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insult to injury- a. skywalker

-anakin skywalker x jedi!gn!reader

-heavy extreme heart wrenching angst. yay!

-gif credits to owner!!

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he counted your every flinch. every time the light from the billboard switched to neon yellow your eyebrow would twitch, sensing the change in atmosphere.

17.

wind blew in from the slightly cracked open window causing you to shuffle and stir closer to him, your body detecting his heat as a metal detector would detect a metal chain buried deep in sand.

18.

he didn’t sleep. never, in order to prevent nightmares that plagued his mind every time he slept. he wouldn’t have minded staying up, he wouldn’t have as much guilt as he did right now at the chance you’d wake up and see him like this. disheveled, sweaty, sniffly, weak; everything a jedi shouldn’t be.

19

and so to stop falling back into a space of nightmares, he focused on the one thing that he cherished more than anything. you. making it even more of an imperative that he stay as still as possible as to not disturb you.

20-

“i can feel you watching me, ani.”

kriff.

“it’s nothing, go back to sleep.” he hated being so distant, but he knew that if he allowed even one wave in his speech to differ, you’d know that he was so weak that he still hadn’t overcome the ghosts of his past and that they still haunted his every night.

you shifted away from him, sitting up straight and looking deep in his eyes, ignoring the demands of your mind for sleep. “ani, what wrong?”

“nothing.” he grabbed your hand and forged a smile.

“anakin.”

“it’s nothing.” he sounded more like he was trying to prove it to himself rather than you.

you could have elected to ignore it, like you had so many nights before this one, but you couldn’t. every night he’d wake up with a shake, grab a glass of water and walk straight back to your side, where he’d lay for the next few hours as he watched your ‘sleeping’ form.

“ani.” you sighed, a heavy, weighted, thick sigh.

he looked at you with glassy eyes as he laid face up to the ceiling from his silk pillow.

your heart shattered. what had he been keeping from you that made him cry? why couldn’t he tell you?

you were with him through it all. from shmi dying, from being lured to the dark side and then brought back again. all of it. but he couldn’t tell you why he couldn’t sleep?

“anakin, please.” your voice cracked as you recalled it all.

“it’s nothing, please let’s go back to slee-“ he was cut off.

“don’t tell me it’s nothing anakin.” your voice held strength but it’s was laid over a sea of worry. and he knew this. “i feel you, every night i feel you. i feel your body jolt when you wake, i feel your hands brush over your hair and i feel your lip quiver. you cry every night and i feel it.”

the tears pooling in his eyes fell down the sides of his face, imitating what yours had done as soon as he first spoke, soaking the already damp with sweat sheets.

you grabbed his hand and placed it atop your heart.

“don’t tell me it’s nothing when i feel everything.” you told him.

anakin felt your heart shatter once more under his rough, scarred hands.

“i..” his mouth opened and closed multiple times before he sighed.

as your eyes lit up the room with hope he’d finally pour his mind out to you, they dimmed once again as he retracted his hand and pulled it to his chest, taking the sheets with him too as he turned onto his side, facing away from you.

anything that was left of your heart from the previous shatterings had officially been crushed.

you gave him one last look of hope. hope that he’d turn back to you and tell you. tell you that he was hurt, that he needed you, that he was sorry for not telling you. that he loved you.

‘i love you.’

it was something that hadn’t left his lips in a while.

now you knew why.

reality shook you with force as you rose from your place on the bed and walked out of the room, allowing yourself to fall back into the curved couch in the middle of your living area, grander than that of the jedi quarters but humbler than that of something a senator would have in her home.

you would give him his time. you would wait for his heart to ease. but you wouldn’t go back in there until he had pieced your broken heart back together again.

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insomniacs- s. reid

-i’ve had trouble sleeping since forever and i feel like spencer would too (idk maybe i just want him to bc i’m lonely)

-please do not post my work anywhere apart from tumblr without my permission!! reblogs are completely fine though

-requests are always open!!

-spencer reid x gn!reader

you’d always had trouble sleeping and you’d never found out why. even if you felt so worn out that you could sleep as soon as your head hit your pillow but once it did it was if your sleep had disappeared and left a trace of itself behind, a trace that you never found was enough to let you fall asleep.

you thought that working a more tiresome job would entice your brain to produce more melatonin, you know, since you’d be writing reports everyday, flying between different states everyday and communicating more than you’d hoped everyday. but alas, you never found the chemical that you were looking for. instead, you found the person.

spencer reid.

he worked on the same team as you and had more phds than you. you’d thought that working for one phd was hard, working for three must be worse.

but not for him, spencer was a genius, his brain worked in ways that the other members of the bau could never fathom. and when you found yourself in his acquaintance, you learned much more about him that you would never had seen coming, like how much he liked chess, how he had a stash of rice crispy treats in a drawer designated for rice crispy treats only, how many cups of sugar-coffee he went through everyday and how much he liked to play cards (and occasionally cheat).

but what you loved liked about him the most, weirdly, was his issue with sleeping too. you’d found this out after you’d established a relationship between you two and had shared a hotel room for an overnight stay due to a case. the two of you had been laying in a bed for roundabout an hour (or two) thinking that the other had gone to sleep while you (and him) had been staring up at the bumped ceiling, that was until you had shifted slightly and brushed a cold foot against his warm one and he had swiftly jerked it away from you, causing you to let out a snicker.

you’d spent the rest of the night getting lost in philosophical conversation with him until the sun had rose and you two had made the decision to run on a spencer special for the rest for the day- sugar-coffee.

and after that night, yourself and spencer had layed awake most nights, engaging in conversation until one fell asleep. and when one of you would fall asleep, the other would find comfort in that, snuggling up to the sleeping one and falling asleep yourself.

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tears - s. reid

- i was sad today so yeah this is kinda a comfort one. no angst just sad reader. btdubs requests are open j message me <3

- messy haired white boy make anxious brown girl go brrr <3

-please do not post my work anywhere apart from tumblr without my permission!! reblogs are completely fine though

-spencer reid x gender neutral!reader

“love bug?” a voice called out, following the click of a closing door.

spencer.

“y/n?” he called out again, work shoes tapping against the hardwood floors and progressively getting louder until he reached your room.

well, yours and spencer’s room since he was always at yours and vice-versa.

he opened the pristine white door to find you sprawled out like a starfish on top of the rug at the foot of your bed with streaks of tears falling down the sides of your face, reaching your temples and sliding into your hair.

“y/n? you okay?” spence asked, sliding his shoes off at the door and letting his bag fall on the floor as walked closer to you.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you replied, sniffing between the simple response.

“then why are you on the floor?” the man queried, sitting on the rug, crossed legged next to you.

“because it’s comfy.” you kept your gaze up, not looking at him because you knew that if you so much as touched him, the dam of tears would break and it would be endless.

sighing, he placed a warm hand atop your knee and you huffed, knowing what was to come.

“i’m sad.” you told him, voice cracking at least four times in that one sentence.

“why?” spencer asked, now moving his hand up to caress your hand and softy urge you to sit upright.

you complied an rested your back against your bed frame, head lolling to look at spencer.

“i don’t know.” your eyes reached his and your lips trembled.

when he noticed the small movement, he shifted to sit next you, and once you felt his presence, you fell. your forehead lay on his thigh, body shaking softly as tears forced their way out of your eyes.

spencer, ever the sweetheart, tried his best to comfort you, rubbing circles and patterns into your back with one hand as the other tangled their way into your hair, massaging your scalp in the most relaxing way.

and even after you had overcome your wave of sadness, the two of you lay there, on the worn-down, multicoloured rug just basking in each other’s presence.

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haldi- b. barnes

-bucky barnes x south asian!gn!reader

-reader and bucky are painted yellow as music and stories fill their ears.

you had heard the bathroom door click when you swiped the gold-tinted cream across your cheek, your face now many shades yellower.

bucky came up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist as he rested his face atop your shoulder, murmuring a soft ‘hey baby’ causing the hair on your back to rise slightly.

humming back in response while the faint melodies of shreya goshal drifted around the enclosed space you peered at the both of your reflections in the illuminated mirror, the porcelain bowl stained with turmeric sitting on the edge of the sink as you pondered on what to do with the remaining mask.

as if a bulb had appeared above your head, you shot up, cautioning the sloth-man to release his tight grasp on you, your sun kissed fingers dipped into the bowl as you slid them against bucky’s rose-tinted nose, switching it to a brighter, bolder shade of yellow.

“hey!” bucky had chuckled, shifting away from your fingers, freshly coated with the substance as you chased him around the small proximity of the bathroom.

“come back! it’s good for you, i use it all the time.” you beckoned, entrancing bucky with soft giggles.

“what’s in it and what is it?” he asked, calming down and placing himself on the closed toilet lid.

“turmeric and yoghurt. it’s got loads of skin benefits and i promise you it’s not going to stain you yellow forever!” well, maybe not forever.

“fine.” bucky grumbled.

grinning, you walked closer to him with the bowl in your hand as you straddled him, your hands repeating the same process on his face as it did yours.

while you covered his face, you told him how your mother had always smothered the same mask onto your face when you were younger, claiming it many things of the simple mixture as if it were a cure-all.

bucky always admired your stories. he admired hearing about the many differences the two of you shared, not only the difference of time, but the difference of culture. and he fell in love with it as quickly as he fell in love with you.

when you had completed painting his face with the creamy mask, the bowl had finished and found its way onto the edge of the sink as bucky’s lips found their way to yours.

he pressed a light peck, not wanting mess anything up and wanting to cherish this moment forever.

hopefully he wouldn’t turn yellow when he washed it off.

#bucky imagine #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes x south asian reader #bucky barnes fluff #the winter solider x reader #zaynspee #the winter soldier fluff #bucky fluff

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cuddles- a. hotchner

- yk what maybe i’m not that bad at this but idk maybe i’m getting a bit too cocky with the 9 likes i got on the other one idk. i’ve got a wattpad too (zaynspee) so get at that :))

-please do not post my work anywhere apart from tumblr without my permission!! reblogs are completely fine though

cuddling with aaron was a treat if anything. with aaron always going away for cases and you working mainly at night, you’d barely have time for each other.

but when you would be granted with the odd day that you both are home at the same time, the two of you would savour that moment as if it was the most important thing right then.

yourself and aaron’s favourite thing to do would 100% be to cuddle together, whether it be on the couch, in his bed or even on the floor, you’d cling onto him like a koala with separation anxiety and he’d to the same to you.

most of the time, aaron would be the big spoon, and you’d be cocooned in his arms, revelling in the feeling of his stubble on your neck, his big hands latching onto your waist and holding your hand while your legs would tangle together, bodies shuffling as close as possible in fear of the other slipping away from them.

however, on the rare occasion that you would be the big spoon and aaron would be cupped into your front were even better. since aaron barely ever let you take care of him, having him wrapped around your arms would make up for it. it gave you a sense of protection, him the protected and you the protector.

and somehow, despite his large figure, he would always fit into you like the last missing piece of a puzzle.

- no i actually quite hate this pls go easy on me or ill cry myself to sleep😀

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch imagine #hotch x reader #agent hotchner #criminal minds #zaynspee

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injuries- j.b. barnes

-now the ending may feel rushed and that’s because it is :))

-please do not post my work anywhere apart from tumblr without my permission!! reblogs are completely fine though

-i also wanna say thank you sm for all the likes on my previous hotch blurb tysm <33 much love

-also requests are open!! i’ll write anything smut, fluff angst, j message me <3

-bucky barnes x poc!gender neutral!reader

it had just become six months since you’d started working at the avengers compound as a nurse alongside helen cho. you were expected to be ready for any type of injury at anytime and as one of the best doctors in mumbai nick fury had personally asked for you to work this job.

you’d met all the avengers when you’d first arrived and they’d all become close friends with you due to their frequent visits to the medical block. but there’d been almost too many visits between one avenger in particular and yourself.

a mr james buchanan barnes, or bucky, as he’d urged everyone to call him.

bucky had come over to your station a little too much lately, not that you complained though, you enjoyed seeing him and each visit made your heart grow fonder. you just didn’t want to see him hurt, if only he came to you out of his own volition and not because he had to.

but, most of his injuries were small, a small scratch on his knee, a nick on his wrist from one of his knives or a little bruise from training, those were all things he could easily deal with himself, he had been for the past 2 years.

but something drew bucky to you, he wanted to always be in your company however, seeing as he hadn’t talked up a woman since the 1940’s, he wasn’t too confident on how to tell you that he liked you, and so getting himself hurt was the closest way to getting close to you.

he just didn’t think he’d have to have a run with death to do so.

“y/l/n, we need you on the landing pad, pronto!” you heard natasha’s voice calling from the small communication device in your ear.

her voice had sounded rushed, urgent and so you knew you had to get there fast. she wasn’t one to usually show many emotions apart from sarcasm.

the tapping of your sneakers came to a halt as you reached the quinjet, tony and steve hauling bucky out on their shoulders as he stood half conscious and trying to walk by himself, protecting his pride.

“oh dear god.” you muttered as you rushed with a group of doctors trailing behind you, holding a stretcher down from the wind. “get him on there now please.”

bucky had burn marks on his left cheek and his chin, the left forearm of his tunic sleeve had been burned away and he dragged his foot as he walked.

“what happened to him?” you asked hurriedly as steve and tony laid bucky on the stretcher and the other doctors tied an oxygen mask around his face, fitting it nicely over his nose and mouth.

“he ran into a burning building.” clint deadpanned, arms crossed with his bow and arrow strapped across his back.

“thanks, katniss.” you rolled your eyes.

“there.. was a- hostage inside.” bucky tried to say, lifting his oxygen mask before you forced it back down and carried on rolling him towards the med-wing.

when you reached a room in the block, you shuffled the rest of the team out telling them you’d alert them all if something happened.

steve’s face was washed all over with worry, he had just got his best friend back. the line couldn’t end here.

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you let out a heavy sigh as you rested you head against a vending machine. you had just finished briefing the team on the extent of bucky’s injuries.

small abrasions on his face and a first-degree burn on his left forearm, both temporary and easily healed. he had debris in his lungs, but it’d be disposed of naturally and quickly. overall he was fine but it wasn’t in his habit to do what he did. usually steve was the one to scour for hostages, not bucky.

rubbing your hands over your face, you walked into bucky’s room and started cleaning the desk next to his bed and filling up a glass of water for when he decided to wake up.

as you placed your hand on the handle of the door to leave, bucky called out to you, “hey, doll.”

you turned back around at lightning speed and reached his bedside table, grabbing the glass and bringing it up to his cracked lips.

his right arm reached up to hold the cup, vibranium fingers laying on top of yours as you both brought it back down to rest on the table.

a wave of silence washed over the two of you as you stared at the floor and he started at you, blue eyes piercing into your soul.

“why?” you asked meekly, half of you didn’t want him to hear, giving you a chance to just walk away and tell the rest of the team that he’d woken up.

but he, of course, heard.

“there was someone in there- i couldn’t just leave them there.” bucky told you.

“it may only be six months since i’ve met you, but i’d like to think that i know you well enough to know when you’re lying, which you’re doing right now.” you huffed out, crossing your arms and sitting on the edge of his bed.

silence. again.

“i wanted to see you.” he mumbled as he reached out to run his fingers through his hair but hissing at the pain it brought.

“you burnt yourself,” you explained. “and you could have just came to see me, you don’t have to hurt yourself just to say hi.”

“i didn’t know how to.” he shrugged.

“just come down here and say hi, alright. i don’t mind, if anything i’d like it. a small break from stitching up your best friend.” you laughed softy, tapping your palm against his leg and standing up. “‘m gonna go tell the rest of them that you’re awake.”

before being too far out of arms reach, bucky grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look at him. “i didn’t finish.”

you furrowed your brows, signalling him to carry on.

“i said ‘i didn’t know how to’.” he sighed. he was normally a smooth talker, calling you names like doll, sweetheart or sweets but he was struggling right now on what he should or could say. “i didn’t know... how to tell you i liked you.”

“i-“ you started, but he cut you off.

“each time i came here, i came here with the intention of telling you how i felt but i just couldn’t. so, i forced myself to. i got myself a chance to stay with you for a week, two if i stretched it and so i took it. i like you y/n.” he finished, eyes never meeting yours and staying on that one spot on the wall.

instead of saying anything, you tugged your wrist out of his hand that still held you and brought it to his face, your thumb grazed over the small nick on his cheek and you turned his face to look at yours, bringing the each of your faces close enough to feel the others breaths.

“i like you too, james.” you whispered and let your lips touch, a gentle yet passion-filled kiss to establish the mutual feeling between you two.

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here- n.a. romanoff

-bc nat and some infinity war angst is all i need rn😫 and i cant sleep

-please do not post my work anywhere apart from tumblr without my permission!! reblogs are completely fine though

-natasha romanoff x genderneutral!reader

the light faded away as thor had stormbreaker delved deep into thanos’ chest, thanos’ fingers were now burnt, the gauntlet still tightly attached however.

“what did you do?” thor asked lowly. “what did you do?!” louder, angrier this time.

the titan said nothing as he fell into a cloud of grey smoke and electric blue lightning, stormbreaker falling from him and onto the floor.

the air shifted as thor looked around him.

steve emerged through the bushes, one hand gripped tightly on his waist, encasing a wound. “where’d he go?”

no answer.

“thor, where’d he go?” steve asked again, chest still falling and rising rapidly.

“steve?”

bucky. he had his gun risen as he looked at his arm. what was once flesh, faded into small speckles of dust. he fell to the floor not as a human but as dust, camouflaging himself with the leaves and dirt on the ground.

steve paced towards where his best friend once stood, kneeling down to lay his hand on the remains.

thor stared blankly as he looked over the edge of the small cliff. half the army fighting against thanos dissipated into the air leaving no remains just dust.

the faint voice of the king urged his general to get up, but in the blink of an eye, he too faded away. rocket’s protesting ‘no’s’ repeated themselves as he lost groot for the second time. wanda let herself fade, her last memory, being her beloved’s corpse laying in front of her. rhodes called out for sam, but was left with no response.

natasha followed bruce towards the rest of the group her face full of worry as she hadn’t spotted you yet.

“y/n?” she said softly, looking to steve.

steve only stared back blankly.

the light in natasha’s face drained as the thought of her never seeing you again filled her mind.

“nat?” a croaky voice called.

the battle had worn you out in more ways than one. a deep gash had found itself a place on your arm and a spear which you had broken off had lunged a hole into your lower torso. but you were here and that’s all that mattered to natasha right now.

she had lost everyone in her life and she wasn’t ready to lose the thing she loved most.

you.

you had made yourself a neat little space in natasha’s life that was sure to never leave. the memories the two of you had created were the ones that would stick to you forever, ones that you’d recall when you’re both old and frail, sitting in rocking chairs. but still together. still here.

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small touches - s. reid

-🚶ah shit mayn this is my first blog on here and idk it’s weird :/ i hope you liked it idk

-please do not post my work anywhere apart from tumblr without my permission!! reblogs are completely fine though

you and spencer would always touch each other, despite his germaphobia and your extreme loathing of physical touch, it was still both of your two’s love language.

whether it be a small hand-hold or a hug, it would always light up thousands of butterflies in each of yours’ stomachs, no matter how many times it happened.

but the tender hours after a hard case would always be the best time when spencer could envelop his arms around your torso or you could massage his scalp with your ‘fingers of heaven’ as spence would call them.

those small touches were more important than any intimate moment you and spencer could share, they could keep you sane for the long days where spencer would leave for cases in other states and when you would too.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #reid x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #zaynspee