#Hayden swears a lot

[bloatedandalone04]

Bring in the New Year - Part 2

➪the one where you and hayden enter a new year together.

Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, public sex, hair pulling, marking, alcohol consumption, soft dom hayden

Word Count: 2.6k | Part 1

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | HAPPY NEW YEAR !

The loud music was almost deafening, and Hayden started looking for the nearest exit so he could escape the noise. 

He pushed his way through the crowd of people, receiving a few light slaps to his back as he neared the sliding glass door. While this wasn’t his first New Years party, not by a long shot, he still felt a bit anxious about how many people were around him.

A family friend of his had thrown the party at his new apartment that was on the twenty fourth floor of the building, and of course Hayden was invited to it. He wasn’t much of a party fan, but didn’t mind that this was his second one this month, the first one being the Christmas Eve party. 

Once he was out on the balcony and set his drink aside, he braced his hands on the railing and took a few deep breaths. It was the end of one of the best years of his life; he moved into a house instead of looking at another apartment, he got engaged and he got a dog. 

He accomplished so much, and he was beyond excited to see what the new year brings. 

The balcony was abandoned except for him, and the dark sky looked beautiful in contrast to the tall, lit-up buildings that surrounded this one. The small light above the sliding door was dimmed, basking the surrounding area in darkness, and he was sure that no one inside was paying attention to him. 

Well, maybe one person was.

The door opening and closing and the sound of heels walking towards him was all Hayden could hear, so he wasn’t caught off guard by the pair of arms that abruptly wrapped around his waist from behind. He didn’t need to hear your voice to know it was you as your vanilla perfume was more than enough for him to be able to relax in your embrace. 

You run your nose along the back of his neck before kissing behind his ear, your heels allowing you to actually reach him since he was a lot taller than you when you weren’t wearing them. “Baby,” you hummed, running your hands up and down his front. 

Hayden leaned back against you, pressing his back to your chest as he turned his head to look at you. “Hi, sweet girl,” he greeted you, placing his hands over yours that were resting on his abdomen. “Are you having fun?”

You hum again, kissing his cheek now that he gave you easier access to it. “I’m having fun trying out all the drinks in your friend’s alcohol cabinet,” you answer as you press your body closer to his. “I just missed my fiancé, missed my man.”

He could hear the seductiveness in your voice and knew all the drinking and dancing you’ve been doing since the two of you arrived had put you in the mood. Still, he was raised to be a gentleman. “Your man, huh?” He laughed, turning his head a bit more so he could look at your eyes. “Are you drunk, pretty girl?”

You give him a sheepish smile as you shake your head, running the tip of your nose along his jaw afterwards. “No,” you answer, raking your hands up his arms and gripping his biceps. “I’ve only had a few sips here and there.” 

Hayden’s lips break out into a grin as he turns around completely and brings his hands up to either side of your face. His thumbs trace the curve of your jaw as he leans in and connects your lips in a searing kiss. 

You return the kiss with a sense of need, gripping the side of his neck with one hand while the other tangles in his hair. You run your tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away and walking backwards, tugging him along with you as you pick up his discarded drink. 

Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips, you sip on the drink while keeping eye contact with him. You swallow and lick the access booze from your red lips as you hand him the drink, and you watch with dark eyes as he finishes it off and sets it down again. He had a much higher tolerance to alcohol than you did, so he was nowhere near being drunk, despite him having more to drink than you did.

You press your lips together as you pull your hand from his and tug his shirt free from where he had tucked it into his jeans. Hayden laughs under his breath as he stares down at you, both your and his hair blowing in the cool wind. “C’mon, baby,” he coaxed, taking your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Let’s go back to the party. We can say goodbye and then I’ll take you home.”

His own words sounded good to him, but you just shake your head and pull him with you to the dark corner of the balcony that was a few feet from the glass sliding door. If Hayden moved a step or two to his left, he would be able to clearly see into the apartment, but you didn’t seem to care at all. “I want you, Hayden,” you mumbled, your fingers beginning to unbutton his white dress shirt. “Here, now. Right now.”

Your lips peppered kisses along the base of his throat, then you trailed your mouth down to his chest. “You’re something else,” he comments as he braces his forearm against the wall above your head. He takes your left hand in his right one and observes a certain finger that had recently accepted a ring. “Ever since I put a ring on you, you’ve been so needy for me.”

You whine as you press a kiss to his lips, slipping your arms around his body and running your hands down his bare back. “Can you blame me?” You asked, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. “You want to spend the rest of your life with me, how can I not want you all the time after you asked me to marry you?”

Hayden laughed, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt but leaving it on. “I told you a long time ago that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he pointed out, bunching up the fabric of your silver dress. “A ring really made it clear to you?”

You grin up at him. “Yes,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his front to yours. “You want me to be your wife. I’m gonna be your wife.”

He laughs again, kissing along your exposed shoulder. “It’s all hitting you now, huh? Are you sure you’re not drunk?” He teased and you shook your head again. 

“I just love you so fucking much,” you reply, clinging onto him by his shirt and hair. “And I want you so bad.”

Hayden effortlessly picks you up, making you squeal a bit as you hold onto him. “Right now?” He asked, knowing damn well what your answer is. You glance over to your left and feel your heartbeat quicken at the height you are currently at, and the fact that your feet were no longer touching the ground had your grip on him tightening. “Right here?”

Though you were a tad scared to have no real grip on anything other than him right now, and the fact that your life is literally in his hands as you were a mere few inches from the railing, the thrill of it all only added to your lust. You nod and bite your lip, your mouth quickly being covered by his afterwards. “Right here,” you confirm against his lips. “Please, Hayden, fuck me right where anyone can see.” 

Hayden cursed under his breath, gripping the backs of your thighs and pressing his hard-on against your core. “You’re filthy, you know that?” He muttered as he pulled your dress up above your hips. “You want me to fuck you when any one of our friends could walk out and see us?”

Really, the people inside should be the last of his concerns as anyone in the surrounding buildings would easily be able to see you if they were to simply glance out their windows, but he really didn’t care much. 

“And don’t stop even if they do,” you challenge him, earning a throaty groan from him. “Please, baby, I need you so bad.”

He knew that. He could feel the damp spot on your panties as he pushed them aside and gently sunk two of his fingers knuckle-deep into your welcoming heat. “I’ll fuck you,” he stated, not surprised that you had completely turned him on without even really trying. He came out here to get some air and to be away from the craziness, and now here he is; a mere few seconds away from fucking you against the wall of his friend’s new balcony. 

“Please,” you whimpered, tangling your hands in his hair that was quickly becoming messier by the minute. 

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, bracing your body against his thigh as he unzipped his jeans. Once he freed himself, he pressed you right up against the wall and wrapped your legs securely around his waist before teasing your clit with his tip. “I always do, don’t I?”

You nod desperately, bucking up against him at the barely-there friction he was creating. “You do, Hayden,” you fed into his ego without a care in the world. “Always fuck me so good.”

He grinned at you, his usually sweet and sometimes shy girl who had turned into a needy and desperate mess for him. You wanted him so bad, and he was more than happy to give himself to you whenever you ambushed him like this. 

If you needed him in the middle of a party on a twenty fourth floor balcony, then so be it. 

“Hold onto me, baby,” he ordered and you obliged immediately, locking your ankles together and grabbing a firm hold on his shoulders. You moan as soon as he enters you, your walls taking every inch of him until he bottoms out. 

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, looking down at where you two connected. As he began to slowly fuck into you, proving that he also didn’t really care much for being quick so you weren’t caught, you bite down harshly on your kiss swollen lip. “Oh, fuck.”

Hayden leaned in and sucked a mark onto the skin of your collarbone, your strapless dress giving him perfect access to every inch of your shoulders. “You’re so tight,” he grunted, wondering how you managed to stay as tight as you were the first time he took you like this. No matter how many times he fucks you, your walls stay impossibly tight and have to stretch around him every single time. “So good for me.”

“Hayden,” you moan a bit louder, clinging onto him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he instantly says back, holding your hips in a firm grip as he practically fucks you into the wall. “Love you so much. You’re so good, letting me fuck you like this when we could get caught at any second.”

It was true. The door wasn’t locked, and there were hundreds of people in that apartment. He could hear them every time they passed by the balcony, and you both knew that any one of them could easily walk out and catch you in the sinful act you are currently taking part in. 

“We’re gonna miss the countdown because you couldn’t wait until we got home to jump on me,” he teased and your face burned in a deep blush. He says that, but really is just as bad as you are. He had gotten hard as soon as your mouth touched his, and he knew he would’ve been walking around the party with you pressed to his front so he could hide his erection if he didn’t take care of it now. 

Though you were quickly beginning to lose yourself in his quick and hard thrusts, you were still coherent enough to say, “You want me, too, don’t even try that right now,”

Hayden laughs, kissing the mark he left on your shoulder before meeting your lust-filled gaze. “Of course I want you,” he rasped. “I want you all the time, baby.”

You moaned loudly and though he knew it wasn’t likely that you could be heard over the loud music, Hayden still looked over and glanced inside the apartment.

The guests were still chatting amongst themselves and seemed to not notice the absence of the two of you, making Hayden smirk as he quickened his pace. While no one was aware of what you were doing, he still had to be a bit quick about it as it was nearing twelve in the morning, and as soon as the new year began, he knew people would start looking for him and you. 

With your back pressed up against the wall and your front pressed up against his chest, you were powerless as you squirmed in his arms. Your hand grips the back of his head and you connect your lips in a deep kiss. “I’m close,” you warn as you clench helplessly around him. 

“Already?” He mocked and you blushed even more. “You really did need me, huh?”

“Hayden,” you whine, trying to buck your hips and meet his thrusts, but you were only able to move a couple of inches. “Don’t tease me.”

“‘M not teasing you, sweet girl,” he promised, kissing you softly for further effect. “I’m giving you what you need, aren’t I?”

You nod quickly, gripping him tighter just as you hear the guests begin to countdown from ten. “Hayden,” you moan, raking your hands through his hair as your high quickly approaches. “Come with me, baby.”

Hayden groans quietly, your relentless pulling on his hair making his own high creep closer. “Is that what you want?” He asked, sliding his hands higher so they’re gripping your ass. “You want to come together?”

You nod again, clenching tightly around him as the guests chant out a ‘five, four, three,’. 

“Come on then, baby,” he crooned, his tip brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust. “Come with me, come for me.”

You moan loudly as you do just that, clamping down around him as you come hard and fast. Your warmth floods around him, coaxing Hayden’s release as well. He lets out a string of deep groans as he continues to fuck you through your highs, the loud cheering from inside as the new year began being tuned out almost completely. 

You practically fall limp in his arms as he gently sets you down, his grip on you never faltering as he holds you steady on your shaky legs. Both your and his hair were a mess, and your lips were wet and puffy, but you both wore dumb grins on your faces at what you just did. 

Hayden pulls your dress back down as you button his shirt up with nearly numb fingers, and you couldn’t help but joke at the event that had just taken place. “Now we can say we started our year with a bang,” you say and Hayden rolls his eyes as he smooths out his hair and wipes away the lipstick that had smudged on your chin. “Happy New Year.”

He smiles at that, leaning down to kiss you. “Happy New Year, sweet girl,” he said back, taking your hand in his once you were both looking presentable again.

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[cryonme]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

—Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

—summary: you lose your temper at a party and expect Conrad to be mad, but instead he breaks down.

—word count: 1.3k

—tw: fight, mentions of abuse, men(🤢), panic attack, swearing

—a/n: had this in my drafts along with complex so I thought why not give the hotties a double update, huh? also, if you read ocean eyes, keep ur eye out for a teeeeensy crossover.

Conrad’s hands were shaking as he drove you home, his car blanketed in the dark of the night as he tried his best to grip the steering wheel so he could just stop fucking shaking.

You sat in the passenger’s seat, biting your nails. Your heart was in the pit of your stomach, being swallowed whole by the acid and you were sure you could vomit. The thought of Conrad ever being mad at you made you sick.

It wasn’t like you went around the house party looking for a fight, in fact it was quite the opposite. You were excited for the party, to take a couple shots, dance with your friends, take mirror selfies with girls you just met and makeout with your boyfriend in a corner. But, the night had other plans for you.

Lexi and Olivia. The pair of best friends that had shot their shots with your boyfriend and his brother last summer, back when you were “just friends”. They had some weird fantasy about dating brothers and marrying into the same family, and were livid when they were both shot down. Ever since then, you and Jeremiah’s boyfriend, Hayden, endured the stink eye from the two girls. Not that you cared much, as long as they were smart enough to keep your family’s name out of their mouth.

Spoiler, they weren’t.

You had been walking to the bathroom, Belly behind you with her hand clasped tightly in yours when you overheard them saying nasty things about the brothers as they giggled with a couple boys you didn’t recognize. You stopped dead and your tracks and narrowed your eyes, your presence still unknown to them.

“No.” Belly said, trying and failing to pull you in the direction of the bathroom but you were firmly planted, staring down the two girls as they covered their mouths with laughter and rage boiled in your veins. Hell no.

You had no shame, walking right up to the girl who had been dumb enough to let your boyfriend’s name slip past her lips and shoving her.

She gasped as she spilled her drink on herself and you rolled your eyes.

“Learn to keep my boyfriend’s name out of your mouth.” You spat. And as you turned to walk away, your wrist was caught. The person dug into your skin so harshly you nearly whimpered, but instead you whipped your head around, eyes connecting with one of the unrecognized boys.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Conrad Fisher’s girlfriend, bitch.”

The boy pulled you closer, his grip on you harshening and you kept your tough face, but you were beginning to get scared. There weren't a whole lot of people near this section of the house, and the people who were occupying it only held their phones up, flashlights radiating the room. You prayed Belly had been smart and gone to get Conrad or Jeremiah.

“He needs to learn to keep you on a tighter leash.” The guy growled. You could feel his breath on your face and you whimpered as his grip tightened even more. He chuckled.

“Not so tough now, are you?

You were speechless. It was hard to be tough when your wrist was in the harsh grip of a man much larger than you, being slowly cornered into a wall. Becoming a man’s abuse fantasy come to life was fucking terrifying, and there was no tough face to put on anymore.

Thankfully, Jeremiah and Conrad had stepped in at just the right time, pulling the guy off of you and shoving him. 

Conrad pinned the boy to the wall, his forearm slammed against his chest, locking him in.

“You so much as look at my girl again,” He paused, his chest heaving as he put more pressure into the boy’s chest, making him groan, “You’re gonna lose your fuckin’ eyeballs.” 

He spit in the kid’s face before he let go and turned to you. He planted a hand on your jaw, chest heaving as he raked your body for any injuries other than your wrist, and when he hadn’t found any, he intertwined his free hand with yours and pulled you closer to him, planting a kiss to your forehead and ushering you to come with him.

He was mad at you, you were so sure he was mad at you. He looked so mad when he was talking to the guy that that’s all you could picture in your head, his anger.

Your fingers ached to slip through his shaking ones, to calm the tremors but you were afraid he’d get upset. So, you brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, careful not to put your wrist in too weird of a position.

Your outbursts weren’t anything new. In fact, they happened very frequently, but most of the time you were able to keep it under control until you were in private, usually doing breathing exercises with an ever so patient Conrad.

But you had lost it, completely lost your cool and embarrassed him. He wouldn’t even look at you, and you knew he was saving it for when you made it back to his house.

He gently put the car in park and took the keys out of the ignition, his shaky hands losing control and dropping them near his feet.

“Fuck!” His voice rang in the car and you jumped, closing your eyes and holding a hand to your heart. 

But when you opened your eyes you didn’t see anger. You didn’t see his nostrils flare or his jaw clench as he tried to keep his cool. You saw panic.

He was scared.

His hands were clenched and his eyes were wide, his knee bounced uncontrollably as he stared anywhere he could but you. He knew if he looked at you, saw your tear stained cheeks and the bruising around your wrist he’d lose it, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to break down in front of you when you were the one hurting.

“Conrad…”

His breaths were sharp as his eyes filled with tears, refusing to look at you.

You didn’t waste any time as you unbuckled your seatbelt, clambering over the center console and straddling your boyfriend, holding his face firmly in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I’m okay.” You assured him and he nodded, digging his fingers into your thighs.

“Say it.” You said, your voice achingly gentle but firm.

“You’re okay.” He responded and you nodded, wiping away the salty tears that began to slip from the corner of his eyes and kissing away the ones that made it down to his lips.

His hands had traveled to your waist, softly gripping at the skin as he let his forehead drop to your shoulder. He was still shaking.

“Baby.” You cooed and he let out a sob and you held on tighter, ignoring the throb in your wrist. His tears didn’t let up and your heart ached as he cried, suddenly feeling guilty for not holding his hand and soothing him earlier. “I’m right here.”

You swayed him lightly back and forth, tangling your fingers in his hair and leaving sweet kisses to the side of his head.

“I should’ve been there I-” He gasped for air. “I should’ve fucking been there.”

You shook your head, “No, no, don’t put this on yourself.”

“He was holding you so tightly and you- you looked so scared and I- fuck, I don’t-” He bagan to stutter, his anxiety and panic barring him from forming coherent sentences.

“It’s okay, my love. Breathe.” You said, your voice even and calm.

You had been scared out of your mind but as soon as you saw Conrad’s shaking frame, something snapped, and you were still, holding your boy in your arms.

Conrad eventually relaxed enough for you to take him inside and he fell asleep with his head resting on your stomach, his body situated in between your legs while watching a movie on the couch, your fingers tangled in his hair and you felt a weight release from your shoulders when you heard his deep breaths and soft snores, finally allowing yourself to close your eyes.

*screaming* I LOVE CHEESY ENDINGS

anyway. not tagging, i don’t think i’ll be doing a taglist anymore, only like 2% of my reblogs are from people on my taglist, and i don’t feel like going through all of the trouble for nothing, so🫶🏼 unless ur a moot who specifically asks to be tagged in a fic we’ve discussed, taglist is discontinued!

i still love u all tho xo

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[fetusgooseandjuice]

Better Boyfriend

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been in love with you for years. The only thing preventing her from being with you is your toxic boyfriend, but she knows she can treat you better.

Word Count: 1,477

TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Abuse

Stark!Reader

Second Person POV:

Arguments between couples are normal, but these were far from the normal couple arguments. He would get mad when food wasn't cooked for him, when you stayed out too late, and especially when you didn't tell him every detail of where you were going.

This would result in verbal and even physical abuse from him. Whether it was calling you lazy, or pulling your hair and slapping you across the face, he would turn around 30 minutes later and tell you how sorry he was and how much he loved you. And you found ways to believe and forgive him because you thought you loved him too.

Your dad, Tony Stark, was skeptical about Hayden. He knew that something was off because you're his daughter and he pays attention to your body language and facial expressions whenever you're around Hayden. But he didn't know the extent of what was happening, so he kept it to himself.

You weren't technically an avenger like your dad, but the team considered you one because you were an inventor like he was, so you spent a lot of time at the compound making contraptions and technology that could benefit the team during missions.

During the time you spent at the compound, you've grown close with the whole team. Clint, Bruce, Thor, and Steve being uncle-figures to you. While Wanda, Natasha, Kate, and Yelena were your best friends. They all thought of you like family and they loved you so much.

Which is why you were currently sitting in the living room, participating in game night with the team to celebrate Kate's first mission as an official avenger.

Your POV:

"Oh come on that's not allowed!" Thor yelled as Peter just 'won' the game.

"You're just jealous that you lost so you don't get to choose the movie for the next movie night." Peter bragged as he relaxed back into the couch with his hands folded behind his head, feeling accomplished.

"We're not jealous, we just don't wanna watch another Star Wars movie for fourth time this month." Kate said as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah no I swear we've seen like every single one at this point." I agreed as everyone laughed.

My phone then started to blow up with notifications as their conversation about Star Wars continued. I flipped my phone over to look at the screen to see who was texting me. It was Hayden.

"Where the hell are you?!"

"You didn't tell me you left Y/N."

"I want you home right fucking now. I did not say that you could leave."

Were only some of the messages he was sending me. I clicked my phone off and turned it back over, trying to ignore the dings hoping that he would eventually stop.

"Wow sounds like someone really wants to talk to you." Wanda said from next to me.

I just gave her a quick small smile and looked down as the notifications kept coming.

"Are you gonna answer them?" she asked.

"I will later, it's probably just one of my friends. They'll be fine." I told her hoping that she'll just let it go.

That was until my phone started ringing, indicating an incoming call. I knew at that point, there was no letting this go. I picked up my phone and walked into a different room as I answered the call from Hayden.

Wanda's POV:

I could see Y/N's face visibly drop when her phone started ringing. She even looked a little nervous as she got up and left the room.

"Hey Nat have you noticed how odd Y/N's been acting recently?" I asked her as she was sitting beside me.

I knew that Natasha liked Y/N more than friend. She has ever since they met almost 4 years ago. So she was heartbroken when Y/N introduced us to her boyfriend. There were times when Natasha would sit in my room late at night ranting to me about her love for her and I would just listen.

"Have I noticed? How has it taken you this long for you to notice?" she responded.

"I mean I've noticed it before, but I thought it was just me. This is the first time I've brought it up to someone." I told her.

"Almost a month after she started dating that douchebag of hers is when it started." she said with certainty.

I'm not surprised that she knows that because for one, she's a former spy. And two, she's been in love with that girl for 4 years, so she pays a lot of attention to her.

"Do you think if we asked her about it she would talk to us?" I asked her.

"Probably not. If it really does have something to do with Hayden, then she won't want to bring us into it." she said and I nodded understandingly.

Just as she finished her sentence, Y/N came back into the room and started reaching for her shoes to put on. Both Natasha and I could tell she was crying even thought she was looking down and trying to wipe the tears away.

"Y/N are you okay? What happened?" Natasha quietly asked her so she didn't draw any attention to us.

She looked at us as she wiped her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine I just have to go. Hayden wants me home." she said.

Nat and I looked at each other knowing that there's more to the story.

"Actually can we talk to you real quick, before you go." I asked her trying to get her to stay and talk to us about what she's going through.

"Guys I really-" she started but Natasha interrupted her.

"Y/N, please." she pleaded.

She looked down at her phone before looking back up at us, nodding her head.

We all stood up and walked into kitchen. Nat placed a comforting hand on Y/N's back, leading the way.

We sat her down in a chair and thought about how to we should approach this for a few seconds.

"Is everything okay. You know, with you and Hayden." Natasha asked her.

"Yeah everything's great." she quietly said with a small smile that we both knew was fake.

"We only ask because we've noticed you've been acting off recently." I added.

"Really guys I-I'm fine. Can I go now. I really need to get home." her voice was wavering and we could tell she was nervous.

"Y/N if you need help you can tell us. Whatever it is we'll help you." I said.

"I don't need help, I need to leave before-" she started, but interrupted herself.

"Before what?" I asked, but she stayed silent like she was trying to come to with something to say, but couldn't.

"Y/N is Hayden hurting you." Natasha asked, tired of beating around the bush and seeing Y/N so unlike herself.

"What?! No, no he would never. I-I mean sure he gets mad sometimes a-and we argue b-but-" she stopped and looked at us knowing that we weren't buying any of it.

"That's a ton of bullshit. I know he hurts you. Y/N, every time you're around him when you're with us you look just flat out scared. And this makeup-" she started as she leaned forward and wiped her thumb under Y/N's eye, smearing the makeup and partially revealing a bruise under her eye.

"I know you might have hid it well from some people but I care about you Y/N, okay. I notice when something wrong and there was no hiding that from me." she told her softly as her voice started to shake like she was about to cry from seeing the girl she loves like this.

Y/N was at a loss for words. We knew she was scared, but we could only help her if she let us.

"Let us help you, let me help you." Natasha pleaded to her.

"I'm fine and I can help myself." she said, holding back tears as she got up to grab her bag and tried to walk out of the door, but Natasha stopped her before she could.

"Y/N wait-" Natasha said as she grabbed Y/N's arm which made her flinch.

"I- Y/N...You know I would never do that to you-" Natasha told her, speechless yet softly.

"I'm sorry." Y/N said as she turned around to open the door and leave, leaving Nat standing there in shock.

Part 2 coming soon...

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[darkeralmond]

Bad Idea, Right?

TREVOR ZEGRAS X OC

october series

synopsis: after the halloween party, hayden’s trying to write the first song on the album. thankfully weston has a story to share.

warnings: swearing

word count: 3.4k

a/n: hey guys! im sorry for missing an upload yesterday! i had a vry busy saturday, but here i am!! also, i got another fic idea so… whos pumped????

It was time to get serious about songwriting.

It was the day after the Halloween party and I had a couple of lyrics written in my Notes app on my phone. I thought it would be a good idea to invite Trevor to go shopping with me to get a new songbook. It could possibly give me inspiration for a song other than ‘Autumn Leaves’ and that’s it. He picked me up from the apartment and drove us to the nearest craft store in the city.

“You’re not worried about being spotted by paparazzi?” I asked him as he parked the car.

“Nah,” he answered. “Are you?” I nodded my head and looked out to see the nearly empty parking lot. “Here, wear this.” He took his hat off and placed it on my head. I cracked a smile as I got out of the car.

We went inside and were greeted by an older lady working the register. I didn’t really know my place around the store and I was too anxious to ask. Trevor followed behind me which made it even worse since I had no clue where was what. I played it cool though and slowly walked past the aisles, searching for notebooks.

“Do you even know where to go?” he asked.

I scoffed, “Yeah! Obviously.” It was a blatant lie and he knew that.

He grabbed my hand, stopping me from wandering cluelessly. “Then you would know we just passed the notebook aisle.” My mouth opened, trying to find any excuse for that. He chuckled and said, “You’re so cute. Come on.”

My cheeks flushed red as I let out a little groan in response. He navigated me to the aisle, still holding onto my hand. There were a variety of notebooks for me to use. Lined, dotted, large, small. I didn’t even know where to start. “What about this one?” I laughed as I grabbed a notebook with a unicorn as the cover.

He nodded his head and chuckled, “It totally suits you.” It shouldn’t matter which one I got, it wasn’t going to be on display. I was only planning on showing my bandmates and Aubrey. “Are you actually gonna get it?”

I shrugged and answered, “Maybe. I’m very unpredictable.” After looking at all the other options, I settled on the unicorn one and we went to the register. I let go of Trevor’s hand and placed the notebook on the table for the person to scan.

“Did you find everything you need?” The girl’s voice trailed off as she looked up at me. Her face lit up as she let out a gasp, a smile forming on her face. “You’re Hayden Clarke and Trevor Zegras! Oh my God! Is it actually true you’re dating?! I’ve seen it all over my feed!”

Before I could give her an answer, Trevor stepped in and said, “Not yet, but we would be a cute couple.” My face was bright red as I nodded my head, too flustered to follow it up with a comment. The fan, whose name was Marie, told me the total. I reached for my pocket, but Trevor grabbed his wallet from his pocket first and pulled out his card.

“I thought I told you I would pay,” I told him as he inserted his card into the reader.

“You thought I was gonna let that happen?” he chuckled. “I’m treating you with my presence and my money.”

I rolled my eyes in response and grabbed the notebook. Marie gave us the receipt and asked, “Before you guys go, can I get a picture?”

“Yes, of course!” I answered. She squealed as she grabbed her phone from her apron pocket and took a selfie with Trevor and me in it. He had his arm wrapped around me with a smile that screamed *’I’m the luckiest man in the world’.*

“Thank you so much! I’m technically not supposed to have my phone out at work, but I would rather get a pic with you guys and lose my job!” Marie said as she stared at the picture on her phone. “Have a great day!”

🎶

When I got home, I sat at my desk and stared at the blank pages of my songbook. I had clearly forgotten how hard this was. I had a couple of songs in mind that I wanted our songs to have a similar vibe to, but even then, it was hard to come up with words. I even had my Notes app pulled up with the lyrics I had on there. I thought writing those exact same lyrics on paper would give me an idea, but I was wrong.

Why can’t an idea just come to me?

My bedroom door flew open and in came Weston, his face redder than a tomato with steam coming out of his ears. “I need to get this off my chest to someone!” Wes’s booming voice announced as he flopped onto my bed.

Bingo.

I swiveled around in my chair, notebook still in hand, and asked, “What’s wrong?” He wouldn’t say anything, he just growled and screamed random bullshit. “Wes. Take some deep breaths,” I said with my voice low and calm, similar to one of a therapist’s. I took a couple of deep breaths to demonstrate and he soon followed suit.

Whenever Wes’s face became his normal shade, that’s when he began talking. “When I left at the party, I— uh,” he sputtered out. He struggled to maintain eye contact with me as he fidgeted with his hands. “I lied to you, Hayden. I lied and I went to Alejandro’s, not Val’s!”

My eyes widened as my eyebrows raised. “What?” I heard my voice slightly raised which caused Wes to flinch. “I’m sorry. Just… why?” Alejandro and Wes broke up months ago, why was he there? He lied about going to Valarie’s too? How often did he lie about that because it seemed too natural for comfort?

Tears prickled Wes’s eyes as he continued explaining, “After the breakup, we continued hooking up and it’s been going on for months, and I’m a terrible friend for lying, but I just can’t stop seeing him!” He couldn’t continue talking, he began crying too hard. His hand went over his mouth as he choked out, “I’m sorry!”

My expression softened as I got up from the chair and hugged him. “Oh, Wes,” I mumbled. He was shaking and grasping onto me desperately. I hated seeing Wes so vulnerable, especially to a douche like Alejandro. Maybe when I’m done writing this song I can find some time to kill Alejandro and then write a song about that too.

🎶

Wes finished writing and handed the journal back to me. During his emotional breakdown, Mal and Alex came home and heard loud hysterical crying. When they found out it was Wes and why he was crying, they shared the same concern as me. I wasn’t enough to calm him down, but Alex and Mal had a way with words. The best advice I could give him was to write his feelings down on a piece of paper, my songbook, so he could get everything off his chest. When he did that and handed it back to me, I asked him if I could use it for a song. He was hesitant at first but eventually agreed.

Later that night, I approached his door and knocked on it. I thought he wouldn’t hear my knocks since he blared loud music from his speaker. He opened the door a couple of seconds after I knocked and he seemed fine. “You wanna help me come up with lyrics?” I asked, holding up the unicorn songbook.

“I was gonna just leave it up to you but sure,” he said as he went back into his room and turned his music off. He came back with his phone and followed me to my room. I grabbed my keyboard and sat on my carpet since it was the only room I had for it was on the floor. Weston sat on the edge of my bed closest to me and crossed his leg over the other.

I pulled out my phone and pulled up the voice memo app and began recording us. “Alright, it is currently Sunday, October 22nd,” I said as I turned on my keyboard. “I’m here with Weston to come up with lyrics for his song.”

His eyebrows knitted together as he asked, “My song?” I nodded my head and smiled. “Hayden, I’m flattered.”

I giggled as I flipped to the page where Weston scribbled his feelings down. I noticed he wrote *’bad idea’* all over the paper. I hummed as I looked up at him. *I can work with this*. “What kind of vibe are you going for?” I asked him as I tapped my finger against the paper. “Fast? Slow? Upbeat?”

He clicked his tongue as he thought about it for a moment. He tapped his hand against his thigh loudly as he said, “I’m thinking this tempo.” I nodded my head as I set up the metronome on my keyboard, mirroring his pace. I now had the metronome set for 130 being the tempo. “You wanna get the lyrics first or the instrumental?”

“Whatever you think works, it’s your song,” I answered.

Weston decided to start with lyrics since he assumed it would be better if we came up with the instrumental with Mal and Alex. I read what Weston wrote on the paper to him and asked, “You got anything in mind?”

Wes hummed in thought. I looked back at my phone and saw that the voice memo was almost 10 minutes long. “The only thing I can think of is making ‘bad idea’ the title or something,” he said. “I wrote down that I was drunk most of the times I went over there. What if we say something about *’I’m ou*t *right now and I’m drunk’*?”

I hummed and wrote it down in the notebook staring at it. Something about that line was incomplete to me. “How about we make it angrier?” I proposed. Wes was confused by what I meant, so I hummed the lyric. *“But I’m out right now, and I’m all fucked up,”* I sang.

Wes gasped as he enthusiastically clapped his hands. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I wrote that down on the paper and we continued going, doing the same process until we had a song.

The process was long, the recording lasting an hour and a half. We had our lyrics, we had our tempo, and all we needed was an instrumental.

🎶

“Okay, it is Monday, October 23rd,” I stated. It was Wes, Mal, Alex, and I all in the living room with my keyboard and Alex’s acoustic guitar. “This is *’Bad Idea, Right?’*s instrumental, I guess?” I giggled a bit. All of last night while I was supposed to be sleeping, I was on my MacBook making demos on GarageBand. “So this is the first option I have.” I clicked play on my MacBook and let it play for them.

Mal and Alex liked it, but Wes wasn’t satisfied and I could tell by the look on his face. “I think it needs to be more aggressive,” he critiqued.

“I knew you would say that, so I made another demo. This is instrumental 2,” I said as I clicked play again. It had a louder bass part, a better drum solo, and an absolutely shredding guitar solo for Alex.

Alex’s smile grew as he listened to it, his nose scrunching. “This shit is hard! I think that one’s a winner!” he exclaimed.

“It’s only because you have a solo,” Mal teased before she turned over to me. “But it is a winner for sure.” She winked.

I looked up at Weston to hear what his opinions were on the instrumental. He was nodding his head with a smug smile on his face. “I want this song to get the number 1 spot on Billboard and play on every radio station just so I can say that this song is about Alejandro and have him feel humiliated like he made me feel,” he taunted. “This song will be amazing.”

“Track 2 was a hit,” I told the recording. “I’ll break up the song by your parts and send them for you to listen to and work on.” I stopped the recording and smiled. This was the fun part of songwriting, coming up with the instrumental with my friends. It was such a bonding experience for us, especially when I wasn’t writing only about myself.

🎶

I received a call from Trevor as soon as I stepped out of the shower. I quickly answered it and put him on speaker, “Hey! Caught me at the perfect time.”

He chuckled, “I’m glad. How was your day, Hayden?” I heard the car door slam from the end of the phone and his car staring up.

“I was finally able to write a song,” I said as I wrapped my hair in a towel and placed it on my head. I threw on my maroon robe and went back to my bedroom to grab some comfy clothes to change into. “Wes, Mal, and Alex like it, so now we gotta present it to Aubrey.”

“Would I be able to hear it?” Trevor asked with an obvious grin on his face.

I laughed, “On the radio, you can. I keep demos to myself and my bandmates.” I grabbed a pair of *’Mario Kart’* boxers and an oversized thrifted t-shirt. “You don’t get special treatment, Trev.”

“Damn, I thought we had something, Hayden. I’m really hurt,” he joked. “Even after I bought you that unicorn songbook.”

I rolled my eyes as I slipped into my clothes. “Whatever,” I scoffed. “How was your day, Trevor?”

He let out a long exhale before answering, “Long.” I could hear the exhaustion in his voice. “We lost our game yesterday, so we had an excruciating practice.”

I had forgotten to watch that game, I was so focused on working on our parts. “Oh, shit. I should’ve watched it. Sorry, Trev.”

“No, you and I both lucked out,” he said with a laugh. “You would’ve gotten the ick or something because of how bad I played. Not to mention the interview questions Victoria had me answering about you and me. It wasn’t even about hockey, now I know how Travis Kelce feels.”

“Being compared to Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift is insane,” I joked. I had seen so much feed about Travis and Taylor and the amount of coverage both stars are getting. The amount of screen time she would get during Cheifs games was unreal, and I only know that because Mal started watching football for Travis. “What kind of questions were they?”

“Well, a lot of dating stuff like *’Oh, how long have you two been seeing each other?’, ‘Will she be at any other games anytime soon?’* and *’Have the teammates approved?’* which the last one is yes, all my teammates love you, Hayden.”

My cheeks blared a bright red color as I flopped onto my bed. I giggled, “How much do you talk about me, Trevor?”

“A lot,” he said. “I know I seem chill about it and everything, but I am self-aware of how good of a girl I’ve managed to score.” I covered my mouth with my hand, my eyes wide and my cheeks red. James never talked about me like this, let alone any man who I’ve had an interest in. “Hayden, you’re a real dime and I’m so lucky to even be in your eyeline.” I didn’t even know how to respond to it other than squealing, of course forgetting to mute myself. “You good, Hayden?” he asked with a concerned chuckle.

“Yes, yes! Sorry!” I apologized, now blushing with embarrassment. “It’s just I’ve never had anyone talk about me like this.”

“Well, let me be the first then,” Trevor rasped. That made me die dead. My mouth hung wide open in response to that. The way his voice sounded with that little rasp. “Sorry, I was screaming a lot during practice today.”

*Keep it like that.* “No, you’re fine! I sound like that after shows too,” I said. I did my best to keep my voice steady and not sound like a stuttering mess who couldn’t get any words out.

Trevor finally made it home, but instead of hanging up, he just continued talking to me all night long. We jumped from topic to topic, going from hilarious to deep and emotional.

“My dad cheated on my mom when I was in sophomore year with one of his receptionists,” I said as I typed out some random words that I thought would be good for a song. “What about the line *’Heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly’*?”

I could hear the water from his shower running. “I like that, it’s catchy, but your dad cheated on your mom? I assume they’re not together anymore.”

“You would be right, Sherlock,” I joked. “I assume you’re about to show.”

“You would be right, Sherlock,” he mocked. I rolled my eyes and laughed. “I know you and your mom are close since I met her at the party a couple of years ago. Jacob is my dad’s old roommate from college. I find that really funny.”

“No, shit really?” I gasped. “That’s so odd. Maybe you were stalking me, to begin with.”

“Never would I ever do that to you, Hayden!” His voice became echoed as he stepped into his shower. Jamie nor Leo were home yet according to him, they were out with a couple of other teammates, but Trevor insisted on going home and winding down before the game tomorrow. Who knew I was a part of his winding-down routine?

“But yeah, I haven’t really talked to him since I turned 18.” I shifted in my bed and turned over to my nightstand to grab my remote. I turned on Spotify on my TV and turned on some relaxing jazz music. “I’m definitely a mama’s girl,” I said.

“Yeah, makes sense.” It was silent for a moment, so I turned up my music a bit. *’It’s Only A Paper Moon’* by Ella Fitzgerald. “What’re you listening to?”

I looked up from the phone and back at the song and answered, “Oh, I’m listening to jazz music. Ella Fitzgerald is my mom’s favorite jazz singer.”

“Oh yeah, my mom likes her too. She puts her on every Christmas.” The shower finally turned off and I heard as Trevor stepped out of the shower. My mind ventured off into uncharted areas I never thought would’ve been in my mind. “I have a game tomorrow sadly, but maybe I’ll pop up on Wednesday or Thursday to see you.”

“I would be flattered,” I replied with a smile on my face. I just really wanted him to take me out for a nice dinner sometime, at least to brunch or something. I liked constantly hanging out with him and stuff, but I wanted to take it to the next level. I was just too scared to ask. It wasn’t long for Trevor to fall asleep on the phone with me, his faint snoring causing me to giggle.

I heard from the other end of the phone his bedroom door open. “Oh, boo. He’s asleep,” a male’s voice complained. “But his phone’s still on.” Footsteps approached the side of Trevor’s bed. “Oh! It’s Hayden!” Though he attempted to whisper, he was still the loudest whisperer I heard.

“Hey,” I said with a giggle. I knew what Jamie sounded like and this wasn’t him. The only other person I could think of being in the room this late. “Are you Leo?”

“Yeah, hi! Sorry for interrupting, I was gonna prank him,” he confessed. “Have a good night, Hayden!”

“You too, Leo,” I replied with a small smile. I heard his footsteps recede from the bedroom and the door shut leaving me with my music and Trevor’s snores. I finally just placed my phone on the nightstand and closed my own eyes, falling asleep as well.

#apricot’s fanfics #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras smut #trevor zegras x oc #trevor zegras #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction

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ITS TIME ITS TIME

my unhinged laurance zvahl headcanons 🫠

- Laurance has a BUNCH of ear piercings. Candenza made him swear not to get any facial piercings, and she's one of the only people he listens to. He did get a belly button piercing to spite her tho :)

- He has a lot of nervous ticks. He used to play with his hair when it was long, but when Cadenza cut it, he started cracking his knuckles and picking at his nailbeds. When Aphmau notices him doing this, she lets him play with her hair.

- GARRANCEMAU. POLYCULE. It was kind of unspoken for a while, and then Garroth got left behind in the Irene Dimension. So, Laurance and Aph got really close. However, nothing was official so she got with Aaron. Laurance and Garroth only ever realized after he had died. Garroth understood, he knew that the polycule wasn't too serious. However, Laurance on the other hand, didn't understand that. Plus, he was dealing with the calling and whatnot. There was a rift in the relationship for a while after that.

- All of the kids in the village love Laurance. I mean, we know he was one of Malachai's biggest role models, and Laur had also grown attached to him. But, he also kinda becomes Naoki (Nekoette but less problematic) and Dmitri's babysitter. He's always been good with kids, but MY IRENE he cannot handle Naoki. Leona also likes to hang around him, as well.

- Laurance used to have a fascination with fire when he was little. (i mean the man has adhd and u know how we r with fire.) He would stare at it for hours. It was the only thing that really calmed his brain. But now, he can't stand it. He can stay near a fire for warmth of course, but he's never the one to start or feed it. He can't look at it anymore. Too many memories. The fire is literally a part of him now. His new body was forged from it. There's no need to stare into the flames. He just has to look in the mirror.

- He's still blind, somewhat. His eyesight wasn't miraculously healed. He has to wash his face in the fountain of Lady Irene every so often, or his vision will completely blur. Even then, there's still spots that never go away, mostly on the outer field of his vision. He has reading glasses, as well.

- He's very physically affectionate. He plays with Aphmau's hair. He grazes over Garroth's hands constantly, running his thumb on all the marks in his palm or his scarred knuckles. When he was younger, he would always find something to fiddle with on Cadenza's clothes.

- He would model for Cadenza a lot. Before becoming a Shadow Knight, he was very comfortable in his body and his masculinity, so playing dress up was honestly very fun.

- Laurance always has to do something with his hands, so he takes up a lot of different crafts. Tying knots, woodcarving (thank you @xerith-42 for that one lmao), making jewelry. (In my hc my OC taught him how to make jewelry, but we don't have to get into that now haha)

- Laurance has Brazilian heritage, and even though he was an orphan, there's a large Brazilian population in Meteli and he was raised around the culture. Hayden kept Laurance very informed on his roots, and in turn Cadenza got to experience all of this as well. (I wanna go into this further at some point but I want to do the proper research first.)

- Since SKs don't need as much sleep, most nights Laurance just wanders Phoenix Drop. That's why he's usually the first to know when something's wrong.

- Before Laurance became an official guard, he was sort of a... vigilante. Bringing justice in the dead of night type beat. When he was younger, in his early teens, there was a high crime rate in Meteli. So, if Laurance saw someone stealing, or trying to break in somewhere, he'd tie them up and leave them outside the guard station for the authorities to deal with them.

Alright have fun with this one crazies

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1.1 Saturday | film

synopsis: It hurts. 2,191 days later and it still hurts. Juno Connors is haunted by the death of her best friend. Haunted by the unfinished documentary Juno refuses to let die along with him. But it has proved difficult. The subject---washed-up skating legend, Ronnie Allen; her best friend’s childhood hero who suddenly went missing sometime in the early 90s---is less than cooperative. She spends months in London trying to get him to cooperate and she gets nothing for it in return. Nothing of value, nothing to make all the dollars and time spent worth it. Until she meets a young sergeant, that is. Juno meets Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick and sets herself on a course for healing through this newfound intimacy. It makes her think that, just maybe, she can finish this fucking documentary and never have to face Ronnie Allen again.

a/n: my god, there's no way it took me a year to polish this one chapter. anyway, here it is over 365 days later.

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The air in Carlsbad is different. Tinged with a saltiness from the sea that Juno can taste on her lips, the breeze at the perfect speed, perfect temperature. She knocks on the rickety old trailer’s door, wishing that she had taken a fleeting moment to film this. This beach—it's gorgeous. Tucked away into its own lonesome corner with a view to die for. Given the chance, Juno’d retire off to here too. She sighs. Bites her lip.

It shouldn’t be her that’s doing this,

She’s staring out at the waves lapping at the shore, a half step off the trailer’s poor excuse for a porch, listening to the way they crash against the rocks and land. She doesn’t deserve to be here, in his place. The door swings open with a creak so loud, she swears it's about to fall off its hinges. Actually, the hinges themselves look more ready to fall off the frame than anything. Charming, she thinks. Gives the whole thing some real character—

“You lost?” —like it needs any more. 

Before her, Ralph DiMaggio stands in all his leathery, sun bleached glory. But burgeoning against his loud button up. But he looks at her softly—kindly, cutting through the rough image she had about him entirely and she can see it in his eyes, in his slight smile with a missing canine. He looks happy. Sober. Completely unlike how Fish described him in the notes he left. Juno feels half bad for expecting to find him at the bottom of a bottle, a mess. 

 “No, you’re exactly who I’m looking for.” She finally takes that full step up to the trailer, extends her hand. He takes it. “My name is Juno Connors—you met my partner, Hayden Fisher, like around a year ago.” Eyes empty, searching for something in the recesses of his mind, Juno can tell he doesn’t remember Fish. It hurts a little. “For the Ronnie Allen doc…” Now she’s searching too— reaching , hoping that he remembers. “He was, uh, a little obsessive about wanting to… to solve Ronnie’s disappearance from, well, the public and then probably never called you back?” She’s fumbling now. Feels like a fucking idiot.

And then it clicks.

“Yeah,” he moves out of the way, gestures for her to come in, “Yeah, no, I remember him, Kid was a lot.”

Juno laughs—well, breathes out a laugh more so than actually laughing. He’s right, he was a lot. Too much, even. She gets it, really, she does. No one could ever entirely stomach him quite like her. Supposes she’s just adept at tolerating the intolerable.

“Why didn’t he ever call back?”

“Thing is, he was going to but he died back in March, so.”

“I’m sorry.”

She gives a shrug that feels all sorts of wrong. “Yeah,”

Reaching into her bag, she flashes him a tight-lipped smile. Her way of saying It’s okay because she doesn’t really know how else to without making it worse, the awkwardness, or sounding like more of an idiot than she already does. Because she’s faced it now: Juno’s blowing this interview and it hasn’t even started. This isn’t her beat, isn’t what she does. No, her job was to sit there and point the camera at someone while Fish did all the heavy lifting. All the talking, But Fish is gone now and there’s still lifting to be done.

The lavalier mic is heavy in her hand, heavier than she knows it really is. She gestures vaguely with it. “I’m here now. For that interview—only if you want to, obviously.”

“Gotta be a little more assertive than that, Junie. A lot more.” He says suddenly like he’s known her forever. Her brows furrow. “Be a bitch, it's the only way you’ll get what you want from old pieces of shit like me.” Ralph eases himself into a chair that groans under his weight, points his finger at her. “That’s a fact.”

“If that’s the case, is this old piece of shit gonna give me what I want or did I drive all the way down here for you to waste my time?” Juno cocks her head to the side. If assertive is what he wants, it's assertive that he’ll get.

Ralph spreads his arms out, smiles wide—proud—missing tooth and all. “Mic me, Junie.” She can’t help it, she smiles too.

And she does—has him clip the recorder to his waistband right on the small of his back as she loops the microphone on its wire wire through the inside of his shirt shirt and settles it on the collar. The camera comes to her like second nature; the setting up of it is a process that doesn’t take all that much thought. Ralph watches her and she doesn’t give him so much as a glance. In her periphery, he’s merely a skin colored blob. She pretends it's Fish sitting there instead as she screws the camera onto the tripod as tight as it goes. It's locked. Ralph shifts around in his seat like he’s never been interviewed before. Juno suddenly realizes that it's probably been forever since the last time. Makes her feel a little better about her uselessness. 

The journal is the last piece. One she has to cross the room for—left it on Ralph’s kitchen counter before she mic’d him—her strides and the weight of her warping the vinyl flooring. It burns her hands when she grabs it. Impossible, she knows, but it burns them. With grief, with the corrosive acidity of expectations not met and even worse, expectations she’s not sure she can meet at all.

But she has to try, that’s what this is all about. She looks back at Ralph. Relaxes her shoulders.

“So, what do you know about Ronnie Allen?”

He nearly hits her twice.

Wild, drunk hands wave around mere inches from her camera. From her face. Juno is sick of looking at him. At that ugly mug of his, at the tattoos that have bled deep into every wrinkle and crevice of it. Like runny ink on shitty paper. She looks at him with loathing. Juno’s sick of London now too. She sets her camera on the bar, takes a lazy sip of her beer, and just looks at him. He’s all washed-up. Fucking pathetic now. He’s nothing. He stares back at Juno, like maybe she’s a little off, when she sets down the camera. His wild hands fall into his lap, his story stops.

The rim of the bottle is still at her lips, “Ron, that’s not what I asked you.” 

“What?”

“I didn’t ask you about the fucking glory days,” she’s heard enough about the glory days to last a lifetime, “I asked you about what happened after.”

He squeezes his eyes shut real tight, “After?” How he manages to slur just a single word so monumentally, Juno doesn’t know.

“Yeah, Ronnie, after .” It’s still not clicking. “Jesus, Ron—I asked about Merced.” The location rolls off her tongue but it's Ronnie’s face that twists into one of disgust. She can’t seem to break him. It feels like pulling teeth, trying to get him to talk about Merced.

She doesn’t want to feel this way. Not tonight.

Juno’s sick of it all. The poking, the prodding, when she knows—deep down inside, she knows —that he won’t talk. He’s a stubborn old fuck. Ronnie will keep her in the dark until she gives up because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants her to run home with her tail between her legs but she won’t. She cannot and will not let Fish’s life’s work collapse in on itself over a lousy drunk. She doesn’t care that the drunk in question was his hero once upon a time. He’s nothing to her and nothing he’ll stay if he can’t give her what she fucking needs.

It’s been six years that she’s wasted on this. What’s six more?

“You’re still chasin’ this shit,” 

“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either.” Juno doesn’t like the way her voice sounds. It’s quiet, comes from deep in her throat, all tired and flat. This isn’t her. But maybe it is now. After Fish, after all this mess, maybe this is who she is. 

Fingers twitching around the neck of her bottle, gripping it just a little too tight, Juno looks out over Ronnie’s shoulder. Out at the other patrons of the bar that are surely having a far better night than she is. And then she feels it. The burning of eyes fixated on her. Juno’s own scan the crowd again more carefully now.

“When’re you just gonna quit?” She doesn’t hear it, not really. All her attention’s focused on the other lonely soul across the bar. The bill of his cap casts a shadow over his eyes but Juno knows, without a doubt that he’s looking at her. Staring. So she stares back. Narrows her eyes a little—hoping that if she squints hard enough, she can bend all laws of reality and really see him. 

But she can’t. So she inches away from the bar, breaks his gaze for just a second to tell Ronnie plainly, and maybe even a little too loudly that “If anything happens to this camera, I’m never leaving you alone, got it?” And he shrugs. Waves it off like he does with everything else that she says. But he reaches his arm out to where Juno was sitting. Lazily slides the camera into his chest like he’s protecting it in his own half-assed way. Juno doesn’t hover.

Stands of fading blue fall into her face as she wades through the crowd that feels like its only getting denser by the second. She doesn’t bother to tuck them out of the way. Just keeps making her way through. When the crowd breaks, the air feels lighter, cooler; her lungs have room to expand. 

And, finally, she can see the eyes that gazed upon her from across the bar.

“You have a staring problem,” there’s a grin there. The most genuine one that’s graced her face in, hell, six years, probably. 

“You came all this way to tell me that?”

She shrugs, “And a couple other things.” Juno sits down right across from him. Feels kind of giddy talking to someone new, kiddy like knowing without any real proof that you’ve met someone good. Someone solid. “So, do you always look at random women like that or should I feel special?”

He, whoever he is, smirks a little. Juno can tell he’s trying to fight it but it comes through anyway. “Like what?” He's handsome. Soft behind the eyes. 

“Y’know,” she leans into the table, smile reaching her eyes now despite the subtleness of it. “Like there’s no one else here but me. Like I’m the only one worth talking to—and I am, by the way. I am so worth talking to.”

“Can’t have much of a conversation if I don’t even know your name.”

“Well, who said that?”

Words catch in his throat a little and Juno smirks. Bottom lip caught in her teeth. Just tell me your name.”

“Juno.” Said so quick she’s barely even sure he heard it.

“Like the movie?”

She gives him a look. It’s a yes and no answer—more no than yes. “Just the way it’s spelled. They named me after the place in Alaska, just wanted to feel special, I guess.”

“It suits you,” they haven’t broken each other’s gaze. Not once and Juno feels like she’s drowning in the particular shade of brown of his irises.

“I’d hope so, it’s the only name I got.” There’s more of a twang there than she’d like. She wonders if he’d be able to place it, her accent. Knows there’s no way in hell she could place his no matter how hard she tried. “What about you; what’d you get saddled with?”

“Kyle,” Juno nods. Her own silent way of telling him that she thinks his name suits him too. “Most people call me Gaz, though.”

“Why?”

“Haven’t got a clue.” He takes a sip from his glass. Juno wants to reach out and grab it. Take a sip from it too. The impulse is so strong and she’s not entirely sure why. Maybe it's one of those weird intrusive things. Or maybe, it's her desire for closeness that hasn’t been sated in years. Hell, she can’t remember the last time she hugged somebody—really hugged somebody; fingers gripping at clothes, digging into skin, a mouthful of hair. All that. The closest she’s gotten is hauling Ronnie into bed when he’s too wasted to do it himself. And sometimes she lingers. Lets him keep his grip on her wrist while he begs her for a glass of water. She supposes that she likes the warmth.

Oftentimes, she wonders what it’s like to be held. In all honesty, Juno’s forgotten it and so now she looks at Gaz, a stranger she’s shared but a handful of words with, and—more than anything—just wants a hug. Is that so much to ask for; to be held for even a fraction of a second?

She needs to go home, she thinks. Desperation’s not all that good of a look on her. 

Gaz’s eyes narrow in on her in a way she can’t quite read. The feeling of his gaze is sharper. Precise. Juno feels naked. Feels like he can read her mind. But it softens and suddenly she can breathe. He nods at her, lowers his glass. “What’s that about?”

And her brows furrow before he points at her shirt. Juno looks down. Lindsay Lohan’s mugshot is decorating her torso and she breathes out a laugh. He laughs with her.

“What, you don’t like it?” She teases.

“Never said that .”

“You could wear it if you want—actually, we might be the same size.”

“Yeah?” Juno nods when he says it, smiling so wide that her cheeks are starting to hurt. “I mean, we could test out that theory.”

The chatter from the crowd behind her is getting louder. Bar stools scrape against the ground with an ear shattering screech. Juno shrugs, smirking a little, “I’m down if you are.”

Then, a resounding crack. 

Juno and Gaz both whip their heads in the direction of the bar. Juno’s mouth gapes as she watches the bartender clutch his nose. Sees the blood on Ronnie’s fist. Her heart pounds. He can’t get can’t get caught up like this, he can’t afford it— she can’t afford it. Juno lurches from her chair, toppling it over as Gaz calls her name. She shoves and elbows her way through the crowd now surrounding Ronnie and grabs him roughly by the arm. Drags him with all her might and it doesn’t take much. He’s already long gone—the lights are on and no one’s home. So he stumbles on after her.

Juno doesn’t even get to spare Gaz a glance as she and Ronnie barrel through the door.

The mini-bar in this hotel is piss-poor, Juno thinks as she lines up the third tiny bottle of vodka on the windowsill. Really. She’s had better liquor from forgotten bottles in the back of Ronnie’s cabinets. Maybe he just has better taste than the hotel staff. Juno doesn’t really care either way. Her night’s over before it even started and she wishes she’d gone home with Gaz. He was cute, nice enough. Would’ve been a fun time, she bets, but instead she’s stuck here in her room emptying the mini-bar and wondering if this is just some ugly habit she picked up from six years and counting with Ronnie. Day in and day out. She grimaces. Takes another tiny bottle and sits on the bed.

She’s got more notes for this documentary than Fish ever had. It gives her a pang in the chest, the thought. Makes her eyes water. She breaks the seal on the bottle. The transcript for Ralph’s interview haunts her on her desktop, among others. Juno goes for her browser instead. Her fingers work quicker than her mind—she’s looking at departing flights before she knows it.

There’s a few she can catch before Ronnie wakes up in the morning and calls her asking why his knuckles are all bloody.

It isn’t the first time that she’s thought maybe she’s gotten all that she ever will out of him. Even figured out how to wrap this doc up in a pretty little bow without knowing shit about the why of it all. Ronnie Allen, ex skating legend, is a good for nothing drunk that fell into obscurity because he felt like it. There is no real reason, no meaningful moment that made him run from everything he had. He’s a good for nothing dunk that abandoned everyone he knew and seems to feel just fine about it. Sure, it’s bleak but people’d eat that shit up. She knows she would.

Fish wouldn’t, though.

He always wanted to look deeper than the other documentarians, it’s why he started this one. He’d lose his mind if he found out she ditched it before seeing it through completely.

Juno downs the fourth bottle in one go. Her throat burns.

When she wakes, there’s hair all in her mouth. The room smells overwhelmingly like Fish’s living room. Juno buries her head in the sheets and refuses to breathe.

#carrie.fics #call of duty fanfic #kyle gaz garrick x oc #gaz garrick x oc #gaz fanfic #modern warfare x oc #gaz x oc #modern warfare fanfic #fic: film

[luv4aria]

warnings: slight mentions of abuse, cursing, suggestive behavior. anddd i think that’s it if there’s anything missed lmk.

a/n: this is so lazily written i swear i didnt try. but i’ve been obsessing over hayden christensen a lot lately so why not write abt one of his characters hence why im going to be writing abt sam monroe :) i will be making this a series and trying to update every week at best. again if u see any grammatical errors um this was written lazily saurr yeah.

paring: fem!reader x modernau!sam monroe.

the second i got home she was screaming. why i don’t know and frankly, i didn’t care i just needed to stay out of her sight. as i tiptoed through my house up the stairs she yelled.

“what are you doing. do you see how dirty this kitchen is. come down here and clean it”

i hesitated.

“now.” my mother demanded 

as i made my way downstairs she hit me. not that i wasn't used to it because she had hit me all the time it was just that she hadn't hit me in a long time. i fell to the ground and she repeatedly slapped me and yelled at me to get up. i started to tear up. “no,” i thought i couldn't cry now not in front of her so i blinked back tears and got up trying to compose myself i tried to keep my voice as steady as possible.

“where are the dish rags” i asked

my mother marched around the kitchen slamming the cabinets as she searched for a dishrag. the second she found one she threw it right at my face.

“the kitchen better be clean by the time i wake up” my mom ordered and with that, she walked upstairs once she was out of my sight. i broke down. i believe i cried for a good 5 minutes before i finally got up and started cleaning.

after about an hour had gone by i was finally done with the dishes my fingers were all pruney but as i looked around the kitchen the only thing i had to do left was sweep i don't know why my mom was complaining about the kitchen being dirty. so i swept for what felt like hours. once i was done i put the broom away and made my way upstairs past my mom's room i stopped and put my ear up to her door and heard her snores.

she was asleep “thank god” i murmured. i didn't want to hear her mouth anymore. as i made my way to the end of the hall i stopped in front of my room door and opened it. i let out the heaviest sigh ever my room was dirty i swear shit just piles up i swore to myself i’d clean it up tomorrow knowing damn well i wouldn’t. i stepped over clothes, hangers, shoes, and other shit that was on my floor and sat at my desk swiping everything off of it with my arm was not my best idea because once everything hit the ground it made a loud thud sound like a body had hit the ground. i stayed silent for a second listening to see if my mom had gotten up and she hadn’t i opened the desk drawer and pulled out the small voice recorder my dad had given me before he died. i pressed play and started talking.

“hello, future y/n today's date is march 30th 2024.” i paused for a moment. “so today was quite boring until sam asked me a question. yes, sam monroe asked me a question. the boy i have been crushing on since the 7th grade talked to me today. he asked me if i liked rock i said yes even though i couldn't stand rock music. he then gave me a flier to a gig he and his band had. and then told me he would be really happy if i went to go see him and his band of course i happily took the flier and told him i’d be there he beamed and then got up from his seat because class was over. i still could not fathom the fact that he asked me out!! okay, i need to calm down but that's pretty much it for now hopefully i get to suck his dick or something..i kidding! of course i am im not okay buh bye.”

and with that, i pressed stop on the recorder and quickly put it back in my desk drawer i then walked over to my bed lifted the mattress, and grabbed my packet of cigarettes and my lighter. as i walked over to my window i lit my cigarette and put it up to my lips taking a slow drag from it. then i heard footsteps. it was my mom i knew it was i quickly put the cigarette out and flicked out onto the street and then i pretty much sprinted to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. the footsteps stopped. guess she went back to bed.

after i finished brushing my teeth i checked the clock it was already nine o’clock guess i should go to bed now i threw on an oversized shirt and walked over to my bed. i stared at my ceiling for a good 10 minutes thinking about the day i was about to have tomorrow. then i slowly fell asleep.

#angst #sam monroe #mommy issues #hayden christensen #cigarette #lana del rey #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #men #stay tuned

[groove-on-boogie-down]

Okay soooooo someone said they caught Anakin shedding a tear after his mask was cut off and like??

Understandably Vader is in a LOT of pain as his suit malfunctions. But the emotional toll he’s going through? The war with himself, the way he tries to convince himself that Anakin no longer exists inside of him and he’s just the scraps?

His former master leaving him again and not even doing him the favor of finishing the fight or finishing him off? The way he swears to destroy Obi-Wan when he can barely move?

That man is hurting so much it hurts ME.

And Hayden Christensen?? He deserves all the props. To come back to this role after so long and show this duality. He brings so much subtlety and beauty and pain and tragedy to this and it hits so hard. Such a great job.

#hayden christensen #really really deserves the props #ewan mcgregor #too. they play off each other so we’ll #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi spoilers #kenobi series #obi wan kenobi series #anakin skywalker #darth vader #owk series #owk spoilers

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Can we know more about the "puppy pack motel" fic? Also, is the blind Theo au on ur AO3, or will it be at some point?

The Puppy Pack goes to the Glen Capri (ch 1 is on ao3)

Here's a snippet from ch 6 of 7

No sooner than Theo slid the truck to a stop in the lot, the passenger door swung open and his favorite McCall Pack beta vacated the vehicle with a vehemence he had not seen in a while. He turned the key, killing the engine, but made no other move to vacate his seat. The prickle of eyes on him, peeling back the layers of him and trying to dig icy picks into him, had him shaking out his shoulders and rubbing at his nape. Hypervigilance was the name of his game, and had been for a long time, but this was strange. Colder. 

Brett’s snarl as he opened his own door and threw himself out shook Theo loose from his head, jarring him back to reality. He twisted around, reaching for the spare hoodie he had tucked beneath the passenger seat and throwing it on before getting out as well. 

In far too level of a tone to be joking, Brett said, “Alec, I know you can hear me, I swear to god, if I smell anything in the car when I get back, I'm going to rip your fangs out one by one.”

More out of habit and instinct, Theo chuckled and added, loud enough for the wolf’s phone to pick it up, “I have the necessary experience to help with that if you want.” 

Hayden added something after him, but the hollow chill in his chest held too much of his focus for him to quite catch the words. 

Liam’s half-grumbled “Really? That's the one you've decided is your best friend?” should have pulled a smile onto his face. 

Maybe it was the drive. It had been a few months since he had done any driving longer than a couple of hours at a time. 

Regardless of what put him in the odd headspace, he pulled away from the group and made his way to the front desk. Checking in went smoothly. Apparently this was not the first time they have had guests from Beacon Hills and their little troop was not even the biggest group to ever stay from their quaint little hellhole.

#teen wolf #theo raeken #teen wolf fandom #ao3 #teen wolf fanfiction #what a surprise; bring your alibis #puppy pack #puppy pack goes to the glenn capri

[forcemeanakin]

To everyone who has sent something to my inbox:

First of all, thank you for filling my inbox with such amazing ideas! I'm seeing a lot of dilf!Hayden content and I LOVE THAT. FUCK YEAH.

vsangel!reader did that, omg. How great is she, huh?

I also see a lot of requests asking for extensions of this character and yes! I'm super open to continue that saga!

Which leads me to the second point: I'm not ignoring y'all, I swear 😭 I'm just focusing on another piece and I know myself. until I finish it, I cannot start something else or I'll abandon it forever.

So I'm just asking for a bit of patience and understanding. Pls don't let my lack of response prevent you from hitting me with another request or idea. Even if it's just a simple: "PART TWO" lol. Because it helps me stay motivated :)

Have a nice one, everyone! I'll go through your asks as soon as I can <3

#mina answers #mina reacts #anakin skywalker #star wars #sw anakin #anakin #anakin skywalker blog #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #darth vader x you #anakin x reader #vsangel!reader #inbox

[philistiniphagottini]

You know I'm gonna show up whenever you play these games with me 😏

1, 11, or 20? Either one of these is fine, I'm just very curious 🥰

Thank you for being one of the only people on this site that cares. Love you bro <3

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

One-shots, for sure. Multi-chaptered fics require me to actually sort out the chaos in my head and follow a structure. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to write a multi-chaptered fic but I think my ideas are too wild and out there for an audience to enjoy so I'm happy just writing one shots for now.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

There are so many good ones, how dare you make me narrow it down to three.

In Black Silk by sleepingelvhen - Blade x Reader. I love it. I swear I read this at least once a week.

Argent Energy by Synchron - Samuel Hayden x Reader. My favourite story they have written. They are such a good writer and big robot make brain go brrrrrr.

I Got 99 Problems and Those Thighs Ain't One by BardsAmbrosia - Saitama x Reader. Everything they right is an absolute banger to me, but this one in particular I go back and read when I'm feeling self-conscious about my weight and it makes me feel a little bit better.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Oh gosh, yeah I have noticed particular sentences or phrases that I love to use. I don't mind, there's a reason I like using those sets of words lol. As for themes, I write a lot of smut without plot and brother, I ain't gonna stop anytime soon.

Thanks for playing :)

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[georgiapeach30513]

Keys in Your Ignition, Part 20

Summary: the final part of Christmas, and the birth of Sailor Rogers

Pairings:  Hayden X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, the beginnings of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.4K

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Series Masterlist

*dividers by @firefly-graphics​

“Doll,” Hayden whispers as he kisses down the expanse of your body.  “Doll, it’s Christmas,” he giggles a bit before blowing a raspberry on your lower belly, and you push him away from you with your hand.  “Nope, you will wake up.”

“I need caffeine,” you whine, still not opening your eyes, instead rolling to your belly, but that doesn’t stop Hayden.  Throwing his leg over you, he settles down on your ass, “Ouf, get off me.  Haydes, I need tea.”

“You need this,” the heel of his hand presses into your back, and he gives you a massage.  You moan at the feeling, and Hayden gulps, your ass was right at his crotch, and he would never say anything to you, but you were driving him crazy.  He wanted things to go at your pace, but he was aching.  

“Mmm, Hay-den,” this is not what he needed to hear, but you were enjoying it.  It was an odd sense of trying to figure out what to do.  “Hayden, it feels so good.”

“You two are gross.  I was coming in here to wake you up, and…”

“It’s a damn massage,” you throw a pillow, and miss Curtis completely.  “Now, leave.  Make me tea.”

“No,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.  “You need to get up.  Hayden, you need to get something ready.”

“Oh!  That’s right,” he hops off of you, and runs towards the door, getting a quick fist bump from Curtis.

“What was that?” Curtis shrugs, starting to leave the room.  “Uh-uh, you and him constantly are doing that or high fiving.  What is it?”

“I’m just proud the little dude is getting someone worth having, alright?  Is that so bad?  Now, go wake up your brother.  Mom is ready to spoil Tulip again.  I shutter to think what she’ll do when one of us starts to give her a grandchild,” you stop your movements, giving him an odd look.  “I mean, she refers to you as her child.  Not that you and Hayden need to have a child.”

“Right.  Right, that was completely how I took it,” Curtis raises his eyebrow as you start to walk away, and grabs your arm, “What?”

“But you two would make pretty babies,” you jab him in his side, and he chuckles as you watch down the hall.  “You know it’s true!  Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” without turning around, you hold up your middle finger walking to wake your brother up.

They were adorable.  Still fast asleep and spooned up against the other.  Steve’s hand rests on her large belly, and even Sailor gives her temporary home a roll and a kick.  It was like she knew her dad was holding her.  You and Steve might not have the best relationship, but you were proud of him.  

He had his own set of issues with the MC, and he came out on top.  Had recently been looking around the neighborhood for a garage to open up his own business.  Ready to move to the suburbs, and be a husband.  That little ring on Tulip’s finger just glistened in the first morning light.  

“Steve.  Tulip,” you whisper, and her eyes open immediately.  “That was quick.”

“I don’t sleep well anymore.  Miss Ma’am takes up a lot of room, and I don’t think I can make it another month,” she groans, going to sit up, and Steve wakes, helping her to sit up.  And he gives her the most tender kisses on her shoulders.  “You ma’am, need to quit moving so much.  I swear, she’s just like you already, Doll.”

“I told you to quit saying that,” Steve gives you a smile, and you walk closer to feel your niece moving around.  You loved this.  Had worried that Tulip might find it annoying with all the hands over her, but thankfully Steve seemed to be the type that would advocate for her when she had reached her stopping point.  “She does have your lips though.”

“Oh, stop it,” you bashfully say.  Holding onto the belly, while Sailor rolls around.  Steve’s eyes glance behind you as he watches Hayden, but you’re only worried about the baby.  “One of these days, I’m going to give you a cousin to love on.”

Hayden never stops staring at you.  He had decided weeks ago that he would marry you.  He knew that when you were ready, you would make the most beautiful and perfect family for both of you.  He couldn’t wait, even though he rather enjoyed this discovery that he’s doing with you.  Everyday was something new.  He happens to catch Steve’s gaze, and his cheeks go all rosey.  

Steve nods his head smiling.  He remembers that with his Tulip.  Things happened so quickly with her, and while he wants to see his sister just as happy as him, he hopes this new kid takes his time.  “Uh, I got your tea ready.”

“Sailor, your uncle Hayden is a smart man,” you gulp, realizing you said that out loud, but you also don’t want to back down now.  Tulip gives you a kind smile, she knows how quickly you were falling.  “Now, we’ve got to go check and see if the cookies that uncle Curtis left out are gone.  But first, warm tummies, and caffeine in my system.”

Hayden grabs at your hand as you walk past, sliding it to wrap around your waist.  This was already shaping up to be the best Christmas that you can remember.  The house looked like it was made of gingerbread, and there was so much love.  There might not be a ton under the tree, but just having everyone there, and knowing next year there would be a little baby to share it with.

“I think there’s a couple more presents for you, sweetheart,” Tara gives a wink to her youngest son, and he jumps up to get his present.  Walking a small little bag over to you, and you give him a questioning look.

“Just open it,” still looking at him, your hand touches on a piece of paper and you pull it out to see a picture of a golden retriever, and you’re back to looking at him, “She’s having puppies.  I thought…I wanna adopt a dog with you.  I’ve already got some schooling lined up for the puppy, but if you don’t want to do that, I did get you a really nice blanket.”

“But we don’t live together.  And after school…you’re wanting to move back here, and — are you moving back in with your parents?”

“No.  No, um…dad?” You look over at Howard, he slaps a hand over his face.  “I’m kinda drowning over here.  You wanna help me out?”

“Honey, why don’t you open this up, before we go on to another gift,” she hands you an envelope from Bunker College, but you still felt you were missing something.  “This came in the other day.

Slowly you open the thick envelope.  Staring at the acceptance letter.  You and Howard had sent off your application weeks ago.  Choking on your tears when you look up at Howard and Tara, “I got in,” Tara does a little cheer as she starts picking up the discarded wrapping paper.  “But…”

“Now, here’s this,” Howard says, handing over a homemade scholarship with your name on it.  “I know that money has been a concern for your schooling.  But…”

“I can’t accept this.”

“You will.  This is money that we’ve been sitting on.  It was,” he looks over at his wife, who moves closer to him, grabbing his hand.  “It was Jessie’s.  Each of our children had a college fund, and she never used hers past one semester.  It just didn’t seem right to use it on ourselves, so it sat there.  It feels right to use it now.”

Your fingers tap over Hayden’s leg, and you go to get up, but sit back down, “If you need to go to the back porch,” Howard starts, but you shake your head.  “The school isn’t far from here.  You and Hayden, if he wants, are more than welcome to stay here, but with the leftover money, and then a bit more, we did something.”

“Howard, Tara, no,” you’re unsure exactly what they did, but with the look he was giving you, it was spending more money.

“I know it’s sudden, but the leftover and a bit more, not much was used…look at it as a loan.  You can pay it all back, after you graduate.  You can let Hayden move in if you’d like,” he holds up a key, and your vision goes blurry.  “Sweetheart, I don’t think you’ve realized how much you have repaired our family.  Curtis,” Howard looks over at him, and Curtis’ hand rubs over his neck.

“I’m moving back in here.  You didn’t even mention that I wasn’t wearing a cut.  Merry Christmas,” walking over to you, he gives you a kiss to your head, “And thank you,” he rubs on your hand, “Moving back here is only temporary.  Gotta find another house for sale.”

“We needed you more than you needed us.  You’re never going to take Jessie’s place.  But you gave us hope.  You showed us a daughter’s love.  And no amount of money could ever thank you for that.  My husband and son have a relationship again, and I’ve never seen my baby happier.”

“I…” you try to breathe.

“Doll, let’s go outside,” Steve stands up, and pulls at your hand.  Even though you enjoyed Hayden’s warmth, you couldn’t breathe.  Heaving as he leads you to the back porch, even grabbing up a blanket for you.  Opting to sit in the swing instead of the steps, he wraps an arm around you.  “They love you.”

“No one has ever been that kind to me.”

“Yeah, we suck,” he chuckles.  Your eyes focus on the falling snow, while you try and process everything.  “They asked me first.  You know, what I thought about all that.  Doll, you deserve this.  After all you’ve been through, and all that you can do, take it.”

“I just…I feel I’m taking advantage of them if I do.”

“Really?” You turn to look at him, but quickly move your head to rest on his shoulder.  “The Everett's, they're not going to do anything for someone that isn’t appreciative.  They were just sitting on that money.  They were all broken in their own way after Jessie, and they needed this, too.  Curtis got to save you, when everything he tried didn’t work with Jessie.  Howard and Curtis are talking again.  Tara is getting to have these sweet moments that she didn’t with her daughter.  She’s getting to teach you how to cook, and Doll, they’re happy.  Let them have this, and do this for you.”

“They bought me a house.”

“Sounded like they want you to pay for what wasn’t spent with the college fund.”

“A house I have wanted for a family,” you finally look at Steve, not ashamed to look away anymore.  “How did you know that Tulip was the one?”

“She makes me laugh and smile.  Makes me think about the future.  Made me want this,” his head flicks over to the house.  “I never wanted a girl past what was in between her legs.  I know it’s gross, and I should have seen that’s how someone could see you, but I didn’t think about it.  I cared about Tulip.  She didn’t give me what I wanted.  She gave me what I needed.  Someone to talk to. Someone to plan with, and learn with.  Kinda like that stupid kid, huh?”

“He’s different.  I loved Bucky.  Part of me always will.  But the way I feel for Hayden is different.  It’s fast in ways, but slow in others.  It isn’t a fast and hard relationship; it’s tender and sweet, and Steve,” you take a deep breath, ready to speak it into existence, “I wanna marry him.  Not tomorrow or anything.  But I want that dog with him.  I want that house with him.  Make memories there with him and our dog.  Me to finish school, and I know he’s going to be so proud of me.  I want this simple and sweet wedding, and he carries me over the threshold, and then I want to make babies with him.  Fill that house up with babies that are noisy and sticky, and…it’s fast and not fast enough with us.  I want everything with Hayden.  I want our first argument about which place to order pizza from to be in that house.  And I want to decorate it every season, and I want to make him proud of me.”

“Oh, Doll, he is.  He’s so proud of you.  And I’m pretty sure he wants all that with you, too.  You should have seen his face when he was watching you hold the bump.  He’s in love with you, and you deserve that white picket fence, and two point five kids, your soccer mom car, and a to go tea cup in your hand.  You’re going to make the best wife and mother someday, but just…take your time.  There’s no rush.  I mean, a dog, a house, and going to school. That's a big deal, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.  Now, put the Everett’s out of their misery, and accept that gift, that way we can check the inside of this famous Doll house.”

You and Hayden run into the apartment, cheeks heated and noses cold from the wind.  Ice skating was interesting.  Both of you were horrible, but you laughed every time that you would fall down, making for a fun afternoon.  Slinging off your coat, and slipping off your shoes you move more into the apartment, ready to get on something that wasn’t sodden with ice.  “No!” Hayden screeches when you close the door to the bathroom.

“Doll face, let me in.  It’s very rude to waste water, and if we’re together,” his head presses up against the door when he hears the water turn on.  “My ass is cold, too.  You’re such a tease,” you choose to ignore him as you wash your body.  You need a moment to think.  Rubbing the washcloth over your chilled skin, you wonder if you should be trying to talk yourself out of what you were feeling.

He was your boyfriend.  You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, and things were perfect today.  He was quickly approaching the end of his year with Harvard, and was graduating.  You had made plans to move in together afterwards.  Taking your puppy into your dream house.  He still mumbles on the side of the door, and it makes you giggle.

Hayden never pressured you for anything more than what you were comfortable with, and you were more than comfortable with him.  Forgoing drying off, you grab one of his button up shirts out of the hamper, and swing the door wide open.  He might have been whining to shower with you, but he managed to get everything off, but his jeans, and put a hoodie back on.

“It was cold.  My nipples are very hard.  Feel them,” looping a finger into his belt loop, you pull him closer to you.  Your chest already heaving with your deep breaths, and he undoes the first button on his shirt.  “Your nipples look cold, too,” when you don’t respond his hands fall to his side, and you undo his belt buckle.  Letting you navigate the next movements, “We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” unbuttoning his pants, Hayden’s hips poke forward and closer to you, and you find yourself arching into him.  It felt right.

“You don’t need to do this.”

“I.  Want.  To,” you reaffirm.  You hadn’t been more sure of anything in your life.  You wanted this.  You wanted all of Hayden.

“You’re sure?” You smile at him with a little giggle, nodding your head, and he pulls at your hips, bringing them right to his body.  His hands glide down your back, following your curves.  Moving back up, he starts to slowly undo each button before holding the shirt out on either side of you.  “You look good in my shirt.”

“I’m glad,” you whisper out.  Your breathing catching in your throat with the way he looks over your body.

“It’ll look better on the floor though,” his hands go to cup your ass, and he lifts you up.  Letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you into the bedroom.  Gently laying you down, he shimmies out of his pants, and throws his hoodie into the floor.  Pushing that button up off your body, he picks it up, and lets it drop to the floor, “See?”

“Hayden, I love you.”

“I love you,” he says before crawling over top of you.  His knee goes in between your thighs, and even the slightest touch makes you whimper out his name.  “It’s not that I didn’t want to,” he starts pulling off of your lips with a pop, “I have wanted to.”

“And now, your girlfriend is ready.  Hayden, I’m ready,” Hayden crashes his lips into yours, moaning when you grind over his thigh.  You pull him down closer to you, and moan out his name when his cock is heavy on your thigh.  

He lifts off of you, sitting up to fist his cock, and you spread your legs wider, “You’re sure?”

“So sure,” whispering because you’re afraid this was all a dream.  Your fingers feel over your slit, and there was no preparation needed.  You were soaked, ready to take him for the first time.  “Hayden.”

He brings his body lower as he lines himself up.  Eyes dark and full blown with lust, and he doesn’t even know what he wants to watch.  You looked so pretty laying there in anticipation, and your cunt looked so damn inviting.  He watches as his tip glistening with precum rubs over your bundle of nerves, sliding it down until he breaches your entrance, and his eyes float back to look at you.

Slowly pushing through your velvety walls, and you cling to his arms.  Hayden doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep, and panting over top of you.  Your hands move to pet over his face gently.  Your thumb tracing over his trembling lip, “Haydes, you okay?”

“Yeah.  Yep.  Yes, this…this was worth the wait.  Yep.  God, you feel — yeah, wow.”

“We don’t have anything planned for tomorrow.  We can go all night.”

“Yep.  Wait, I didn’t get a condom.  Fuck,” your grab at his waist, and shake your head, “What?”

“We got tested.  I’ve got an IUD.  We’re safe.”

“Right.  Yeah, we’re safe,” he drags himself out of you, and slides in even slower.  “Doll, I’m gonna marry you.”

“You’re not asking me, are you?”

“No.  Not unless this is how you want to be asked,” you giggle at him, and shake your head no.  “Okay, yeah, I’m not asking.  It would be weird, and somehow romantic to ask you while I’m inside of you.”

“Shh,” you whisper, lifting off the bed to kiss him.  Your hand presses over his heart, and you realize why he’s talking like this, “Every part of me is yours, Hayden Elias Everett, and I’m not going anywhere.  So please, calm down before you have a heart attack.”

“Okay,” movements after your words are smooth.  Giggles still happen as you switch positions.  Especially when you knock on his shoulder, pushing him to lay on the bed.  Going to straddle him, and he stares up at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world.  His fingers digging into your supple skin.  He couldn’t get enough of you.  

Working your body over him, but you weren’t close enough, so he pulls you down to him.  Sucking on your lip, while he stabs up into you.  The two of you finally become one, and you know even without a ceremony of marriage, that he was yours.  Bonding your souls in this moment, and there would never be another.  

You lean back, using your hands to keep you upright, and give him the view of his lifetime.  His eyes move from your face, to your tits, and then to where you connect.  Your cute little clit needing some stimulation, and he gives you that relief.  Smooth circles over your nub, while he watches his goddess.  You were magnificent.  He couldn’t even put into words how amazing you were.  “Cupcake feels amazing and Pumpkin loves my touch.”

“They both love your touch, Haydes.”

The two of you are in a different dimension despite the amount of times your phone was going off.  Nothing else mattered but you and Hayden.  This was a new start to your life with him, and you couldn’t wait to do it again and again and again.

“Dammit, Doll,” Curtis slings his phone over on the seat of the car as he rushes to yours and Hayden’s apartment.  Steve had quit calling him, but now Steve couldn’t because he was holding his girlfriend’s hand while your niece was being delivered.

“What could possibly be more important than Sailor being born?  Even mom and dad are already at the hospital,” he grumbles to himself.  He looks up at the apartment window, and it sure looked like you were home, “If there’s anything wrong with her.”

Curtis gives a nod to the doorman, and can’t get to the apartment fast enough.  Even receiving a picture of the newborn from Steve.  Serves you right for not picking up the phone.  He doesn’t even knock, just uses his key to get in, and he realizes quickly what was so important.  Clothes sporadically on the floor, and the barely closed door, your moans and bed squeaks, makes him turn around the opposite direction.

“Ahem.”

“Oh shit,” you get off of Hayden, and pull the covers up around you, “It’s not what it looks like?” Even you don’t believe the lie, and Hayden chuckling doesn’t help.

“You mean, you’re not really fucking my brother.”

“No.”

“Not right now you’re not, but before I cleared my throat you weren’t?  You know refusal to answer is not helping your case.”

“Why are you here?” Hayden asks, kissing along your sweaty skin again.  You don’t know how you weren’t beyond exhausted.  It had been a long evening, and night.  Looking over at the clock, you realize it was becoming a long morning.  “It’s in the middle of the night.”

“Was this the first time?  Or was it like eight hours ago?  Because Steve and I have been trying to call you.  You have a niece,” you fall out of the bed trying to get clothes, and you turn back around to apologize to Hayden.

“I’m sure this was a perfect stopping point,” standing up, he wraps his arms around your waist, “I’m sure you…”

“Get fucking dressed and let’s go!  Stop with your fucking pillow talk.  Damn, I’ll grab some Tylenol, I’m sure you’re going to be sore and tender.  Geeze, you’d think you two have never had sex before,” while you might have, there was nothing that compared to the way that Hayden made you feel.  He was adding to your happiness, and it was the happiest of feelings ever.

You all but run down the hall ready to meet this perfect angel.  Opening up the door to see Tara holding the baby all snug, while Howard stares down at her, “She is the sweetest little guppy,” his voice cracking with every word. Tulip looks up at you, and snorts.  You were positively glowing.  Clothes that didn’t even match and they were not properly buttoned, hair a mess, and Hayden didn’t look any better.

“Rough night?”

“Tulip delivered a baby, and looks better than you,” Steve rolls his eyes.  He hated thinking about you in that way.  “Now, you gotta fight Nini and…?”

“Poppy,” Howard answers, but never looks away from Sailor.  “But if she wants to call me something else, she’s allowed to.  Look at her,” he finally glances up at you, and Hayden and rolls his eyes, “She’s perfect.  Tara, let Doll hold her newest relative, and we’ll go do a coffee and tea run.  I’m sure some of us need some caffeine.”

Walking closer, you let Tara hand off the baby, and you coo down at her sweet face.  She really was perfect.  You pet around her skin, and wonder how something so pure could ever happen in this world.  

“Dude,” Curtis whispers, smacking at Hayden’s stomach.  “You keep looking at her, like you want to put your own baby in her.”

“She looks good like that.”

“I’m guessing you two just had sex for the first time, so maybe lay off being a horny bastard, okay?  Now, go hold your niece, and let's see if she gets all hot and bothered.  You two are going to unleash some breeding kink seeing each other hold a baby.”

“Not yet.  But one day,” he says, walking over to you.  Pressing a kiss onto your temple, and you offer her up to be held, “Doll, you take all the time you need, baby.  I know how much you’ve waited to hold her,” and you had.  You waited a long time to hold onto a beautiful baby girl, but you were not prepared for this.  Even her being just your niece was overwhelming.  You didn’t realize how much you could love someone you just met.  You heart bursting with adoration for this beautiful baby.

“Steve, Tulip, she’s perfect,” a sweet moment, slightly ruined by Curtis walking by to give a high five to Hayden.

“Seriously?  That’s why you wouldn’t answer your phone?” Your brother glares at you.

“Wook at dis sweet wittle baby, Stevie.  You did such a good job of making dis beautiful angel,” Steve rolls his eyes at you, but all it takes is for Tulip to place a calming hand on his arm, and he’s back to relaxing.

“You look happy,” she mouths at you, and you respond with a nod.  Looking down at the precious babe, and you lean over on Hayden.  You knew that one of these days, that this was going to be you and him.  But for now, you’re just going to enjoy this moment.  It was simple.  It was a dream.  And yes, it was perfect.

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[darkeralmond]

MAMA KNOWS BEST

TREVOR ZEGRAS X FEM! OC

october series

synopsis: hayden and her friends go up to her mom’s house in huntington beach

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.6k

a/n: okay but did yall see trevor and dixie’s hard launch???? INSANE.

It had been a couple of days since Trevor and I's "situation" which Wes had walked in on, but he kept quiet about it for the rest of the other two since we both knew they would flip out. Trevor left for Nashville yesterday to play against the Predators. Our date night Friday felt like years away, but I had to take it one step at a time. It was the first Monday of November and the radio stations had already been corrupted by Christmas music.

Alex complained about it, whining about how it was too early for them to play Christmas music, but Mal and I disagreed. Listening to all this Christmas music Mal played from the Alexa in our living room as the 4 of us lounged around reminded me so much of my mom. I proposed the question to the group, "You guys wanna have a beach day at my mom's place?" I prayed they would say yes just so I could see her and update her about life recently.

One by one they agreed, Wes exclaimed, "I haven't seen Ms. Janene in so long!" Though Wes grew up with me because of his mom, Karina, being my mom's all-time best friend, he still called my mom 'Ms. Janene'.

I texted my mom to see if she was home and if we could come up to her house, and she said yes. The group split up after we got my mom's approval and got ready for our beach trip. I put on a two-piece black bathing suit, throwing on a white halter tank top and jorts over top. I paired it with my sunglasses and white Birkenstocks. I covered up the dark purple hickeys Trevor left on my neck with color corrector and foundation. I then grabbed my tote bag and grabbed my book, annotation kit, Airpods, a portable charger plus cord, and wallet. I went into the kitchen and grabbed my navy blue off-brand hydro flask, filling it up with water.

It didn't take long for the others to finish getting ready. We didn't bring a lot since my mom's house was right on the beach. Jacob, her boyfriend and the perfect guy for her, owned some sort of online company that made him loaded, so he bought a house for him and her to live in together which was right by the water.

"You guys ready?" I asked as I grabbed my car keys.

🎵

It was only supposed to be a 40-minute drive up to Huntington, but it took almost an hour due to traffic. When we finally made it to the house, I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. We all piled out of the car and like excited children trick-or-treating, Alex and Weston ran up to the door. I was more focused on the Christmas decorations that were already up, it hadn't even been a week since Halloween. Alex was the first to make it to the doorbell which gave him the honor of ringing it. Mal and I finally made it up to the porch when the door opened.

Jacob had a wide smile on his face as he greeted the boys. "Hey! Come on in," he invited as he moved out of the way for us all to enter. When we all made it inside, we each got a hug from him. Each of us took our shoes off and lined them up by the front door. "Your mom is in the kitchen." I knew he intended to say that for just me, but my mom felt like everyone's mom, especially Weston's.

"Thanks, Jacob," I said as I led the group through the large arch door frame that led to the kitchen. There my mom was, taking cookies out of the oven and placing them on top of the stove. "Hi, mama!"

She turned back to me and flashed an enthusiastic grin as she threw the mitts off. "Hi, sweet pea!" She rushed over to me and gave me a tight hug. "I missed you so much!" She gave me a kiss on my forehead. She then turned to the rest of my party and said, "I missed you too, children!" She gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I could hear the Christmas music coming from the living room which is where Jacob kept the record player his dad had gifted to him before he passed away. "You guys came at the perfect time, just let the cookies cool down for a bit and then they'll be good to eat. Go get yourselves comfortable in the living room and I'll bring them out."

"Yes, ma'am!" Alex skipped to the living room and flopped onto his favorite spot on the couch. Mal popped down next to him and Weston and I sat on the couch we claimed. I found out that the vinyl my mom had playing was Ella Fitzgerald's Christmas album, 'Ella Wishes You A Swinging Christmas'.

Shortly after we sat down on the couch, Jacob also joined us. He sat on his reclining chair like he always had since they bought the house. My mom came out with cookies a couple of minutes later and placed the Christmas-themed plate in the center of the glass coffee table. Jacob reached for a cookie, but my mom slapped his hand away. "Let the kids get some first!" she tutted. Each of us got a cookie quickly, and then Jacob got one. "Hayden and Wes, will you come with me to get some hot chocolate?"

"Yes, mama!" I sprung up from my spot on the couch along with Weston and made our way to the kitchen with my mom.

She grabbed 6 mugs from the cabinet above the dishwasher and lined them up along the countertop. "How have you guys been?" she asked as she made her way over to the refrigerator. "Could you grab some hot cocoa mix from the pantry?"

Wes and I made our way over to the pantry and grabbed 6 packets. I decided I would answer first since I didn't think Wes really wanted to talk about Alejandro. "I've been good," I said as she poured the milk into the milk boiler on the stove.

"Yeah, she's got herself a little boyfriend now," Wes added as he nudged me with his elbow playfully. I rolled my eyes and laughed with red cheeks.

"Do you really?" My mom's eyes lit up as a smile grew on her face. "What's his name?" She turned on the boiler and then turned to me, leaning against the counter with one hand.

"Well, we're not dating yet, we're just seeing each other," I had a sheepish smile on my face as I answered. "His name is Trevor and he's really sweet."

"I'm sure he is," Weston chimed in, now causing me to nudge him with my elbow. He laughed at my attempt to keep him quiet.

My mom giggled a bit and said, "Oh, you two. Spill what's going on. What does he do?"

"He plays hockey for the Anaheim Ducks." I sat down on a stool near the island in the middle of the unnecessarily large kitchen.

She gasped, "You got yourself a professional athlete! You're officially a WAG like Taylor Swift." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I'm serious, that's a huge thing. I'm happy that you're happy, sweet pea." She then turned to Wes who sat down next to me and asked him how he was doing. He sighed as a faint smile appeared on his face. "Well, I found out that Alejandro left me for one of my best friends, now my ex-best friend, so I'm not doing the best." My mom gave him a sympathetic look as came over to the island where we were. "But nothing like how shocked I was to find Hayden on top of Trevor as he gave her hickeys."

I gasped loudly and covered his mouth, my cheeks flushed bright red. My mom gasped as she looked over at me. "Oh, my God, Wes! I do not need to know this stuff about my daughter!" she snorted as she looked back at me. "But the fact you tried to hide them from me like a high schooler is hilarious. Foundation?" I nodded my head, embarrassed. "The trick, sweet pea, is using a cold spoon to get rid of the color." She then looked over at my neck and winced, "Yeah, I can kind of see the dark marks. Holy shit, they're huge!"

"Can we please stop talking about my hickeys?" I begged, causing my mom and Weston to laugh.

It took a moment for me to come back from the embarrassment of my mom finding out Trevor had marked my neck up and lecturing me about how I to get rid of them better. She poured the now warm milk into the mugs and Wes and I mixed in the cocoa. My mom decorated them with whipped cream, marshmallows, and red and green sprinkles. Each of us took 2 cups out and handed them off to Alex, Mal, and Jacob.

Jacob thanked my mom and took a sip of his hot cocoa. He then asked Alex and Mal, "So how long have you two been together now?"

Both of them became a flustered mess as they both looked at each other with wide eyes and anxious smiles. Like I said, they looked and acted like a couple. "We're not dating," they said in sync. My mom shot a doubtful glance at me as she took a sip of her hot cocoa causing me to crack a small smile. Alex then stuffed a cookie in his mouth while Mal took a long sip of her hot cocoa. It was all hysterical and brought the attention off me for a bit.

🎵

We hung out in the house longer than I thought we would, but we eventually went down to the water. My mom had given us towels for us to use and beach chairs. Alex grabbed a volleyball from my old bedroom and brought to the beach with us. The beach was exclusively for Shoreside residents and guests of the residents, you needed special permission to be able to access the beach. Since everyone around Shoreside knew Pink Slip, they knew we were special guests of both Jacob and my mom.

I set up my chair next to Mal's and soaked up the sun's rays. Weston and Alex were already running down to the water, splashing around like children. Jacob decided to stay up at the house, so my mom decided to accompany us. She sat down next to us on her beach chair and enjoyed her time with her two favorite girls. I'm an only child, so having a close group of best friends like this meant they were constantly around like family which my mom loved since she wanted more kids. "So, what else has been going on with you guys? Any music coming up?"

Mal turned to my mom and smiled brightly. "Actually, yeah! You know Hayden's writing songs for our new album coming up?"

"I did not!" My mom turned to me appalled. "That's great, sweet pea. What all do you have right now?"

I know I told Trevor that no one other than me and my bandmates were allowed to know about upcoming music, but technically I broke that rule since I decided to add 'Halley's Comet' to the album. Plus, she's my mom! Of course, I was gonna tell her what was going on. "I really only have two songs right now," I answered.

"Really?" Mal's eyebrows furrowed as a smile plastered her face. "What else did you write?"

"Well, I found something from my old sophomore year songbook," I replied. "Trevor's request."

"Of course it is," Mal teased. "Did you know your daughter is practically dating a famous hockey player?"

My mom glanced over at me and chuckled, "Yes, I do." She implied that she knew more than she needed to with her tone of voice, but Mal didn't pick up on it.

She instead grabbed her phone and pulled something. She then handed the phone over to my mom with a picture of Trevor and me from when we were with Jamie and him. "That's them together. Aren't they adorable?"

My mom put her sunglasses on the top of her head as she brought the screen closer to her face and squinted her eyes. "Oh, I remember that boy! He was at Jacob's mom's party, such a sweetheart. I think he's a good pick," she said as she winked.

"I think so too," I replied. "He's currently in Nashville for a game tomorrow, then he's going to Colorado for another game the next day. When he gets back, he's taking me out to dinner."

"Do you know where yet?" Mal asked as she took her phone back from my mom.

I shook my head. "I think he's surprising me or he's waiting until it's closer to Friday to tell me."

"You guys coming in the water or are you just gonna gossip the whole time?" Alex yelled from the water, his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice louder. He was drenched, breathing heavily like a child. Wes came up from behind him and hopped on his back. He yelped, "You asshole!" Mal and I laughed loudly as we got from our chairs and stripped down to our bathing suits before running to the water.

🎵

I sat on the carpet with my songbook and keyboard, going through the process of writing a song. "It is currently November 2nd, 2023. Uh, it's just me this time trying to write some music." I felt like being isolated in my room writing would get me the best results for something more personal. While playing random keys on the keyboard, my mind kept running back to Trevor and I making out on the floor and my only thoughts being 'I'm falling in love again'.

I played a couple of chords on the piano and sang, almost in a hum, "Uh oh, I'm falling in love. Oh no, I'm falling in love again... Oh, I'm falling in love." I quickly moved my hands from the keys to my songbook and pen, writing those lyrics down as the chorus. I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to remember any other thoughts from that night.

"Downward spiral," I muttered. "Downward spiral. Downward spiral..." By repeating it out loud, I thought it would help me come up with a line. I gasped and clasped my hands together as I said, "I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?!" A bright smile formed on my face as I scribbled that lyric down on the songbook. I repeated this process and with the help of my memory with Trevor and my caffeinated tea, I was able to come up with 'Labyrinth'.

I recorded myself lazily singing on my MacBook and moved that recording to GarageBand. Now it was time to come up with some sort of instrumental track to match the vibe of the song. I had snuck a glance down at the voice memo I was recording on my phone, I had been here for almost an hour. I figured this song could use some piano, a different sound on the electric guitar, and a quieter bass and drum sound. With that, I came up with 3 different demos and decided to call it a night. The deadline I assigned myself was December 10th, which meant there was a little over a month left for me to write all 7 more songs, collect everyone to learn them, get Aubrey's approval, and then record them. I should've started this sooner.

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[topazy]

Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood

Chapter: 5.08

Your cheeks flush red as Liam kisses the side of your neck, between telling you each time he’s going to check up on you.

“You don’t need to worry about me so much,” you smile. “We share most of the same classes anyway.”

“I know, but I don’t want to risk it.”

You lean in and lock your lips with his again. You wouldn't have spent the rest of your morning like that if it wasn’t for the fact that your grades were starting to slip. When you pulled back, you noticed Hayden walking towards you, holding tissues to her nose. “Hayden? What’s wrong?”

She moves her hand and reveals the silver liquid dripping down from her nose. “Please don’t tell anyone,” she begs. “They don’t come out during the day anyway. I'll be fine for a few more hours, then I’ll figure something out.”

You share a worried look with Liam. You offer her a small smile and say, “We won’t say anything right now. But you’ll catch up with us before school finishes?”

The brunette agrees before heading off to class.

“Are you sure this is the right thing?” Liam whispers in your ear.

“I hope so.”

—

You knock on the door leading into the boys' locker room. Mason had already told you that everyone aside from the person you were looking for had left when he passed you in the hallway. You pushed the door open slightly, “Scott, You in here?”

“Uh, yeah.”

You walk further into the changing rooms that smelled of sweat and teenage boys. You approach the benches in the middle of the room that Scott is sitting on. His hands are clasped together as he looks down at the ground. You sit beside him. “I’m bummed she's gone as well, but Kira knows what she’s doing. And she’ll be back before we know it.”

Scott tries to offer you a smile, but his sadness prevents the smile from fully forming on his lips. You open your school bag and pull out a pile of envelopes that were held together by an elastic band. “I know you have a lot going on, but I found these the other night and thought you might want them.”

He takes them from your hand and looks at them curiously, “What are they?”

“Letters from Allison,” you say, opening one of them up, revealing a photo of your cousin and Scott. “She used to send me updates all the time.”

Scott stares at them with a blank expression, and you regret showing them to him instantly. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him further. “Sorry, I… I was looking for something and thought you’d maybe want to keep some of the photos. She talked about you, Lydia, Isaac, and Stiles a lot.”

“We took this on her birthday,” he chuckles. “We got into so much trouble for skipping school that day. I’m pretty sure my mom grounded me.”

You sit in a comfortable silence, looking at the different pictures you've brought him. When you wince slightly from the pain in your arm, Scott places his hand on top of yours and takes the pain away. “Why haven’t you got that checked out?”

You shrug, “It’s not a big deal.”

He turns and looks at you, and his eyes soften with disappointment, knowing that you lied to him. “Let me see.”

You roll up your sleeve and he grimaces at the sight. Although your cut was healing, the skin around it had turned a dark purple colour. You’d done more damage than you first thought.

“Lu, you need to get that looked at. You might need an x-ray.”

A lump forms in the back of your throat, “It’s nothing.” You were fine with bearing the pain until it healed on its own, but you knew by the look on Scott’s face that he wasn’t. “I can’t go back to the hospital.”

“I know that you are scared,” he says softly. “But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how to help.”

He watches you tense, and he can see the combination of emotions on your face as you try to make sense of what you’re feeling. “When I hallucinated I was back in the hospital before I remembered my aunt Victoria being there, I forgot about that. I’m scared that if I go back in for real I’ll remember something I don’t want to.”

He gives you a sympathetic look and says, “Are you scared of Kate?”

Your brows furrow at the mention of your mom. “Yes, and no.”

His eyes hardened at your words. Despite hearing stories all your life about how evil and violent all alphas were, the one sitting in front of you would prove any skeptic wrong. Scott doesn't care about power, he cares about people, which he shows daily by going to extreme lengths to protect his friends. “I’ve never fully thanked you for not shunning me the moment I came to town. I couldn’t have been easy to trust after all my family’s done to you.”

“You are not your family,” he says seriously. “Besides, not all Argents are… murderous.”

The playfulness in his tone eases the heavy tension. “For real? My grandpa, mom, uncle, and aunt have all…”

You trail off when another memory of that night in the hospital flashes before your eyes, but this time you can make out what your auntie was saying. Chris can never know about this.

Scott waved his hand in front of you, gaining your attention. “You zoned out for a minute. Are you okay?”

A horrifying realisation hits you hard, bringing tears of frustration to your eyes. She knew who your real dad was. “I think I’ve just started to remember.”

—

“Hey, do you mind if I sit with you?”

You look up to see Theo standing next to you, “of course.” You shove your bag to the side to make space for him. “You got a free period?”

“No,” he says quietly. He glanced at you nervously, “I just- I just really need to talk to someone.”

You are taken aback by the distress in his voice. You ignore your phone that’s continuously vibrating in your pocket to talk to him. “Theo, what is it? What’s going on?”

He looks around the room, swiping at his eyes, trying to hide his fallen tears. When his gaze locks with yours, it becomes too much for him and he starts to cry softly, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this here. Can we go somewhere else to talk?”

You nod and quickly shove your belongings into your bag and follow him into an empty music room.

You watch as Theo slumps against the wall and slowly slides to the ground. He meets your gaze again when you sit down beside him. “What’s happened?”

He rubs his sleeve against his eyes. “You are the last person I want to drag into this, but I don’t know who else to turn to. Scott already has so much going on, but I can’t keep this to myself anymore. It’s eating me up on the inside.”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Stiles killed Donovan.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “What are you talking about?”

“You remember his shoulder injury, right?” You nod. “Donovan did that. He attacked Stiles at school.”

You chew on your bottom lip, refusing to believe what he’s saying. Stiles was the good guy, not a killer.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be telling you this. I know you guys are close. But I saw Stiles hit him with the wrench, and he just kept hitting him.”

Everything Theo says next blurs into one sentence. Stiles killed someone.

You shake your head again, starting to grow frustrated. “Stiles wouldn’t do that! He would never hurt anyone!”

“I know how desperately you want to believe that, but he didn’t just hurt someone. He killed them.”

You stand up, “I need to go talk to him.”

“Lu, wait!” Theo calls from behind you. “He’s dangerous, okay? You can’t be alone with him, it’s not safe, and you can’t tell the others yet. I’m on my way to tell Scott right now.”

“Okay,” you say in agreement. “I’ll let Scott speak to him first. That’s only fair.”

Hearing a commotion in the hallway, Theo runs out of the room to see what’s happening. You look down at your phone and see multiple missed calls and texts from Liam.

—

“Oh my god, Lu! It’s Corey!” Hayden says as she runs towards you down the hallway beside Liam.

“Is he dead?”

“No,” Liam confirms. “He’s been taken to hospital, but that means Hayden’s next. We need to go now.”

He grabbed hold of your hand, assuming you were going with them, but you couldn’t leave. Not yet. “Wait,” Liam gives you a pleading look when you let go of his hand. “I have something I need to do first.”

Hayden looks at you bewildered, “What is more important than this? The dread doctors are coming for all of us. All I need to do is collect my wages from the club, and then we can leave.”

“I know, I know, and I will catch up with you guys soon but…” You run your hands through your hair while trying to think of a plan. “If you guys go and get the money from the club, I can get some more at home. But first I need to do this one thing.”

You watch as Liam’s jaw clenches with anger. You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I promise I’ll explain everything after, but I’m running out of time. Just go and I’ll catch up with you later.”

You turn on your heels and start to run in the opposite direction, not giving either of them a chance to argue with you.

—

“Malia, wait!”

Hearing Stiles' voice, you spin around and go in the direction it’s coming from. As you march towards him, your anxiety rises; despite your limited knowledge of what happened in the library, you didn't believe Theo's version of events.

“Have you heard about Corey? Hey!” Stiles frowns as you practically shove him into an empty room and stand in front of the door, blocking it. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I know about Donovan.” Ideally, you would have liked to approach the situation a little more delicately, but you didn’t have time for that, so instead you blurted everything out. “Theo basically just told me you beat him to death in a fit of rage, and is now on his way to tell Scott the exact same thing. He’s trying to poison everyone against you.”

The look on Stiles's face reminded you of the shows where a celebrity would get locked inside a confined space and would start to think they only had a small amount of oxygen to breathe in. That look of not being able to breathe was plastered over his face.

You step forward and grip onto his shoulders. “He’s trying to poison us against you. You need to find Scott and tell him what happened before Theo gets inside his head.”

Stiles pushes down the lump forming in the back of his throat before finally saying, “Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?”

The pain behind his eyes was palpable. Keeping secrets eats away at you. Trust me. You weren’t about to make him rip the bandage off and talk about what happened that night. “I don’t need to. You're my friend. I don’t believe for one second you’d hurt someone if it wasn’t in self-defence.”

“It was an accident.” He lets out a deep sigh, “Are you coming with me to look for Scott?”

“I can’t. I need to go home and then meet Liam and Hayden.”

“I’ll drop you off on the way. Let’s go.”

—

You practically sprint into your apartment from the street. As soon as you unlock the door, you head for your uncle's office and start rummaging through the room for a small silver box containing emergency money and a gun.

“Looking for this?”

Oh shit.

“You know, you're not as stupid as you let on,” Theo says smugly, holding up the box you were looking for and shaking it to tease you. “I could use someone as smart as you in my pack.”

“In your pack?” The realisation hits you, Theo had been behind everything the whole time. “You're not trying to turn Scott against Stiles, you're trying to turn everyone against Scott so you can take his place as alpha.”

“Your smart Y/N, smart enough not to trust me, even when you wanted to do it, you never fully did,” Theo grins.

“What do you want?” You ask, trying to keep your growing fear out of your voice.

“I already told you why I came,” he says before slowly starting to pace around you. “I came for the werecoyote, the one whose first instinct is to kill. I came for the banshee, the girl surrounded by death. I came for the dark kitsune, the beta with anger issues…” Your hands clench at the mention of Liam, which amuses Theo. “I came for void Stiles, that was the pack I came for,” he lets out a dark chuckle. “I never knew who you were until I got here, and now that I know who you are, I want you in my pack as well.”

“Why? I’m just a human. There is nothing I could contribute to your imaginary pack.”

Theo suddenly stops pacing and pushes you into the wall, holding you in place with his arm at your throat. “You are an Argent, and not just any Argent. You’re a hybrid version.”

You tried to wriggle away from him, but the more you struggled, the harder it was for you to breathe.

He brushes your stray hairs away from your face, “so what do you think?There’ll be no pack more powerful than mine.”

You hiss, “Fuck you.”

He cocks his head to the side, “I didn’t think you would join me easily, not without knowing all the facts. If you help me bring down Scott, I can save them.”

“Save who?”

He brushes his lips against your ear, “all of them.”

He eases the pressure off your throat slightly, and you take deep gasps of air. Theo starts to grow impatient, “I know what you really want, and that’s power. I can give it to you. They all see you as a scared little girl who needs saving all the time, but I see your potential. It’s an easy choice to make, death or power.”

“I'd rather die than help you betray Scott.” You hiss, turning your head to him. “He's twice the man and the wolf you will be.”

“There is no one like me.” His voice was calm, but the venom in his tone was obvious. “But you'll find that out soon enough.” He smirked, eyeing you mischievously, “just like Liam has.”

You slap him across the face.

“I didn't want to do this, but I need you gone for my plan to work.” Before you get the chance to question what he means, Theo digs his claws into your stomach. “You could have changed my plan if you’d made the smart decision.”

When he pulls his claws out of you, he pulls out a sharp needle and injects it into your throat while you struggle to put pressure on your stomach. “Your death is going to drive him insane.”

You stumble back and fall to the ground as your vision starts to fade. Theo looks impressed with his handy work before yelling, “She’s in here!”

—

You wake with a start, the memory of Theo stabbing you with his claws fresh in your mind.

Your eyes land on Liam, who’s leaning against the wall for support. You try to get his attention, but when you open your mouth, nothing comes out. You felt almost paralysed in place. Your eyes moved from your boyfriend to the rest of the room as you took in your surroundings, including the iv drip with a blood bag connected to you. You were lying in a hospital bed.

“Hey, she’s awake.”

Hearing Theo’s voice, you internally scream for help. He grins as Liam rushes to your side. He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Hey baby, don’t worry. I’m going to fix this. I’m going to fix you.”

He turns his attention from you to the doorway as Scott enters the room. “She’s getting worse,” Liam says. “She’s had two blood transfusions already but it’s not working. Something is posing her.”

The needle.Whatever Theo injected you with was killing you slowly. You had a feeling you were just a decoy for whatever else he had planned.

“Scott, remember what you promised me. You said you’d do everything you could to save her. If she’s like us, she can heal” Liam starts sobs, “you gotta give her the bite.”

“No.”

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[adri-2022]

Real or Not?

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead / Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Slight swearing / mention of ptsd/ angst/ slight fluff?

Word count: 1267

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A/N: Hi guys so here is another original imagine. I hope everyone likes it. Sending love ����

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PTSD, you weren’t a stranger to it. Ever since your dad had come back from his last tour, that was all you could think about. Here is the thing he had you at a really young age and it had to be tough to grow up so fast, to go from barely taking care of himself to taking full care of you. He was a kid taking care of a kid, he worked while studying, which brought a lot of fights at home with Pat. Apart from all of that he did his best to give you the most normal childhood -of course without including the deployment-.

You had stayed in the care of your grandma until she passed away, then just being Pat and you. This was until you received a call saying that your father was coming home, you knew he wasn’t the same as soon as he saw you. The only expression on his face was nothing, numbness. At the very beginning he didn’t show anything, he locked his feelings as to not bother you with them. But you weren’t stupid, you were his daughter, you knew him like no one else. So, you knew without a doubt that he was giving up, and he was drowning.

You helped him, in trying to express his feelings -even though it didn’t fully work- but now you could have a conversation with him, you could both cry, get mad at each other. Well, you were -Y/N Hayden Halstead- true copy of your dad so it was part of your life promise to help him. But nonetheless there was still a big elephant in the room, one that was bound to break both of you apart.

You were currently looking at the ceiling on your room, third day on your insomnia parade, so, you decided to go and drink water. You were stopped when almost reaching the kitchen, hearing a crashing sound coming from your dad’s room. Without a second thought you sprinted to it, bursting through the door wide eyes as you looked at your dads sitting figure in front of the bed. His head was in his hands, you could hear his silent cries which broke your heart,

“Dad…” at your voice his head snapped up brushing his tears as fast as he could so you wouldn’t notice he was upset -but you already had-.

“I’m alright go to bed” he dismissed your worried glances; you were about to turn around knowing he wanted to be alone but jumped when you heard an explosion sound outside -fireworks-.

“Fuck, no, no, no” you heard your dad whisper while pulling his hair, at this you didn’t waste a second to run to him, sitting beside him grabbing one of his hands from his head,

“I’m here dad, I’m here. Y-you’re back in Chicago” “She’s just a kid. I-I can’t…” he kept whispering shaking his head and squeezing your hand -not too hard though-.

“Dad- it’s okay. You’re okay. We’re in Chicago, not in Afghanistan…” at this point you had tears in your eyes, you hated what they did to your favorite person. What he witnessed and suffered -still suffering-.

“Hayden…” he sniffled, tears in his cheeks

“Yes, yes dad it’s me…” you whispered lip trembling. You knew better than to be near him when he was having a ptsd episode. He had talked to you about all of the things that could happen, he told you to stay away. He wouldn’t be able to look at you if he hurt you, but here you were, you knew he would give you an ear full after this, but you didn’t care.

“I can’t keep doing this Y/N…” “Dad. W-what? I don’t get it” you furrowed your eyebrows while he avoided your gaze. He was embarrassed and pissed at himself; he should be the one taking care of you not the other way around. He’s the parent not you.

“I talked to Will. You’re gonna be staying with him for a while…”

“Fuck no!” “Y/N- please” he closed his eyes sighing,

“So, this is it? You’re going to ship me away” you exclaimed standing up, making Jay snap his head up to you.

“Hayden. You got to leave before it gets worse. I’m not putting my own daughter through this. Hey- Y/N honey. It’s not your burden to carry!” by now you were both in the living room, Jay had followed you out when you stormed off shaking your head.

“No! You don’t get to decide for me. Not this time” you screamed at him tears rolling down your face, making Jay regret ever thinking about sending you away. But he didn’t know what else to do, he needed you safe, and he couldn’t trust himself.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m supposed to do” he whispered, putting his head down when he heard a little sob escape your lips.

“Oh, so I pack a bag and leave. Leave you! So, I can get the call that you hurt yourself, huh? Then what do I do?” “Move on…” you scoffed, shaking your head.

“No, I’m not going. You’re going to have to drag me to New York if you want me gone” you turned serious now, whipping your tears away looking directly at him.

“Please…”

“No. Not happening, sorry to ruin your plans” you shrugged your shoulders sitting at the couch and crossing your arms. There was a loud silence between you both, you saw as your father moved from the corner of your eye. He sat down next to you throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“I want you to be safe” “I am safe!” both of you talking above a whisper,

“That’s not what I mean. I want you to have your dad back. The one before the war. The one who would take you to the park on Fridays, who could spend the 4th of July with you. Outside. With people. And I don’t trust myself to keep you safe anymore, baby. I don’t even know what’s real and not. And- and I’m scared that one day I won’t be able to tell the difference with you and I- I’ll hurt you. I can’t…” his voice breaking with every sentence, making you shed new tears while you leaned into him while he kissed and hug you.

“Please don’t send me away. I can’t do that again, please. If I promise not to interfere in your episodes, w-will you let me stay with you…please” you whispered in his chest, while Jay closed his eyes, kissing the side of your head.

He didn’t want you to leave, you were his rock and his purpose, but as your father he felt, and he thought that it would be the right decision. He knew how much it had affected the both of you before, but he wasn’t really on his right mind, it was easy to see and say that he was going through a lot -not wanting the same for you-. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw flashbacks of his service.

“Dad?” your voice pulled him out of his trance, making him sigh before nodding.

“Alright…but you stay away when they happen. No matter what you hear. You have to promise or else your going end of discussion!”

“I promise. I swear” you pulled your head back looking up at your dad, who smiled sadly towards you before kissing your head and hugging you again.

“Please don’t give up on yourself dad…I haven’t…” this made Jay’s tears fall again, crying silently, while hugging you tighter.

“I won’t…”

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[sunflower-lilac42]

ice bound asks that got deleted!

'i know you said that chloe has some of olivia's music so who is driver's license about?'

so she made driver's license when she got her drivers license so it's originally about hayden (the douchey ex) however when she actually released the song she couldn't help but picture trevor for some of the lyrics such as (crying 'cause you weren't around, 'cause how could i ever love someone else, and i know we weren't perfect but i've never felt this way for no one, and i just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that i'm gone, and pictured i was driving home to you, 'cause i still fucking love you babe)

while the one's about the other girl is strictly about hayden. so technically it's about hayden but she thinks some of it is for trevor

'ohh also what if chloe releases teenage dream when she and jack are 19 and its kinda about him, how he wonders if it's gonna get better at all fo rhim because his rookie season was so shitty, and then i can't think about what it could be for her... maybe just being a girl at 19 in general'

eeeeek that's so perfect i never thought of it that way! (i'm stealing your idea thank you, love you!)

moving on, so yes! they kind of have their "fling" (thought i'm not sure you can call it that but whatever) during his rookie season and that's a reason they break up. so the last part of teenage dreams is what he said to her during the fight, while the rest of it is her apologizing because she wasn't enough for him or more or less because she's his best friend's "little" sister and it would be easier if she wasn't

'what is chloe's personality in interviews like?? it would be funny if it was like renee's because you can't really get jack to speak his opinion on things (because he's very well media trained) and then you have his twin (who is ALSO media trained but just doesn't care)

SHES SO BOTH

there are times where she is like jack (obvi cuz they are twins) and her sass is definitely similar to jack's but overall like renee's.

i gave examples but i hated them so i'm changing it. a lot of the time she is asked about her brothers in interviews just because they are so popular across sports so they are bound to come up at some time. this is where she kinda of forgets that they're famous but not really. this is in reference to jack's interview where the interviewer asked if jack had seen luke's goal and he's like 'luke hughes?'

as when she's like renee is the fact that she just swears constantly and sometimes they can bleep it out but when they can't and she realizes that a lot of her family watches this and that she has younger fans she always apologizes 'i'm so so so sorry. kids don't swear'

moving on, she does not give one shit about her brothers during interviews. like she very much is like we're here for me not for my brothers so please don't talk about them. that's one thing that she hates it when they bring her brothers up when they can't really compare her to them because they are both famous but for two totally different reasons. but yeah she is an open book a lot of the time (unless it's like really personal of course)

are chloe and tate friends? their both in the music industry and in the same age range so i would assume that they've probably met at a party or award show or something'

yes! there are a couple of songs by tate that i'm using for chloe, but yes they are definitely friends

did she blow up like olivia did with driver's license?

yes but i love teenage dream and i think it suits her and trevor so well that i'm making that one one of 'better' songs.

i think chloe's nice ex (will) his fc should be joshua basset.

they are just giving me so many ideas for this au that i should start paying them tbh

feel free to ask more!!

#sunnylune #sunny lune #sunnylunespeaks #sunnyluneicebound #trevor x chloe #chloe hughes #trevor zegras #tz11 #hockey #nhl