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Do u have any new Arvin requests?

Hiya Darlin! Yes I do! I've written some of it and plan to finish it later today! It's about the reader teasing our Arvie boy in a sundress 😏. The request didn't specify that it be smut....BUT I got that VIBE 😳alright! So I'm gonna.

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Eternity

Summary: You snooped into something that ended up being more than you can handle. It’s not your fault you were curious. As much as Arvin was your friend, he’d been acting out lately, little did you know that soon you’d be stuck together, for eternity.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violent themes, Kidnapping, Murder, Slightly yandere!Arvin, Cursing, Brief mentions of suicide, and of course never proof read. (Probably needs more warnings than this just let me know)

  Nothing, you saw nothing. Your ears still rang, eyes still stung from the hot tears that fell while your brain worked overtime to find reasons for todays events. You weren’t dead? Were you? Your fingers grazed against the odd plastic above you, the stiff material made it difficult to breath. Breathe. Were you still with him? You recalled the gargled speech of Pastor Teagardin as several bullets tore through his chest. A moment you weren’t supposed to be around for, one you were stupid enough to stumble upon. 

  Brown eyes you’d have believed were heaven sent before today stared back into yours. Arvin Russell. He’d scrambled around to pick up his shell casings so fast, you noticed him wince from them still being hot to the touch. They’d just blown through a man, and he was scooping them up like they were shells on a beach. “Y/N?...Listen to me doll-” Arvin had reached out to you, his unplanned visitor. You couldn’t touch him, you wouldn’t let him touch you. Hurt you too. “Please...Please don’t kill me- I won’t tell nobody, I swear Arvin!” You pleaded to the man through blurry eyes.

  Arvin’s soft demeanor shifted as he looked to the ceiling with a click of his tongue. “Now, how could I do that to you my little trinket? Hmm?” His half lidded eyes shifted to you, chin still pulled up as his presence ate you alive. Closer. Until his rugged hands gripped your arm quickly pulling you out of the bloody church with him. “Arvin!-” Your scream fell upon deaf ears as Arvin covered your mouth with a heavy sigh before you were met with a heavy blow to your head.

  Now you were here, panicked hands scooted across the black space in search of its end. A sliver of sunlight cut through to your fingers as you found the edge of the dark grey tarp. Pulling it aside you faced upwards in the bed of an old truck staring at the mid day sky. What you’d thought to be sweat before turned out to be blood coming from your temple. You sat up slowly while holding your head, looking around a bit whoosy until you met eyes in the rear view mirror. Brown eyes. You gasped and struggled with the rest of the tarp over your legs, the truck slamming to a stop flinging you against the back glass.

  The air in your lungs escaped in a large gust, but you powered on hoisting your leg over the side of the truck bed. There they were again, evil hands burning against your heavenly skin. “HELP! HELP ME PELASE SOMEBODY!” You screamed out as Arvin yanked you into his arms, grunting against you while you tried to kick him. “Damnit Y/N STOP!” Arvin growled, tossing you onto the trucks bench seat. His body slid in next to yours, gripping you tight so he could lock the truck. The cool black barrel against your cheek made you tremble, vison blurring again with a whimper. You’d always thought of Arvin to be decent, maybe even your friend, now he may be the death of you.

  “Nah, c’mon now darlin’ don’t- don’t do all at’ now.” Arvin furrowed his brows wiping some of your tears away with his thumb. “Make a man feel bad.” He huffed buckling you in before himself. You stared at the curly haired man in disbelief, “Make you feel bad? You murdered a man!” You shouted, though you dared not much more as Arvin was armed. “I know you was stalkin’ the preacher. I saw you outside his house.” Arvin turned his head towards you with an unimpressed look. “I know. I was watchin’ him for what he did to my Lenora. Raped her. Made her kill herself.” His eyes watched the road again letting you think about his words. Lenora’s baby, of course. Choosing not to press this issue for now, you stayed silent.

  “I been watchin’ you too lil’ girl. longer than I was watchin’ that no good preacher. You can’t watch the watcher doll. I was after you first.” Your eyes blew wide. “But, I followed you! I-” Arvin laughed dryly “Dumb lil’ girl. Whatever kinda detective you thought you was, I let you be.” You swallowed thickly choosing to stare at the road with Arvin. He’d been stalking me too. He really was sick. “Where are you taking me?” You mumbled, moving to lean your head against the window. “Wherever I want. I was thinkin’ we’d make home over in Cincinnati.”

  We? “What uh, what do you mean we?” You felt like you knew what he was implying, especially after his newest confession. “I figure, you’ve seen too much, know too much. I-I can’t kill you, I love you-” You shook your head. “Arvin you can’t love me! I mean for gods sake you hurt me! You’re sick and you need help!”. Arvin’s jaw tensed “I DO LOVE YOU! DON’T YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE!”. You cried feeling his hand come up to your face, fingers squishing your cheeks in as he pulled you closer. The truck came to a stop as Arvin watched you, a smirk playing on his lips. “I didn’t want to hurt you Y/N, honest. Y-You tried to leave ME.” Arvin pressed a hand against his chest in hurt “I had to, see what you make me do?” 

  He frowned tired of your crying, placing a kiss to your wounded temple. “M’sorry darlin’.” His warm lips traveled to your cheekbone, then encased your pouted lips. You struggled against him face still in his hand. “I don’t love you.” You sniffled making Arvin’s frown grow deeper, eyes grow a bit dark. His fingers squeezed your poor jaw tighter making you whine in pain. His posture slouching slightly to meet your eyes, noses touching ever so gently. “You love me. Go on. Say. it.” You kept your mouth sealed shut, eyes drifting to the fabric of his jeans, scared of his unstable state. “SAY IT.” You jolted, Arvin’s thunderous voice filling the small space.

  Hot breath that smelled of mouthwash and cigarettes fanned across your face. Despite his tantrum, you stayed frozen, he wouldn’t kill you. “You don’t love me?” Arvin’s voice cracked as you shook your head. He forced you to meet his bitter chocolate eyes again, oh how you wished they were sweet like before. “Figure it out.” He grunted, pushing you back from him, continuing to drive. Arvin couldn’t seem to stay mad at you though, his right hand smoothing over your leg curled up on the bench seat. “You’re mine, and we belong, together~” Arvin sang softly to you along with the old crackly radio. His hand halted on your knee before dipping under your floral skirt to rub along the supple skin of your thigh, ignoring your discomfort. “Yes, we belong, together~...” Arvin’s mind had been set, if you didn’t love him, he’d make you fake it until it was true. “For..Eternity.”

  Somehow you drifted off to sleep and some time passed, a few hours maybe? The sun had just barely gone down when the truck stuttered to a halt again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Arvin beat his fist against the steering wheel reading the gas gauge. Arvin’s shouting forced you up right in your seat, the door mechanism unlocking beside you as he climbed out of the truck. Your hand trembled against the truck door handle debating escape. “Don’t get any ideas doll.” The truck door popped open, Arvin standing over you. “What are we supposed to do? Walk?” You cocked a brow at your kidnapper making him roll his eyes “What else? C’mon, maybe we’ll get lucky and somebody’ll pick us up.” He waved a hand while the other grabbed ahold of one of your own. Unsure why you didn’t attempt to run, you let Arvin take your hand as you walked “And if someone doesn’t? Do you know where the next town is?” You huffed kicking a rock. “Nope.” Arvin chuckled at your despair.

  “What. What happened with Lenora?” You whispered, unsure of which side of Arvin you’d receive. A soft sigh beside you helped you put your nerves at ease. “Y’know how she used to go a-an’ sit with her momma?” Arvin raised a brow watching you nod. “Well, I left her there one day, an’ I guess, that bastard preacher saw his chance an’ took it.” Arvin’s voice wavered, this was your Arvin. “The baby you mentioned? You think...” You couldn’t help the way your lips pulled in disgust. “I don’t think, I know. Lenora wasn’t just wonderin’ around with anybody. All of a sudden she’s with this preacher is secret. She comes home sick as a dog one day. The next she’s- I-I found her in the sh-shed.” Arvin’s eyes widened “Hanging there. She was cold when I got her down.” He sniffled. “Police come round saying that she was pregnant, they figured it was some kinda incest. But it was that preacher. H-He even tried to talk me onto his side.” Arvin sighed shoving his free hand in his pocket. “Arvin I’m sorry.” You mumbled making him nod.

  Luckily for you both after some time, a car honked and pulled up to you both. “My goodness what’s a pair of kids like you doin’ all the way out here?” The large set man chuckled out. He looked to be a bit older than the blonde woman next to him, his hair slightly thinned, a crooked smile that blew smoke out while he spoke to Arvin. “Truck broke down a while back. Y’see my fiancé and I were wanting to find somewhere to start new y’know? Ain’t that right darlin’?” Arvin squeezed your hand. “Yep! Hoping to find a little land of our own.” You sputtered out making the blonde woman nod, the man you’d learn was her husband popped the car door open to let you and Arvin file in.

  “Thank you.” You hummed while Arvin instead stayed silent, hand remaining locked in yours. Something about them seemed off to him. The couple rambled about their own lives, photography, religion, how they’d met. To you they seemed like a nice couple on the search for a good photo opportunity. To Arvin, they seemed too close to himself, everything seeming calculated before being said, the small glances between the two before a detail was given. “I hope the two of you don’t mind but, my bladder ain’t what it used to be. we’ll just pull over, yeah just right down in here is fine.” The woman tensed in her seat, watching her husband closely as he got out of the car to take a leak.

  “Y/N. I need you to trust me here.” Arvin eyed the gentleman relieving himself, spotting the flash of a gun tucked below his belt. He nudged his head in his direction, dropping his own gun out in the seat for you. “A-Arvin? I can’t.” You shook your head matching Arvin’s whisper. Of course, he didn’t ask if you could, he made a silent demand. So you gripped the pistol in your hand, Arvin quickly popped his door open, snatching the mans gun from his hip. Your eyes tore away from Arvin at the sound of a gun cocking in front of you. Raising Arvin’s gun high matching the terrified woman you shook in your seat “I-I don’t wanna hurt you.” You clenched your jaw watching her finger flick down to her guns trigger. You had no choice. You did the same, pulling the trigger once clenching your eyes shut as two more shots had rung outside the car.

  You gasped letting your hand run along your body in search of a bullet wound. She hadn’t hit you? Now came the next problem, you sat face to face with a dead woman, just as scared as you. Why were you right to kill her? You weren’t. Arvin fumbled into the front seat, stopping to take a look at the woman hearing you hyperventilate in the backseat. “You’ve got to breathe Y/N.” Arvin called to you, snatching some money and a few other things from the car before joining you in the back seat. “I-I c-Can’t!” You cried still clutching the hot gun in your hand “I didn’t wanna Arvin! I-I thought she was gonna, gonna shoot me!” You sobbed, letting Arvin pull you out of the car. “We gotta get out of here and you gotta stop that.” His face gave away his own nerves, walking back up the road you’d come out of.

  You wiped your eyes looking down at the gun in your hand. You stopped in your tracks, eyes lifting slowly to Arvin who kept walking. Bringing the gun up you aim it towards him, Arvin Russell, a murderer, an old friend. Only hearing his own footsteps Arvin stopped with a laugh “I can’t carry you all the way doll, c’mon-” His voice caught in his throat at the sight of you. A soft breeze blew the loose hair around your face, your eyes leaked tears that read every emotion under the sun. How could he have forgotten about the gun? Arvin didn’t reach for the gun he’d stolen from his victim, he settled on taking steps toward you. “I’m not your doll.” You hissed through gritted teeth yet Arvin still came towards you. “Don’t come any closer! I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

  Arvin smiled at you, stepping in front of your gun. “Okay. Do it. I’m not sure where you think you’ll go, I’m all you’ve got.” He picked at his nails watching your mind crumble. “And you are my doll, sweet, naïve little puppet.” The gun in your hand weighing more than you could bear thud against the dirt road. He was right. A gentle kiss placed itself against your forehead, hands holding your jaw to tilt it so Arvin could look you in the eye. “It was us or them. N’from what I found, they weren’t no good neither.” He lifted the photo of a mangled man on a picnic blanket to you making you gasp and avert your eyes. “You ain’t tainted darlin’ you’re just surviving.” Arvin nussled his nose against your cheek making you shudder and nod. He wiped your tears like he had before, this time much more sincere, like your old Arvin might would.

  “We gotta get out of here.” You met Arvin’s gaze, not able to match his smile. “Atta girl!” He beamed, pulling you in for a kiss which you stood still for, but let him. Arvin picked your gun up off the ground and you were off, leaving the couple in the distance. The cool feeling of metal sliding up your finger made you glance over to Arvin confused. A ring, her ring. “Just as a place holder for now, for our story. I’ll get you one of your own later.” He looped his thicker fingers into yours. You should be horrified, but you’re not. In fact, you’re flattered. For the first time in you endeavor, you offered Arvin a smile.

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I neeed behind bars pt.4 When will you make it 😭😭

(No rush !! )

Hi darlin’ I’m so glad you like behind bars! That’s why I’m on today actually, brainstorming and hoping for a breakthrough! I’ve had quite the writers block with several unfinished peices in my drafts for a while😅 sometimes all I need is one thing to click and suddenly I’ve got a story again so hopefully soon! ❤️

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Are you still taking Nathan Drake requests?

I am! I just write off and on whenever I feel like it 😊

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hey can you tag blurbs written for the Uncharted movie with like,,,a tag for it maybe (uncharted 2022 would work great I already have that blocked-). sorry for the inconvenience, have a good day

Of course love! My apologies, despite loving the games too I hadn’t thought about them needing to be separated! I’ve gone back and changed it to your suggestion and will use that instead from now on! Thank you for bringing this to my attention! ☺️

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Southern Hospitality

Summary: Arvin stumbles across you having a little alone time and decides to help.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, Slight praise kink, Fem & Male receiving, smutttt 18+ please!!!, cursing, never proofread <3

A/N: Not this almost not saving because my internet went out.

   Arvin’s knuckles thrummed against the old wooden door to your home a few times before stepping back with his hands locked behind himself. “Arvin! How nice to see you!” your mother smiled opening the front door wider so Arvin could come in. “S’nice to see you too Mrs. Y/LN. Is uh, is Y/N here?” Arvin glanced around to try and spot you to no avail. “Yep! She’s in her room, listen, I’ve got to pick up some things from the store, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You like Spaghetti?” She grabbed up a little purse watching the young man nod. “Alright! Then you can join us for dinner!” She beamed before heading out.

   Arvin headed down the hall towards your room, boots gently thudding against the hard pine floor. Your bedroom door was ever so cracked almost like you were in a rush and meant to close it. Just as he went to push the door open the rest of the way with a smile, a soft whine caught Arvin’s attention making him lean his ear closer. Not a pained whine, put one of pleasure. Could you be...No... Arvin felt the sudden urge to take a peek through the slightly open door, a tinge embarrassed at the same time. She’s your friend, give her some space. Arvin decided he’d back away and wait for you to finish and act like he had no idea what you were doing. That is until the loveliest sound graced his ears.

   “Arvin~” You quietly called to him, well, not to him since you didn’t know he was there, but Arvin felt like you were. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the idea of his sweet Y/N getting off to him. So, he took a look and nearly fell out at the sight of your H/C hair messily tossed against your pillow while your fingers ran circles around your clit. Your eyes pressed shut, mouth hung open slightly, God he could practically fall to his knees at this masterpiece. He couldn’t help but push the door open more, leaning against the doorframe to get a better look at you, watching your fingers desperately paw at your sex.

   “Oh my- Arvin please~” You whined again, eyes snapping open as Arvin gave a deep chuckle. “I’m right here darlin’ just tell me what you need.” He hummed letting his dark brown eyes skim over your form. A gasp escaped your throat, trying to tug the covers up to no avail. There stood Arvin Russel, your best friend. His cap on tight, cigarette behind his left ear, eyes glazed over, and a bulge making way in his jeans. How long had he been there? He definitely heard. “I-I’m so sorry-” “Don’t stop on my account.” Arvin slowly clicked the door shut behind him, prowling over you like a bear looks at an elk. Hungry. “You’re not mad?” You furrowed your brows still clutching your blanket. “Mad? No...Turned on?...” He grinned gently pulling the cloth from your fingertips, bearing your skin to himself again, biting his bottom lip with a pleased groan.

   You couldn’t believe it, everything you’ve wanted was about to unravel. Arvin leaned in and kissed you, a rough hand cupping your jaw to keep you close. You pulled away a little resting your forehead against Arvin’s. “Help...Help me?” You swallowed thickly spreading your legs wider beneath the brunette. “My pleasure darlin’...” Arvin pulled you back in for a heated kiss, tongue pushing its way past your soft lips. His hands found your shoulders, laying you back down against the bed, pulling away from you with heavy breaths. Arvin climbed down the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt at the same time so he could toss it to the side. “So pretty~” He stared at your pussy while sliding a finger up and down the wetness that had gathered before popping it into his mouth with a moan. Wetting his finger, Arvin pushed it into you slowly, getting a feel for your tight velvet heat before adding another. He loved the sight of you writhing under him, soft moans luring him in closer.

   Looking down at Arvin you shifted your hips to match the pace of his fingers, swallowing thickly when his lust filled gaze met yours. “M-More!~” He cocked a brow watching you plead to him, you looked helpless. Removing his fingers from you, Arvin quickly shoved them in his mouth again, licking them clean while you watched. Leaning up, Arvin latched onto your left bud sucking and nipping causing your back to arch up into him. Swapping to the other side you could feel him smirking against your skin, he was proud of himself as he peppered kisses down your middle until he was met with your hot center again. Quick hands flipped his beat up cap backwards before delving his tongue deep into your cunt causing you to hiss and moan. Arvin lapped away at your center like he’d been starving in the desert, drenching his chin with your juices. “Oh my- gosh Arvin!” You moaned out as Arvin swapped his abuse to your clit, desperately hoping your parents weren’t home. “Ugh...That.” Arvin groaned against you, one hand moving to pop off his belt, smoothly tugging it through his belt loops, tossing it to the side “Say that again Y/N Darlin’~”.

   Arvin’s firm grip forced your shaking legs against the mattress, licking a stripe up your pussy, tongue swirling your sensitive and slightly swollen clit. Your body jolted feeling oh so close, you listened to Arvin’s instructions. “Feels so good Arvie!” You choked out, only for him to stop. “Why’d you-” Your eyes widened landing on Arvin’s now free cock, oh, that’s why. “Can I- I mean I’ve never. I might not be good at y’know.” You gulped sitting up and crawling over to Arvin’s panting body. “S’okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to Doll.” He smiled, a gentleman as always. You smiled in return, wrapping your hand around his length watching his head thump against the wall in pleasure. “I want to.” You hummed, keeping your eyes on Arvin’s for a moment, testing yourself a little while slipping his cock into your mouth. 

   Arvin’s jaw clenched, teeth slightly showing while you bobbed your head a little, encouraged by his quiet moans and fingers combing against your scalp. You panicked feeling yourself gag slightly around him, moving to pull away out of embarrassment you were stopped by Arvin’s hand cupping the back of your neck. “S’okay, it happens. Take your time Darlin’ you’re doing so good for me.” Arvin’s voice had dropped lower in his throat, fingers gently rubbing at your neck, not holding you hostage, just there for support. So, you gathered yourself and kept going “Just like that...” He cooed. The longer you sucked, the easier it got, but also the more tired your poor jaw became. Finally having to pull away to get a good breath, Arvin led you to straddle his lap noticing you hold your jaw for a moment. “Sore?” He hummed stroking himself below you “A little...” You admit, Arvin’s lips caressing the edge of your jaw. “My poor baby... Means you were giving it your all, just for me.” He winked sending a shiver up your spine, of course you nodded.

   Lowering your hips slowly taking in Arvin’s cock, you both sighed as soon as your bodies made complete contact. Arvin gave you a moment, waiting for you to begin rolling your hips into his at your own pace. “Heavenly Darlin’....J-Just perfect.” His chest heaved under your fingertips. Your left hand drew shapes across Arvin’s lean chest, enjoying the muscles flexing every now and then while the other snaked behind his head to toss his hat aside, wanting to enjoy his thick curls that bounced with you both. Arvin couldn’t help himself as he began to buck deeper into you making your moans fill the small home. A tight feeling built in your belly as you continued to ride Arvin. “A-Arvin I think I’m getting-” “Alright, I’ve gotcha Darlin’...” He groaned, flipping you both so your back was against the sheets, leg hoisted over Arvin’s shoulder so he could pound into you at his own pace now. Immediately you tossed your head back in bliss, fingers clutching for anything they could reach.

   Arvin watched your tits bounce with each of his thrusts “Come on baby, let go for me Y/N.” he couldn’t help the sloppier pace of his thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, eyes slamming shut, head tilting back while you let out the loudest, most erotic call of Arvin’s name causing his bliss to join yours. The both of you relaxed, panting in unison as you stared at each other. “That was...” You sighed, loving the dopey smile plastered across Arvin’s face “Oh yeah.” He chuckled pulling out of you so he could lean down and capture your lips again. “I love you Arvie~” You mumbled tiredly against his lips. “I love you too Y/N Darlin’....And next time, come get me first.” He teased pushing some damp curls off his own forehead with a cocky grin. 

Alright, I’ll admit it, I love this and I love Arvin. I hope you do too Loves! - Snax <3

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Behind Bars pt.3: Prison Break

Summary: This is a Nate chapter, escaping prison and finding out for sure that he’s a dad! And sweet Sully moments <3

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Violence, nothing too graphic. Pregnancy, cursing, and of course never proof read babyyy

   The clicking of Nate’s cell doors woke him up the next morning, that and a baton to the side. “M’up...I’m up!” He growled sitting up on his cot rubbing his face. The guard sat Nate’s food tray down with a drink “Yard time today for your block. Be out of here or we’ll come get you. Oh, and try not to piss anyone off this time? I’m tired of coming to save your ass.” The guard snickered. “Vince, you wouldn’t have to come save my ass if you’d just let me kick theirs!” Nate chuckled back at Vince, a guard he’d grown to be fond of, not because he liked cops, but because he’s gullible. “Yeah right Drake. Listen I’m serious.” He nodded watching Nate begin to scarf down his breakfast.

   Vince had stepped away from Nate for a minute to talk to another guard, “Yeah I’ll head that way in a sec, Drake I’ll see you in a bit-” Vince’s eyes darted to the ground where he spotted a loose gum wrapper. Nate stopped chewing to match his “friends” gaze, oh shit he’s picking it up. Vince stiffened seeing looking over the small part of a drawing in his hand “Nathan...What?” He narrowed his eyes towards Nate. “If I told you something...Would you tell anyone? I’m not asking for your help I...entirely. Just some trust.” Nate looked between Vince and the gum wrapper. “Fine.” Vince handed over the wrapper which Nate promptly stuffed away with the rest. So, Nate kept his word and told Vince everything, puzzle pieces, escape routes, nothing left out.

   “Now.” Nate sighed whipping out a shiv he’d made “Since you know, if you decide you won’t keep it to yourself, we’re both going down. If I get caught because of you.” He stepped close to the shaking guard nose to nose “I’ll kill you and spend the time in here I’ve got and more. Happily.” Nate’s words were sharp. Vince nodded frantically “O-Of course, just please don’t fucking kill me!” He yelped, only calming once Nate put his weapon away and eased his stance. “Good. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go to the yard.” He straitened Vince’s shirt with a smile before walking out. “This guy is nuts...” Vince mumbled, jogging out of Nate’s cell “Hey wait!” He called. Nate stopped to look over his shoulder cocking a brow. “I think I know a way I can help...” Vince whispered making Nate turn to him completely. “Sweet.” He grinned patting a hand on Vince’s shoulder as he led him out to the yard.

    Nate spent some time in the prison yard watching fights break out, bets go down, and guards coming and going. He’d worked his mini map into his memory and Vince had requested to pull Nate from the yard early for a medical check. When the time came and Vince whistled for him, Nate let the guards cuff him so Vince could take him away. It’s happening, he’s actually leaving. Vince cleared his throat gesturing to the bathroom “There’s a duct above the sink.” He held out a screwdriver behind his back as a guard walked past. “Thanks.” Nate pushed the door open, going to close it when Vince’s foot blocked the corner “Are we cool?” He whispered, holding his fist through the gap. As much as Nate was using him right now, he wouldn’t leave the poor guy hanging. “Of course man, the coolest. Now get outta here before you get caught.” Nate sighed fist bumping Vince who then shut the door and left. 

   “Alright.” Nate locked the door and took in the small room “Just gotta climb up here.” He grunted pulling himself up onto the sink so he could unscrew the vent cover. Unfortunately, Nate found himself just a tad too short to just climb right in, he’d have to jump off the tiny ceramic sink. Great. Grabbing the edge of the vent opening Nate jumped and pulled himself up. “You’ve gotta be kidding me-” He huffed watching the sink clang onto the ground and water erupt out of the pipe he’d broken. Banging began on the door soon after, but Nate didn’t stick around, he’d began crawling through the ducts coughing here and there from all the dust. He’d heard the guards bust down the door to the bathroom, and he’d heard them call for a search.

   Sirens tore throughout the prison as inmates were brought back to their cells, whilst Nate made his way further to freedom...Or Falling through a vent. Close enough. “OHHH SHIT!” He shouted surprised by his sudden tumble, clambering up to his feet surrounded by a few guards. As soon as one lunged at Nate it was on, He’d thrown a solid right hook to the guards jaw knocking the man off his feet. Punch after punch was thrown, landing on a guard or Nate. Arms looped their way around Nate’s Neck holding him tight while Nate kicked any other guard who came near him. Struggling for air Nate glanced over at a window ‘Might be the only shot.’ he opened his mouth trying to gather air but found none. Here goes nothing.

   “Agh!” Nate backed up causing the guard holding him to stumble towards the second story window, which Nate tossed them both out of. They both screamed before thudding against the dirt below, Nate’s lungs burning at the sudden breath of cold air they’d received. “Holy-” He patted himself over, now feeling blood dripping from his nose and brow, but he was alive...Couldn’t say the same for the guard he’d landed on. Nate wasted no time getting to his feet and taking off through the open field towards a tree line, shots being fired at him from the watch towers. Slinking away into the dark forest Nate had managed to make it, catching one shot to his side, nothing he couldn’t handle. Now, just to figure out how the hell to get home.

   After some time Nate found a road, of course he’s still in a prison jumpsuit so he stayed low to think of a plan. “Really didn’t think I’d get this far...” He mumbled scanning the small houses across from him. A clothesline hung across, swaying a little in the wind caught Nate’s eye. “Bingo.” He winced hoisting himself out of the ditch. Did this make him a bad person, maybe? He’d just hope it wasn’t someone’s favorite shirt. Nate climbed the fence quietly, snatching a new outfit up for himself. “Could use this to patch myself up a little?” Nate hummed using his old shiv to start a tear on a long sleeve shirt. Once he got the sleeve off, a clinking noise followed by a low growl caused Nate to freeze. Turning towards the noise Nate was met by a- “That’s a big ass dog- AHh good boy!” He smiled backing away from the dog’s pearly whites. “That is a lovely smile you’ve got there! You know I really should be on my way!” He laughed nervously. Just as Nate thought maybe the dog wouldn’t give him away it took off after him barking loudly. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” He yelled jumping the fence worried the giant dog just might jump it too, but the last thing he saw was the lights cut on and Nate was out of there.

   “Y/N! Can you answer the phone?” Sully called to you. “It’s your house! But sure?” You shouted back rolling your eyes whilst picking up Sully’s old ass landline. “Hello?....Oh my- How long has it been since you’ve- I see...No, no I haven’t. Yes of course! Please keep me up to date...yeah..uh huh...” Sully’s head perked up at the conversation, coming closer to you with raised brows. “Yes sir! Alright, buh bye.” You tried to hang up the phone as calmly as possible but Sully knew. “He’s out, isn’t he?” He grinned watching you nod excitedly. “Wait! What if he’s hurt?” You pouted going to pull on your shoes. “He probably is, but Nate’s tough and- Hey, woah, woah, woah slow your roll princess.” Sully snatched your shoes away. “Why? I’m going to look for him!” You frowned trying to get your shoes back. “No, you wanna know how to get him and the rest of us caught? To go fucking looking for him Y/N! Wait for him to call. He knows the landline number, he knows your number alright? He’ll get to a phone, then we go get him. No looking around all day attracting attention to ourselves...Sometimes I forget you’re new to this.” He laughed flipping one of your shoes in his hand.

   “I know, I just hate the feeling that he’s out there, scared or hurt.” You sighed flopping back down onto the couch. “He’s fine, and if he’s not here soon then maybe we’ll go look. But only for a little bit! You know the rules-” “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get caught I got it.” You smiled watching Sully rub his hand across your now very obvious baby bump. “Thank you. I mean still fuck you, for getting Nate into this but...Thank you Victor.” You nudged Sully’s side causing him to smile back at you. “Wow, Government name...” He scoffed jokingly “You’re welcome, but also, thank you for not turning my ass in.” He leaned back with you still rubbing your belly. You’d really become sort of like a daughter to him over the past few months, Nate had already felt like family but this whole thing solidified it. “I love you kid, and you know, actual kid.” He pointed to your middle making you laugh. “We love you too Sully.”

   Meanwhile Nate found himself eating a kind of gross gas station sandwich. “Thirteen eighty five.” The cashier sounded bored as Nate felt around his pockets. Shit, he hadn’t thought this far “Ahhh...Right....” He gulped making the cashier roll their eyes. “Honestly man I don’t get paid enough for it, just take it I don’t care.” They shrugged making Nate blink a few times while finishing his sandwich following it up with a small thank you. Ducking into the restroom with a little extra pep in his step Nate noticed a guy at the urinal who just stared at him as soon as he walked in. “Uh... hey?” He furrowed his brows opting for a urinal a little farther from him. Maybe he knew? “You look rough, but you don’t look rough here.” The guy, who was now obviously drunk smiled gesturing to his face. “Oh! No, I uh. hmm.” Nate found himself having the oddest conversation of his life. “I’m going to see my wife for the first time after- a work trip. I think I’m gonna be a dad.” Nate grinned and zipped up his pants before washing his hands. “Nice man! Hey by the way...” The guy called making Nate turn back to him confused “Nice dick, lucky lady” Fucking weirdo. Nate frowned and left the gas station chalking it up to a weird story he’d tell you and Sully when he got home.

   “Home.” Nate smiled looking up at Sully’s apartment window. He made his way inside using the keys he’d stolen the day he met Sully. All the lights were off when he arrived “Y/N? Sully?” he yelled shuffling through the apartment. Maybe you were asleep? Nate wandered around the apartment opening a few doors, Sully’s room, then your room. Nate’s eyes widened at the little bedside bassinet stood to the side, he scooped up the framed ultrasound on your nightstand. He is a dad. Nate bolted to the room across from yours that he hadn’t checked yet, eyes tearing up at the sight of pale blue walls, a crib, little clothes folded into piles on the softest rug he’d ever felt.

   The front door clicked open followed by laughter, your laughter. Nate practically launched himself into the living room, everyone silent and staring at each other. You almost dropped your cup of ice cream as Nate pulled you into a tight hug, the both of you fighting back tears. “Oh my gosh Nathan.” You smiled hugging him back letting Sully take your ice cream. Nate pulled back only to tug you in for a passionate kiss, trembling hands roaming across your bump. “Normally I’d be mad at the sucking face in the living room but this, it seems justified.” Sully chuckled hugging Nate when he popped up. “You- you’re!” Nate beamed kneeling down pressing his forehead against your belly with a wince from the bullet wound to his side. “I would’ve told you sooner but-” “I know, it’s okay” He hummed peppering kisses across your shirt. “I don’t mean to be that guy, but we can’t stay here...and Nate’s bleeding” Sully cleared his throat and rocked on his heels making you and Nate to look over at him. “I’m thinking Australia? And rubbing alcohol?” He smiled nervously. “What?!” You pulled away from Nate causing him to whimper, letting Sully help him up. You sat him down on a wooden chair and got to work. “Here we go again.” Sully shook his head looking for bags and boxes.

I know I’ve been gone for a bit, just got reallly stuck and busy. This blog really is just for fun but I’m glad so many people like it! Felt the urge to write again so I’ll probably write some more after this one! Everyone has been so, so wonderful <3 I think the next chapter of this will have a little hot and heavy patching up moment in the beginning and probably the baby later on! Sooooo yeah Love Snax - <3

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Behind Bars pt.2: Blueprint

Summary: Nate’s been sent to prison. Now you and Sully, well mostly you, need to find a way to help him get out, and you’ve thought of something brilliant. Featuring Nate putting pieces together and some Sully and reader bonding time!

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Cursing? Maybe angst?, Don’t reaaaally know what to call it but I like!, pregnancy, I never proof read so prolly that

A/N: Guess whose laptop updated 😏

  Sully huffed carrying the last of your things into his apartment. “Alright...So!” He clapped his hands together looking towards you. “Tell me what the cops said about Nate’s...Situation. Unless you want to get settled and all first I mean that’s- that’s understandable and super cool too” Sully smiled a little awkward, not really sure where you stand with him. “We can talk. Might help honestly.” You sighed plopping down on Sully’s sofa. “Yeah, it also might make you punch me in the face so, there’s that kid.” He joked sitting next to you, happy to hear you chuckle a little. “What? You’re not gonna tell me yes or no to that?” Sully raised his brows hating the smirk you gave him. “So, they had Nate cuffed down so tight you’d think he’d killed somebody.” You started making Sully wince a little. “What? He didn’t, right?” You hissed sitting up straight. 

  “No...He did shoot...some guys...” Sully’s eyes closed before he heaved. “That being said, I’ve got no idea if they lived so, I couldn’t tell you kid, honestly.” His leg bounced to help ease his nerves. “So we’re being honest finally?” You scoffed, feeling like your slightly sour tone was justified as you forgot about telling Sully what he wanted to hear. “Fine. Then tell me how? How the fuck do two guys steal millions, how does one of those idiots get caught while the other runs off like some kinda-” You stopped your angry rant seeing Sully so nervous. “Jo, Jo Braddock that’s how...and maybe Chloe Frazer but that’s less likely. Kind of.” He looked down at you, not expecting a raised brow. “Who?”

  Sully rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah...Braddock is an old enemy of sorts, wants the same shit we’re after.” “Were after.” You corrected making sure Sully knew treasure hunting would be a part of Nate’s past. “Chloeeee...Enemy friend? Frienemies? She kinda had a thing for Nate, honestly, I think he did too hah.” Sully chuckled remembering their antics when they’d tried to work together the first time. “Not as much as he loves you- Of course.” He sputters seeing you deadpan. “Nice one Sullivan.” You huffed. Great, now you had some chick to worry about too. “Hey! I mean it kid! I’ve never seen him so whipped in my life.” Sully pressed a hand to his chest flashing the ‘scouts honor’ symbol.

  You both laughed a little, Mr. Whiskers opting to join you. “I know you want Nate to be done with all of this...But, that’s just not possible. I’m sorry, I really am kid. Once you’re in. You’re in for good.” He explained hopping up from the couch to open his fridge. “Why not?” You furrowed your brows turning around backwards on the sofa while Sully cracked open a beer. “Too many people know what he’s done and where he’s been. Plus, I know him well, He’s too good at what he does to just stop, it’ll never happen.” He gestured around. You hadn’t thought about that part. “He might would try for you and you know.” He pointed down at your stomach “The little guy but, realistically, no matter how hard he tried...It’d always come back.” Sully took a swig of his beer holding out another towards you. You looked at him like he was crazy making him nod “Right, baby n’ all. What a buzzkill amiright?” He chuckled bringing both beers with him anyways.

  “You’re fucking nuts man.” You laugh shaking your head. If you couldn’t get Nate out, you’d just have to help him while he’s in...and also in prison. Glancing down at the coffee table you noticed a pack of bubble gum. Nate loves that stuff, it made you sigh thinking about him offering you a piece with a pickup line the day he’d met you. “I know they make those things ah...” Nate snapped his fingers trying to recall. “Ice breakers! But Hubba Bubba has never let me down.” He chuckled holding a piece out to you making you scrunch your nose and smile. “Oh- do you? Do you think you’re smooth?” You grinned taking the gum. “I think I’m adorable.” He chuckled making you roll your eyes. “Speaking of...Adorable~” He winked to you, noticing your blush now. “I mean, I feel like that was pretty smo-” “Mmmm, Mediocre.” “Harsh.” You bantered back and forth laughing. You’d been staring at a pack of gum for six minutes, that’s when it hit you, there was a way you could help him from the inside. Jolting forwards you grabbed Sully’s laptop, unfolding it, forcing him to unlock it. “Hey- Woah now I don’t remember what I had open last on there so- Oh okay! Fine! Let’s just invade people’s privacy!” He spoke loudly as you shoved the keyboard closer to him. “Milfs2908....Seriously? What are you twelve?” You laughed taking the laptop back. “Gotta keep people on their toes! I mean who’d hack a guy whose password is that! Common curtesy in the hacking world, you can’t hack someone with a cool password.”

  You rolled your eyes opening the web browser typing in the prison name, clicking on their about and history page to find more. “What’s cooking up in that brain of yours?” Sully asked moving on to the other beer. “I think I know a way to try and help Nate. Might not be perfect but, It’s the only thing I can think of.” You explained your plan to Sully, who began to help you find out as much as he could on the prison. That’s when you found them, the blueprints. You took your time sketching them out for your plan, using different colors here and there to mark anything that seemed important.

  A month and a half had passed since Nate was brought to prison. He’d been stripped down in a room full of men, searched, given a checkup, and then got his ass kicked within the first two weeks. Ups and downs (Mostly downs) aside, they were finally letting him have visitors. He found it odd since most prisoners here weren’t allowed to, they’d been deemed too dangerous. He didn’t know you’d told them about being pregnant and asked to see him from time to time if he stayed on good behavior. “A Mrs. y/n Drake is here to see you?” The warden questioned while unlocking his cell door. “Yeah. s’my wife.” He smiled letting the warden cuff him. The man whistled “I bet she ain’t happy with you.” He joked making Nate scowl. “No, not particularly.” He brushed off his feelings as the warden walked him out to a table, cuffing him to it. “She’s good to come in, I’ll be right behind those doors. Don’t try anything.” He pointed at Nate, pressing a buzzer to unlock the heavy metal doors.

  And there you were. He noted your freshly done hair and makeup, and the coat you wore let him know it was beginning to get cold outside. God he missed you. “Baby!” He smiled as you walked up to him, a sweet smile offered back. “Nate...Oh my gosh your eye?!” You went to coo at him but immediately noticed the large purple bruise around his right eye. “Oh, that? It’s nothing. Really you should see the other guy!” He joked, leaning into your hand caressing his face. “I miss you.” You hummed opting to sit next to him on the bench seat, letting your eyes take in his slightly rugged appearance. He hadn’t shaved so he sported some stubble and his brown hair had been left without gel. He looked tired already. “I miss you too babe. I can’t believe they let you come to see me!” Nate wished he could scoot in closer as you shrugged off your coat.

  “I know, but I told them I just had to! Apparently, you’ve been pretty good” You nodded, elbows resting on the table, comfortable talk going back and forth for a while. You’d never felt self conscious around Nate but the way his eyes kept skimming over you, like there was something he was trying to figure out made you straighten your spine. Nate of course, really was trying to figure something out. You were lovely, always had been. He checked you out over and over again, until he finally realized, you look different. Your cheeks a little fuller, breasts a little larger, in fact, everything about you just seemed a little plumper. Not that he minded of course, finding the slight roundness to your middle cute. He decided not to ask, seeing that it could be from the stress he’d caused you.

  A buzzer sounded again, cue the warden coming back out for Nate after some time had passed. “Alright Drake, your sixty minutes are up. Say your goodbyes, she can come back another day.” The man sighed, checking the clock impatiently. “Okay- uhm.” Nate swiveled to look at you again, your smile spreading to his own lips. “I love you...I hope you still love me?” He mumbled leaning in. You giggle a little and connect your lips since Nate couldn’t reach. “Of course I do.” A sad tinge in your voice made Nate’s chest hurt. With that the warden uncuffed his ankle from the table beginning to take Nate away. “W-wait!” You call making the taller man turn to you with a confused look to match Nate’s. “Can I give him this? You can search it! I just- he really likes it. I figure it couldn’t do any harm.” You smile sweetly, nerves making your hands tremble as you held out a pack of gum.

  The warden scooped up the pack and opened it just to close it again. “Yeah, yeah I guess that’s fine.” He smiled down to you. “Thank you so much!” You gleamed tossing back on your jacket. As Nate took the pack of gum and went to turn back around with the warden, his eyes couldn’t help but land on your middle again. “I don’t care about Millions Nathan! I care about you, I want you, home with Us.” He let your words replay from your first meeting. Holy shit, we. You’re pregnant, aren’t you? His head whipped to look over his shoulder, but they’d already made you leave. Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions. Maybe he wasn’t, course he couldn’t risk asking in case...y’know you weren’t pregnant.

  Back in his cement room, Nate paced back and forth replaying your image in his mind. You were glowing, GLOWING. Sure, people gained and lost weight all the time, but something felt off. In the midst of his stress, Nate pulled out a piece of gum, popping it in his mouth. As he went to toss the wrapper, he caught himself, unfolding it. The number seven had been etched into a corner while the whole sheet had been used to draft part of a drawing. Why number it? Nate sat cross legged on the ground dumping all the gum from his pack he began to unwrap them all, stashing the unwrapped pieces back into the cardboard in hopes to chew it later.

  “Lights out in ten.” A warden called making Nate freeze, but no one came past. “What are you trying to tell me?” He huffed finally getting everything undone. Arranging the wrappers around a few times, Nate’s eye’s shot wide. “Oh my god! She’s a genius!” He laughed to himself. You’d drawn and aligned a blueprint of the prison on the inside of his gum wrappers. Vent systems, offices, cameras, alarms, all marked. ‘Good luck in there kid.’ Sully, ‘I love you! See you soon!’ y/n. Scooping up his wrappers Nate hid them away safely, laying back in his cot as the lights shut off. He was getting out of here. He was also...Maybe a father?

I hope you like it y’all! There’s gonna be more of course, much love! <3 -Snax

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Ain’t So Hard

Summary: You aren’t one for driving, your best friend Arvin decides to take lessons into his own hands.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: None? There’s usually a little language but I don’t believe there’s any in here 😲 this is very much fluff

Authors Note: Until I can figure out why my laptop won’t update since that’s what I prefer to write on, I’ll just be posting this little imagine I wrote ❤️

  Driving had never been your strong suit, it freaked you out. You couldn’t help the way your hands shook, and your head spun each time you sat behind the wheel. It’s a lot of pressure, to hurl a giant metal object at high speeds and hope for the best. Though not everyone thought of it that way. Your childhood best friend was quite the opposite, Arvin loved to drive, especially when you rode with him. You aren’t his sweetheart or nothin’, but you are at the time. Everybody and their momma knew that, and it was odd to see one of you going around town without the other. 

  Arvin always loved watching you smile while climbing into his old clunker of a truck. The way you’d point at random things with joy like you didn’t see them yesterday, perks of a small town he’d suppose. When the day came that you didn’t carry the same shine when going for a drive like you usually did, Arvin decided to take a detour to try and ease your mind. “What’s wrong darlin’?” He slowed the truck down to look over at you, a cool summers breeze finding its way through the open windows. His heart sank watching you shrug “I-I’m just a bit embarrassed...That I don’t know how to drive. It makes me feel childish.” you sighed running a finger along the dust gathered on the dash.

  The fact that you didn’t drive hadn’t ever come to Arvin’s mind. “No, that don’t make you childish y/n.” He furrowed his brow turning his body towards you, stopping the truck after pulling into a field clearing. “You swear it?” Your hand placed itself gently on Arvin’s shoulder causing a light tinge to spread across his pale cheeks. “I do, I do.” He chuckled picking up your hand to place a kiss to your knuckles making you swoon. “You wanna drive?” He grinned quirking a brow at your shocked expression. “Arvin- I no! Are you crazy? You wanna die? I’ll crash your truck so fast I-I mean-” “I was just foolin’ with ya y/n... but you could give it a try?” it was Arvin’s turn to shrug a little. 

  “I tell you what, I’ll stay right here, you can sit in my lap. I’ll control the pedals and all you gotta do is steer.” He peddled his feet and moved the wheel around for emphasis making you giggle. “I guess trying wouldn’t hurt? Unless we crash like I said.” You teased sliding across the bench seat into Arvins lap. “Well, we’ll get to that when it happens but out of anybody who could wreck my truck and get away with it, it’d be you.” He joked back making you swat his arm. “Thanks for the encouragement, Russell.” “Oh, anytime sweetheart.” He winked while cranking the truck back up. Immediately your body stiffened, and your heavy breathing became apparent to Arvin.

  Letting one of his arms wrap around your middle he placed his chin gently on your shoulder. “Hey.” He hummed looking up at you. “I-I’m scared.” You whimpered gripping the steering wheel tight. “I know, it’s alright. I’m right here and I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to ya Darlin’ we’ll go slow.” Arvin reassured you, glad to feel you lighten up and take a deep breath. “M’ready.” You smiled nervously, but Arvin nodded with confidence for you and pressed down on the gas a little while you steered. You were driving. You smiled widely taking a moment to look at Arvin “I’m doing it! We’re moving!” You laughed trying not to jerk the steering wheel too much. “I told you! It ain’t so hard.” Arvin smiled back loving every second of your excitement.

  As the two of you drove around the empty field a little faster, joking back and forth, Arvin decided that everybody was right. You’re his sweetheart. Watching the wind whip through your hair every now and then, listening to you laugh or squeak when you messed up a little, or the subtle way you held his eyes in a prideful gaze, though his held pride and a little bit of something else. Arvin let go of the gas and let the truck come to a stop making you turn and give your friend a concerned look. “What happened? Did we run outta gas? Oh my goodness what a walk home that’ll b-” Your rant had been interrupted by a chapped set of lips pressing into your much softer ones. Arvin’s eyes slid shut while yours blew wide, but you aren’t insane, so you kiss back. 

 The air between the two of you remained sweet as you separated. “I like you.” Arvin grinned. “I like you too.” You said matter o’ factly. “Alright...how bout’ I love you.” He tested leaning his head against the headrest “I love you too” you rolled your eyes smiling. There was a comfortable silence as you just sat with one another for a bit. “I guess I ought to get you home before dark.” Arvin grumbled cranking the truck back up making you look at him socked. “We ain’t outta gas?” You said wholeheartedly. “Oh my- bless your heart y/n. You’ll get there one day darlin’.” He teased making you fake pout, only giving in as he kissed your neck, driving you home.

My first Arvie boy story! I think it’s super cute, I hope y’all agree! Thank you so much for reading loves <3 -Snax

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I just saw your "ouchie" post. As someone who has rec'd negative messages here myself, please don't give them any headspace, they don't deserve it.

From @biracialdisaster (sideblog)

Thank you darlin’ it’s nice to know people have my back. I’m so sorry you’ve received negative messages, it’s crazy to know the things some people are willing to say especially when they’re so hateful🥺❤️

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Ouchie Broski

(Real gif of myself reading the negative message above.)

  So, I took a moment to think about how to speak on this. I received my first negative message today. Now I knew that I wouldn’t be able to please everyone and that’s okay :) but certain comments aren’t cool. I was told that I was not a good writer if I couldn’t put out frequent or constant content, and that I should think more about how the people at home feel as often people use reading fiction as a type of therapy. So, I’d like to make a few things clear just in case.

  I’ve only been writing for a month, going into it I knew that it would purely be for fun and that I wouldn’t pressure myself to make content when it didn’t come to me. That my life outside of writing was very important and if I wanted to take time to enjoy it, whether that be vacations or just little things like playing my favorite game. Along with that I know from personal experience that yes sometimes reading can help during tough times, and I am so sorry for anyone that is having a tough time currently. That being said, I love making content for you all, but I am not a machine and have struggles of my own and know what my brain can and can’t handle.

  I want to enjoy writing, not to feel like it’s this constant looming objective every day, I want to watch my writing change over time, I love seeing people come back and read each time I post (Yes I see you 😉) and of course to make content I feel like I can be proud of. I know it can be a lot to wait for a story you’re maybe anticipating to come out or to have more to read when a fandom starts putting out less new content, but please be kind to those who are writing it. I also know about the lack of inclusivity so I do try to keep things as neutral as I can unless specified, and I would love to add in representation as much as I can like (But not limited to) tall, short, thick, chubby, thin, male and readers of color in the future of my writing. That is how I would like to worry about the people reading my stories, to make sure they have a story to enjoy no matter who they are even if we are not the same❤️. 

  Now this is the only person to say anything, I have many lovely and patient followers whom I greatly appreciate! I’m not going to let a single person ruin the way I look at writing or to convince me the way I’m going about doing it is wrong. I do love requests or suggestions and comments, and I do love all of you. I can’t wait to release more, thank you for taking the time to read this and my writing! 

Love your friendly neighborhood writer -Snax

(On a lighter note, ya girl is trying to figure out what exactly a tag list is and how to make one now that there are over 100 of y’all! Once I do, I’ll make a post and figure out who wants to be a part of it.)

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Hey bestie I read some of your imagines and I love it so I was thinking to make a request :) I probably want to share with you in dm if you want :)

Of course! I'll have to check my settings and make sure my messages are open but I don't mind you sending it in that way love!

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Behind Bars Babes

 Soooooooo I’m making another part to Behind Bars. It must be done. Lots of people seem to love it and I loved writing it so, look forward to that Darlin’ <3

Part 2 is UP!

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Hidden In Plain Sight

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Guns, Angst-ish?, Fluff, Smut (Later Chapters), Possible bad writing? Def not proofread.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Detective!Reader 

Summary: The Hollands have built their empire for years and now a young detective wants to take them down. In a world where Tom figured it would be kill or be killed, He’ll soon find that maybe, just maybe...She can be convinced.

Y/N: Your Name  Y/L/N: Your Last Name

  The sound of your gun clinking in its holster echoed throughout the room as your eyes scanned for any clues they could find. “Man, are we sure this is the right place? I mean... I trust your judgement y/l/n but...this place looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.” Hugh furrowed his brows shining his flashlight while gesturing to the ragged furniture and family photos seeming to be left behind. “That’s what they want us to think Greene.” You sighed giving your partner a glance before shining your light in another direction. “Called the landlord. This place was owned by a Mrs. Gertrude Lightwood.” you couldn’t help the concerned look on your face. “Sure, most of this is hers...but she’s been in a nursing home for years. Do you honestly think this is her mess?” you kicked a few old beer bottles around for emphasis. Hugh’s head dropped shaking a little, “No...No I suppose not...” His British accent thick with the same concern shown on your own face.

“You think it’s them?” Hugh leaned against the kitchen countertop, asking a question he knew the answer to.

“I know it is.”

  You’d only been a detective for a short amount of time, but you’d surely proven yourself with a knack for research. At the ripe age of 20, you’d solved your first case just about all on your own. The department paired you up with Hugh since the beginning of your career, now the slightly portly old man seemed like the only family you had since moving to London. The current case? Thought to be a band of misfit teens, turned out to be a link to one of the largest mafia’s London has to offer. The Hollands, their power is deep seeded in SouthWest London. No one dared to touch a part of their case, that is until now. Hugh figured you’d gone mad when you offered to take them head on, but he’d help none the less.

  “Well...Let’s get going before the sun comes up. No telling if or when they’ll come back.” The white haired man clapped a large hand upon your shoulder. “I could go for Greggs right about now.” He smiled wide making you smile in return. The two of you walked out of the old townhouse and heading into the car. “I think they know we’re onto them.” you stated while bucking up. Hugh nodded “Probably. You don’t keep up with something like this for so long if you aren’t good at hiding it. No one even knows what these people look like, only guesses.” He pointed out and took off towards their favorite breakfast place. “Hey..That’s not bad..” you smirked jotting down something on your little notepad using a cute pen with a duck at the top Hugh had gotten you a year ago. “What?” Hugh’s eyes darted over confused “Oh don’t start with this shi-”

“I’m just saying!” you laughed, pleased with his reaction. “What if they’re not hidden...or better yet.” you winked. “Hidden in plain sight?”

  “You’re due for the looney bin any day now y/n!” Hugh laughed parking in front of Greggs, you only chuckled and shrugged back. The little breakfast shop was full, but it is eight am on a Wednesday morning. your detective side was still in high gear, making sure to memorize every face you could since the stake out house hadn’t been very far away. Over at a table buried away in a corner sat a group of young men. A tall blonde with striking blue eyes, a shorter curly red head and a grumpy looking brunette. What a group. Hugh Ordered for you both, opting to chat with the cook rather than join your speculation. you took a seat at a table not too far but not too close to the group of men, scrolling through your phone to seem as though you were minding her business. That is until you locked eyes with a chestnut brown pair.

  “Psst!” a sharp kick to the shin pulled Tom from fiddling with the many golden rings adorning his fingers. “Ow! That hurt asshole.” Tom hissed reaching down to rub where Harry had abused him. “Cops.” Haz stated quietly as to not draw attention their way, which was always a difficult feat seeing that Tom ultimately looked like a mob boss. “We’re fine, just keep your cool. Try not to be an idiot and they’ll move along.” Tom hummed clasping his hands together so he could rest his chin atop his bruised knuckles. His eyes found you sat at a table playing on your phone, He couldn’t quite tell your age but, he knew you were young, around his age maybe? He didn’t recognize you though. Tom couldn’t help but swoon at the way your hair framed your tired face perfectly, eyes holding a bit of dark color beneath them. He must’ve been staring too long, seeing that your eyes flicked up just in time to meet his own. Boy was Tom enthralled, but the interaction was short lived as his brother and best friend tugged him out of the shop.

  “What was that about?” Hugh muffled out through a bite of his breakfast sandwich. “I....I don’t know..” you for once felt stuck so, you opted to eat your breakfast instead of talking. “Those boys sure did look flashy.” Hugh pointed over towards the table the group had previously been sat. You nodded giving a content hum “Maybe, but we can’t just jump to conclusions. Maybe they’re just rich.” Hugh snorted a little at your sudden halt on the whole ‘It could be anyone’ idea. “Why don’t we rest up, you give me a call if you catch anything new and I’ll do the same? Sound good?” He slapped his cap back atop his head crumpling up a food wrapper. “Good to me.” you confirmed standing up from your seat to say goodbye to Hugh before walking the short distance back to your apartment.

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  The day had gone by and shifted London into darkness, but lights and music still boomed on for the drinkers, dancers, and all of the above to enjoy. Tom would be one of them if he wasn’t getting his ass chewed out. “You mean to tell me after being told police were on their way to your hideout, you chose to go eat breakfast in the middle of fucking town?!” Dom yelled down at the three boys. “Yeah well we were hungr- I’m sorry.” Harry’s head hung in shame, Haz stood tall and calm whilst Tom’s face begin to turn red. “You’re the one who can’t handle his own fucking dirty work! It’s your guy we’re after, why didn’t you go and sit in an old run down house that smelled like mothballs for hours to watch some guy’s house? Oh RIGHT because you’re the boss of course!” He laughed deep in his chest. The rest of the family backed away but kept watching, Dom and Tom are like dynamite together it just takes one to be the match that strikes the others fuse.

  “Correct! I am the boss, so you will listen to me or you’ll suffer just the same as that man will when I get my hands on him.” Dom growled, gripping Tom by his white button up. “I can’t believe you’re the one I’m passing this shit down to..” He puffed letting Tom go due to Nikki’s pleas. Tom’s courage faltered at his father’s insult, it felt like a low blow. “Yeah...Whatever..” He huffed back fixing his jacket. Dom lit a cigar sitting next to his wife waiting for the explosion. “Now Tom, why don’t you take off your shoes and have a seat. You know your father didn’t mean that- He just gets that way.” She smiled patting the couch. Tom felt a heavy, sickly, almost guilty heat rise to his chest. He’d have to deal with that feeling the only way he knew how, to cover it up with something else. “You know what. I’m sick of being treated second hand by him, I’m sure everyone else does too!“ He seethed beginning to push insults towards Dom. Rage was like an illness to Tom, so easy to fall back to. Before Dom could shout anything back Tom grabbed the nearest lamp and tossed it against the wall with a loud crash. “I’m- I’M FUCKING GETTING OUT OF HERE, FUCK THIS HOUSE, AND FUCK YOU DOM” Tom shouted. He didn’t hear footsteps following him, so he didn’t look back.

  The thumping of his heart in his ears had been replaced by music with thick bass. Making his way into his family’s bar Tom found a table with ease. “Woahhhh...Rough night?” Skips, the main bar tender around the places laughed only to shut down the second he met Tom’s killer gaze. “I’ll just...Leave this here.” Skips practically yelped setting down a bottle of whiskey while he ran off to get a glass and ice. Tom popped the top off the bottle of expensive whiskey downing a few chugs before slamming it down on the table again. His outburst was starting to become hard not to notice but if you wanted to keep your eyes, you’d act like you didn’t even if you did.

  That is unless that someone is you. You’d found your way into the bar confident there would be evidence of anything from the Holland in there, it is their side of town after all. Deciding to blend in a bit and to purely have some fun you joined in on the dance floor scooting through the crowd trying to get to the bar. Suddenly a large man in a suit stood before you. “Uh..excuse me if I could just slip-” “My friend asked for you at his table.” The large man oddly enough was the sweetest person you’d met all night. “Uhm..” You turned your head in the direction the man pointed in and froze. The guy from Greggs this morning. “Thank you!” you smiled calmly, making your way over to the brunette. Your eyes couldn’t help but drop as he leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose his toned chest while sending you a smirk.

  “Hello Darling! I thought I recognized you~” Tom teased, obviously a bit buzzed from chugging whiskey. “Yeah, breakfast this morning..um. I didn’t catch your name however-” “Tom.” He spoke immediately taking two glasses pouring whiskey for them both and slid a coke your way. “Nice to meet you Tom, I’m not much of a drinker.” You cleared your throat a little. “Well for tonight, maybe you should?” He nodded pushing your glass closer towards you. Why the hell not? “Okay, Tom. What exactly..” “Your name Darling.” He smiled sipping at his own drink. “Y/n.” You swirled your cup around a little before drinking half of it to ease your nerves. Why was this guy messing with your nerves? “Pretty~” Tom’s voice deepened and his eyes darked while raking over your figure. You’d chosen a tight red dress that showed just enough cleavage for most, but not enough for Tom

  Tom watched as you finished your first drink and drank a little coke while he poured you both another. Thirty minutes became an hour, an hour became two and before you knew it you and Tom were on the dancefloor together. His firm hands gripped tightly at your hips keeping you close in the dancing crowd as the two of you grinded together. “You’re fun!” You drunkenly laughed wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “That’s what I like to hear Darling!” He grinned dipping his head down so his nose brushed yours. Your mouth fell open slightly and everything seemed to slow down. What were you doing. “There is of course...” Tom slid a hand up your body grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger, the cooling effect of his rings against your warm skin made you shiver. “Something else I’d love to hear you say as well.” He tisked leading you towards the back of the bar. “And what’s that?” You raise a brow, tilting your head making Tom pull his bottom lip between his teeth. The next thing you knew you were in a private area and Tom pulled two red curtains shut before turning back to face you. “Daddy.”

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Behind Bars

Summary: After getting caught by the police at his most recent treasure hunt, Nate must confess his true life to you. What’ll happen when you find out? What’ll happen when he finds out about your most recent discovery as well?

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Slight angst, Pregnancy? 

  Nathan found himself in quite the predicament on a hunt gone wrong. Police surrounding him pointing guns his way “Hands in the air where we can see them!” one shouted. Of course, he couldn’t fight off an entire team of armed men so Nate obliged, lifting his arms in defeat letting them search him. “We’re gonna get you out of there kid don’t worry, I’m gonna do my best.” Sully spoke over the earphone, stopping as a cop snatched it from Nates’ ear “You got a buddy?” He questioned crouching. Nate stayed silent making the cop shake his head, “If you were smart you’d give them up. Help yourself?” yet still Nate spoke of nothing as they tossed him into the back of a cop car. At this point he was glad Sully got away but afraid of how or what to tell you.

  You and Nate had a lovely seven year relationship going on. You’d met him when he still tended the bar, not knowing much about his current job but you didn’t feel the need to question it, you trust Nate. Or well, trusted after answering a call from the police letting you know they had Nate and needed you to come in. What on earth could he have gotten arrested for? Day drinking and driving? He was supposed to be at work. Tossing on your shoes you headed straight to the station, maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding, and you were overthinking it. Nothing prepared you for what came out of Nate’s mouth as you sat down in front of him.

  Nate decided to drop the bomb before the police could, thinking that maybe you’d like the news better from him. “I’m an explorer y/n. I find old treasure...” He blurted out, fiddling with his cuff against the table. You remained silent. “Sometimes to find said treasure I have to...to.” He sighed “Steal, and trespass and uh...you know, the works.” He spoke in less detail seeing your stunned face. The police had brought you a file on Nate which you flipped through wordlessly. “Now- now before you get mad or-” Nate began but your angry eyes jumping to meet his made him jump. “Before I get mad? oh Nathan don’t. Don’t, alright? You don’t get to decide what the fuck I feel right now. this is...this is fucked...” Your voice drifted again, things stayed silent for a while as you thought. ”Y/n, baby. Talk to me please?” the explorer swallowed heavily. He could see he was slowly losing you, your trust, your relationship. “All the trips, the late nights out. That was for this shit?” You asked raising a brow. Nate shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, “Sort of...Yes. Mostly.”.  You chewed at your bottom lip “I thought we did all those things, went places because you wanted to...with me.” you stuttered out, eyes betraying you as they began to water. “I-I did want to do them with you! I just, happened to be doing other things too. But I swear, I swear I love you and I would’ve told you eventually I just didn’t want you hurt.” Nate begged wishing he could reach over and swipe the tears from under your glossy eyes.

  You frowned nodding your head a little “Okay, Well that’s gone just great for you hasn’t it Nate.“ you spoke with a bit of Venom as you came to a realization. “It’s Sully isn’t it? They asked me if you had any close friends. I didn’t answer because I wanted to talk to you first. Victor’s the other guy.” You placed a hand against your forehead. “Yes. But you can’t tell anyone please! He’s gonna try and get me outta here when he can. One of us had to get out of there with the treasure.” Nate was finally honest. “So you went to jail, for Victor, and some gold?” You questioned, Nate scanning your face trying to gauge how he should answer. “....Yes?...Y/n it’s worth MILLIONS!” He whisper yelled the last part, “Think about what we could do with that, I promised you I’d always take care of you-” a groan from you made Nate stop. “I don’t care about Millions Nathan! I care about you, I want you, home with Us.” You placed a hand against your chest, heart beating frantically behind your ribs.

  Nate furrowed his brows. “What do you mean us?” it was now his turn to ask a question. You shook your head “I can’t do this. We can’t do this.” You pointed between yourself and Nate avoiding his question. “Y/n don’t say that. Answer me.” He spoke sternly leaning forwards against the table trying to keep you calm. Hot tears started streaming down your face as Nate pressed a kiss to your forehead “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, feeling a tinge of hope as you leaned against him. “I’m not going to make you stay, that would be selfish of me.” He sighed clinking against his metal cuffs. “I- I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to leave you Nate, but-” You sniffled, “You’re an idiot... I love you.”. A buzzer warned you both that time was about to be up. “I love you too.” He smiled sadly as you stood. “Come see me sometime?” He couldn’t exactly stand since his ankle had been cuffed to his chair to keep him from running. “Of course.” You whimpered giving in to him like you always seem to do. Kissing his slightly chapped lips, you waved goodbye as an officer escorting you away. “What the fuck did she mean by us?” Nate slumped in his chair.

  You drove home, pissed but determined. Pressing Sully’s contact in your phone, you figured he wouldn’t answer. To your surprise a throat cleared on the other side “Y/n...I’m sure you’re calling because of Nate?” He winced preparing to be yelled at. “No shit. Nate said you’d try to get him out?” You spoke sternly, pulling into your driveway, not really wanting to be at home with all of Nate’s things. “I said I’d try but they’ve got him pretty good, several felonies Isn’t exactly good y/n.” Sully sighed closing his eyes tightly. “You don’t understand Victor.” You couldn’t help the break in your voice, fingers tapping your steering wheel. “Don’t understand what? He’s in jail-” “I’m pregnant.” You sobbed, forehead settling where your fingers had been tapping. a hard swallow could be heard on the other end “Oh...Shit kid I-I’m sorry I had no idea- wait...did you tell Nate?” He asked scooping up his keys. “No. I couldn’t. How was I supposed to? He was cuffed to a chair Victor. Not exactly a peak Father moment don’t you think?” You huffed popping open your car door, heading inside.

  “I’m coming to get you, you can stay with me as long as you’d like- If you’d like, I’ll help you until we can get him out. Again...if you want that?” He halted his movements, clicking his seatbelt waiting for your response. Did you want that? Sully was partially the reason Nate’s in prison, but you need someone, and if you were staying with Nate you might as well get to know his secret life. “Yeah...Yeah let’s do that.” You nodded grabbing out some luggage so you could pack. “Alright kid, be there in a few, push comes to shove we’ll being everything to my place. Nate’s not gonna be able to keep up with bills n’shit y’know?” He grumbled now understanding the stress of your situation, Nate had gotten the place for you both and decided that you could just stay home and work your hobby since he made so much. “Yeah, I know.” You blinked away a few stray tears packing your photo album to come along for now, that and a few of Nate’s sweats and shirts for comfort. You can always come back and get the rest. “I’m ready when you are.”

Alrighttt so I actually think I really like this one, anddddd I may make a second part if y’all are down? Anyways! I hope you enjoyed Loves! <3 -Snax

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