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darthgloris · 7 months

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Our Padawan III

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

Warnings: death, heartbreak, angst, grief, sad Ani, traumatized Ahsoka

Summary: After the chaos in the gorge, Ahsoka and Anakin descend the cliffs to look for Y/N. The young girl finds her sprawled out on the ground and hopelessly tries to get her to wake up. When Anakin finds his Padawan trying to make her get up, his heart crumbles. As he grieves the love of his life, Ahsoka guilts herself into believing it was her fault.

A/N: and here comes the saddest one of them all! A moment of silence for Mufasa and Y/N. I promise that after this one I'm publishing lots of fluff!

Song: Mufasa Dies - Hans Zimmer

Our Padawan // Our Padawan II

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Ahsoka hopped down from the rocks and the thump of her feet echoed through the dead-silent gorge.

She tried to look for her Master through the clouds of sand and dirt. She caught sight of a silhouette under the broken tree and her heart clenched as she walks towards it. She takes slow, careful steps as she inspects the unmoving figure.

Y/N was on her side, hand curled on the floor by her face, hair tousled up and drooping over her forehead. She looked peaceful, almost asleep, except something felt different... she didn't have that spark of life.

No.

She has to be okay.

"Master?" Ahsoka looked at her, desperate for a sign of life. "Y/N, come on."

She walked closer and pulled on her arm, "You gotta get up." Completely still and a bit cold, her arm flopped back into place.

"Y/N..?" She whimpered. "We gotta go home..."

The young girl moved to stand near her head and tried to shake her awake.

But she wasn't moving.

"Help!" She called, her hopeless yell echoing through the gorge, now fallen onto deaf ears. "Anakin!"

Ahsoka walked back and forth through the gorge, screaming for anyone to respond. "Rex! R2..!"

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, but she still refused to admit her Master was gone. Forever. "Help..." her breath shook as tears filled her eyes, but she didn't let them spill. Instead, she walked over to Y/N's still figure and knelt down next to her, resting her head in her lap. "Come on, I know you're still there... you have to be..."

Footsteps echoed through the silence and her head snapped up, looking for the person. "Snips?"

"Master!" She said and rushed to hug him.

Anakin's heart crumbled and seemed to never be able to be put back together again.

The love of his life, his angel, his Y/N... lifeless on the floor like an animal.

He dropped to his knees beside her, defeated, devastated, destroyed.

Every moment they ever spent together flashed before his eyes like a movie: all the secret meetings and the kisses and the nights spent together... all gone. It was all gone.

His eyes filled with tears as Ahsoka tried to grab onto his arms and pull him towards her. "Master, help, please... I can't get her to get up..."

"Snips..." he couldn't even put the words together. He couldn't. "She's... she's not going to get up..."

The girl seemed to get lost in herself for a moment, and Anakin pulled his favourite person's dead body onto his lap, holding her close for the last time. He held her cold, peaceful face over his chest, right where she would rest after a long day. He started sobbing uncontrollably as he clutched onto her for dear life. He couldn't bring himself to let her go.

"I'm sorry, Master..." Ahsoka spoke up, her voice heavy with tears.

"Snips, don't do this, please..." Anakin begged. "You have nothing to apologise for."

"It's... it's my fault..." She said as she looked at her broken lightsabers in the distance.

"No, it's not, Snips, don't say that..." he denied without missing a beat.

"She'd... she'd still be alive..." she thought out loud, trembling as she took a few steps back. "I can't, I'm sorry..."

"Ahsoka, wait!" Anakin called, but she had already taken off running. His breathing quickened as his eyes flickered from the dust his Padawan kicked up to Y/N's pale and tranquil face. He couldn't take it anymore.

He let out a blood curdling wail of grief. And then he kept screaming. He screamed until his throat ripped raw, until he felt his voice dying into his trachea.

Anakin felt numb. He felt as if he lost the sense of time, place and touch. He couldn't get up, he couldn't pull his skin away from hers. He just couldn't. Because he knew that if he let go, he'd never touch her again. If he walked away from her, he'd see her once more at her grave and then never again.

...

Ahsoka's step faltered as she heard someone speaking and a response by commlink.

"Did you do it?"

"I did. She's dead."

She gasped silently as she poked her face out from the wall of stone. Dooku was on the line with someone... with Palpatine?

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Skywalker's screaming over his loss and the little girl felt so guilty about it that she ran away."

"So what are you waiting for? Go find her and kill her!"

As if on cue, the Sith turned around and caught the girl spying. She yelped and stumbled away, rushing back to look for Anakin.

She reached the broken tree and saw the ship waiting for Anakin to get inside. "Master!"

"Snips! You're all right!" He said, relieved, as she threw her arms around him again. He held her tightly as he felt a sudden wave of affection for her. He was going to protect her with all he had, at the cost of his life. His last attempt to keep a part of Y/N alive.

"Go on, go back to the ship." He said and she obliged wordlessly.

As he picked her up bridal style and walked inside the ship, he felt like it was the longest walk he ever took. With the love of his life still limp in his arms, he pressed a button to send a message to Obi-Wan.

"Y/N's gone, Obi-Wan. Alert the Council."

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano #tcw ahsoka #tcw anakin #star wars the clone wars

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innytoes · 3 months

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ok. i can't even read the rest of the list and i imagine there will be other requests for it but... What do you mean, the raccoon stole the ring you planned to propose with? - Willex.

Also for @floating-in-the-blue who did indeed request the same thing and lbr, I put that there as Willex bait.

"What do you mean, you lost the ring?" Julie asked incredulously.

"I mean I lost it!" Alex said, pacing back and forth, back and forth in the studio. "I did something stupid and I lost it and now Willie is never going to marry me because I'm stupid and reckless and-"

"Okay first of all, calm down," Flynn said. "If anyone is into Stupid and Reckless, it's Willie. Didn't you two ride a shopping cart down a hill on your second date?"

"Third," Alex pouted.

"Dude, where did you lose it, we'll help you look," Luke offered. "Or like if you left it in your pocket while doing laundry, we'll... I dunno, as an adultier adult about finding a plumber."

"Oh no it's way worse than that," Reggie piped up, and Alex shot him a glare.

"Shut up this is half your fault."

"Oh, now I know it will be good," Flynn said, leaning forward.

"So you know how we always joke that Willie is secretly a raccoon in human form?" Reggie started, sounding way too cheerful for Alex' liking. He groaned, flopping pathetically onto the rug next to Julie's chair. She patted his head in only mild condescension. Which would soon be full-blown condescension when she learned how stupid he was.

"Yes?" Flynn asked, eager.

"Well, we thought it would be funny to get a picture of Alex proposing to a real raccoon. You know, to post online after Willie said yes."

It would have been funny. Willie would have thought it was hilarious. He didn't like posting pictures of himself on social media, after so long being a photo prop for his rich foster dad, but Alex kind of wanted something to obnoxiously put online because he knew his mom still stalked his socials from time to time.

"So we went over to that pizza place, you know the one, because there's usually some raccoons hanging out behind it near the dumpsters. And we found one and lured it with some marshmallows, and then Alex got out the ring to propose, and I got a few shots, but just as I was lining up the perfect angle..."

"It grabbed the ring and took off," Alex finished miserably.

"We tried to get it back but... raccoons are fast when they want to be!" Reggie shrugged. "I took a video, though. You know, so maybe we could identify the raccoon later and try again."

He was pretty sure Reggie took a video to lord over him forever, because the sight of Alex chasing a raccoon around a parking lot and then begging and waving marshmallows at it at the bottom of a telephone pole was kind of pathetic and something that could be used as blackmail.

"So the raccoon stole the ring you were going to propose with," Julie said, slowly, so slowly. Like she was judging him. Which was fair. Alex was judging himself. On the couch, the sound of Luke and Flynn stifling laughter made everything a million times worse.

"What do you mean the raccoon stole the ring you planned to propose with?" A new voice asked from the door opening.

Alex looked up, wishing the earth would swallow him whole. "Willie," he said, his voice high pitched and creaky. "Hi! Um. I can explain."

"I think I got the gist of it," Willie said, his eyes sparkling and dancing with mirth.

"I'm so, so, so sorry," Alex said. "I thought you'd find it funny!"

"Oh trust me, I do," Willie said, moving to pull him up from his miserable lump on the ground. "And I'm going to want to see that video later," he told Reggie.

"Please no," Alex whined, even though Reggie was totally going to plug it into the big TV in the house so everyone could enjoy it, probably.

"Don't worry about it, Hotdog," Willie soothed, pulling him into a hug. Alex hid his face in his shoulder, letting the feel of his boyfriend's arms around him calm him down a little. Even when everything was shit, he always felt a little better in Willie's arms.

"I lost your engagement ring over trying to make a funny meme," he pointed out.

"Well," Willie said, pulling away. Before Alex knew what was happening, he got down on one knee in front of him, pulling a ring out of his back pocket. "It's a good thing I still have mine, then. Alex Mercer, will you marry me?"

#julie and the phantoms #willex #fanfic #they're stupid your honour #I wrote a thing #they do post one of the pictures Reggie took before the raccoon stole the ring as their engagement announcement #they probably played the video of Alex trying to reason with a raccoon on a loop at their joint bachelor party #OF COURSE ALEX SAID YES #Of course Reggie snapped a few pictures of the actual engagement as well #those are probably hung up in their home somewhere #like can you imagine three frames next to each other: raccoon picture/engagement/wedding photo

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nomoreusername · 11 months

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Hypocritic

Newt x female reader

⚠️Mentions of suicide⚠️

I stood at those walls waiting for them to open. No, I'm not a Runner. I'm just a Builder, but today I have to be behind those walls before someone notices.

I had tried to stay here. Every day I woke up and smiled like it was nothing. I'd tune out Gally's complaining. I'd laugh at Minho's sarcasm and Chuck's pranks. Something I'd do every morning was wake Newt up with a kiss. Not today though. Today he'd wake up to a note. That note would be the last thing anyone would have of me.

Have you figured it out yet? Today I'm going to jump from those walls, and I'm going to die. I even got Minho to tell me who was running what section today. No one suspected anything. Not when I requested paper and pen, not when I stopped going to Greenie night, and not when I got more curious about the Maze. It wasn't their fault of course. I always was curious about everything. I could change just like that and blame it on girl things. In reality I didn't have a choice if I wanted to keep this hidden. I refuse to let something stop me.

I sat by those walls. In five minutes I'd slip inside without a word. How long until they noticed? I guess when Newt wakes up to that note.

I wanted to cry, but nothing came out. I was too far gone. I hope they understand that I can't stay trapped here forever. They didn't expect me to, did they?

I heard the doors open. My stomach did flip flops. A part of me was screaming that I could just stay. That I had all my friends here, and I could maybe tell them. I pushed it away.

Looking around the Maze I put one foot in as if it would trigger something. As always nothing changed. This place was still the same as always. It had the same weather, the same sounds, and the same dread that came with being here.

I took a deep breath before going down the doorway. As I did I heard the last person I could have wanted to.

"Don't take another bloody step."

"Minho said I just had to grab something here real quick. I'll be back,"I deadpanned, not daring to turn around. "Then look at me,"He demanded. I didn't.

"Y/N, look at me!"

I couldn't. He always knew when I was lying. I had to run before he could catch me. Despite his limp he had still been a Runner. He knew more than me.

Before he could react I sprinted around the corner. I couldn't let him catch me. I had planned this out too long.

I turned another corner and saw a dead end. Tugging on a vine I tried to make my way up until Newt was already there. He pulled me away as I struggled to get out of his grasp. It didn't matter where I went. I just couldn't be here.

"Let me go! Newt, let go of me!"I screamed. "Stop it! I'm dragging you back if I have to. Do you hear me?! You're not jumping off these stupid walls!"He yelled. "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"I repeated. "I'm not going to do that so just come back to the Glade!"

"Just stop! I'll find another way! I don't care how bad it hurts! I just can't stay here!"I cried out. "I'll keep you in the slammer for the rest of your life if I have to!"

"I'll find a way there too!"

"You're being selfish!"

I froze at those words. We both had. A heavy silence filled the air.

"I'm selfish? I'm the selfish one? But you're such a saint, right? You're so good because you wake up every day, right? Right?"

"Just please stop. Just come back to the Glade. We'll figure out how to handle this,"He begged. "There's nothing to handle. Don't you get it? I'm done with everything here,"I cried. I was losing energy to keep struggling.

"Hey. What are you two doing here?"Minho asked. Nobody was supposed to be running here today. Why was everyone ruining this?

"Help me Minho. Grab her legs,"Newt instructed. I was pathetically kicking. Minho seemed to realize what was going on because he ran like his life depended on.

"Just put me down! Why would I go back? Give me one good reason? So you can tell Alby and keep an eye on me like a child?"I spat, venomed coating my voice. "If that's what it takes then yes."

They kept holding me until I was out. By now everyone was awake and turned their head at the sight. A Runner and an ex-Runner who had tried to kill himself there were carrying a distraught Builder.

"What happened? Why are you two there?"Alby asked. Minho's back was covering me, and I wished it could stay that way forever.

"It's Y/N,"Newt uttered. Alby's face dropped as he saw them carrying me. He knew to. How many Gladers had figured this out?

"Get her to the Med-Jacks,"Alby commanded. "I'm not hurt. I'm fine,"I spat, hoping it was convincing. "No. Just get her there."

I gave up on my struggle and let them carry me there like I was something that needed help. They couldn't fix it. What was so hard to understand?

"Clint, Jeff,"Newt called. They came over and saw the scene. I tried to hide the tears rolling down my face.

"Nothing's hurt,"I said before they could ask. They looked at each other like they knew, and I guess they did.

They finally set me down but blocked any way out. I stared at the ground not talking. Even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to say anything.

After concluding nothing was wrong I tried to leave. Instead, Newt stayed there.

"I need to work."

"You need to stay,"He said, in a softer voice. I hated it. "I have a job to do. I can't stay here forever."

"You've lost your mind if you think I won't stay here."

I felt rage fly through me. How dare be stand there like this. He should understand better than anyone here.

"Do you think you're all godly Newt? Well, you aren't. You're nothing more than a hypocrite."

Every noise here stopped. I already knew what they were thinking. They thought I was a monster for saying that. They thought I was evil for reminding him of all he tried to push past. They thought I was a coward for refusing to admit what I had done.

"Can I talk to her for a minute? Alone?"Newt asked. They looked at each other but left. I had lost any rage I once had. Now I felt shame that I shouldn't. I hadn't done anything wrong. This place was hell, and we all knew it. Why was it so bad for someone to want to leave it?

"Sit,"He said softly. I didn't dare look up or do it. "Please love?"

I don't know why that name made me change my mind, but it did. He slowly sat beside me.

"I know I'm a hypocrite. That's why I think I should tell you what happens."

"I don't want to know."

"You need to love. You need to know the aftermath of everything once you try to kill yourself."

I winced at those words. I had been avoiding them so it wouldn't hurt as much.

"That's one part. Every time you hear words like that you feel like nothing's okay. Your whole world feels like it's frozen. Then, there's all that goes through your head on the way there. You keep convincing yourself that it's okay. You keep telling yourself everyone will get over it. After all, we're trapped here so it shouldn't matter."

"I don't want to-"

"You need to. You need to know why it's never worth it. I can stop for a second, but you need to know."

"Please stop for one second?"I asked, feeling my eyes tear up. "Of course love."

I don't know how long it was, but eventually I shook my head.

"As you get deeper in you start asking yourself why no one noticed. You feel like you had given signs they had all ignored. Then, you think about how much you had worked to hide them. It's a dark battle. Why didn't they notice and I'm glad they didn't notice."

I curled my knees to my chest. I hadn't gone that far in. He wouldn't let me.

He put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"As you climb you don't think of anything. You're just numb. There's a black hole of nothing. Once you're at the top you start thinking of it's worth it. You know you'd be leaving people behind, but you try to tell yourself they wouldn't care. Then, you jump. On your way down you see the faces of everyone you cared about. You hear their words and all the good times you had fly through. Those seconds feel like hours. You want to change it, but it's too late. You're gone, and nothing will bring you back. Yes,I am a hypocrite, but if it means I need to tell you why you have to stay I'll wear that title with pride."

"It doesn't feel okay. I feel like I'm being torn apart. I want to scream until I can't. I just want to throw everything I can. I want to cry, and I just want it to stop. I can't even wake up before I feel it Newt. Why can't I have at least a few good seconds before I wake up?"I asked, finally letting myself cry. There were so many years I had been trying to hold back. Hiccupped sobs left me. All the air was stolen from me.

I felt Newt place his arms around me. I hugged back as tightly as my exhausted body would allow and sobbed on his shoulder. He sat there and didn't say a word.

"When does it go away?"I asked. He looked at me and shook his head. "It never goes away, but it gets smaller. Soon you can laugh and smile again. You can be happy that you get to take another breath, but it never truly goes away."

"How do I make it better?"I asked. "You learn to ask for help,"He told me, wiping those tears from my face. He pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.

"I just want to sleep,"I murmered.

"Lay down love. I'll be right here when you wake up."

I put my head on his shoulder and told myself he wouldn't leave. He'd be there when I woke up, and we'd got from there. Right now I just need to sleep on his shoulder.

#newt x y/n #newt x reader #tmr newt #newt tmr #one shot #tmr #the maze runner #hurt/comfort #angst #bittersweet fluff

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regalityandcoffee · 2 years

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The Strawberry Game, aka Regal Smut 2: Electric Boogaloo.

Warnings: overstim, praise kink

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Not until every last strawberry was gone. That's how long William said he'd keep fucking you, teasing you (or at least until you tapped out).

Until every last strawberry in the bowl on his dresser was gone. It sat in a bigger bowl, atop some ice, and next to it was a glass cup he'd dispose the leaves of the berries in as he fed one to you after every orgasm. Three were gone already (two courtesy of him putting your legs over his shoulders as he ate you out), and he wouldn't tell you how many was actually left in the bowl.

But you can tell it was a lot. Six or seven, at least.

Currently he was busy taking you from behind atop his sheets , the sound of skin against in the room as he thrust slow and deep in you, as you bit down on one of his pillows and gripped the covers as the bed creaked.

You turned your head, gasping, whining, clenching around him. He was still going right after you had come, the taste of the last strawberry he had you reach for was still on your tongue. You had no idea how much more you could take, you felt close to blacking out.

"Use your words, my dear," he grunts behind you, his hands firmly gripping your hips. "Come on, you can do it."

"It's so much-" You turned back and moved into the pillow, the friction rubbing against your still swollen clit and him moving in you was euphoric yet almost unbearable.

"I know, darling. You feel so good, so, so good..."

"Please, Sir-" You begged (for what, you weren't sure at this point) as you tried to fight off your climax.

"Such a good girl, such a sweet thing, lasting so long for me..."

As if your body wanted to prove a point, you came around his thick cock for the second time, you saw stars once again. And yet still, he didn't stop.

"So proud of you, I'm almost there too, just hold on for me longer, sweet- fuck, oh goodness."

You bit into his pillow again as he rocked into you through the shockwaves coursing through your body. Finally, a hand let go of your hip to entwine with yours, squeezing tight as he went stiff against you. "Y/N, I'm coming, mmmph, fuck, oh fuck..."

After what felt like forever, he pulled out you. You slumped down as you heard him pull off the condom and dispose of it in the bin next to the bed.

"Come here, baby, come here." He flopped down next to you against the pillows, pulling you onto his chest. He reached for the bowl, taking out a berry. "One for you, one for me, dear. Open up, please."

You did as told, letting him feed you the strawberry, juice dripping down your chin as he disposed of the leaves and took one for himself.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled against his chest as he ate his.

He swallowed, wiping away the juice at your chin with his thumb. "Whatever for, sweetheart?"

"I wanted to last longer...but it felt too good and I-"

"Don't you ever apologize for that. You've been so good all night, my love. Are you tired? We can play this again another night, you know that."

You nodded.

"Alright. Let's get cleaned up then." As routine, you rolled off of him, letting him get up first and pick you up, carrying you in his strong arms, smiling wearily at him. "Then maybe a bit of TV and off to bed, sounds good, dear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Perfect." He smiled, kissing your forehead as he carried you off to the bathroom.

-fin-

#HAPPY 20TH REGAL FIC EAT UP #william regal #william regal imagine #william regal smut #william regal x reader

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norcalbruja · 4 months

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Interlude: I hate winter

December 27, 2023: So for my synchronization suspicions, there is a little rubber snake toy on the cash register at work. He showed up around around late November or early December. Dec 10 is when I first took a photo of him, but he was there at least a week beforehand. Nobody knows who put him there, lol.

I cannot ignore the appearance of a Smoll Snake appearing at work, around the time I had a dream about Wakanda Forever, which Namor/Kukulkan--a Massive Unit Snake-Spirit--claims that he sent me.

Loki is occasionally stepping in to my headspace as either himself or as Tom-Hiddleston-Loki, and he is like... unusually cheerful about how "Christmas is over and soon working at your shitty job will be, too, Cyborg! New year, new life!"

I'm just going "Loki, please do not tell me this. Even without the pandemic or your reputation, I've heard way too many spirits be optimistic for no results. I don't want to get my hopes up again and end up still living at Mom's place, begging people to just LIKE AND SHARE MY ART POSTS. AGAIN."

And he's like "Aw come on, Cyborg. At least say the words, even if you don't mean them."

Christmas Eve and Christmas were mostly bearable, but yesterday was the really SHITTY day. Everyone ordered huge amounts of food as if they didn't just stuff their faces the night before on Christmas, and then they complained about the wait times. I was constantly thinking "MA'AMSIR, IT'S THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. NOBODY TIED YOU UP AND HAULED YOU TO A BOWLING ALLEY."

With the kitchen having about two and a half people on duty (one new guy, one experienced cook who only worked until 5pm, and the assistant manager who is semi-experienced), they got swamped and had to put a hold on food orders until they finished everything they already had.

So when I got home, I was exhausted but ALSO mad, and that was obviously terrible for my already-insomniac ass.

Water-Spirit curled up in the spiritual "bed" with me, and he was like "you're home now, lovey. You just have one more day of work for this week."

And I was like "Thank you, but I'm probably working New Year's Eve >:( . Fucking hell, I hate having to work food-service instead of art."

Three hours later, he started doing the "mediating my prayers to Loki" thing and asking for help with my life again.

The Water-Spirit said something like "I cannot help her because I can't grant her wishes myself" again, and Loki's response to that part was (yet again) unusually nice and Not-Straight.

Loki was like, "Why are you lying to yourself, man? You always talk shit about ‘oh, I can’t grant wishes.’ As if that’s the only thing that matters." And he just flopped into bed with us.

And I was like, “Loki, he’s like this because of colonization. It’s not a secret. And I don’t think pep talks will work on a spirit.” But it reminded me of how all the other tricksters treat the Water-Spirit as like, their unlucky friend who Cannot Get A Fucking Break, even when he was still calling himself Haik.

As noted when Hera told the Water-Spirit that MAYBE your long-term project-partner/common-law-wife should know exactly who’s been working with her for several years now, Anansi also stepped in and was Uncharacteristically Nice about asking the Water-Spirit to reveal his true form—if not to me, then to HIM.

#personal gnosis #unverified personal gnosis #pop culture paganism #nature spirits

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charliethebugfan · 7 months

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So I'm back with new content...

For the first time in... forever really, I made a sort of a short.. animatic? I made a tiktok video, I also attached a link to it below. In this post I will talk more about how I made it. So moving on! First, this 9 seconds video took over 4 hours to make... I made several folders, and it finished with over 60 layers, to be specific, I finished with 62 total layers. Folders were my biggest friend, especially, that in IbisPaintX you can put folders in folders. Amazing feature if you ask me. I'm really proud of myself especially that I did some changes after I almost finished. I usually don't have patience for this, but this time I was suprisingly calm throughrough the process. Featured character are my two (2) ocs: Azazel and Blue Cheese. I did not make this all in one day. It probably took like a week or so, but I didn't really count. Soon I will start working on another project, woth another tiktok sound :3 That's pretty much all I have to say for now, so stay safe and have a great day/night!! <3

#art #artists on tumblr #digital #small creator #digitalart #small artist #digital aritst #digital artist #digital drawing #artdigital #charliethebugfan #tiktok #tiktok sounds #tiktok trend #oc #oc artwork #oc art #oc stuff #ocs

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jbreenr · 3 years

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Piece Of You –Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Agent!Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't like your new admirer.

Word count: 4.4k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), slight begging, (kind of unjustified) jealous and possessive Bucky, reader being a bit murderous (but nothing too expicit). I think that's it.

A/N: This thing's been on my WIPs forever and I finally finished it. Yay me! Pls, don't let it flop, I'm pretty proud of this one. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.

Inspired by Piece Of You –Shawn Mendes.

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A rescue mission. It was supposed to be easy. Get in, bing, bang, pow, and leave the boat with the son of that politician with no complications.

You should have known something was wrong when no Hydra agent stood guard on starboard, though.

They let themselves come in groups, attacking you from behind, throwing punches at you from every direction and surrounding you in a smaller and smaller circle. Of course, you didn't make it easy for them, you gave a fight, but it was not enough. A contundent hit in the back of your head was all one of them needed for you to fall unconscious to the ground.

You woke up to the sharp pain of a forming bruise and a terrible headache. Trying to reach the aching point, you found out that your hands were tied behind your back by a rope. You pulled, hoping to loosen it, but unsuccessfully.

“Don't bother. You'll bleed before those knots undo.” On your right, a big eyed blonde not older than eighteen said.

“Zachary, I assume.” The humorous smile he showed you, confirming your supposition.

“My ticket home, I assume.” You laughed, the throb in your brain complaining as you did so.

Looking around, you saw four agents with their backs facing you. None of them paid attention to either of you as they examined something on a big screen.

A quick check to your leg said that they got rid of all your weapons, including the small knife your boyfriend gave you as a first-mission-together anniversary gift. You knew it was a bad idea to bring it with you in the first place.

“Look, this is what we're going to do…” you explained your plan to him, praying that he wouldn’t freeze if his help was required.

Quietly moving, you put your feet behind him so he could untie the lace of your boot.

Once your foot was out of the way, you instructed him to search for the small swiss army knife inside of it. As Bucky would say, one can never be too prepared.

Putting you boot again and dragging yourself closer to be back to back with him, you took the knife from his hand and started cutting the robe that kept him immobilized, careful not to peel the skin off his wrists or alter your captors.

Instead of cutting your robe, Zachary undid the knot. When he freed you, he took the knife from the floor and went to give it back but you told him to keep it, just in case things went crazy.

Getting in your initial positions, hands behind and away from the kid, you yelled, “Hey, you idiot!” All of them turned in your direction and you quickly scanned them, looking for weaknesses you could use to your advantage. Finding none, you decided to go for the bigger one first. “Yes, you, with the ugly beard. I have an appointment tonight and he'll get mad at me if I'm late.” He walked towards you, imposing and pissed. “So, if you're nice enough to let us go, I promise I won't tell anyone.” You sweetly smiled at him and he leaned, taking a fist of your hair and tugging it to make you look at his face that was now centimeters from yours. His stinky breath, burning your nostrils.

“Hush your mouth or I'll hush it for you.”

“Hey, leave her alone!” Zachary warned and the guy turned to him to shush him as well, with a more demanding tone this time.

I got you.

You casted your head to the front. Your forehead, colliding with his cheekbone, making him flutter back bewildered. With extreme force, you swung your foot behind his ankles, successfully sending him to the ground with a loud thud and a complaining groan.

After that, everything happened in the flash of a light.

Another of the agents ran to you, bar in hand, ready to set you unconscious again. But you were faster; you kicked the air, your loose boot, flying right to his face and distracting him for a split second, giving you the chance to stand up with both ends of the rope in your hands to tangle it on his wrist, twisting his arm and making him let go of the piece of metal.

You used the rope as a whip, hitting the agent’s eye, causing him to stand back. Your leg flew to the side to kick back another agent as you took the opportunity and strangled the one nearest to you with the rope.

That leaves two.

Once the bar was in your possession, the fight felt more equal. It’d be easier if you had something sharp, though.

Bingo! You thought as the third agent approached you, holding a white and gold knife that looked way too familiar to you.

He waved his hand, attempting to cut you, but you intercepted his movements. A high pitched sound echoed in the room every time metal and metal collided. Your movements recreated what you thought looked like a sword battle.

Planting your feet on the floor, you resisted his weight, both your hands gripping on the bar to stop his hand from slashing your throat.

“I believe this one’s mine.” It was difficult for you to talk, too concentrated on not losing strength on your legs. “Would you mind giving it back?”

“You’ll have it over my dead body.” His raspy accent was also forced. He was putting a lot of effort trying to finish you.

You smiled at that. “That can be fixed.” Stepping forward, you impulsated yourself to the front and spun your right arm, the handle of the bar, hitting him in the nose. He let go of the knife and you caught it in the air. In a swift move, you brushed his throat with the edge of the knife, a perfect line followed by a red falling curtain of blood adorned his skin like a turtleneck and he fell.

That makes it one. The last agent was less agile than the others, but he knew how to punch. You managed to cut him a couple of times and hit him with the bar, but he didn’t surrender.

When you had him with his back pressed against the table and the knife was in his yugular, you heard a scream from behind.

“Drop the weapon and the kid lives.” Ugly-beard guy stood behind Zachary, keeping him still with one hand and pressing a gun on his temple with the other.

Zachary’s lips movies, silently saying sorry.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! The words repeated in your mind as you thought of a way of taking him away from the kid.

“There’s no need to be aggressive, buddy.” You took your hand away from Agent Number Three. “We can discuss it as civilized people.” Seeing that he was not in a talkative mood, you decided to go for plan b. “Or, we can leave this conversation for another time... Now, Zack!”

Having given the order, Zacahry didn’t hesitate and drew his hand back, stabbing the guy in the leg and owning a low groan from him. The boy took the opportunity to drop to his knees and crawl away from him. You barely knew the kid, and you were already so proud of his reaction under pressure.

With your elbow, you knocked your current opponent out and threw the knife in the now weak agent’s direction. Your good aim gave you a clean hit; the handle of the knife rested in between the agent’s wide eyes, a thin thread of blood descended from the lethal wound as he lost strength and collapsed lifeless near his coworkers’ bodies.

You took both knives, cleaned them up in your thigh and put them in place. “Let’s get outta here.”

The next day, you were leaving the conference room after Steve’s weekly encouragement speech when you recognized an unruly blond hair from across the hall.

“I’ll be right back.” you told Nat, who stood there, curious about where you were going.

Walking towards him, you saw that he had a white box in his hands and a shy smile on his face; an older man stood by his side.

“Agent Y/L/N?” the man asked, to which you nodded. “I just wanted to thank you in person for bringing my boy safe and sound.” he stretched his hand out, looking directly at the purple spot in your forehead.

“Senator.” You greeted him. “Don’t thank me, if it wasn’t for Zachary here, we wouldn’t have made it.” you said as you firmly shook hands with him.

The kid’s cheeks turned to a slight shade of pink and his ears were red. He looked away biting his lip.

“That's not what I heard.” Senator Byrd put his hand on Zachary's shoulder. “My son said that you saved his life by using only a rope.” He sounded impressed and you imagined that Zack's version was a little different from how you remembered the events.

“It was not just a rope.”

The senator didn't seem to care about how you saved his son, only the fact that you did, which was better for you, you wouldn't want to deal with an angry parent yelling at you for traumatizing their child.

“Either way, we came here to give you this little present Zack insisted on getting you.” Zachary handed you the box and you took it. “We need to go. Thank you again, agent.”

You nodded your head as a goodbye and smiled at Zachary as they walked to the elevator.

Nat and Bucky were looking at you as you approached them. Both, as intrigued as you to know what was inside the box. With your boyfriend's help, you opened it, almost bursting into laughter as you saw the content: A pair of new, black combat boots placed under a handwritten note that said: “To my savior. With all my admiration, Zack.”

You quickly explained to them that during the fight you lost your boot, and turned to the elevators, seeing Zachary waving at you as the doors closed. Your position didn't let you see Bucky's eye roll.

Two days later, Bucky and you decided to go to the Headquarters' gym after your morning run to have a sparring season.

Sweating body, tangled hair, and a dry mouth, you asked for a timeout for hydration.

You were pouring water from the bottle to the back of your neck to relieve some heat when a young woman with a perfect bun on her hair and a perfectly ironed skirt poked your shoulder, leaning as far from you as possible so the water wouldn’t touch her.

“I’m sorry, agent, but there's this person saying you had an appointment and refused to leave the reception until he saw you.”

Taking a towel you looked at Bucky, who only shook his head and turned to the door to see who it was. The change of humor on his face intrigued you, so you spun over your heels and saw Zachary, folder in hand and a “Visitor” credential hanging on his neck.

“Thank you, Sandra.” You put the towel over your shoulders and walked with her to the door. “I’ll take care of him from here.”

The sound of her heels clicking faded as she rounded a corner.

“Aren’t you in class?” For the second time since you met him, he blushed, and you sighed. Of course he was supposed to be in class. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to know how you're doing. You know, because of your...” He pointed to your eyebrow, signaling where your now green and yellow bruise was.

“I’ve had it worse.” He smiled and hugged the folder to his chest. “Is that for me?”

He looked down, trying to understand what you were talking about. It was as if he forgot he had something on his hands.

“Oh, no. They are food menus.” He showed them to you. “I-I needed a good excuse for the receptionist to let me in.”

From the other side of the room, Bucky yelled “Are you coming or should I change to a punching bag?!”

Shaking your head, you took Zack by the shoulder as his father had done before and walked him to the elevator. “You’ll go down to the reception and tell Sandra to call someone to come for you, and you’re going to wait for that someone to show up so you can leave, got it?”

“Yeah.” He locked his eyes on his feet.

Seconds after calling for the elevator, its ding sounded and the doors opened. You practically pushed Zachary inside and pressed the button for him. His sad expression and the lack of brightness on his face made you wonder if you were being too hard on him.

“Bye, Zack.” you said as the doors closed.

Once back in the gym, you tossed the towel aside and jumped to the ring moving your arms to warm up again. “Alright, where were we?”

“What does that kid want with you?” Bucky asked dryly.

“Nothing. He’s just thankful that I saved him. That’s all.” You jumped slightly, ready for round two.

Bucky unglued his eyes from the hallway and looked at you unamused. “Yeah, he’s more than thankful.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You stopped your movements and placed your hands on your hips.

“He was trying to look through your sport bra.”

“Buck…” You expressed in disbelief.

“I’m serious. That kid likes you.”

“That kid is having a Damsel syndrom moment; I saved his life. He experiences the release of dopamine and endorphins he had during those events when he sees me. It’s physiological; it’ll disappear.”

“I think he enjoys seeing you. A lot.”

“He enjoys the chemical reaction of his brain.” He went to refute, but you cut him off before starting the stupidest discussion in the history of stupid discussions. “Listen, I don’t want to talk about Zack or the fact that my boyfriend is jealous of a guy that hasn't finished middle school yet.” Bumping fists with him, you said. “Instead, start thinking about where you're gonna take me for dinner, because I’ll kick your ass in this round.”

“Uh, Zack. Zack.” He repeated under his breath, but you listened to him and tilted your head. Raising his hands in surrender, he began with the next part of your training.

“You chose the movie yet?” you asked from your shared bedroom as you put on one of Bucky's shirts and your comfy panties.

Friday nights were designed movie nights after you mutually agreed that staying home, chilling was better than attending any event Tony Stark were to host.

Food should be there in a second, on time for Bucky to decide for Rocky (again), arguing that it was a classic. Your drinks, defrosting on the coffee table, next to your boyfriend's crossed feet.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to put your feet up on the table?” You scolded him. He had broken three glasses and a plate already.

“It’s not my fault that your precious table is in the perfect spot for me to do it.”

“Oh, yeah?” You asked as you sat on his lap, straddling him. “And, whose fault is it?” Your arms rested on his shoulders and your fingers started playing with his hair.

He thought of his answer. “I'll tell you if you gimme a kiss.”

“You're good at trading.” Leaning to capture his lips on yours, you felt his hands traveling all the way up your thighs, stopping on your ass and squeezing it.

You moaned at the feeling and started moving your hips, owning a deep growl from Bucky. He directed your peace; slow but hot, firm but loving. Your clothed core rubbing against his growing erection had you both panting on each other’s mouths. When he was happy with the rhythm, his hands left your butt to go down your (his) shirt and caress your waist. Your lips did not separate at any point.

“What if we forget about the movie?” He asked as he made his way down to your neck with wet kisses.

“I don't know.” Closing your eyes you let out a whimper when his hands found your breasts. Cold and warm driving you crazy. “What else do you have in mind?” He was about to answer when two knocks on the door interrupted him. “That's our food.” You went to stand up but Bucky didn't let you.

“Don't go. I'm about to have my favorite meal.” He buried his face between your boobs innocently –as innocent as the action was.

All you did was giggle at how he went from hot to adorable in a second.

“But, I want my kung pao.” As soon as you pouted and he sighed in defeat you knew you had won… for now.

“Fine. But I'll go.” He placed you on the couch and stood up. “I don't want that delivery guy thinking he can have his way with you again.”

“My hero!” You lay down on the couch, resting your head on one of the small pillows scattered on it, and closed your eyes.

Silence reigned for a couple of seconds, until you heard Bucky's exasperated tone through some indistinct murmuring.

“Just give him his tip and bring your butt inside. I'm starving.” Placing the palm of your hand on his shoulder, you felt how tense your boyfriend was so you peeked from behind him, only to find the last person you expected to see. “Zack.” You exclaimed.

“I know, you're going to ask what I am doing here.” He raised his hand in defense, the one that was not behind his back, and stepped closer. “But I have a legit reason this time.”

“The question actually was 'how did you get here?'” Doing your best to keep Bucky's shirt as low as possible and crossing your arms around your hard nipples, you asked. “Who gave you this address?”

Apparently, blood rushing to his face was the typical reaction he would take every time he saw you.

“I may or may not have asked for a favor from one of my dad's friends.”

By the way Bucky inhaled, you knew he was about to say something. Something not as pleasant as you would like it to be, so you got ahead of him.

“Hey, give us a second.” Incredulous, his eyes asked if you were sure, to which you nodded. He sighed, but made his way back to the living room.

When you saw Bucky sitting on his previous spot on the couch, you turned back to Zachary.

“Listen, you can't keep doing this.” You said quietly, almost expecting the super soldier not to listen to your words to avoid one of his smart comments. “This is inappropriate on so many levels. I don’t want to imagine what your dad would say if he…”

Zack bit his lower lip and brought his hand from behind to show you a bouquet of three red roses, cutting you off.

You debated whether you should take them or not. It was a nice gesture from him, but you didn’t want to encourage him to keep his unexpected visits going. Just to not look rude and make the situation more difficult for him, you took them.

“I didn't know you had a boyfriend.” He said as he looked inside.

“She does!” Bucky yelled and you contained the urge to go and slap him.

“If I have a boyfriend or not is not the point.” You took his chin to make him look at you. “It also has nothing to do with our age difference, if that's what you're thinking.” He murmured that he didn’t believe it was too big, to which you shook your head. “You are a sweet boy, God knows how much I would’ve liked to meet someone like you back when I was in school, but you need to find a girl your age, someone with whom you have things in common.”

The gears in his head worked at a maximum, his eyes, not meeting yours as he tried to find something to debate your argument.

“I know how to use a knife.”

You tilted your head, not believing your ears.

“Everyone knows how to use a knife.” Sighing, you intended to compose yourself so you wouldn’t ruin the delicacy with which you had been handling the situation until then. “What I’m trying to make you understand is that you cannot expect anything from me. You’ll soon stop feeling the way you do towards me and will realize that this was not going to get you anywhere.”

His eyes blindly focused on the flowers in your hand, in an attempt to process what you just said. It took him a couple of seconds to answer.

“But…”

“A’ight, kid, you heard her. Get gone.” Bucky took you by the waist, dragged you back and closed the door on Zack’s face, not giving him a chance of saying anything else.

“Buck, what..” You didn’t finish your question when he slammed you against the door. The whimper you let out, almost as loud as the thud of your back hitting the white wood.

“See? This boy wants you.” you were going to ask him not to be ridiculous, to forget about Zack and go back to the couch to watch your movie, but he had other plans. “And I need him to get the message.”

“What messa--.” He interrupted you again, only this time by spinning you around and caging you between the door and his firm chest. Your face, pressed next to the peephole.

“That you’re mine.”

He yanked your panties down and raised your shirt up your butt, leaving it on display and fully at his mercy. With his vibranium hand flat between your shoulder blades, he kept you glued to the door, immobile, while the other fondled your ass cheek. At some point, the flowers were taken from you. Your now free hands tried to hold onto something when his found its way to your front, brushing his fingertips in your lower lips, chucking as he gathered your dripping wetness and scattered it around. He purposely avoided touching your clit, instead, he just parted your lips with his index and middle fingers so the cold air would hit you directly, which had you meowing in desperation.

“Say you’re mine, doll.” His breath hit your ear, a lick of his tongue on your lobe made you shut your eyes. “Say you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want.”

The grip of his fingers on your right leg guided it up, leaving it to rest against the doorknob for support.

“I’m yours.” You whispered, doing your best to make it audible enough.

He pressed his finger on your nub and you sighed.

“I know you can do better than that.” He circled his finger making you moan again. “Just like that. Let the whole building know who you belong to.”

“You, Buck.” Jolting your hips forwards, you tried to find his touch. “I’m all yours!” You practically screamed.

“I know, gorgeous.” And now, he does too. he completed the sentence on his head. “I know.” And with that, he started rubbing your clit with a faster velocity and with more force, unleashing a series of loud cries from you.

You felt your left leg failing, the only things keeping you from falling were Bucky’s strong hold on you and the -in your opinion- weak barrier the doorknob digging in your flesh was.

With expert technique, he moved his hand, teasing your entrance with two fingers while his thumb kept working on your bulge of nerves. Clenching around nothing, you felt your orgasm growing closer and tried to sink down on his digits, but he drew them away, managing to continue torturing you with his thumb.

“Please.” You begged. “Please, Buck! Make me cum!” The desperation in your voice had Bucky smiling.

“Will do.” The hand that rested on your back was now teasing one of your nipples, slightly pinching it, making you gasp. “Under one condition.”

“Anything. Just… please.”

His thumb left you, but you didn't have time to complain; the tip of his cock toured from your ass to your entrance and Bucky groaned when he felt you pulsating in need.

“I don't want you to hold back.” You felt his words traveling down to your core. The demanding tone of his request, making you ever wetter. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes.” You barely said before he pushed inside. “Yes!”

“That's what I'm talking about.” He grunted. His palms now gripping with force on your hips, keeping you straight and still as he dragged in and out from behind.

Your whines were loud, obscene; high-pitched cries that only motivated Bucky to move faster. You could feel your ass cheeks jiggling every time his hips collided with your skin creating an almost pornographic sound.

One of his hands found its way back to your clit and started playing with it. Your nails scratched the door, trying to find a grip on something. You were sure the doorknob was going to break at any point.

“Think that kid can do this to you?” He pressed his chest to your back, pushing your body to the front and giving him the perfect angle to go even deeper, hitting that wonderful spot with every thrusts. “Think he can make you a whining mess as I do?” Until then, you had forgotten about Zack. Hell, you didn't remember your own name.

“N--no.” Was your only answer. But seemingly, it was all he needed.

Bucky rested his forehead on your shoulder and doubled his work on your clit, the wet sound of his fingers furiously rubbing you and the sensation itself were too much for you to handle.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. The walls of your apartment falling apart, the light bulbs exploding behind your eyelids and the world disappearing under the scream you let out.

Drawing out of you, Bucky turned you around again. Breathless, you leaned against the door to keep you from collapsing.

Opening your eyes, you saw Bucky raising your shit up your boobs and taking his glistening length in hand, rapidly jerking off. Your arousal, making it easier for him to do it. A few more strokes and he reached his release. Ribbons of his hot cum landing on your stomach, rolling down your belly button and sneaking between your legs.

You knew Bucky well enough to be certain that it was his way of marking you. Not that you were complaining.

His eyes were stuck on you, drunk on the sight of your blissed out expression and the satisfied smile on your lips. He let go of the shirt and took you in his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Let's get you cleaned up. Our food will be here soon.” Peeking at the peephole, he saw an empty hall.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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Sex With A Ghost (Hypodermic Sally x reader)

Description: you're having sex with a ghost, duh

A/N: I was listening to Sex With A Ghost by Teddy Hyde and came up with this idea for a fic. Enjoy <3

Warnings: SMUT, reader fucks Sally with their cock/a strap

Sex with Sally was always a fascinating thing to experience.

The way her body moved in sync with yours, the way she tugged at your hair, begging you to go faster, the way her mouth tasted like cigarettes and alchohol whenever you kissed her.

It was something you knew you would never grow tired of, now matter how often it took place.

You bit into her collarbone, prompting a loud moan from her. Lifting your head further up, you licked and kissed at her neck, leaving small hickeys wherever you went.

"Please, faster," she begged, and you obliged as you quickly began thrusting into her, causing her to scream out your name as she clutched the bedsheets in one hand and clung onto your back with the other.

You nipped at her skin lightly, your pants and moans filling the room. She pleaded you to keep going, don't stop, and when she begged you like how could you refuse?

Taking one of your hands off from where you had been holding onto the headboard, you reached down between her legs and started playing with her clit as she wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer and pushing you deeper inside of her.

She started whimpering, which usually indicated she was close. Sure enough, she came shortly after, telling you to keep going until you did.

Knowing how much she loved the rush of adrenaline overstimulation gave her, you did what she asked. You swore as you came, pulling out of her as the bedsheets soaked with euphoria, leaving a stain that was going to take Ms. Evers forever to get out.

You flopped down next to Sally on the bed as she lit a cigarette.

"You okay?" You asked, wanting to make sure you didn't push her too far.

After taking a long drag, she looked at you and smiled. "Never better," she said as smoke poured out of her mouth and nostrils.

You smiled back, curling up next to her as she turned on the TV. She flipped to some random channel before turning back to you. "Are you?" A look of concern washed over her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reassured her. "But you know what, I sure am hungry."

"Me too." She grabbed the phone next to the bed, dialing the numbers to the lobby. "Let's order room service."

Taglist: @langdonsoutpost @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl

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gl0rious-purpose · 3 years

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Slushies (Loki x Reader)

Summary: Every now and then, you and Loki would go and hang out with each other. This time you two got slushies at the park. However, your true intentions are exposed when Thor sees that yours and Loki's tongues are purple.

Word Count: 2103 Words

Warnings: Nothing, but fluffy kissing.

Author's Note: I tried to add as much details as I could before I edited this one shot. Apologies if it's not as good as the others. Please enjoy.

Tossing your empty slushee cup into a bin nearby in the common room, you slowly trudged to the couch. You picked up the pace in fear of collapsing on the floor. As you flopped onto the couch face first, a very heavy chuckle sounded out by you. Startled, but really not caring, you peeked one eye up from the couch cushions to see Thor laughing at you. Not sure whether to feel offended or confused, you sat up and just started at him with a questioning look – at least that's what you hoped it was. The God of Thunder cackled harder at your facial expression, proving your attempt had miserably failed.

"Thor, why on Earth are you laughing at me?" You challenged the god, eyes narrowing as you sat yourself to look at the god fully. You sat back and watched Thor try to regain control over himself before he bursted into another fit of laughter. Just as the next fit started, Bruce walked in and handed you water. He quizzically looked over to Thor then back to you. You shrugged your shoulders as you took a big gulp of water. Feeling the cool refreshment trickle down your throat, you gave yourself a satisfied smile before taking another gulp. This time, you felt it trickle down your windpipe before it hit your throat. The sudden liquid mixing with your oxygen sent you into a coughing fit, glass of water falling out of your hand on to the floor. The glass somehow shattered on the floor as water spilled everywhere. This happened to drag Thor out of his laughing spell, his face flashing with concern as he quickly got up and rushed next to you. Faint footsteps from upstairs indicated Loki was coming down from his room to see what the commotion was about. Oh gods... Don't let him see me like this. You pleaded the Norns, but to no avail. He had entered the room just as you went into another coughing fit, the forced air burning your throat. Bruce gently bent your sitting body over your knees and rubbed your back in hopes of calming you down. Slowly, you felt the sudden pressure dissipate as light coughs erupted from you here and there.

Bruce and Thor gently pushed you back up as Loki just stood in front of you all, clearly confused. His eyes trickled down to the floor that was saturated with tap water and glass shards. His eyes widened as he looked up – scanning you first before scanning the other two for injures. He'd never admit it, but Loki cared for everyone's safety. Despite the past.

"Y/N, can you open up so I can observe your throat real quick?" Bruce asked warily, eyeing your face for a reaction as he took out a small pen light. You simply cracked open your jaw and turned your face towards him as he shined the light slightly above himself. He looked around for a hot minute before turning the light off and raising his hand to your jaw, pushing on it lightly to indicate you could close your mouth. As you did, his eyebrows furrowed. Thor and Loki caught this as you simply just stared at him, waiting for the diagnosis.

"It looks like it's all fine. Water must've accidentally got caught in your windpipe." Bruce paused, face contorting into a confused expression. "However, I'm not entirely sure why your tongue is purple. I don't think it was from a reaction from the water..." Bruce's voice trailed off as he looked down, gears turning. Thor sat back, glancing at Loki. It would've appeared that the God of Mischief had froze, which would be ironic for his case in general. Thor peered at him, slightly confused. Loki's silver tongue shot out to wet his lips as he waited there, trying to not show any signs of distress. A glimmer of purple caught Thor's eyes and he jumped up, pointing at Thor. Startled by the reaction, everyone looked at him, anxious about what was about to happen.

"Banner, his tongue is purple too!" Thor exclaimed, still not understanding what was going on. Bruce looked over at Loki, pondering his next words carefully.

"Did you two hang out today?" You peered into each other's eyes for reassurance before nodding slowly.

"Alright, what did you guys do? Did you drink some type of purple dye?" This time, only you shook your head, implying that wasn't what you did.

"No, we drank slushies." You stared, innocence gleaming in your eyes. Bruce looked at you, expected more. Before you could elaborate, he cut you off with another inquiry.

"Wait, purple..slushies? I wasn't aware that they even made grape slushies." He questioned you, eyes darting over to Thor who had moved to sit back down, still eyeing his brother. The corners of your mouth turned up into a small grin, turning your face towards Bruce.

"No, silly! I had a blue slushee." Bruce blinked slowly at your response.

"And I had the red slushee." Loki jumped in, not realizing that he might've set you both up for failure. Banner's eyes glanced over at him before letting them drop as he took in the information.

"That doesn't make any sense." Thor exclaimed. Apparently they didn't teach color theory on Asgard. Bruce shot him a look as he put two and two together.

"Oh my god..." His voice dripping with realization, his eyes widened as he glanced over at you then at Loki and back to you. Thor was just sitting there watching the interaction, slowly understanding that blue and red make purple when combined. Thor stood up walking to the window, turning around to face you guys as he got ready to ask a question. Bruce moved to a seat across the room just in case something happened and Loki had sat down next to you, avoiding the glass on the floor.

"Y/N." Thor's stern voice made you look at him, his thick eyebrows furrowed at the situation.

"Y/N, what did you and my brother do today?"

"We went to the park." You answered, making your voice sound as confident as possible. If you believed in your answer as much as you said it, maybe they would believe it.

"And what did you do at the park?" Thor's eyebrows relaxed for a second before they raised, eyes looking right through you and your responses. You swallowed harshly before you decided to carry out the tale you had spun. It was only half-truths. Until now.

"We drank our slushies. Duh." Your matter-of-fact tone kind of felt forced, making Thor feel dubious about your answers.

"And then what did you do?" Faltering, your mouth opened and closed, not knowing how to respond. Beside you, Loki's mouth opened up and closed again like a fish gasping for air. Realizing you probably couldn't say 'Well, we tried each other's slushies' due to the fact your tongues were dark purple – which would mean you did drink a lot of each other's drink – you looked over to Loki as the other two stared at you.

"Do you think that's why our tongues are purple?" You whispered to him, not realizing the others could hear what you had said. Loki's head snapped towards yours, trying to shush you with a look.

"Shut up." Loki coughed, looking up at his brother and shooting him a cheshire grin. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at him.

"I told you not to use tongue." The man next to you groaned, throwing his head against the back of the cough. Thor fake gagged at the image of you and Loki kissing, his tongue down your throat. Bruce just looked at you in horror. He didn't think that you of all people would kiss Loki, but you did. Thor walked off to get a towel and broom to clean up the mess infront of the couch, drawing Bruce out of his gaze on the both of you. He got up and followed Thor, leaving the two of you alone. With the two Avengers gone, the tension rose significantly. Loki groaned as he rubbed his hand against his face, before sitting back up and looking at you blankly.

"Oops?" You look at him sheepishly, not knowing what to say. He eyed you for a long time, not saying anything. The silence tricked your brain into thinking he was mad about what had happened and you looked away, taking in a shakey breath. Well, I blew it. You beat yourself up internally, turning your head away and closed your eyes. Cold fingers caught your jaw gently, turning your head back towards you. Your eyes fluttered open, centimeters away from Loki's face. Feeling your breathing hitch, you focused on his eyes, fearing for what was going to follow suit. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. The air slowly blew over your face. It felt cool and smelled minty. How odd for a frost giant to emulate a breath mint. You chuckled at the thought, drawing a smile to the god's face.

"You're lucky I'm over the moon for you." Loki breathed, hand reaching further up and cupping your face. One of your brows raised, questioning his response. As an awkward silence fell upon you, you pressed your forehead to his, gazing deep into his eyes. I could admire him forever. You mentally noted, eyes slowly skimming his face. Loki's heart seem to pick up pace as you got closer, heart nearly pounding out of his chest. With how close you were to him, he pleaded the Norns to not let you feel what you were doing to him. At least, not right now. A god doesn't plead. Loki briskly thought as his pleas grew louder and louder at the back of his mind. But for you? He would beg for eternity. Watching deep in thought, you opened your mouth to inquire further, but he swiftly inclined his face more into your own, capturing your lips with his own. Melting into the kiss, you turned your body towards him, allowing him more access.

His other hand reached around your waist and pulled to closer to him, trying to get you as close as possible to him. Hand pressed firmly against the small of your back, he hungrily reached out and took your kiss-swollen bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down lightly before letting it drop back into is rightful place. As he did so, you let out an airy moan – one that was audible enough for the two of you to hear – muffled by Loki's lips. With your mouth open, Loki took advantage of the moment and slipped his tongue into your mouth, invading your own tongue's space. His smooth tongue plunged into your mouth, slithering around like an eel maneuvering through the ocean floor. The action blocked out all of your senses, overpowering them all as Loki's tongue sought an unreachable terminus near your uvula. You focused more on relaxing and allowing his tongue to thoroughly explore your mouth; it swirled around, it pulsated, and made contortive sweeps of your mouth’s vault: you certain that at least once it turned upside down. His chest was pressed against yours, feeling it slow it's heaving pace. The god recognized that you were probably in need of a deep breath, or at least moment to comprehend what had just happened.

As he slowly broke away from you, longing to imitate what had just happened, a very, throaty gag sounded by the door frame, makingboth of your eyes shoot open and darting towards the location. Thor gagged more as he walked away, muttering 'nope' several times as he abandoned Bruce who just looked at the two people on the couch, mouth gaping at what he had witness. Loki gave a sheepish smile as he laughed lightly, pressing his forehead to the side of your face, nuzzling is has laughter started to bubble out of you. Trying to give an apologetic look to the now leaving Bruce, you wrapped your arms around Loki's shaking form, clinging onto him like he would disappear.

"I can say without a doubt," you started, pausing to make sure you had Loki's attention. His head brushed against you like a sly cat looking for attention. "That was definitely better than what happened at the park." Tightening your grip around Loki, you pulled him closer. He hummed in response, agreeing that it was definitely better. Even though this was the first time a slushee had ratted out what you two do when alone, it was certainly worth what happened after.

And it sure as Hel wasn't going to be the last time it happened.

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#Loki #Loki x Reader #Slushies #Fluff #Thor #Bruce Banner #Purple Tongues #Kissing #Marvel #MCU #Marvel One Shots

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bangtanfanficarchive · 2 years

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Hoseok x Reader

Title: Quarantine Drabbles (5/7)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: .8k

A/N: I have been writing quarantine drabbles for the last couple of years (throughout the pandemic) based on a request I received in my inbox: “Stay With Me”, Coronavirus - My inbox is currently open for requests so if you like this feel free to shoot me a request of your own.

Happy reading! <3

You finished your morning packing as quickly as possible, going over your list and confirming your travel itinerary into the afternoon. You didn't have much left to do. By the next morning, you would have your important things loaded in the back of a car bound for the airport. As the day wore on you had tried your best to keep your emotions in check for your boyfriend's benefit, even though your stomach had gone sour days before and the frog hadn't left your throat for days. Hoseok on the other hand had grown positively dour as the hours wore on.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?" you finally asked.

"Nothing you don't already know about," he sighed.

"Hoseok-"

"I'm just really going to miss you when you're gone is all," he said, finally voicing the elephant in the room, raking a hand through his hair as he did. "I'm sorry," he conceded, "I thought I could pretend for you, but I can't. I don't want to put you on that plane tomorrow. I want you to stay with me."

"Hey! You promised no big, scary feelings," you grumbled, shoving the remainder of your things into a box and flopping down on the far end of the couch. It had been a long day already and it wasn't even half over.

That caused his attention to turn to you, eyes narrowing in. "Who's having big, scary feelings? I'm certainly not having big, scary feelings."

You let out a sigh, leaning your head against the back of the couch. "I have no job if the schools are closed. No apartment. If I tried to stay I'd be deported anyway. I may as well go now and make it less of a production all around."

"Well…I'd like it if you stayed."

"What do you want me to do? Hide under your bed until the pandemic is over? Come on," you shook her head, pursing your lips to keep them from quivering. You'd been at the end of your emotional rope for days and hemming and hawing over something that couldn't be prevented was not helping things.

Hoseok let out a chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he shook his head, "You wouldn't have to hide under the bed if you married me," he said.

He peered over, clearly affronted when you burst into laughter. "Care to let me in on the joke?"

"I'm sorry," you murmured, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your giggles, "but it’s just…you’re kind of a commitment-phobe.”

“I’m what?” His eyebrows shot up doubtfully.

“You are the same person who ghosted me for a full week when I brought up the idea of us getting a dog.”

“Well…a dog is a lot of responsibility!”

“A marriage is a lot of responsibility!”

“It wouldn’t be that different from how it is now. We could go get married at the courthouse before you have to leave and then…just…keep doing what we’re doing,” he finished, sounding less than confident as your demeanor continued to be that of nothing but amusement and confusion. “Come on; it isn’t that bad of an idea.”

“It’s a pretty bad idea,” you countered with a sad smile.

“Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it.”

You paused for a moment looking for any sort of response. There weren’t many arguments to be made though. You wanted to stay. There weren’t many ways to make that happen if you had no job and no prospects. “We’ve been together less than a year, Hoseok. What if we get sick of each other?”

“We won’t.”

“How can you possibly know that?” you scoffed.

“I just do,” he shrugged, turning to you completely, “I’m serious. Let’s do it. Let’s go down tomorrow when the courthouse opens and get it done. Come on; are you going to make me beg?”

You took a deep breath - in and out. “You’re not just doing this because you don’t want me to leave? You can see yourself married to me forever?”

“I couldn’t imagine spending any amount of forever without you.”

Before you were even able to stop it, you let out a little cry, covering your mouth with your hand as tears began to well in your eyes. Part of it was relief. You didn’t want to leave. There was nothing waiting for you in your home country. The other part, though, was the fact that Hoseok was apparently more serious about this than you’d initially anticipated.

“What - why are you crying?” he asked, frozen in concern. “What did I say?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head with a little chuckle, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “Sorry, I just - you don't say things like that, ever. That was really sweet,” you murmured, leaning over to pull him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok asked, clearly surprised that you had actually conceded.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a giddy smile as you pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re gonna be my husband. No take backs”

Hoseok simply shook his head at your shenanigans, leaning in for another kiss once you both had composed yourselves. “Well, wife,” he grumbled, lounging back into the couch, “since we’re doing all of our big, dramatic commitments tomorrow, maybe we should take it all the way and get that dog while we’re at it.”

And if the proposal wasn’t the best thing to happen to you that night, hearing that certainly was.

I really hope you enjoyed this short little fic. I'm trying my best to get back into the writing groove after being about of it for a few months. My inbox is open. Please send me any juicy little prompts you may have! Happy reading! <3

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bokutosvoid · 3 years

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Remember me, even when I’m gone | t.s

pairing - tendou x imaginaryfriend!reader (fem reader)

(A/N; okay I wrote this last night at one in the morning and I don’t know how I feel about this, it’s much longer than I originally wanted.)

Genre - fluff and angst with a happy-ish ending.

Warning - suggested bullying and descriptions of cuts and blood.

Word count - 2.1k

Tendou sat alone on the grass lawn behind his house that led to towering trees and shrubbery he hoped to once venture to find you. Tendou watched the sky with longing as brisk air blew around him, fluttering his hair and eyelashes gently. The red head boy flopped backwards, the long grass felt itchy against his pale skin but he didn't want to move so he allowed the prickly feeling to remain. The gleam of the sun made his eyes shut slowly, the wind ruffling his shirt in this comforting way.

He felt something bop onto the tip of his nose, followed by a soft laugh that ripped his eyes open. “Are you okay?” your voice peeped “Satori~” you sang with a smile, looking down at him. Your eyes were filled with delicateness, soft and gentle in a way Tendou hadn't ever seen. He didn't expect you to look at him with disdain, but at this point it felt like muscle memory for everyone to be scared of him at first glance. But this feeling he felt when you reached out to him, no fear occupying any space in your mind, it was a feeling that was new, like a warm hug from someone he wished to find.

“How was your day?” you asked, sitting down next to him, pressing your leg next to his. He looked away from you, and towards the fresh wound on his knee, a small amount of dried blood surrounding the shallow graze. You took notice of his quiet demeanour, glancing to where his eyes fell. A soft gasp escaped you as you scrambled up onto your knees to examine his cut, using gracious touches so as to not hurt him. Frustration bubbled in your chest ferociously as his face remained nonchalant. “Did they do this to you?” you asked.

Satori nodded. “Yeah...kept callin’ me a monster too...but it's oka-'' his words were cut short as your small hand squished his cheeks together. Your eyes burned with unsweet tempered anger for the people who did this to him. “It's not okay. You're not a monster, Satori...say it...please” you pleaded softly, wanting him to see what you did.

His eyes widened, blown wide by your words. The sudden, all-consuming thought that you were an angel crossed his mind, briefly, but long enough to halt his own words for a moment. Your hand remained squishing his cheeks, warm but with purpose. After a few quiet moments, the silence filled with the wind, Tendou was able to speak. “I'm not a monster.”

Once your hand left his flushed cheeks, the air felt colder with the absence of your warm palm. He missed that warmth that you gave him for a long time after that. Getting onto your knees, you ran over to the tap on the fence, ripping away poison ivy vines as if it were nothing, only to wet the corner of your dress before running back. You sat between Tendou’s knees as you cleaned the blood. “Your dress is getting dirty, y/n.” Satori interrupted, but you only gave him a smile. “I don't mind, it’s what friends are for,” you looked up at him once more. “Isn't it?” Tendou didn't know, he hadn't ever had a friend to clean his cuts and piece him back together as gently as you did.

From that day, you remained by Tendou’s side, kissing better his bruises and making him repeat the notion that he isn't a monster, that he isn't disposable, that he isn't unwanted. The question as to if you were an angel remained a common occurrence for him, not seeing how a human could love him as much as you had, how you were able to see something in him under surface level.

Satori gifted you flowers bundled messily in his fist, blushed cheeks as he held them before you. You looked up at him and took them with a smile every time, holding them as if they were jewels and not roses missing petals. He didn't care about the thorns, only taking notice of them as he pulled them off so they wouldn't hurt your precious hands. But the small pricks to his fingers did not pass you as he wiped the small amounts of seeping blood onto his shirt. You tended to the cuts again, patiently placing pink bandaids over each of his sores, never forgetting to leave a gentle kiss over it. You were his remedy and your tender, sweet affection always made him smile.

Some nights, he would beg you to stay. Between his shaky breaths and teary eyes, you agreed, whispering ‘only five more minutes’ before climbing into bed with him. Tendou was taller than you, but at times it felt like you were the one protecting him. But you didn't mind. He pressed his forehead against yours to obtain some of your warmth, hands tangled together as you waited for him to drift to sleep. You stayed for a moment, looking at his calm face. You liked to see him calm and peaceful.

Your laughs echoed off the branches the day you dragged him to the woods, finding a tree not too deep into the maze of greenery. “Here!” you picked up a rock. He looked at you confused. “What is that for, y/n?” Tendou asked, still holding your hand.

“Im marking the tree!” you smiled, walking towards the tree. “This is our tree, Satori. So this tree will be ours forever...so you can remember me, even when i'm gone!” you laughed, carving your name into the tree. You turned to him, “we will be best friends forever, This will prove that” he took the rock from your hand and began carving his name into the tree. “But you’ll always be here...right, y/n?”

One night, you stayed up late to watch the stars. Everything just felt...right. It felt like Tendou was complete. Safe with you there, holding his hand tightly as if to make sure you were still there. He noticed how you kept squeezing his hand, your touch loosening as your voice went quiet for a while. He looked to the side to find you, and saw a tear sliding down your cheek. He immediately sat up, panicking slightly as your skin had become pale, maybe it was just the moonlight, but he knew deep down that wasn't it.

“y/n...what's wrong? Are...are you okay?” he asked, wiping the stray tear off your cheek. You sat up, looking at him, taking in his face. “I love you, Tendou. Thank you...for being my first real friend.” you looked up at him with glossy eyes, bringing tears to prick his own.

“I love you too, y/n...thank you...for finding me.” he nodded, pulling your body towards his chest.

That night, after you had let Satori fall asleep, you watched from his door and a feeling you didn't understand wracked your entire body. It hurt and reached deep down into your chest. You didn't know why this departure hurt so much as it was the same as every night, but this odd melancholy feeling was suck drifting over your head as you turned away and walked down the hallway of his home, out the door and into the world.

Tendou never saw you again after that night. He waited for you in the field, but all he found was the space you used to fill. Now empty and lacklustre with the missing piece of him that was you. He waited until dark, hoping that maybe you would come. But you never did. He screamed into the world, hoping maybe you’d come back to him, he searched the sky for you everyday. After a few years, the memory of you had become distant but cherished. When Tendou recalled your voice, your smile, you, his heart sunk with unknowing of where you had gone, why you had left him. He wasn't mad at you, no, he just missed you. He missed you so very much. Every now and then, Satori would venture to your tree, a place that was a physical totem of you and proof that you were there once. You were there and you left Tendou with fleeting memories and this longing feeling that remained a long time afterwards. The names carved into the tree that you shared remained, only your one didn't look like he remembered it, instead of messy, childlike writing he thought were so pretty then, your name was now written like his was in the same writing.

Tendou didn't think the memory of you would follow behind him for as long as it did, staying fresh in his mind all through highschool where he recognized that you were imaginary, nothing more than a perfect angel he had created to be by his side. His parents would often bring up the imaginary friend Tendou had, saying how he would spare her seats at dinner or make sure she always had a pillow to sleep on. He would laugh along but it was always accompanied by this weird twinge to his heart. You just felt so real.

The question if you were even there kept him awake some nights, tossing and turning with doubtful thoughts rattling around his head. He could have sworn you were. The way you held his hand and wiped his tears felt so real. The way you would tell him “as long as i am here, nothing can hurt you, Satori.” when he would come home with fresh scrapes on his cheeks and chin, sitting under the glow of the sun as you told him he was beautiful. Each brush of your fingers, each of your lashes and soft laughs, it all felt so real.

That feeling lingered even as he ran towards the train station on a cold morning, bundles of books in his arms as people stared at him, eyes upon eyes glued on him. Satori had gotten used to it now, but those people were the last thing on his mind as he tried to make the train that would be arriving in less than two minutes. Once his feet made contact with the platform, he heaved out heavy breaths. A sudden jerk sent him falling backwards, the cold concrete making harsh contact with his back. He sat up, groaning as he looked back to the group of people who had knocked him over.

“Are you okay?” a voice asked him as his head was turned. It felt like someone had shot electricity up his spine, sending a rush through his entire body. That voice…

Tendou looked at the person before him, eyes blown wide as they looked down to him. You stood there, softness covering your face as you looked at him worriedly. The train zoomed by behind you but Satori could only notice the way your hair looked as the wind picked it up, flourishing around your face. He could have sworn it was you. Your eyes held that same look you had given him all those years ago.

“I saw those people knock you over...god, some people are rude.” you scoffed before dropping to your knees, to pick up the books and papers that laid scattered on the station ground.

Tendou couldn't say anything, all motion felt ceased as he looked at you. You looked different, but all the same in a way. Words felt harsh as he tried to find the right ones. He saw you pick all his things into a neat pile before putting them next to him. “Did you hit your head?” you checked his face for cuts, but all seemed fine. Tendou felt his heart squish in his chest. Was it really you?

“No...i’m alright, thank you” he responded and you nodded. Sighing with a smile. “What's your name?” Satori blurted before he could stop himself. Your lips remained pulled into a grin as you answered. “My name is y/n l/n...what about you?” you asked, standing to your feet.

“My name's Tendou Satori.” he responded, trying to process. It's you. You're here. “Well, it's very nice to meet you, Tendou,” you held a hand towards him. He looked at your outstretched arm and fleeting memories came rushing back, now vivid and bright. He took your hand, getting to his feet. You gave a departing smile before you walked past. After a silent moment, Satori turned quickly, suddenly.

“Wait!” but when he turned, he saw your fading figure walking away.

His legs moved before he could think, bringing him to you. He stopped, a small distance keeping you apart.

“Wait…” he panted, out of breath but still determined. You turned to him. “Yeah?” you laughed softly.

He had so much to say, so many things he needed to say. But he had found you, or maybe you had found him. Whatever it was, he didn't want to lose you again.

“Do you wanna hang out sometime?” was all he could think of. But your lips curled into a smile.

“Sure.”

#tendou scenario #tendou x reader #tendou satori #tendou angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff #shiratorizawa #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #satori x reader #satori tendo x reader

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dragonshost · 4 years

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Day 57: Rovia

I bumped this one up in the batting order pursuant to a request on FFN. Even though it took forever to actually pin down the reason why I enjoy this pairing and come up with an idea to highlight it (big thanks to Dark Gothic Lolita on FFN whose fics helped me realize what it was), I really enjoyed writing this and I may revisit it someday to make a multichapter fic out of it. But for now, please enjoy.

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Armada Day 57: Worthy Of Kindness Rogue x Juvia

It had been a mistake, leaving the hotel so late at night.

No matter how shaken up he had been at seeing the older dragon slayers he and Sting had once worshiped. No matter how much unease had settled into his gut after seeing Natsu and Gajeel one-up Sting in the Chariots game earlier in the day. No matter how much he wanted to be free of the stifling, bright confines of his guild's lodgings for the duration of the Grand Magic Games. No matter how Yukino's humiliating excommunication turned his stomach.

He should have just turned Frosch down when the Exceed had begged for late night ice cream.

It would have been better for both of them.

If he had, then drunken civilians - all celebrating the victories at the coliseum as if they had personally contributed anything to them - wouldn't have shoved past Rogue and Frosch. They wouldn't have accidentally knocked Frosch over, and into the canal.

Rogue had leapt in to save his friend. Frosch, for all they had once believed that they were a frog, wasn't able to swim like one. He had gone into the water to rescue the floundering Exceed without even thinking about it.

Because then he would have remembered… that he couldn't swim either.

Cold, dark water swarmed over his face, up his nostrils and into his mouth. Panic sent his limbs flailing, reaching out for any kind of purchase and - most desperately - for Frosch. The canal was deep, his legs unable to find the bottom. A plant growing up from the bottom snagged his foot, and he kicked out at it to free it. But the waterweed held fast, keeping his eyes above water but the rest of him below it. He coughed and spluttered, stuck just barely out of reach of the air, and even with his keen eyes he couldn't see Frosch. Couldn't see much of anything, the gentle glow of the moonlight and the lamp posts not reaching the shadow of the bridge across the canal.

Every time he tried to call out to Frosch, the more water he inhaled into his lungs, and the more he coughed the more he inhaled again. And every time he tried to reach for his shadows, they slipped from his grasp, torn away by his own panic and the movement of the water.

Then, suddenly, the pressure against his leg snapped. Water gathered under him and lifted him upward in a swell, sending him crashing against the canal's wall. It slowly drained away from him, leaving him stranded on the ledge. He tried to move, to look for Frosch. But his body rebelled as he began to vomit water.

Once he had expelled all the water he could, Rogue collapsed, his body having given out completely. "F-Fro-"

A cool hand touched his face. "Sshh," a woman's voice coaxed him. "Relax. Don't talk. Your Exceed friend is alright - Juvia's got them. They're okay, Juvia promises." The woman - Juvia? - gently pushed at his exhausted, prone form. "Try to turn over - though you got rid of everything you swallowed into your stomach, there's still some water left in your lungs. It will hurt, but Juvia will try to get it all out."

Hearing that Frosch was alright instantly calmed Rogue. He obeyed the woman and turned onto his stomach, though it was more of a flop than anything else. A strange sensation welled up inside of his lungs, and for another, terrifying moment, he couldn't breathe again.

She was drowning him.

Rogue struggled to rise, managing to get his forearms under him.

She saved him only to drown him herself-

Canal water violently forced its way out of his throat, pouring onto the ledge. Even after it was all gone, he heaved - thin strings of burning bile dribbling from his lips onto the stone. After a couple of minutes, his body finally ceased the motions, and he was able to gulp down the precious night air once again.

It was only then that he became aware of the hand rubbing his back soothingly. His vision was blurry, and his bangs hung wetly in front of his face, further obscuring his view, but he still tried to peer at the woman who'd saved his and Frosch's lives. "...Why?" he croaked.

His blurry savior huffed. "Juvia believes that the polite thing to say would be 'thank you,'" she informed him. "Juvia won't be able to catch up with Erza-san now and find out if she's meeting Gray-sama in secret or not, so Juvia thinks she's owed at least a thank-you."

A soft tap on his cheek, directed his gaze to a pink-clad paw, Frosch's eyes big and watery as the Exceed looked at Rogue. "R-rogue…" they said, their voice trembling. "A-are you... okay… Rogue?"

For the first time since going into the river, Rogue relaxed, relief at seeing his companion safe flooding his veins. "Yeah," he rasped, his throat unbelievably sore and his chest burning. The dragon slayer looked back at the woman kneeling beside the pair, her dark coat catching the moonlight and sparkling with drops of water. To his deep embarrassment, Rogue saw that both it and her leggings were stained with bile, too - splashed by his violent upheaval before.

Rogue pushed himself up and into a sitting position. Once he was upright, he then placed his hands on his knees and bowed as formally as he could to the woman. "Thank you," he told her, every word feeling like sandpaper in his throat. "Thank you for saving us."

"You are welcome," the woman said with a firm nod. "Though Juvia recommends seeing a doctor. Your lungs may fill up with water again on their own."

Rogue straightened up and gazed at her, his vision finally clearing. He recognized her, now. Her blue hair was distinctive. She was a member of Fairy Tail, on one of the two teams opposing Sabertooth in the games. The team with Gajeel on it, in fact.

"...Why?" he asked again.

The woman - no, Juvia - blinked a couple of times. "Juvia does not know why your lungs will fill up with water again. That would be a question for Wendy. But Juvia knows that they will, so-"

Shaking his head, Rogue clarified, "No. I meant, why would a member of Fairy Tail help those from Sabertooth, your opponents in these Games?"

Juvia stared at him uncomprehendingly. "...Why would that stop Juvia?" she asked plainly.

"Because no one from Sabertooth would have lifted a finger to help you."

Beside him, Frosch flinched, and cowered against his leg. "L-like… like Yukino…?" they said.

Rogue sighed softly, and placed a hand on Frosch's head. "Yeah. Like how no one helped Yukino."

'Not even us,' a voice whispered inside his head, too much like Rogue's own for comfort.

The woman who'd saved them considered his words for a moment. "Mmm… Juvia of Fairy Tail would help anyways," Juvia told them. "Although Juvia of Phantom Lord might not have, Juvia of Fairy Tail is a different person. A better person."

"I don't… understand. Phantom Lord…?" he pried, desperate for an answer.

Juvia nodded. "Juvia's former guild. It had a philosophy that the strong ruled, and the weak were… unneeded."

'Not that different from Sabertooth then,' Rogue thought to himself. That was somewhat surprising. This woman, who had jumped in to save him and Frosch - at a personal cost, it seemed - without a second thought, had once been someone like his guildmates.

"But Phantom Lord no longer exists," Juvia continued. "And Juvia… Juvia is working hard to be worthy of the kindness that Fairy Tail has shown to Juvia." Her blue eyes slipped from Rogue's dark red ones, and she looked down at her lap. Then she sighed, and stood up. "Juvia will wring the water from your clothes so you don't catch a cold," she told them. "But then you should see a doctor." She gave them a lopsided smile. "Juvia would be upset if you drowned in your sleep after Juvia went to the trouble of saving you."

Shakily standing, Rogue picked up Frosch. "We will," he promised.

The sensation of the water being pried out of his hair and his clothes was an incredibly strange one. But not unpleasant, exactly. The process didn't warm his clothes up at all, so they almost still felt wet to the touch. They could still get sick very easily if they didn't change soon.

Rogue then bowed again. "We won't forget this," he told her. "And someday we'll repay this debt."

Juvia jolted a little in surprise. "Um…" she floundered, at a loss for words. "Juvia doesn't need anything…?"

"Nevertheless." Rogue straightened up, his eyes boring into hers. "We appreciate… Juvia of Fairy Tail's kindness."

Red seeped into her cheeks, casting them in a bit of shadow. "J-juvia has someplace to be!" she squeaked. Giving them a short wave, she then proceeded to flee from the pair of Sabertooth mages as fast as she could.

"Doctor now?" Frosch inquired, looking up at Rogue.

Amused by what had just transpired, Rogue nodded. "Yes. After we go back to our rooms to change, then we'll see the doctor."

Happy with this, Frosch settled deeper into Rogue's arms. "Okay."

Rogue peered down the bright, moonlit street Juvia had disappeared down.

He had meant what he'd said. Someday, he would repay this kindness shown to him.

Maybe he would even take a page out of Fairy Tail's book, and pay it forward.

Later, he would have a talk with Sting about Yukino. A proper one, this time.

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madsmikkelsenschesthair · 4 years

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I’m sorry... ch.4 (Final chapter unless I decide there’s an epilogue)

A/N: woooo! Finally chapter of this mini series! I want to write an epilogue but uh...I don’t think I will since after this it will just be OC. Anywho, thank you so much for reading!!!

Warnings: traumatic birth, violence, death, angst, fluff

Pairings: General Hux x Reader and Kylo Ren x Reader

Y/N sighed as she looked out the window into the world beyond her. She was alone in her and Kylo's quarters; only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard and the wind outside rattling the windows. She was watching the world outside to pass the time, what else could she do? Armitage had sent her to her quarters and wouldn't explain why.

"Just stay there until either I or Ren come get you" he said. His face was paler than usual and he looked afraid. Terrified. What was going on?

And where was her husband?

Ben.

Y/N looked around the room, alarmed her eyes wide with fear looking at the door as if Ben was going to come bursting through the door at any moment. A kick coming from her womb broke silenced her thoughts, she looked down at her swollen belly and caressed it.

"I know," she whispered "I miss him too but I don't know where he is little one." The baby kicked again then three more times, moving inside her. She suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from her abdomen, it caught her by surprise and she jumped slightly at this. Y/N frowned and the pain returned again this time more intense, she gripped her hands to the window seal when she felt warmth rushing down her legs. Y/N lifted her dress and a big puddle of fluid lay on the floor. Another pain seized her this time more intense than the last two. She did her best to keep her breaths even as she looked around for her husband's data pad.

"Oh gods please help me!" She rummaged through his things on the coffee table scattering books and papers on to the floor. Tears blurred her sight as she practically tore the place apart. Another contraction hit her much harder dropping her to her knees, she placed a hand on her belly and cried out in pain. This pain was worse than menstrual cramps, a thousands times worse it felt like she was being ripped in half. Where was he when she needed him?! She screamed again louder, loud enough for someone to hear her. Anyone. She could already feel the child practically ripping her in half.

During Rey and Kylo's fight against the guards, Armitage managed to escape the scene unharmed. He was leaving for good and taking Y/N back to her father in the Resistance. He didn't care if he was going to be arrested; Ren had other plans now and Y/N seemed to not be part of them. When he arrived at her quarters he was about to knock on the door when he heard a scream coming from the other side.

It was her.

He punched in the code to open the door and the sight before him nearly made the Great General Armitage Hux break. Y/N was covered from the waist down in her own blood, hunched over the sofa, a puddle of blood oozed around her. It looked like a murder scene to him. When she saw him she started to cry. He immediately went to her and cupped her face with his hands, "Don't speak my love, don't speak, everything is going to be alright" he kissed her cheek lovingly. He noticed tears were in her eyes, her breathing slowing down.

"just take me to the medical center, Tij. I'm dying..." she whispered between gasps. Armitage swallowed back a sob and picked her up bridal style and carried her away to the medical center. He didn't notice the bloody trail left behind.

"Push love you're almost there!"

Y/N screamed in agony as the pain inside her spread through her like wildfire but she pushed anyways. Armitage held her hand and watched in horror as the bedsheets underneath her went from a snow white color to a crimson hell. Her beautiful peach dress was soiled in the angry red color and her dear face was damp with sweat. Y/N gripped the hospital bed as she pushed as hard as she could before flopping back on the bed still screaming. Blood dripped out of her like a faucet. She was hemorrhaging badly. Armitage tried hard not to cringe at her pain but he couldn't help it, the love of his life was in agony and he couldn't do anything about it. The droid at the other end couldn't do anything either but wait for the baby to come out.

It was just her and her pain.

Y/N gave one finally scream when the droid was holding something. Something red and slimy with kicking feet. And a small voice that opened up to a wail. A tiny, tiny voice. While the baby was being cleaned up, Armitage could see it was a boy. A wave of relief washed over him, it was finally over and Y/N would return to her father with her son beside her. The baby boy was wrapped in the softest wool blanket he had ever seen and taken to his mother.

The droid handed the baby over to Armitage, who gladly took it and lowered the child so a dying Y/N could see. He had a head full of black hair and Armitage could already tell he was Kylo Ren's exact copy.

"It's a fine boy" he said in a low tone, "Pick a name for him, love."

Her voice was barely audible now. Her weakness was taking over but she managed a small smile at her son. "Kes. Kes Han Solo" she said. Armitage was confused at this, "Solo? No Ren?"

"Promise me," she whispered fiercely holding on to the baby's tiny hand, "Promise me my son won't be raised to be like my husband."

Tears started to form in his eyes. She continued, "Promise me my son won't be raised in the hands on the First Order. In the hands of Kylo Ren." He stroked her hair softly her, soothing her during her final moments.

"I promise, my love. I promise you."

Her eyes were pleading, "Take me back to my father. Tell him I love him and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused" Hux's bottom lip trembled but he refused to let go of his tears.

"Take my son to my father Tij...."

The darkness was finally taking her, "Tij...there's still good in him..." she looked at her son one last time with a weak smile on her lips and closed her eyes forever. This time he didn't stop the tears from coming. They rolled down his face and on to hers; even in her death she looked so beautiful. He knew she had found peace in her eternal slumber; nothing hurt anymore, her heart was no longer broken by the man she once loved, no more worries. Sobs shook his entire body, a scream built up in his throats and he let it out. He lost her for good now.

Everything he did was for her and he didn't understand why fate had to take her away. She was so young and beautiful then she birthed his enemy's son.

He looked down at the baby; it was mewling away in his arms. Remembering his father, Hux knew Rose was right; her son couldn't be raised in the hands of the First Order. She wanted a different story for him, a different life. A place where he wouldn't be raised in the dark side or an angry man. She was right and he was keeping her promise.

The door to the labor room hissed open and he could hear Ren come in. His back was turned to him, Kylo couldn't see his wife's body but he could see the bloody pool surrounding Hux's boots.

"Where is she General?" His voice was full of suspicion.

He didn't answer instead he was crying silently.

"Hux..." Kylo said and stepped closer to him "Where is my wife?" Instead of answering he stepped away from her body.

Kylo lost it; he ran to her almost slipping in the blood on the floor. "My love..." he choked "my love please wake up....please wake up I'm here now" he started to cry, loudly. Loud enough for the entire medical center to hear him. "Wake up and tell me you're not leaving me...please don't me leave me I can't do this on my own, please" Hux didn't say anything but watched as his rival lost his sanity. Kylo screamed into the night, he took out his light saber igniting it and began to tear the room apart sending red angry sparks everywhere. To Hux, this was pathetic. He lost the girl he truly loved and begged for her attention only for her focus to be placed on a man that hardly looked at her anymore. Kylo knew that he was the reason she was no longer alive and he couldn't do anything but cradle her body and cry. Cry like he never did before.

Hux noticed Rey watching the entire scene go on before her and he stepped outside with the baby still in his arms. There was a moment of silence between them. He was sure that she had never imagined the great Kylo Ren to loose his mind; he had to admit neither did he.

"Her son's name is Kes" he said in a cracked tone, "Kes Han Solo Dameron. Named after his great grandfather and grandfather." Rey's gaze turned to the little bundle in his arms and walked closer to him. She held out her arms and he gladly gave her the baby. "She said she didn't want him to be raised in the hands of Kylo or the First Order. She wanted me to take her body and son to her father in the Resistance..." Rey rocked the baby in her arms never taking her eyes off him, "I'll take them. They'll be in safe hands." Hux gave a curtly nod and looked back at Kylo; he was no longer crying but rocking his wife's body back and forth like a mother putting her child to sleep.

No parent has to see their child's dead body. Every father imagines his daughter lowering his body to the grave not the other way around. When Rey first arrived to the Resistance base, the first thing Poe noticed was his grandchild and after a brief happy reunion he looked behind Rey looking for his daughter. Waiting for her to come out of the Falcon but the look on Rey said it all. He cried, fell to his knees and cursed the gods; he felt guilty for treating her so badly after her mother died. But Rey told him what Hux wanted him to know, that she forgave him and that she was sorry for leaving and causing him great pain. This made him cry even more. To have her body brought back to him was a great relief; he no longer had to wonder where was she buried or where were her ashes thrown. His daughter's funeral was beautiful; there were blue roses everywhere, she was wearing a light teal green dress with chiffon lace, her long h/c hair loose with white flowers on it. That day was warm and sunny to Poe it was perfect; he didn't want his only daughter to be buried on a rainy day adding more gloom to her funeral. Y/N was buried on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean. It was perfect. Poe was beyond happy when he learned his daughter named his grandson after his father and her father in law, refusing the surname "Ren". Leia, Rey, Rose Tico and Finn all promised he wasn't raising little Kes alone; that he had them.

-15 years later-

Kes Solo sadly watched the snow fall down on to his mother's grave. It had been fifteen long years since her death.

"Here lies Y/N Y/M/N Dameron. Granddaughter, daughter, wife and mother. May the Force be with you" he read aloud. The wind blew and he could almost feel his mother's hand caressing his cheek. He came to see her almost every day since as long as he could remember, always bringing her flowers or a peach because he was told that was her favorite fruit. This time he brought her hot chocolate to fight against the cold winter afternoon. Through the Force he sensed his papa walking towards him. Before he could speak Kes said, "He's not my father you know," he was referring to Kylo. Poe sighed defeatedly but Kes continued to speak, "I don't have 'Ren' at the end of my name. It's Solo Dameron; son of Ben Solo and Y/N Dameron not Kylo Ren." Over the years Kes, grew an intense hatred towards his father, bowing to kill him for ruining his mother and killing his grandfather and many innocent lives to stay in the Dark Side. He was often told he looked like his father which to he replied that he had no father; that he died when his mother died. Ben Solo was no more and he wasn't going to accept Kylo Ren into his life.

Poe rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder, "So do you want to be a Jedi like your mother and father?" Kes shrugged, “Maybe. Uncle Luke says I’m already a pro but I also want to become a pilot like you or a General like my grandma. And when I do I'm going to bring peace and justice to the galaxy like it's supposed to be." Poe smiled softly at his grandson and ruffled his hair, "You remind me of your mom, Kes."

The boy looked down at his mother, "She was beautiful wasn't she? And kind..." he muttered. Poe nodded agreeing with Kes, "Yes she was pal. Now," he patted Kes's shoulder and said "let's go home kid. Grandma Leia invited us over for dinner." Kes nodded and his grandfather began to walk away, leaving him alone once again. Through the trees and the snow, standing a few yards away from his mother’s grave was the man himself. Kes sensed him staring but he ignored him. The boy knew Kylo wanted talk to talk to him, Kes wanted nothing to do with that man. He kissed his mother’s grave one last time and ran after his grandpa.

Somewhere above the clouds and into the galaxy, Kylo watched his son through holograms. His heart shattered every time Kes refused him through the Force bond they shared. Locking the door in his face or running away from him as soon as he spotted him. Hux watched him, satisfaction running through his veins.

"You deserve it. You deserve being torn apart by your own blood" he sneered at Kylo.

The Supreme Leader huffed and said, "You were a damn fool to listen to her. I should be training my son...at least a piece of his mother would still be with me."

"Yes, but I think this is the reason why she wanted a better life for him. Your boy doesn't even want to talk to you, he's aware of who you are and what you've done." Hux earned a glare from Kylo. The Supreme Leader turned his attention back to the hologram this time Hux joined him. They both watched the boy train with his mother's white lightsaber breaking a vase in the process. Both men chuckled.

"He looks like you Ren" Hux said quietly. Kylo sighed and nodded, "Yes but he has her spirit" he was referring to Y/N.

"That fire inside him...isn't mine. This fire is more intense, stronger, bolder than mine. His light will never die. It's the spark of it all."

Kes was now being scolded by his grandmama for breaking the vase. She pointed a finger at him angrily while he cleaned up his mess. His dark curls covered his face so Kylo wouldn't see. He did that often knowing his father was watching and didn't want him to his disgruntled face.

"He'll have to forgive me one day..."

Maybe he would but for now, Kylo would do everything to bring his son back.

@dtftheavengers @angelcvsmic

#star wars fanfiction #star wars imagines #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #general hux x reader #armitage hux x reader

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shawnpetermuffins · 5 years

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Wedding Day Jitters

Summary: This is all she's ever wanted, so why is she so scared?

A/n: I'll be honest, this is probably my favorite thing I've ever written, so let's not let it flop, yeah?

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety. (Not a warning, but it does switch between POVs)

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I'm in my dress, my hair and makeup is done, and I'm supposed to be walking down the aisle in twenty minutes. So the question is, how the hell am I not ready? My stomach is turning on itself, and the room feels far too hot for this September weather. My breathing is erratic and I have the unnerving feeling that I might pass out if I don't sit down, but the room is crowded with my bridesmaids, both mine and Shawn's mom's, my aunt, grandma, niece, and Aaliyah, and then there's me in this dress that is probably half of my weight, it's so heavy.

I search restlessly for my phone and excuse myself to the bathroom, that overwhelming rush of anxiety starting to consume me, and only one person on this earth can help me right now. "Come on. Pick up the phone, bubba." I whisper softly, feeling my eyes start to brim with tears. I quickly blink them away; I worked far too hard on my makeup to mess it up before the wedding even starts. My fingers press into the side of my ribcage to null the aching pain that's surfacing, which only pushes me further into this downward spiral. I was just about to give up all hope when he finally answers.

"Hello?"

I let out a relieved sigh. "I need you."

"Is this allowed?"

"No," I say, looking down at my dress that now felt tighter with every breath I took.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

"Can you come to my room? I can't-" I take in a shallow breath, "I can't," another breath.

"I'm on my way."

"Hurry?" I beg.

"I'm sprinting. Hey?"

"Yeah?" I press harder into my side.

"I love you."

"I love you," I mumble before I hang up. "Okay, deep breaths," I whisper to myself. Hurry, baby. It's happening too fast.

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I barely hear my phone over the music the guys have blaring in the room, but the second I catch sight of her face on my screen, I scurry into the hallway. Her voice is low and breathy and I swear my heart starts besting a million times faster, hearing her so scared and anxious. Especially knowing that I'm not with her.

"Hurry?" She pleads.

"I'm sprinting," I say, already heading to her side of the venue. "Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Where is she?" I rush out, looking around her crowded dressing room. No wonder she's anxious, if looks could kill I'd be dead.

"Shawn, you're not supposed to be here." Mum comes to my side, trying to push me back out the door.

"She called me," I said, in way of explanation. "She needs me. Where is she?"

"Bathroom," Aaliyah points to the sliding doors on the far side of the room, noticing the urgency and intensity in my face, no doubt. I hope my eyes translate just how thankful I am for her right now.

I cross the room, their eyes all on me as I reach the door. I face them. "Not that I don't love you all dearly, but I need just five minutes alone with her. So can you all just-" I tilt my head toward the door and they, thankfully get the hint. When the last girl finally leaves, I knock softly on the door. "Y/n? Pumpkin, can I come in?"

"Yes," she says through obvious struggles to breathe. I open and close the door behind me and stop in my tracks when I see her. "Wow," I murmur as she stands and wraps her arms around me. "You look... So pretty."

She sniffles, "thanks." Every breath she takes is jagged, so I do all that I know I can and rub soothing circles on her bare back.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"Are we making a mistake?" She blurts out.

"What?" I hold her at arms length, trying to meet her eyes. "Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"Because things are going so good. What if marriage ruins that?"

I chuckle at her outburst.

"Its not funny, Shawn. I'm serious. I'm scared that once we're married - legally bonded to each other - You won't want me the same."

"Y/n, as far as I'm concerned, marriage isn't any different than what we've been doing the past six years. It says 'Hey, I literally belong to this person forever.' I've been saying that since the moment I met you. Now we just have a paper to prove it." I take her face in my hands. "This won't change how I feel about you. If anything, it's only going to make me love you more. And I already love you so much."

She nods, taking in another deep breath. "I love you too."

"You a little better?"

"Yeah," she says lowly.

"Good," I smile brightly at the beautiful creature in front of me, then check my watch. "Now I have to be at that alter in two minutes. You gonna be good? I don't have to tell everyone we have a runaway bride, right?"

She laughed and it's music to my ears. "I'll see you in five minutes."

I place a gentle kiss to her temple and her eyes flutter shut. "It's you and me forever, baby." I reach behind me and start to slide the door open. "Oh, and one more thing."

"Hmm?" She looks up at me.

"You are the most beautiful bride, and I cannot wait to take that dress off you later tonight." I wink and slide out the door.

"Dude, where did you go?" Brian takes me by the shoulder and rushes me to the doors of the alter.

I shrug, "My girl needed me."

Matt smiles at my answer, "You are so whipped for her."

"You think we'd be standing here right now if I wasn't? Man, I would have married her in a courthouse the day she turned eighteen if I had had the chance. But this, god, when you see her, you'll believe the wait was well worth it too."

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"And for the first time ever as husband and wife, I give you Mr. And Mrs. Shawn Mendes!"

Shawn walks me into the reception, holding tightly to my waist. Everyone's clapping and cheering; I'm a little overwhelmed, not gonna lie. But having my husband next to me was keeping my nerves at bay.

"If our couple would please make their way to the floor for their first dance."

"What song did you pick, bubs?" I hold my hand out for him to take, my other hand rests on his shoulder, his on my hip.

"You'll see." I listen to the beginning strums and smile despite myself.

She's a yellow pair of running shoes. A holey pair of jeans. She looks great in cheap sunglasses. She looks great in anything.

"Did I do good?" He asks, leaning closer to my ear.

I nod, "You did perfect. God, I could not love you more than I do in this moment."

He chuckles, "just wait until you see what I have planned for the honeymoon."

She a fighter when she's mad, and she's a lover when she's loving. And she's everything I've ever wanted. Everything I need.

"I love you, y/n."

I talk about her. I go on, and on, and on. 'Cause she's everything to me.

"I love you. His lips find mine for a brief second before I start grinning so much that he's only kissing my teeth.

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