happier. At least for now, you know? I think Odin wouldn’t be too happy about Loki’s last escapades, and I missed you too much while I was up there. Earth… it’s what I know best. Maybe in a few years when we start talking about a family or something we could go back, raise our children there but… I think I’m gonna stick around on Earth for a while, what do you think?”

Happy tears were already stinging Shannon’s eyes as she gazed at you.

“I think that’s wonderful. I’d love it if you stayed here. Would you want a suite in the tower? I could find a whole floor, you could decorate it how you wanted--”

You held up your hand. “I appreciate the offer, Shannon, I really do, and I’d love nothing more than to live a few floors away from you but… I’ve been chained to that tower for two years. Honestly, I don’t want to live in it or live anywhere near it.”

Shannon’s face and heart sank. Of course you wouldn’t want to live there. That was selfish of her to assume that. But she wanted to at least try.

“I understand. The offer still stands though.”

“Thank you, really. It’s just… The Avengers not trusting Loki, or me. And us having to stay in there…. I’d like us to be on our own, have some privacy for the first time. Even when we lived on Asgard, he and I were hardly ever alone.”

“That’s right.. And then on Sanctuary. I totally get it. No biggie. So you’re gonna start apartment hunting?”

“Yeah… Somewhere here in New York. Oh, shit I need a job,” you realized, laughing. “I have my savings stil from before I left but if I’m gonna pay rent, I’ll need a job.”

Shannon twisted her mouth to the side. “Would you be opposed to me helping you find a job?”

“Not at all, know any good ex-con programs?” you asked with disdain.

Shannon gave you a scolding glare. “That's not funny.”

“Wasn’t supposed to be,” you noted. “Anyway, yeah, I’m up for anything.”

“What about working in the lab with Bruce?”

“Bruce?” you asked, frowning. “Are you sure he’d want me to?”

“He needs a partner on molecular physics. That isn’t really my area and a lot of people get nervous around him. Seems like the perfect fit.”

“And he’s not going to… you know… hate me being around him?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. I’ll double check but as long as you’re running math, he could care less.”

“Okay, yeah, that’d be nice.”

“You know that apartment we both shared is still ours, right? I haven’t gone there in a few days but you’re more than welcome to take that for you and Loki,” Shannon suggested, hoping that would help bring you to a place where you feel comfortable.

“Really? You never sold it?” you asked, perplexed.

She shrugged. “Nah. Sometimes I used it to get away. Every now and again I used it when I missed you. All of your things are still there.” She looked down at her hands hoping it didn’t sound idiotic. “So I would go and visit, back when you were on Asgard, or missing, or even when we weren't talking. It was like I could step in there and you weren't gone.”

You gave her an apologetic, sympathetic smile. “I'm so sorry for that.”

“It’s always been a little safe haven to me,” she said. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” She waved her hand.

All of you finished your lunch and then headed back to the tower. Shannon needed to grab the key to the apartment and the two of you would head their next, to get you acquainted.

It still felt more than unnatural to be out of that cell. Sure, the last time you were out you could roam, but that was only at Xavier’s mansion. You could literally go anywhere in the world right now, even go back to Asgard.

The three of you entered the tower and you rode up to the commons floor, where the living room, kitchen, and some of the bedrooms for the Avengers. Just as the three of you stepped out of the elevator, Tony walked by, mug in hand. He glanced over at the three of you.

“Hey, babe. Hey, Y/N/N…”

Suddenly, he did a double take at you, his eyes going wide. “Y/N? You… you’re out…”

“Yeah, the release was today,” Shannon suddenly reminded softly as Tony stared at you with an unreadable expression on his face. How daunting it was that so many happy, pained, conflicted memories could live between the two of you.

“Oh… right. Yeah I guess with everything going on… I forgot…” he said half heartedly, his mind seeming to be in another place as he eyed you up and down.

You couldn’t help but mess with Tony a little. So a charming smirk crept onto your face as your fingertips had tiny streams of purple dancing around them, sparking every so often. “What’s wrong, Tony? Worried about me?”

He cleared his throat before he and Natasha took off down the nearby hallway before Shannon turned to you.

“Before you go anywhere else, I need to show you something…” she suddenly said, seeming a little nervous.

“Sure, hun. Anything. I’m in no rush. I’m just excited to be out,” you assured, reaching forward and rubbing her arm.

“Well, with you being on parole, there are a few… conditions, stipulations, if you will,” she said, walking forward.

You nodded, listening. “Well… Yeah, sure, I guess I expected that,” you stated. In all honesty, you did. You were fully aware they wouldn’t just open the door and say “have a good life!” and wave you off with a friendly smile. You and Loki had nearly leveled one of the largest cities in the United States -- that came with a hefty punishment.

“So, you’re still free to go wherever you’d like,” she explained as the two of you continued going to some unknown place in the tower.

“Mhm…”

“But well… you need to do a few things to… well… to keep that freedom…” she informed, feeling utterly crappy for having to be the one to deliver the news.

You frowned until she gestured through the glass at a man that was familiar to you. You glanced at her with a side gaze before the two of you walked into the lab where he was working.

“You’ll have to be coming to Bruce to check in.” She waved over to him. “He will be in charge of seeing how well you are… so in other words.. he’s your parole officer.” She looked away from you and smiled when Bruce hugged her.

“Hello, Y/N, it's good to know your finally out of that cell.” He moved from her side to face you. “I will however ask that you come work with me a few times a week as a check in and a way to keep you busy.” He motioned around the lab.

“Oh… Are you sure this is okay with you?” you asked feeling like you’d been dumped on Bruce. “I don’t want to be in your way.”

“No, no not at all it would be of great help to have you around seeing as there’s somethings I’m not aware I could figure out.” He looked back at you hoping that this will help a bit.

“There’s no pressure, Y/N/N. If you feel uncomfortable you can tell me right now and we’ll see who else we can have as your officer,” she rushed her response hoping to smooth things over.

“Thanks… I’ll keep that in mind, for now I think I’m somewhat okay with this,” you told her reaching to wrap your arm around her shoulders

“Well if you two ladies excuse me I need to get back.” He started walking away. “I will be contacting you soon enough about our arrangements.” With that he left.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you leaned in closer to Shannon, whispering. “So I just have to check in with him and work in the lab a few times a week?”

She shrugged and smiled. “Yeah, pretty much. Is that okay?” she wondered. She was nervous, since Bruce had beat Loki to a pulp. Had you forgotten that? Or had you forgiven it? She didn’t want to trigger you,but she didn’t want Bruce to suddenly mention it later, and that trigger you either.

“It’s fine… It’s just…” You didn’t know how to tell her it’s a bit uncomfortable having to check in with him because of what he had done. You knew you should put it in the past but it's hard knowing that Bruce let Hulk hurt Loki and you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Y/N/N, you know you can tell me what’s wrong, right?” She could read you like an open book and that sometimes scared you but knew it wasn't something she would do on purpose. “I know it’s weird that it’s Bruce because of the incident that happened two years ago but I’m sure he wouldn’t purposely bring it up.”

“It is a bit weird but I guess it’ll take some getting used to. I'm just so glad that I'm out of there and that Loki will be out of there too.”

Shannon could tell you were holding in the excitement.

“Well let's get out of this floor. Do you wanna maybe go to the apartment or do you wanna go see Lucky?” She looked a tiny bit relieved. “I think it’ll be nice to see how he reacts to seeing you again.”

“Sure, I’ve missed him so much and yeah it’d be nice to head to the apartment.” The two of you walked to the elevators heading to what you assumed was Shannon’s old floor. “Maybe I can get some of my things and take it down to the cell.”

“Sure thing. I could grab my suitcase so you can put whatever you’d like to grab in there.” The two of you arriving and the destination rather quickly. “Lucky! Come here, boy,” she called as she walked around the kitchen.

“You still keep this stocked up?” you asked, seeing the fridge filled with food. “I thought you and Tony shared his floor.”

“Well yeah but sometimes I like coming down here, it’s usually when I know Tony will be in the lab all night long when I’ll come sleep here and share the bed with Lucky.” In that moment Lucky came bounding in like such a happy puppy even though he was about 5 years old.

The first thing you noticed was how big he had gotten and how fluffier his fur looked. Crouching down to eye level you tried to pet him but he seemed to be a bit shy. Frowning, you look up at Shannon.

“Seems like he’s forgotten who I am,” you said sadly. You didn't think he’d forget so quickly you weren’t gone that long… were you?

“Well, Y/N/N, you were gone for almost three years when you went to Asgard and then another two when you were down in the cell…” she sounded just as sad. “Maybe let him sniff you, he might still know your scent.”

Reaching out your hand palm facing up. Lucky looked from Shannon to your hand seeing her nod her head, Lucky got closer and took a sniff. It wasn’t long until he realized it was you that caused him to get all happy and a case of the zoomies hit him making both women laugh.

He jumped up to lick your face managing to knock you down and attacking you with licks and huffs. “It's good to see you too, boy. I’ve missed you a bunch.” You ruffled his fur and he nodded his head like he agreed.

“Is there any soda in the fridge?” you asked hoping to get your hands on some. “Could use a fizzy drink.”

“Yeah there should be some of the kind you like in there.” Heading for the fridge, she opened the door for you to grab some.

“Thanks.” You took a sip of some for what feels like ages since the last time you had some. “Wow this tastes so good!” You down the whole can in one go.

“Woah, Y/N, don’t worry there's more in the fridge,” she laughed as she handed you another can. “Don’t want all the gas going up your nose.”

You laughed. “I guess I forgot how good food can be. God, I’m going to eat everything in sight,” you joked, remembering all the food you’d missed out on.

“Well lucky for you I’ve got a little welcome home surprise.” She motioned to the living room. “I’m sure you’d missed them just as much as they have.” You both walked in and you froze in place. The two people you’d never thought you’d see again were standing there with tears in their eyes.

“Y/N!” They both gasp and the three of you crash into each other in a giant hug. “Dear, we’ve missed you so much!”

They both talked at once. Shannon’s parents had taken you in as their own daughter and you felt like you were finally home.

“How long have you been here?” you asked them, clearing the tears from your eyes.

“Shannon called us while she was in the changing room at the bridal store saying you had returned from your trip,” her mother said. “And we were so excited we just had to come down here and see you.”

You look over at Shannon and she mouthed “they don’t know about the cell”. You nodded your head and the four of you sit and chat hearing about everything that's happened since you’ve been in prison.

It was going to be hard to pretend you’d been off in Asgard doing amazing things for the last few years.

“So tell us about you! How have you been? How was Asgard! Tell us all about it!” Diane said excitedly.

You shot a quick look to Shannon, who encouraged you on with a head nod and a nervous look.

“Uh, well... It’s lovely. I had an amazing job there, I lived with the royal family. The city is plated in gold and rainbows. It’s truly breathtaking.”

“Wow that sounds wonderful,” Tom, Shannon’s dad, remarked.

“It is…” You twisted your fingers around themselves. “I also, uh, met someone,” you informed. They were just like your parents, right? You could tell them anything, right? They’d want to know that you were happy, in a good relationship, right?

“That's fantastic, sweetheart! On Asgard?” Diane wondered.

“Uh, yeah. His name is Loki, he’s the prince,” you stated.

“Well tell us what he’s like?” Tom asked always being very fatherly. “How does he feel about coming back home?”

“Uh, he’s fine with it. I think. He’s patiently waiting for me. He wants me to experience the world again,” you said, dancing on the line of truth and lie. “He’s very smart, cunning, clever. He graduated top of his class in Asgard… He’s incredibly witty, and very well read. He loved his mother dearly, before she passed. They were very close. She taught him magic. He’s a very good sorcerer.”

Shannon was on her phone in an instant looking for one of the pictures you had sent her when you had been getting to know him. “Here, this is a picture she sent me of the family and this is him.” She passed the phone to her parents and pointed at which one Loki was.

“Well, dear, he sounds like a wonderful man and from the looks of it he’s quite handsome.” Diane winked at you.

“He sure is,” you agreed on both accounts.

“When will we get to meet him?” Tom wondered, sounding excited.

At this, you didn’t really have a good answer. So you tried to come up with something that wasn’t a total lie. “Uh, whenever he’s free. I’ll let you know when that is,” you informed with a nod.

“From what Y/N told me he’s a very busy man lately but hopefully as the date for the wedding approaches, we can all meet him in person,” Shannon said to them hoping that will suffice for now. “Why don’t you tell us about your traveling around Europe?” She had changed the topic of conversation not wanting you to feel guilty about them not knowing the truth.

You look over to her and mouth a silent thank you and the rest of the time was spent hearing about Rome and the beauty of France. Looking at pictures of every location they visited and how happy everyone was made you feel at ease knowing that soon enough there wouldn’t be anymore problems for you and Loki.

“We do hope you come home and soon, dear, we need to have a family dinner before the rehearsal for the wedding,” Diane suggested, hoping to have you back home and spending the day with them.

“Of course, I’ll see when we can do that so that it’s like old times again” you smile sincerely for the first time in what feels like ages.

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osakaso5 · 5 years ago

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Momo White Special Day Rabbit Chat Part 2: Momo's Grand Plan!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Momo: Good job, Maneko-chan~! (*´▽`*)/

Momo: Officer Momo has finished his previous assignment and is now headed for Iori and Tamaki's school! (`・ω・´)ゞ

Momo: Over!

Tsumugi: Takanashi here!

Tsumugi: As we agreed during your briefing, you will head for Panda Nameco Land ahead of me!

Tsumugi: Thank you for picking Iori-san and Tamaki-san up from school!

Momo: Don't worry about it! You would've taken a longer time to get to the school from where you're working right now, anyway.

Momo: For me it's on the way from the TV station to the amusement park, and I happened to be leaving at just the right time, so it's all good (ゝω・´★)

Momo: I've got Okarin and a big enough car with me, don't you worry!

Tsumugi: I really appreciate it... Please also look after them during the shoot!

Momo: How are things on your end?

Tsumugi: Ah! I asked the crew about the greeting movies, and they saw no problem in changing their direction a bit!

Momo: Ooh! So do you think Iori and Tamaki can be in mine, too?

Tsumugi: Yes! Our agency has no problems with it, either!

Momo: Yaaay! O(≧▽≦)O

Tsumugi:

Momo: I wonder what kind of movie we should make! I'll talk it over with the boys on our ride there!

Momo: Apparently Yuki's shoot overlapped with Ryunosuke and Gaku's, so it turned out all princely!

Tsumugi: Ah, they sent me videos from their shoot!

Momo: Yeah, me too! Did you watch them???

Tsumugi: I did! They were very mature and wonderful!

Momo: I know, right!!! (ノ≧▽≦)ノ

Tsumugi: And very cool!

Momo: They were so cool!!!

Tsumugi: I'm sure their fans will love their movies!

Momo: Yuki looked so frigging handsome, acting all serene and stuff (*ノωノ)

Tsumugi: I couldn't take my eyes off how beautifully he moved.

Momo: Same here...

Momo: Oops

Momo: Sorry for getting all carried away! What were the other shoots like?

Choices/outcomes:

1. Riku-san, Sogo-san, and Kujo-san's theme was having a fun White Day together!

Momo: I see! They're the kind of cuties you'd wanna hold hands and go on a date with, after all!

2. Yuki-san, Yaotome-san, and Tsunashi-san's theme was to give their partner royal treatment on White Day!

Momo: We had themes? lololol Yuki didn't tell me about that, lololol But it definitely was royal treatment! To my heart, that is!

3. Yamato-san, Mitsuki-san, and Nagi-san guide their partner around the park while riding the rollercoaster!

Momo: Ooh! So those three were all together! I sooo wanna watch that movie on the rollercoaster, lololol

Momo: Maybe ours could be like a group date type of thing, then???

Tsumugi: I'm sure it'd be fun to go on a group date with you three!

Momo: I know, right!

Momo: Does your generation go on group dates, anyway?

Tsumugi: I know some people who have, but I've never tried it...

Tsumugi: What about you?

Momo: It wasn't exactly a date, but there were times when all 17 members of my soccer club went to an amusement park together! We went kind of a lot, since our club got along well enough that even our all-boy group could have a ton of fun~!

Tsumugi: That does sound fun! I love going out with my girl friends, too!

Momo: I wish I could go with all my idol buddies, too~! I need to make the most of today! └(`o´)┐ ┌( `○´)┘

Tsumugi: Ah! Momo-san, Iori-san just let me know that their classes have ended!

Momo: Oh! Sorry, but the roads are so packed that we're not at the school yet! We're almost there, though! You'll have to stall for time!

Tsumugi: Roger that!

Momo: I'm getting butterflies~ ((〃゜艸゜))

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san is using the restroom, so you're still good!

Momo: Thanks!

Tsumugi:

Momo: Officer Momo has arrived on the scene!! Over! (`・ω・´)ゞ

Tsumugi: Iori-san and Tamaki-san are headed for the gate! Over!

Momo: Alright!!!

Momo: Surprise time!!! ε=ε=ε=┌(┌^∀^)┘

#idolish7 #momo #white special day #translation #re:vale #rabbit chat

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love-mom17 · 4 years ago

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8/20/2020

****TRIGGER WARNING***

Please dont read if you cannot deal with reading bloody details or anything with a miscarriage.

Soooo here i am. I am feeling a lot better! I had a lot going on with my health and mental being and i just needed some time to myself.

SOOOO lets go back a little to let you know what went down this month... ON monday aug. 3rd i was confirmed that i was going through another miscarriage. Even though i wanted to believe that this was all a mistake. I knew it wasnt. I didnt cry during my appointment. I was kind of expecting this to happen even though i wished it wasnt that way. My sac had collapsed completely. THere was no sight of anything. I was prescribed Misoprostol that same day and i decided to take it right after my appointment. I had 4 pills that i had to take every 6 hrs to help move the process along.

I finished my last dose on Aug. 4th (tuesday) i had some clots come down and since i wasnt that far along i thought that was end of it. i was spotting off and on for the next few days. Friday night came along and i was just about to leave my parents house. I started to have some cramps. they werent bad but im a little bitch when it comes to cramps.

My parents were just like stay here and let the pain pass through and i was like naaa I want to be at home. I wanted to cry all my emotions where everywhere at this point. I left and here i am on my way home. A 30 minute drive that felt like HELL!!!! The cramps became more intense and i was crying the whole way home. I had a maxi pad on and i was able to feel it the blood just gushing out of me. My son was asleep and i wanted to yell!!!!! In that drive home i had felt a good 4-5 blood gushes coming out of me... I took my son out and tried to carry him out but I was in so much pain I couldnt do it with out making too much noise. I layed him down and i layed with him a bit so that he wouldnt wake up... To my surprise i was not able to lay down with him. I felt so much pressure down there that i felt like my uterus was going to burst. Since i wasnt able to get him to go sleep again after i laid him down , I rushed to the restroom and here I am. Just bleeding like crazy. With every contraction i had i was squirting out blood and blood clots. The pain was unbearable. My husband was working and here i am home alone with my son.

All im thinking is im having a hemorrhage. I’m soaking through my maxi pads so fast that I didnt know what to do. I called my parents to rush over here to help me go to the ER. I was trying to remain calm because i didnt want to pass out on my son and for him to freak out. By the time my parents got there i had already changed my pad 4 times (IN 30 MINUTES). I went to the closest ER to me and they took me in. The guy that took my vitals and my intake pissed me off because he had the nerve to say that “Exactly thats what the medication does to you, Thats normal. Your going to have a lot of pain and pass blood clots. Its normal!” It was the way he said it that triggered me. Making me look like if i was just there to waste their time. So I said “So you are going to tell me that its normal to soak 4 Maxi pads in less than 30 minutes? You assuming before knowing doesnt make you look that bright” Apparently, the doctor was listening and as soon as he heard me say that he stepped in and took me with him and gathered the rest of my information. I was taken to do another ultrasound and blood work. I was feeling sooo dizzy after they took my blood.

Im not one to faint after a blood draw. But i was soo weak. They confirmed with me that i had a small hemorrhage and that I had not lost a lot of blood to need a transfusion. My bleeding at this point was starting to slow down. They stated that i had not passed that sac yet. It was still sitting in my cervix canal. I had to get another dose of the medication. through out that week, i was bleeding normal and sure enough the weekend came again and its Aug. 9th 2am, having cramps. I was trying to sleep it off but when they got strong it would wake me up. Finally i took some pain meds after my pharmacy took forever to get my medication ready!!!! I ran some errands and i figured it would help me walk around to help me pass the sac. Its 5:30pm and im standing in line at Winco. When i feel this gush of blood come down and i felt something just sitting at the opening of my vagina. My pad kept it from coming out and my husband was outside dealing with my son because he was throwing his fit. I finish paying and it was so uncomfortable to walk. I tried to sit down in the car and i couldnt. It felt so weird and i told my husband to drive...I get home and walked as fast as i could to the restroom and i pull down my pants and there it was... the SAC!!!!

With everything that went down i couldn't even process what was all happening emotionally. That whole week after i was a wreck. I was angry and sad. I wanted to cry and yell and punch shit. My friend Jenn reached out to me and it was a while since i reached out to anyone. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Since then, Ive been able to cope with it better. But i can feel it that it lingers on and im just trying avoid it. Im not planning on trying again any time soon. I dont want to think about it. Im too scared of all of this to happen again. My first miscarriage went a lot smoother than this time. This time was just so scary....

#update

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 5 years ago

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Unforseen Chasm (part 36)

Part 36 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 4443 Warnings:Language, awkwardness, wedding shopping, jokes of ex-cons, guilt lying, teasing Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

“Y/N, could you give us a moment really quick? I’d like to talk to Nat about something,” she said, hoping to fix the situation.

Both women equally confused looked at each other and then at her.

“Uhhh sure I’ll go get something to drink.” She walked into the kitchen where she found a bottle of orange juice.

“Hey, Nat, I was hoping we could talk.”

“Actually I’ve been wanting to talk to you too,” she said coming closer to her. “I’ve given it a lot of thought and I'm really honored that you’d asked me to be your maid of honor but I think you should give that title to Y/N. You two have been friends for a long time, longer than you and me have from our days back in The Red Room.” Nat went on to say although she didn't trust you she wanted to make the wedding about Shannon and not the awkwardness that they were having at that moment.

“I would love that, Shannon. It’s still an honor to be a part of this happy moment for you.” She pulled back slightly to see her eyes.

After the two talked they went to find you so that they could all head to the store. Upon arriving to the store she was greeted by the owner. Although the story was removed from the news that didn't stop people from treating her differently knowing who she were getting married to.

While Shannon was taken to the back to try on a few dresses the other two women waited and talked about Nat giving you the title of maid of honor.