#personally I think I would’ve left after my mans stood up and yelled but that’s just mee lol

[gregoryeddiesgoldchain]

honey and i totally feel for olivia cause i would’ve stayed sat for gregory eddie too but like enough is enough

[danikamariewrites]

I absolutely adore and love your housewife Feysand series, it’s so good rishshdkdbdkck

I propose an idea, even though reader is usually always at home/Velaris, what if they got kidnapped??? And reader gets injured and Feysand go INSANE trying to find them and it’s just angsty hehehehehe BONUS POINTS if it’s just fluff and overprotective central once they rescue and find reader

Gone Girl

Feysand x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I love this little series and I’m so glad others are enjoying it

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, injuries, eventual fluff

As Feyre walked home, hand in hand with Nyx, she couldn’t help but go over today’s events. She hadn’t seen you since this morning. Which isn’t unusual but occasionally you’d pop in to say to her and Rhys while they worked.

Maybe your brunch with Mor had run longer than you thought it would? But you would’ve let them know you weren’t going to pick Nyx up from school. You always pick Nyx up from school.

As the pair entered the house Feyre saw Mor pacing in the living room. Worry on her face as she bit at her perfect nails.

Feyre crouched down in front of Nyx, giving the sweet boy a small smile. “Uncle Cass is in the kitchen, go ask him to help you with your after school snack.” The boy nodded excitedly, his floppy black hair swishing with his movements. “Ok mommy.” He gave Feyre a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to get the most unhealthy snack his uncle could find him.

Making her way over to Mor, Feyre tilted her head curiously. She took Mor’s hands before asking, “What is it?” “Y/n didn’t come to brunch. I haven’t seen her all day.” Feyre’s heart sank into her stomach. A moment later Azriel came bursting through the front door like a mad man. His shadows frantic as he yelled for his brother. “Rhys! Rhys we have a problem!”

Before Azriel could make his way up the stairs Feyre winnowed in front of him. Her hands pushed against his chest as the sapphire siphons flared, the only annoyance he showed at being bared from Rhys. When he realized Feyre was in front of Azriel pulled his High Lady up the stairs to the High Lords office.

Rhys jumped up from his chair as Azriel slammed the door. His still panicked demeanor scaring the pair. “Azriel what’s going on?” Feyre asked desperately. The spymaster got right to the point. “Y/n has been taken. A rival camp to Windhaven has reported rogue members, they think the group of males took her. A few of my spies noticed them in the city not well disguised.”

Feyre let out a cry, covering her mouth. Silver lined her eyes as Rhys held her up. He pressed his face to her head giving her a small, reassuring kiss. Rhys took a deep breath. “Do you know where she is?” Rhys asked darkly. Azriel was sure everyone in the house could feel the dark power emanating from the High Lord. “I will soon.” Azriel quickly left before the moment could turn personal. Giving the couple space.

Hours later Azriel reported that the four males had taken you to an abandoned village at the edge of the mountains. It was the dead of winter, you must be freezing. That made Rhys and Feyre even angrier. You were raised in the Summer Court you can’t handle the cold of Illyria.

Rhys didn’t want this done quietly. He wanted to make his presence known. These moronic males took what was the High Lord and Lady’s and they would pay dearly for it.

Winnowing to the center of the abandoned village Rhys, Feyre, Az, Cass, and Mor stood back to back in a circle. Weapons raised, their eyes scanned the dilapidated homes. Wind and snow whipped around the group making in almost impossible to see their surroundings. Azriel sent his shadows out in all directions. Minutes later one returned swirling frantically as it relayed information to its master. He whistled and nodded in the direction the shadow came from.

Rhys and Feyre were the first to move. As they walked ahead the raging snow storm seemed to part for them. Like it was afraid of their wrath.

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The cabin was freezing. Your body was aching from shivering for hours on end. You try to pull at the ropes around your wrists but your arms were too weak to move. It felt like you were frozen in place.

The four males that had taken you from Velaris were huddled near the front door. Now that they weren’t looking you allowed yourself to wince at the pain rushing through your right cheek. One of the males had backhanded you so hard it left a large bruise and cut from just below your temple to your cheek.

You hadn’t said a single word to them when you came to. You just sat slightly slumped in the rickety chair they tied you to. You kept your face blank, not giving them the satisfaction of a reaction or screaming and pleading with them.

When you had first woken up you tried to reach out to Rhys and Feyre. They were too far so your connection to them was nonexistent. You had prayed to the Mother that your friends and family noticed you missing. Prayed that Mor thought it was weird you didn’t show up to brunch. And Nyx! Poor Nyx must’ve been so sad when you didn’t pick him up from school.

Tears started to blur your vision as you thought about your little boy. Would you ever see him again?

Before the sob building in your throat could leave your lips the sound of the front door splintering filled your ears. You ducked your head, hissing at how stiff your neck felt.

You didn’t have to look at who was beating your captors. You could feel their presence. You’d know them anywhere.

Screwing your eyes shut you waited for the chaos to be over. You heard snow and wood crunch under extra footsteps as the males are hauled away.

A warm hand caresses your unharmed cheek. “Y/n,” a small voice says tentatively. You slowly look up at your loves. The tears you were trying to hold back falling as you give them a tight lipped smile. “You came.” Your voice raspy from not being used. “Of course we did.” Rhys said, kneeling in front of you.

With a snap of his fingers you were free from the ropes. You slipped off the chair into Rhys’s embrace. He held your shivering body tight as Feyre winnowed the three of you back to the River House. Madja was waiting upstairs in the bedroom with an apprentice to check you over.

Once she was done you slept for hours. You were still trembling from the cold which Madja had informed them was normal. You should be fine by morning as long as the fire kept going. Feyre sat with you first while Rhys went to be with Nyx.

Nyx had begged his father to see you. The little boy didn’t understand why they brought you home in tears. He kept trying to sneak away from Rhys so he could see you. “I just want to cuddle with mom!” He had yelled and stomped when he was told no.

Rhys and Feyre had switched before Nyx’s bedtime. When Feyre came downstairs Nyx was sitting on the couch, a devious look on his face with his arms crossed. Feyre copied her son with a small chuckle as she faced him down. “I’m not going to bed until I see mom.”

She sat next to him with a sigh. “You’re not seeing mom tonight, baby.” Nyx let out a little hmph and leaned back. His little wings flaring behind him. By nine he was passed out and moved to his own bed.

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Blinking your eyes open the bright morning sun caught you off guard. You thought it was nighttime. You slowly sit up against the headboard rolling out your stiff joints. Looking around you see Feyre and Rhys asleep leaning on each other at the end of the bed.

You tug on the duvet hard enough to wake them and they jolt whipping their heads around. You cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. Their eyes snap to you and relief floods their faces. They scramble to sit on either side of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Sweetheart we were so worried.” “Are you ok? Do you need anything? Water, food, anything?” They continued their onslaught of questions until you pulled away from them.

“I’m fine. Maybe some breakfast and water. But I feel fine.” Rhys looked at you with an assessing gaze. “You’re sure?” You nod at him with a small smile. “I’ll get you some food.” Rhys gives you a kiss before leaving. You turn to look at Feyre.

She stares at you with watery eyes. Her finger gently traces around your cut. You could see the hurt in her eyes. She felt guilty for not getting to you sooner. You grabbed her hand kissing her fingers softly. “I love you, so much.” She whispered. “I love you too. Thank you, for coming to rescue me.” Feyre leaned her forehead against yours. “I’d burn down the world to find you.” Her warm lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss.

When Rhys came back Nyx was following him, holding back his excitement to see you. Before climbing on the bed he gave his father a look that asked for permission. As soon as Rhys nodded Nyx climbed up on the bed snuggling into your chest.

You felt Rhys caress your mental shields before letting him in. “Feyre meant it. We’d burn the world down if it meant you were safe in our arms.” “I know Rhys. And I love you both for it.” “You know you’re never leaving our sight again, right?” You mentally and physically roll your eyes at him. It was going to be a long time before you left the house without an escort soon.

[imwetforyourmom]

JUST FINE.

CW: Unrequited love, unresolved angst, crying, swearing, cheating in a way if you think about it, yelling

SUMMARY: When you’re the only thing Chris has ever wanted, and ever will, but, when you dont see him that way, and probably wont ever, how will he take it? Or, you’ve stood the poor boy up on a date, hoping he’d get the hint.

A/N: Doc give it to me straight, did I fall off?

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“You didnt have to do that.”

The dark alley way lit you and Derek, the light providing the perfect visionary to Chris�� nightmares. But, oh gosh, how he wished it hadnt. He would’ve given anything to not see your and his actions. It all sending an itch to gag at the back of his throat and tears beginning to take their place along his waterline.

His eyes took in what they could with his consistent wiping of the back of his hands to rid of the shedding tears, trying to see, to acknowledge what you wouldnt do to Chris, what you could never picture doing with Chris.

What wasnt meant to be for Chris. Your hands were never meant to be running along his body, rubbing seductively while your lips pressed against his, your lips teasingly keeping shut, depriving him of a more intimate kiss. But, what more depriving than watching the love of your life do the actions you’d begged for if she’d asked, do to another without hesitation? No holding back seemingly present in your movements, everything raw and unforgiving to chris. Why couldnt that be him?

Why couldnt he be the one pinning you against the brick red wall, why couldnt he be the one you were moaning and inhaling sharply for, the one where your stomach fluttered with butterflies, the one where you planned to live old with? Why couldnt he be ‘the one’?

Why wasnt he meant for your love? Why was fucking derek the one in his place? Out of all people.. Derek. Derek was the one you desired the most, the one you couldnt hold your composure with, the one your heart beat raced with.

Why couldnt it fucking be him?

His body felt heavy with each second he stared, his eyes beginning to puff with each unshed tear, or hard sob being held deep into his throat, making it harder for him to watch your sinful actions.

The flowers he’d especially boughten because they were your favorite, slowly began slipping from his loosened grip. Too distracted with the utter sight of your carefree actions to keep hold of the now useless flowers.

If you’d told him a year ago, he’d be here, watching his unrequited love makeout with another man—after standing him up, he would’ve laughed in your face. Collected his breathing, and looked you into the eyes, with a puzzled expression, “who is my ‘unrequited love’?” even despite the gleam in his eyes that was present just minutes ago, now gone with the forced laughter that escaped his body.

His body would crash on the inside, but his face would stay stoned, eyebrows raised with questionairre and a clenched fist with the grasp of the little tamed composure he had left. He’d act as if he’d no clue whom his unrequited lover was, but, as much as he wish he did, he knew who she was and now the name brought an itch to throw up at the back of his throat.

The mere thought of you would strike his entire being with the pain he thought he’d never experience, but thats what everyone thinks, until it happens, then they’re never the same.

Everyone swears the love they experienced in highschool was one of tragedies, but tragedies to adore, to admire, to wish you’d had.

Its the tragedies that get to your soul, tear you apart and leave you with the thought ‘Will I ever be the same?’ tears lining your eyes and the ghost feeling of being ‘you’ again, whoever that cold, distant memory may be.

Till that special person falls to their knees and mends you back together entirely, their hand a delicate reminder that you’ll always be worth something to them, never differentaiting from the earths grime, to the earths wonders, the northern lights being danced inside your eyes, but even the skies that withold the mesmerizing colors go dark, see the nights light, an uninteresting black, but they still stand colorful again.

All it takes, is that special person.

And Chris wasnt your special person, the one that would hold your face in his palms and whisper soothing praises as you cry about the tragedies currently overtaking your soul and claiming it as its own.

Derek was gonna be that person, at least, for what he hoped, until highschool was over.

A few years later, on that same street, Chris thought he healed, he’d wished he had, but he knew he didnt. Sure, maybe majority of him healed, but deep down, in his gut he knew a part of him would never heal from the possibilites of you and Chris becoming more, becoming everything he’d ever dreamed of.

His mind never left that brick red wall, too tangled with the mingling of your and Dereks bodies, lost in the desperation and confusion of why he couldnt be Derek. What did Derek have that Chris didnt? What was so good about Derek?

But to you, your voice could never end when Derek was mentioned, the nervous beating of your heart when his name was even mentioned, you could go on and on about Derek, seemingly never having an end towardd what was so good about Derek, and when Chris was mentioned, your arms cradled yourself, curling into yourself as the guilt in your stomach filled, replacing the rapid beating of your heart with its rightful pace.

You knew what you did that night, you saw Chris watching you and Derek, but in that moment, you were too caught up with the fire Dereks fingertips danced along your skin, his lips pressing on yours with comfort and need all at the same time.

Everything about Derek was everything you’ve ever described as ‘begging to want’, the love you’ve so desperately latched onto even the second it was offered, with no thought. Too desperate to experience the love you’d crave everynight, cradling yourself in your arms as your mind did the best it could, creating the fake scenarios for love.

Nothing about Chris was in your desires, nothing he seemed to do gave you the same fluttery in your stomach as Derek did. Even when Chris did his best to adopt Dereks mannerisms, try and be a little more like him—he couldnt. That wasnt him, Derek wasnt him. He was Chris, he just needed to accept the fact that he was him.

The sound of small splashes against rain puddles and footsteps broke Chris’s train of thought, his ghost train, to be specific, his better judgement the ambulance just begging to save him.

He looked away from the same spot he witnessed his entire world fall, only to meet your gaze. The same, cheerful gleam in your eyes, warmfilled smile overtaking your features. Everything about you was comforting.

“What’re you doing out here at,”—you pulled your puffed jacket sleeve from your wrist, checking the familar patterned numbers on the watch, comfortably placed on your wrist, before looking back at Chris—“Twelve ‘o clock at night?” You asked, even with the question in your voice, the same bubbly features remained on your face.

Chris looked back at the wall beside the streetlight, licking his lips dryly as he thought of an answer, his mind running laps, desperate for a reason as of why he was here.

His head dropped to look at his feet, his throat closing with the dry sensation.

“Just, y’know, thinking.” He replied, looking back at you, his tongue peeking back out to lick his lips again.

“What about?” Your curiosity overtook your tongue, though, chris expected no less. You were always naturally curious.

“Us,” his eye contact faltered, deciding it’d just be best to stop lying, to stop living his life in his own shadow.

Your eyebrows stitched, your loud smile beginning to fall to a slight frown. “Whats there to think about us, Chris?”

“Everything, Y/n,” he looked away again, his voice faltering between a cracked whisper, to the non-chalant tone he was desperate to keep.

“I cant keep pretending like im happy with ‘us’. I’m not, fuck, I’ve never been happy with how we are. I dont want this.” He shook his head, closing his eyes as he fought the overwhelming emotions slowly taking over his features, the frown enveloping his mouth, the slight crack in his voice each time he spoke and a slow start to the never ending whirlwind of emotions he’s about to speak of, and experience, all over again.

Your eyes ran over his face, slowly understanding everything that he was saying. Your heart fought its own thumps to stay unwounded from his own hurt.

“Chris, I-“ your voice was cut off with his, a seemingly urgence in the way he spoke.

“No. Let me finish.” He shifted on his feet before turning to look at you, taking in a small breath as preperation before continuing.

“I, I was fucking standing there, watching as you and Derek got all- fuckin,” his voice began to break, thinking of the night he witnessed why you stood him up, “all that. Do you know how fucking bad you hurt me that night? Words dont even begin to explain how hurt I was. You were feeling Derek up, while I was fuckin crying in the empty space of my room.” He exasperated, the look in his eyes gave it all away, he still wasnt finished. His mouth was still full of words he wanted to say, but he wanted to let his previous words sink in first.

“Chris, im sorry, I really am—I dont know what I was thinking- I truly am sorry.” You begged, your eyes filled with sympathy and your voice beginning to crack with guilt.

“You can’t say that, Y/n, you’re not sorry. You dont have a right to be sorry, all you had to do, Y/n, all you had to do was go on the date with me. You didnt fucking have to stand me up, you could’ve even shot me a text cancelling the date, but you didnt. You didnt, you left me there to watch. To watch what you weren’t willing to do with me. And I get that, I understand that you dont want me, but you could’ve fucking said that!” He snapped, his emotioms overtaking his everything. Tears brimmed at his eyes, his voice gave signs to the vulnerabilty he was giving.

“You didnt have to do that.” He sighed, unwilling to let the rest of his emotions flow, he didnt want you to see what you did to him, only hear what you caused.

The shield you’d made just minutes ago to keep your heart together, crashed down. You could feel the radiating thump of your heart against your rib cage throughout your entire body, but none of it amounted to the pure guilt that claimed your body, the sinking hole inside your chest beginning to sink with the guilt overlapping, becoming too heavy.

Tears brimmed at your waterline, a lump grew in your throat, creating the effort you should’ve put in Chris, now replaced with the effort to apologize to Chris.

“Please Chris, you need to understand, I didnt mean to hurt you!” You begged, your voice becoming desperate. Yet, not even beginning to be as desperate as Chris ever was.

Hearing your words sent anger coursing through his blood, “Didnt mean to hurt me? You didnt fucking mean to hurt me? Can you hear yourself, Y/n? Are you out of your mind? Of fucking course you were gonna hurt me! You stood me up for some low life, I would’ve given you the world! But you chose fucking Derek—who, remind me, left you for a slut? No?” His words pierced right through you, re-opening the carefully stiched wounds Derek had left on you.

Fighting off the sobs became weaker and weaker, before your body felt absolutely broken from it all. Sobs racked through your body, and guilt replaced the tears spilling from your cheeks.

“No, no, no, Y/n, its fine. I’ll be just fine without you.” He mocked, shaking his head before sparing you one last glance, moving his begrudgingly feet away from you, walking away and leaving you there just as you’d done to him.

Even despite the pure need Chris felt to run back to you, to cradle you in his arms, soothe and apologize to you, he knew you didnt deserve that, he knew he was better than what you were going to offer to him anyways. You didnt fucking deserve the love and pure adoration Chris would’ve offered, would’ve given with no hesitation.

2096 words.

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[mochie85]

To Remember You By

One Shot Masterlist | Complete Masterlist

Summary: You try your best to end the relationship. Pairing: Loki x Reader x Bucky Word Count: 319 Warnings: Nothing explicit, but does suggest it heavily.

You had enough. You didn’t think you could survive. A relationship with one man would’ve been extraordinary enough, but dealing with both Avengers simultaneously was taxing, to say the least.

“That’s why I think it would be best if we stop.” You said not looking at either of their eyes.

“I don’t get it, doll. Did we do something wrong?” Bucky asked you concerned.

“Is there something we didn’t do, darling?” Loki added soon after.

“No. no. It’s neither of you. Really!” you tried easing the pain. “It’s…”

“Don’t give me that line. Don’t you dare say it.” Bucky warned.

“What line?” Loki asked.

“The ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. I’ve used that line. Most of the time it most definitely is the other person! It’s us, isn’t it?!”

“No, no, no. Really!” you tried again.

“Is it one of us?” Loki asked conspiratorially.

“Hey, man! What are you trying to say?!” Bucky started. Both of them started arguing, listing out faults with the other.

“Guys, GUYS! STOP!” you yelled. You stood in between, separating them with your hands out to their torso.

Loki reached for your hand and held it tighter against his chest. “Is there anything we can do to change your mind?” He took your hand to his lips and kissed it gingerly. Loki’s lips on any part of your body always left you speechless. This time is no different as you tried to remember why you wanted to stop seeing them in the first place.

You tried to back away but you were blocked by Bucky’s hard chest. Bucky’s fingers traced your arm up to your shoulders. He gathered your hair together at the nape of your neck and moved it to one side. His lips grazed along your shoulder, up to just behind your ear. “If you’re gonna leave us, at least leave us with a really good memory to remember you by.”

A/N: I really needed to write something. I've been stuck on one fic and I wasn't getting anywhere. So, I decided to take a little detour. I miss writing and being creative in general. I went extra and made my own moodboard again 🤭. Hopefully, this will get the juices flowing.

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[lostidiot24]

⚓️Nancy Mulligan🏴‍☠️

Red-haired Shanks x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Nancy Mulligan by The Wellerman, MALINDA, & Cullen Vance - OG by Ed Sheeran

A/N: My first post here! It took me awhile to decide who this would’ve been about but I think I made the right choice.

TW: Alcohol and drunk men but nothing gross like harassment so don’t worry!

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Weathered metal screeched as rusted hinges opened the wooden door to a warm cottage. A breeze flew through the open space, carrying sounds of waves and birds into inviting ears. With a woven basket in one hand and a bag on berrys in the other, you step forward and out of the way on the quickly closing door. Leather shoes made little sound against the cobblestone as you walked across the path towards the town nearby.

This had been the main part of your days this past month. Going to the town to sell fruits and berries wasn’t something you dreamed of when you were little but it gave life meaning on this island. We didn’t have many fruit vendors so you made sure to always have enough to go around.

“[Name]! Wait up!” Your feet quickly stopped against the stones as soon as they entered the entrance to the town. A friend, Jace, ran up to you with exhaustion before you quickly helped him stay standing up by grabbing their hand.

“Jace! What happened and….. why are you so sweaty?” You took your hand away from theirs as soon as they stood up and wiped it on your clothing.

“I need your help with my shift tonight. May can’t come in today because she’s sick but she was supposed to cover for Lincoln! Now I gotta cover for two people and I can’t do it alone.”

“Jace, you know that I never deal with guests. I don’t want to freeze up when one yells at me like last time…”

“Don’t worry! I promise to make sure that you get all of the easy regulars tonight and if anyone gives you a problem, just talk to me. Please?”

Tense arms slumped as you looked at your friend who was on the verge of tears. An agreement was made after slight hesitation and some bribing of free dinner. You would definitely help out if it helped take the stress of finding another meal off your back. Jaces face light up as he quickly ran into the tavern that you both worked at.

Wait… He never gave me a time to come in! I’ll just go after I sell these fruits.

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Slightly shaky hands ran down your legs as you flattened out the creases in your uniform. It was pretty basic with a small apron around the waist. You were lucky to have a tavern that was more open to clothing changes so if anything made you uncomfortable, you could just ask them for a different uniform. Nervous eyes traveled to the window that framed the view of the sea in the back of the tavern as soon as you walked out of the closet that was used as a changing room.

A ship was docking near the small harbor of your island. The citizens that lived here never really leaved so the docks weren’t very big but they could still hold a ship. You realized that you were staring when another coworker, Joanna, came to the back. She was just stocking up on some sake but it took you out of your daze as you finally walked through the doors and into the busy tavern. Jace speed walked over to you, slightly pushed you towards the front of the bar as a way to show encouragement.

Lets hope my voice doesn’t give out on me this time.

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Steady hands grabbed the beer jug before it could fall off the table when a drunk man swung his arms in the air. A sigh of relief left you before the man got up and sluggishly walked out of the tavern while bumping into your shoulder. The half full glass of beer quickly tumbled out of your grip and you readied myself for the sound of glass shattering. In a blur of motion, a hand reached out and caught the glass right before it hit the decaying wooden floors. Your line of sight moved upward as your body turned around to face the person who saved your ears and your pride. Based off his clothing, you could guess he was a foreigner and therefore a pirate that was on the ship you saw earlier.

“Are you okay?” His voice was velvety but had a rasp to it that created a sense of authority. “Some people don’t know how to hold their alcohol.” His lips curled into a smile with a slight chuckle as he looked away to place the beer glass on the table. You nodded and he took his hat off. Your eyes could finally see bright red, shaggy hair as his straw hat was held to his chest.

“uh- Thank you for that! I don’t think I could’ve dealt with the embarrassment of having to clean that up in front of everyone.” The fists that you put by your side tightened as sweat built up on your palms. His aura was so commanding yet comforting that people couldn’t help but zero in on him. The tavern was lost in your sight as his mouth opened to say something.

“[Name]! Come here real quick!” Jace called from the back of the tavern before the red haired man could speak.

“Sorry, I have to get to work….” The gaze of your curious eyes was still on him as you picked up the beer jugs and put them in the sink. Shoes lightly tapped across the floors as you finally turned your focus onto Jace.

“Hey, you can go now! The night shift people are here so you are good to go!” As soon as he gave a thumbs up, you ran to get changed in closet. To be honest, the closet wasn’t that bad. Almost everyone used it to change and the only things that were in it were some mops and buckets. You just hoped that you wouldn’t drop your shirt in one like on your first day.

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A/N: I think I might make this longer or make more parts but I hope that anyone who reads this will like it so far!

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Twenty-Six

 

 

Bill and Frank's 2023

As we got closer and closer to the front gate, a bad feeling settled into my gut. "Somethings not right," I said. Joel hummed, and we stopped right outside the gate. The grass was brown, and the lawns weren't kept. Frank was always particular about how everything looked. Joel punched the code for the gate, and we walked inside. 

"I don't like this," I said quietly as Joel slowly opened the door to their house. "What the fuck? Bill? Frank?" I yelled. I looked over at Joel and he turned to Ellie. "You stay there. Ya hear anything, you see anything… yell," he told her. The place was quiet and everything was covered in dust. "What if they’re gone?" Ellie asked. I pulled my gun and slowly walked up the stairs and down the hall to the door I knew was to their bedroom. 

I put my hand on the door knob and turned. "It's locked!" I brought my fist up and knocked. "Bill? Frank?" Joel came over and tried the door himself. "Come on." He turned around and headed for the stairs. After a few seconds I followed after him. "Ellie?" Joel called. I walked into the dining room to see her sitting in the chair holding a letter. Joel came up beside me shortly after. 

"It's from Bill," she said, holding it up. "To whomever… but probably Joel.” I figured I fell under “whomever." Came with this," she told us and slid car keys across the dusty table. "So they’re dead?" Joel asked. I sucked in a deep breath as Ellie nodded her head. "Mm-hmm. You, you wanna?" She asked. Joel looked over at me and looked back at her, "Go ahead. You do it," he said. 

August 29, 2023.

If you find this… please do not come into the bedroom. We left a window open so the house wouldn’t smell, but it will probably be a sight.

I’m guessing you found this, Joel, because anyone else would’ve been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps. 

Hehehehehehehehe.

Take anything you need. The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse. Anyway… I never liked you, but still, it’s like we’re friends… almost.

And I respect you. So, I’m gonna tell you something because you’re probably the only person who will understand.

I used to hate the world, and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. 

That’s why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do. And God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. 

“I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep…” 

Ellie stopped and looked between me and Joel. Joel walked over and took the note from her and walked out the door. I had tears in my eyes, and I was taking deep breaths to keep myself calm. "Do you want to know what it said?" I looked up at Ellie but didn't answer. 

"It said, "Use them to keep your firefly safe. She's never too far from you. Even if you can't see or find her, she's there." I didn't open this one because it was only addressed to you." She stood up and handed me an envelope. "Stay here," I whispered and walked outside. 

I looked down at the envelope, recognizing Frank's handwriting. I carefully opened it and unfolded the piece of paper. 

Firefly, 

Don't cry. I wanted this. I was getting old and my health was getting worse. Don't worry it wasn't painful. It was peaceful. 

Bill said Joel could have his guns and anything he needs. But the whole place is yours. I know you left Joel because of what was said in the heat of the moment. And I know you think he was always way too protective of you. I thought the same about Bill. 

But that's not the case. That's the way they show they love us. He's miserable without you. I also know you're a little threatened by Tess. You don't need to be, honey, she's got nothing on you. Joel's eyes are only and always on you. 

I saw the way he looked at you the first time you two came here. And I know there's a pretty big age gap between you two, but you're that man's world. His universe. He's nothing without you. 

Let the past in the past and forgive him. Life is too short. Get the hell out of Boston and stay out of Boston. If you want to stay here, it's all yours. It doesn't matter where you go to just make sure Joel is by your side. 

I love you, my sweet girl. And even if it doesn't seem like it, so does Bill. 

Frank xx

I wiped the tears that had started to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks. The day I left flashed in my head like a short film. The words that were said. The emotions that heavily hung in the air. 

I looked up to see Joel in the garage that was beside the house. The hood of the white and blue truck Bill had left was up. His head hung low, hands gripping the truck. And I wondered if he was thinking about that day too. 

Late Fall 2013 

"I'm not arguing with you, yn! You're not going and that's final!" Joel paced around the apartment gathering everything he needed for his trip outside the walls with fucking Tess. "Why the fuck not?! You always do this, Joel! And don't fucking say it's because you nerd to keep me safe! You know damn well I can protect myself!

"So what is it? Huh? You want to be alone with her so you two can fuck around freely? So, you don't have to tiptoe around me, huh?" He spun around and stuck his finger out towards me. "How many fucking times do I have to tell you there isn't anything going on between me and Tess?! You really that fucking low of me? You really think I would ever hurt you like that?!" 

"Well, what other reason is there, Joel? You never give me a straight answer. It's always you're protecting me and keeping me safe. That's not a fucking answer! Not when I'm safest when I'm with you! Why can't you see that? Just tell me why I can't go with you!" 

He was by the door now and he turned to look at me. "You wanna know why? I'll tell you why. It's because you only slow us down. You just get in our way. I don't have time to babysit you when we're out there. Every time you come along with us trouble fucking follows. You're always getting us into fucking situations that never happen when you're not there! You're a fucking burden to us!" 

It felt like the wind was knocked out of me. Everything seemed to slow down, ringing erupted in my ears. Tears burned the back of my eyes as they slowly formed and gathered at my waterline. I couldn't say anything. I just stood there with wide, glossy eyes and my mouth parted in shock. I was a burden to him. For how long? 

"I need to go. We'll talk about this when I get back," he said and opened the door. "If you walk out that door, don't expect me to be here when you get back," I said barely above a whisper. He stopped for a few seconds, and I thought maybe he'd close the door and tell me he didn't mean anything he just said. But he didn't. No. He walked out the door, slamming it closed on his way.

[admhawthorne]

My husband was a good man, which was always a problem for us because his goodhearted nature combined with the fact he was clearly the main character in our universe meant everything happened to or about him, which is what ultimately killed him.

I was in labor, and he was rushing to the hospital, but his arch nemesis caught him on the way, and my husband lost the fight because his super over powered armor malfunctioned. His death was a tragedy, and it set up the perfect backstory for my daughter who was born with the same striking pink hair of her father.

As soon as I saw her, I cried, but not out of love. I was terrified for her. Being the main character is a terrible burden, and I had no way to help her through it as her father would’ve been able to do. He could’ve shown her what places, people, and scenarios to avoid so as to not start her main character arc too early in life. He could’ve guided her through at least a normal childhood. I had no chance in helping her. I was always a secondary character.

As it turns out, I worried for nothing.

Her tragic backstory about the death of her father was something she took well and never developed a need to avenge him. In fact, when his nemesis tried to start a running battle with her, she completely misunderstood what he wanted from her, told him she wasn’t interested in buying anything, and left him dumbfounded in the middle of the street.

There were multiple times during grade school she should have been in the middle of a love triangle or a non-sexual harem type situation, but she always seemed to avoid it by either changing after school clubs because she was bored or obliviously getting the other two who would be in the love triangle to date each other.

Over and over again, she unwittingly avoided starting her hero journey because she had no idea what the signs were. If someone came looking for an adventurer to help them, she’d direct them a local guild. When she started manifesting powers, she shrugged them off as annoying and actually didn’t tell anyone but me, so no one has ever pegged her as some kind of chosen one.

She cooks and creates the most extraordinary things that no one has ever tasted or seen before, but only for the two of us because, and I quote, she’s “too lazy to start a business or whatever, and why should I when I could just go to work for 40 hours a week and call it a week? God, owning a business is too much work.”

She’s never liked sports, so her superpowered abilities like her strength and speed are hardly ever used. No one knows she has them, so no one pressures her to use them. A few weeks ago, she found she could actually fly, and the first thing she did was buy a bus pass because flying, she said, would just mess up her clothes and hair.

It has been 25 years now, and it still blows my mind how good she is at accidently not being the main character. I marvel at it every day because almost every day she manages to simply not take the bait the world is throwing at her.

Today, I asked her if she felt as though she were missing out on something in her life since it was obvious she was supposed to be a main character but she was living a secondary, or maybe even a lesser than that, character’s life, and she looked at me like I was the dumbest person she’d ever known.

“Mother,” she said incredulously, “do you really think I’m not the main character?”

I was baffled. I thought it was clear she wasn’t and said as much, pointing to all the times she’d so far obliviously dodged being so.

She rolled her eyes at me and leaned over the table to ask me in a mock conspiratorial voice, “Maybe my main character power is the power to not be the main character. Have you ever thought of that?”

As I leaned back in my chair, dazed by this possibility, she stood up with a bounce and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I’m headed home. Call me if you need anything,” she called over her shoulder. She yelled out a ‘goodbye’ and a ‘love you’ before the door closed behind her, and I’ve been sitting here in stunned silence ever since.

[serenity-ren-bliss]

Some people are worth risking your life for. l Scaramouche x Reader

My 4th fic for the Bloru writing collab. (@bluexiao)

Prompt: it would’ve been better if you stayed away from me + Scaramouche

TW/CW: Blood, ooc Scaramouche?, kidnapping, censored swear word(s), possible grammar/spelling mistakes

Scaramouche’s heart was pounding in his chest as he slowly entered the cave where you were being kept hostage. Running in he quickly noticed you tied to a chair with a gag in your mouth. You were changed into shorts and a cropped top that left your entire midriff bare, multiple bruises and scars covered your arms, midriff, and legs. Standing beside your seat is one of the men that took you prisoner. He was tall with a strong build and he stood straight with his arms behind his back. Scaramouche walked straight up to him, his weapon tied behind his back in a way where it was hidden but easy to grab.

 “So you came alone, just like we said.” Your captor smirked, as Scaramouche stopped walking to stand straight with a scowl. “They really are your weakness aren’t they.” He put his hand on your shoulder. You visibly flinch, turning your head to look away from them. Scaramouche looked over at you, his expression softening ever so slightly at your figure. His expression then changed to one of anger. “Let them go.” He said sternly. Your captor turned his head to the side ever so slightly, his amusement lacing his voice as he spoke, “ I don’t think I will. They are quite the pleasant company.” 

His hand moved to your head. The way he rested it on you reminded you of how Scaramouche would pat you on the head. Still, the gesture gave you more discomfort than your partner's headpats ever could. Scaramouche’s brows furrowed. “What do want out of this!?” Your captor took his hand off your head and put it to his chin to signal thinking. You mentally sighed at the feeling of discomfort being lessened. You are going to take the first chance that appears to take a bath after this. 

“I want you to feel weak.” Your captor smirked, turning to take something from the bag he strung over his shoulder, “I want to take the one most important thing from you and force you to watch it crumble.” Curiosity getting the better of you, you turned to look at him. “I want to watch the almighty Balladeer, the 6th Fatui Harbinger, crumble at this loss and then I want to do it to all the others.” You watched in horror as he pulled out a knife and his smile widened. A loud, muffled scream filled the air as he put the knife against your neck. “Quiet, brat!” He yelled, using his free hand to grab your face and keep you from pulling away from him. You looked over at Scaramouche who watched in silent shock in horror as tears welled up in your eyes. 

His expression returned to its previous determined anger as he put his hand out and began to channel elemental energy. “Put. the. Knife. Down.” He said sternly. Your captor chuckled, “Or what?” He dug the knife deeper into your throat, causing you to let out another blood-curdling, but muffled, scream. “I said be quiet!” He slapped you before grabbing you again. “AND I SAID PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!!” With a flick of his wrist, Scaramouche sent a wave of electro energy at the man. It hit him causing him to drop the knife and fall to the floor. “You little-” The man quickly got back up at lunged at him. Your eyes filled with horror as you watched, unable to look away as the men fought. Mentally cheering when your captor was injured and flinching when your savior was.

The long battle ended with Scaramouche's victory. Once he was finished with the man (at least for now.), he turned his attention to you. Tears running down your cheeks, a horrified expression on your face, scars covering your body, and ropes and gags keeping you restrained to your seat, but you were still just the person he’s been trying to find. He picked up the enemy's knife and ran to you. “Y/N!” He yelled as he finally reached you, cupping your cheek as he looked into your fear-stricken eyes. He began to tear up as he quickly used the knife to cut off your restraints and then pulled the tape off your mouth. “Scara-” He picked you up from your seat and pulled you into an embrace, letting you sob into his shoulder. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.” He said, carrying you away.  You were rushed to an infirmary the moment you made it back to base. In only a few weeks, you were almost fully recovered. Scaramouche visited you constantly, providing affection and comfort, but something about him felt…of. He was more quiet than usual, his mind was constantly drifting off, thinking of something you don’t know. Finally, you decided to ask him about it. “Hey, Scaramouche?” “Hm?” You pulled your head away from his chest to look up at his face, “What’s on your mind?” He looked confused and a bit surprised as he responded. “There’s nothing on my mind.” “Liar.” Your brows furrowed, “I don’t like when you lie.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m not lying, Mishka.” You rolled your eyes. “And I’m not playing here медовый. There’s clearly something that has been bugging you.” “You know me too well.” His smile saddened and he looked away. “You know…it’s stupid but…I can’t help but think it would’ve been better if you stayed away from me.”

That statement confused you. “What? What makes you say that?” “Well… you’re so bright and so innocent and because of me, you’re getting roped into Harbinger business with an *sshole who can barely hug you without complaining. If you hadn’t met me, you would still be happy in your village with your parents and sister.” “I’d also not have a you.” You countered, “I wouldn’t have a you, who makes my day more entertaining with every action they take, I wouldn’t have a you who protects me with every fiber of their being, I wouldn’t have a you who listens to me talk about my interests with so much focus, who walks with me through markets and festivals, who lets me sit in their lap as they write paperwork, and who cuddles me when I have nightmares. I don’t think my life would be better, even if I was safer.” “But you’re risking your life!” He yelled. You shrugged, “Some people are worth risking your life for.” 

[favefandomimagines]

Ruby (e.b)

Summary: the 118 gets called to an apartment fire and Buck meets you and saves your daughter. 

AN: i feel like buck would be the best father figure for a kid and i might make this a little series depending on how well this does

You were told that when you moved into your apartment building, that everything was up to code. It had passed a safety check and it would be perfect for a young mother and her 6 year old daughter. 

Looking back on it, you now knew the landlord just wanted your money and would say anything to get it. 

You didn’t even know there was a fire until you got home from work and the babysitter was outside and your daughter wasn’t. 

“Maya, where’s Ruby?” You questioned when you didn’t see your child. “I-I swear she was right next to me. I don’t know what happened.” Maya cried. 

You looked at her with wide eyes before attempting to go inside the building. “Ruby! Ruby!” You yelled out. “Ma’am, you can’t go in there.” A firefighter stopped you. “I have to, my daughter is missing, she might be in there!” You replied hysterically. 

The firefighter looked from you to the fire before speaking. “Okay, I will go in there and get your daughter, okay? She’s going to be okay.” He said. 

You nodded your head and watched as the firefighter ran back into the building to search for your daughter. You didn’t know how you could let this happen, you knew you should’ve just stayed home today.

After a few moments of just waiting, watching the flames take over the building, the man came out with your daughter in his arms.

“Oh my god, Ruby!” You called upon seeing her. “Mommy!” She cried. The man put her in your arms and you held on to her tightly. “Thank you, thank you so much.” You said to the firefighter.

“You’re welcome, ma’am. I would still get her checked out just in case.” He said.

After that night, the firefighter who saved your child was always a thought throughout the day. You and Ruby moved to LA a couple of years prior when she was 4 years old after her father left. 

He wasn’t the nicest person even before you had a baby and for the four years after she was born, you were building up the courage to leave him. When you finally did, you made sure there was no way he’d be able to find you.

“Mommy, the firefighters came to our school today.” Ruby spoke as the two of you sat at the table. “Did they?” You asked. “Yeah, the firefighter who saved me was there. I think we should go say thank you.” She said. 

You looked at your daughter for a moment as you smiled. “Do you remember the number on the fire truck?” You asked. “Yes! It said 1-1-8.” Ruby answered. “Well, then maybe we can bring some brownies to the station. I’m sure they’d appreciate that.” You told her. 

Ruby got up from her chair and cheered as she gathered her crayons to make them a card. 

Being a single mother was difficult at times but then you see how kind and generous Ruby was and that made you feel like you were doing a good job. Your own mother raised you and your siblings on her own and she often told you she must have done something right if you turned out the way you did.

You drove to the fire station and it was only a couple blocks away from your new apartment. Ruby was practically bouncing in her seat as she talked all about the firefighters of the 118.

“Alright, now don’t run off, okay? We will ask when we get inside.” You instructed her. But as you walked up to the open doors and she spotted the firefighter who saved her, she took off. 

“Buck!” She called as she ran to him. “Why hello, Ruby.” He greeted her with a smile as he crouched down to her level. “Looks like you two are on a first name basis now.” You commented. 

“She’s a great kid.” He said as he stood up. “We just wanted to stop by and thank you for saving her. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t gone back in there.” You said. “You probably would’ve gone back in there yourself.” He replied with a small laugh.  

You let out a laugh as well before you realized he didn’t even know your name. “I’m Y/N by the way.” You said.  “Evan, but everyone calls me Buck.” Buck said. “Well, it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances, Buck.” You said. “You too, Y/N.” Buck said.  

“Mommy, can Buck go to dinner with us tonight?” Ruby said in a loud whisper. “Ruby, he might have other plans.” You told her. “Actually, I don’t. And I’d love to go to dinner with you.” Buck said. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.” You questioned with a dry laugh. 

“I’m positive. Besides, who can so no to that face?” Buck replied, gesturing to Ruby smiling up at him. You gave him a smile as Buck’s co-workers came up to greet Ruby and happily take the plate of brownies. 

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Six months later and Buck moved in with you and Ruby, being the paternal figure she needed after so long. The three of you were like your own little family and you were hoping it would stay that way. 

Ruby was much happier with Buck around and the way he acted with her was admirable. She wasn’t even his kid but he treated her like she was. Ruby knew that Buck wasn’t her father but she didn’t care. To her, he was her dad and that was why she asked him to come to career day at her school. 

Buck of course couldn’t say no to her and happily agreed. You took that day off work to go and see Ruby and Buck together in front of her first grade class. 

“Ruby, would you like to introduce your guest?” The teacher asked her. “Yes! This is my daddy, Buck. He’s a firefighter.” Ruby said. Your breath hitched when she called Buck her dad and you could see by the look on Buck’s face that he was taken aback.

“Uh, yeah. I’m Evan Buckley and I am a firefighter for the LAFD.” Buck started. Throughout his entire presentation, you were an anxious mess. You were afraid that this was going to happen one day and that it would scare Buck off. 

Buck was a blessing in your life and Ruby’s and you didn’t want him to leave. After the presentations, you met Ruby outside the classroom. “Hey, sweetheart!” You greeted her. 

Buck came up slowly behind her as you were crouched down to your daughter’s level. He could sense your apprehension the second he began his career day presentation. 

“Buck, do you have to go back to work?” Ruby asked the man. “Yeah, kiddo, I do. But I will see you at home, okay?” Buck answered. You and Buck made eye contact for a moment, both of you trying to address the elephant in the room. 

“Um, I will see you after your shift, yeah?” You asked. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” Buck answered. You gave him an awkward smile before his phone buzzed, telling him that he had to leave for work.

The shift went by quicker than he wanted because now he had to go home and figure out how to diffuse the tension between the two of you.

Did you not want Buck to be Ruby’s father figure? He didn’t know why not and that was what confused him.

“What’s with the long face?” Eddie asked him. “Ruby called me her dad today at career day. I think it totally freaked out Y/N.” Buck explained. “Maybe she’s afraid it freaked you out. I mean, she probably thinks you’re ready to run out of there now that you’re deemed as ‘dad.’” Eddie explained.

“I would never leaver her or Ruby. I love both of them.” Buck said. “Then tell Y/N that. She’s probably thinking the worst.” Eddie said.

And you definitely were. You were pacing the living room back and forth as Ruby was washing her hands for dinner. Was Buck going to leave? Was taking care of another man’s child too much for him? All of those thoughts and worse case scenarios were running through your head, you didn’t even hear the door open.

“Hey, you okay?” Buck’s voice asked. “What? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You answered. “Where’s Ruby?” He questioned, setting his keys down. “She’s washing up for dinner. Um and speaking of Ruby, I’m sorry about what she said today. I-I understand if it freaked you out and it was too much too soon.” You said.

“Y/N, I’m not freaked out. I love Ruby and I don’t care if she’s not actually my kid because I’d be lucky to be her dad. And I love you too much to let something like that scare me away from you.” Buck said. “Really?” You asked. “Yes, really. You and Ruby have been the best things to ever happen to me.” He said.

“I was so scared that what Ruby said was going to drive you away. It’s very rare to find a guy willing to raise another man’s kid.” You told him. “I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. Especially since I have you.” Buck said.

You smiled up at him when the sound of tiny feet grew louder. “Buck, you’re home!” Ruby cheered. “Hey, kiddo! You all ready for dinner?” He asked, scooping her up in his arms. 

“Yes, yes I am.” She answered. “Then let’s go sit down at the table so we can start.” He said to her. He placed her in her seat next to his, you smiling as you grabbed the meal you had made.

As you sat down at your own seat and Ruby and Buck began to dig in, you couldn’t help but feel very grateful for the night Buck came into your life. Even though it was under very poor circumstances, it brought your little family and you couldn’t have been happier.

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

Pure (Thor x Virgin!Reader)

I don’t know what possessed me to write this other than the Mjolnir scene in AoU or a fanfic I read once with a similar idea. Because I don’t remember who wrote it with my goldfish-like memory, it’s essentially just Mjolnir has a glitch where virgins can also lift it due to being pure instead of worthy. I’m kinda using that as the prompt for this, but I do remember that in that story it’s Bruce x Reader, so this is already a little different. But still, credits to whoever came up with this concept originally! I’ve been dying to write it since I read it. This will probably read as closer to a female reader than gender-neutral because that is just my writing style. It’s hard for me to write gender-neutral content when I’m essentially writing this as a self-insert and then writing my name and personality out of it. If the reader is also a little more introverted than you typically are, that’s also on me, my bad, friends. Also, slight brucetasha. Why? Because I said so.

Word Count: 2127

Tony was throwing yet another party, and since it was for a successful mission, all the Avengers had to be there. Including you. It wasn’t that you didn’t like parties, you did, you just preferred them when Tony didn’t have an open bar and you weren’t being hit on by someone drunk every other minute. It was better now, since everyone that wasn’t an Avenger or Agent of SHIELD had already left.

And trust me when I tell you that the guys were all drunk, even Steve and Bucky, since Thor had brought some of his Asgardian mead. Bruce didn’t drink because lowered inhibitions and Hulk didn’t exactly mix, so he would fend off drunk suitors for you. Tony had held his liquor pretty well since Rhodey was here tonight and nobody wanted a repeat of Iron Man 2.

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“It’s a trick, it’s gotta be.” Clint argued with Thor again.

“I’m afraid not, Brother Barton. Whomever can lift Mjolnir rules Asgard.” Thor responded. Clint stood up and stumbled toward the table. “Please, do help yourself though.” Barton wrapped his hand around the handle and pulled with all his strength.

“I’m telling you, this is a trick. It’s bullshit.” Clint defended himself.

Tony got up and tried, then he got Rhodey to help him. And they argued, as usual. Bruce even pretended to Hulk out to impress Nat, who just chuckled and shook her head.

“Captain Rogers, would you like to try?” Thor asked. Steve finished his beer before standing up, he tugged on the handle slightly, and you swore you saw Mjolnir move. As soon as you glanced from Mjolnir to Thor and back to Mjolnir, it was no longer hovering about the table. Steve raised his hands in defeat and sat back down. Thor originally looked very worried, but that quickly faded away once Steve couldn’t lift it any higher.

“Not me either.” Bucky immediately sent a glare in Steve’s direction, and you know you would hear yelling next door later. You’ve learned though, if you just bang your fist on the wall hard enough, they both apologize immediately.

“See, it’s gotta be a trick if even Cap can’t lift it!” Tony protested. “Whomever yields Thor’s fingerprint can lift the hammer.”

“Well, Lady Natasha? Y/S/N? [Your Superhero Name] Would either of you like to try?”

Nat shook her head. “Oh no, I think we’re content to watch you guys make idiots of yourselves.”

“And please, Thor, call me Y/N.” You added on, the first thing you had said in probably hours. You were content to watch everyone else make a fool of themselves, you didn’t want to join them.

“Aw, Y/N, please?” Bucky asked. “It’d be funny if you could since even the righteous Captain America couldn’t.”

“What the hell, you jerk?” Steve protested.

“LANGUAGE!” Everyone said in sync. Steve shook his head, grumbling about how he wished they had never found him in the ice.

“Stevie.” You said his name and he looked at you. “As much as I am way less willing to make a fool of myself as you guys are..I’ll try to lift it if you stop moping. You were saved after 70 long years, and you never would’ve gotten Bucky out of HYDRA if you hadn’t. So don’t go wishing things like that, because you know Tony’s smart enough to build a time machine and make sure you’re never found.”

Steve nodded and looked back at the floor, “Sorry, Y/N.”

You stood up and walked over to where Mjolnir was sitting. “I am not drunk enough to be trying this.” You muttered under your breath before reaching out, grabbing the handle, and pulling with all your might. You immediately fell on your ass, as you were able to lift Mjolnir like it weighed nothing. Like it was merely a normal hammer. “What the fuck?” You said, dropping Mjolnir.

“Steve, they said a bad language word!” Maria pointed out. Steve sighed and shook his head again.

“H-how?” Bucky asked, looking at Thor.

“Um, let’s see. Oh, what was that old story Father told me that I wasn’t listening to?”

“Not only the worthy, but the most pure can lift Mjolnir.” Loki said from his seat in the corner.

“So because Y/N could lift it, it means they’re either worthy or a virgin?” Tony asked.

“And since nobody else is worthy, and I even have to show my worth sometimes, Y/N is definitely not worthy.” Thor explained.

“Please tell me I’m gonna be too drunk to remember this tomorrow.” You mumbled, getting up to leave.

“I thought you weren’t drunk enough?” Nat asked.

“Well, now I’m too drunk. Good night.” You stumbled off towards your room. “And virginity is a social construct anyways!” You called behind you.

“Literally only virgins say that, kiddo!” Tony called back. You slammed your door behind you, and slid down it, tears dripping down your face.

“Oh, darling.” You looked up to see Loki in your room.

“What are you doing here?” You sniffled softly. It wasn’t that you were scared of Loki, quite the opposite, the two of you were good friends and bonded quite fast. Right after the Battle of New York, Loki revealed that he was under the influence of the Mind Stone, and Thanos was controlling him through it. Once you were recruited to be an Avenger, you ran into him quite often, although you didn’t fall for his tall, dark, and mysterious act. Instead, you fell for his golden-retriever of a brother. You never could quite get used to Loki popping in and out of your room as he pleased though.

“My oaf of a brother doesn’t always realize how these Midgardian things go. I’m sorry that your secret is out.”

“Oh, it’s not your fault, Loki. Someone would’ve found out eventually.” He helped you stand, get out of your fancy clothes and into your pajamas, and do your nighttime routine.

Once Loki had gotten you situated in bed, under the covers, he made you take pain pills and stayed with you until you fell asleep. Afterwards, he left a glass of water on your nightstand and left, locking the door behind him. He ran into Steve and Bucky in the hallway outside your room. “Are they alright?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’m certainly hoping that everyone’s too drunk to remember this, otherwise they may never leave their room again.” Loki replied, wincing softly at the thought of Stark bringing it up over breakfast tomorrow.

“Their best kept secret about their personal life.” Bucky said.

“Oh, there are others, Sergeant, don’t worry about that. But this is something that they find very shameful, with their teleportation powers, they were forced to kill a lot of people in a short period of time, but they understand that it was a kill or be killed situation. So they’ve never been ashamed about that part of their past. But I will let Y/N explain themselves on their own time, so please don’t ask them any questions.”

“Of course not.” Steve started.

“We understand not wanting to talk about the past.” Bucky continued.

“Letting someone come to you is almost always the best way to get information.” Steve finished.

“Norns, it’s like the Weasley Twins with the two of you.” Loki chuckled.

“Who are they?” Bucky asked.

“Ask Y/N if they’ll let you borrow Harry Potter. If you enjoyed the Hobbit, Sergeant, you’ll quite like this.” Loki said. “Now, I’m going to be turning in for the night, I would advise that you two do the same if you’d like to sleep off any of Thor’s wretched mead.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, you stumbled into the kitchen to grab your morning coffee, especially since it would help with your pounding headache.

“Oh, little one, I had hoped the pain pills last night would help.” Loki said, placing your favourite mug next to you.

“I already took more.” You mumbled, resting your head on your arms on the table.

“Good morning!” Thor bellowed, walking in. You groaned softly and covered your ears.

“Thor!” Loki chastized. “Just because we don’t get hungover, doesn’t mean that the mortals don’t.” You sat up and hissed at the amount of light entering your eyes, before sipping at your coffee.

“Just the way I like it, Loki.”

“I know, little one. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You muttered into your mug.

“Well, there is no need to feel like that, Y/N! You can lift Mjolnir!” Thor exclaimed.

You groaned again at Thor’s words before tossing a pillow in Loki’s direction, not to hit him, but so he would hit Thor. “Don’t remind me.”

“Why not? It is a joyous day!”

“Thor, Midgardian customs work differently. Since Y/N isn’t worthy, you announced that they are still a virgin. Which for Midgardians, is something that many people are made fun of for.” Loki explained.

“Oh yeah! That’s right! Y/N’s a virgin!” Tony exclaimed, walking in.

“Shouldn’t he be hungover with how much he had to drink last night?” You asked softly.

“Yes, and I was. But Pepper fixed me up, and I’m perfect now, little virgin.”

“Fuck off, Tony.” You teleported back to your room and locked the door. You put your coffee mug on the nightstand before rolling over and essentially turning yourself into a blanket burrito.

“Oh, darling. I know. Stark is an asshole.” Loki said, laying down next to you.

“I’m quitting and moving back home.” You grumbled, curling into his chest.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t let you do that.” Thor said, sitting on your other side. “I am truly sorry about Brother Stark, and that I was unaware of your.. status?”

You chuckled. “Well, Thor, that’s not exactly what it’s called, but thank you for your apology.”

“May I ask how someone as lovely as you is still a virgin?” Thor asked softly.

“It’s not some sob story or anything, I was just more focused on my studies than fucking someone. I never had the chance, and there wasn’t anyone that was actually interested in me like that. I dated a few people, but I was so focused on school, and getting my degree, that I actually had to work for it, unlike Stark. And then when my powers developed, HYDRA got a hold on me to do some experimenting, and I was sent on missions all the time until you guys came to save me. I really just never had the chance.” You explained.

“What about the people that come to Stark’s parties?” Thor asked.

“Well, now that I’m older, I don’t really wanna lose it to just anyone. Plus most of them just want to fuck one of us here so they can say they’ve fucked an Avenger.”

“Now you want to make sure it’s someone you love.” You nodded in agreement, nestling further into Loki’s chest. “Well, what about me?”

“I-what?”

“What about me?”

“I-you wanna sleep with me?”

“I do.”

“I told you so, little one.” Loki said, kissing the top of your head.

“You did tell me, Lo.” You said softly.

“Wait, are you two..?” Thor asked.

“No, Thor, we’re not. Loki and I are simply best friends.”

“We get into mischief together.” Loki smirked.

“Would you- would you please pass me my coffee?” You asked softly, unrolling yourself from your blanket burrito enough to free your arms.

Thor passed you your coffee mug and softly kissed your lips. “I’d love to be your boyfriend, Y/N.” You blushed into your coffee mug as you took another sip, with Loki frantically screaming in your head that his otp was coming true.

You choked on your coffee while laughing at him, “Loki, really?”

“What did he say?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You said, shaking your head. “I’d love for you to be my boyfriend, Thor.”

He took the mug from your hands, placed it back on your nightstand, and kissed you passionately. Loki picked this moment to take his leave, smirking.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was about 4 hours later when you went to the kitchen for a refill on your coffee, although Thor had certainly helped your hangover with a few tricks he knew.

“Hey, there they are!” Bucky exclaimed. “How are you feeling, kiddo?”

“Better.” You said, nodding. “Thor took care of me.”

“Hell yeah, he did!” Tony shouted.

“Kiddo,” Steve said softly, “You know the walls aren’t soundproofed, right?”

“The walls aren’t- oh fuck, Thor.”

“Yes, you did say that a lot.” Nat said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders “But I’m proud of you.”

“Are those hickies?” Clint asked.

You looked down where the collar of your Thor’s shirt dipped. “Damn it, Thor!”

He started laughing from your bedroom.

[versadies]

Hello!! Can I request a song fic of that Scaramouche concept you thought of(if that is allowed)?? Sorry if this seems messy, You can ignore this if you want. The song can be any of your choosing, but if it required to choose a song, then the song can be "Alec Benjamin - Let Me Down Slowly". Thanks in advance!!

down slowly (songfic)

penpal: omg i honestly didn’t expect someone to request this 😳😳😳 hope you like this!!

pairing/s: scaramouche x gn!reader (reader knows how to sing)

sypnosis: an au where the reader was the original 6th harbinger and the calm, intelligent scaramouche was their right hand man. a tale of how he becomes the scaramouche we know of after a tragic incident that happened to the reader.

warning/s: death, violence, ooc!scaramouche (he's not going to act like the canon one)

song: let me down slowly by alec benjamin

note: scaramouche's role for you is basically like sara to baal but there's romance between the two of you (your age in here is the same as scaramouche's). take note that anything related to scaramouche’s past here is not canon to the actual lore.

this night is cold in the kingdom i can feel you fade away

it was in inazuma when he met you, beating all the fatui agents thinking that they were going to beat you, a "helpless" person.

your cold eyes was the first thing he laid eyes on when he looks up at you.

"and who you may be?" you asked, staring at the man in disgust as you stand up from the ground and pat your outfit. "you must be bold enough to beat down ten fatui agents in front of a harbinger."

while others would've been peeing their pants at the sight of your presence alone, he stared at you as though you're the most divine thing.

you scoffed at his silence. "can't talk buddy?" you asked, causing him to blink a few times before standing up quickly and bow down. "apologies, i-i thought they were going to-"

"fight me? please, if anything they're going to be the ones getting beaten down by me." you cut him off, glancing at the unconscious agents with a sigh, not noticing how scaramouche felt his mouth twitch upward a bit from your comment.

"though i must say, the way you fought them is impressive- even without using your vision and all." you said blankly, adjusting your hat.

"....i beg your pardon?" he asks, causing you to roll your eyes. "do i have to repeat myself? it's not everyday that you have a harbinger praising your skills."

before scaramouche could say anything, you immediately interrupted again, looking at him as though you thought of an incredible idea.

"say.. why don't you join the fatui?"

from the kitchen to the bathroom sink and your steps keep me awake

the man then found himself being a part of the fatui. if there's one thing that makes the fatui less sufferable for scaramouche: it was you, the 6th harbinger of the fatui, the balladeer.

although he had to go through extreme measures to get to his position as the right-hand man, it was worth it being able to be by your side. even if he has to listen to you yelling and cursing at your subordinates all day, it was worth it.

your reputation among the fatui is truly something scaramouche looks up to, the cunning-intelligent individual who can turn the skies to purple and struck opponents down with lightning. not only were you one of the most intelligent but also one of the most powerful harbingers that teyvat has ever seen.

and no, he doesn't care about the fact that you're the most disliked harbinger. to him, you're his savior and the only person he could spend an eternity with.

besides, you brought him something worth living for.

it was the cold atmosphere he felt when you first praised him as a fatui member.

"how are the recruits while i was away?" you asked, walking around the hallways of the zapolyarny palace with scaramouche following behind, making pace with you. "they've been to their assigned positions and i assigned a few of the subordinates to supervise them."

"good." you then stood in front of the doors of where the tsaritsa resides, fixing yourself before taking a deep breath. "you may start preparing our next mission. i'll be back in my office shortly once i'm done talking to the tsaritsa."

he bows. "understood, my lord/lady."

"i'll see you then, scarmouche. keep up with the good work."

don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste i once was a man with dignity and grace

although he was living the dream of being your right-hand man, he often seen people talking about him behind his back. it doesn't bother him, really, but sometimes it gets irritating whenever one mentions your name for such a pathetic conversation.

however, he would never expect a fatui agent to push him off the cliff in the cold embrace of snezhnaya's winter with no sign of coming back. all of this because of how envy the agent is of you "favoring" scaramouche.

it was a miracle that he survived (with major injuries of course) - though, he was astounded that the fatui agent didn't think of taking him to a higher cliff to instantly kill him.

if only he had a pyro vision to keep him warm.

given the circumstances, scaramouche would most likely die from hypothermia if not blood loss. he didn't think this is how he'd died. he thought he'll die from protecting you, or even from old age. but no, he had to die in a pathetic cold way.

it felt like hours, days even. the pain was killing him slowly as he stares at the sky.

however, when he heard familiar footsteps coming nearby followed by a familiar voice calling out his name, he felt relieved, finally allowing himself to embrace the comfort of slumber.

he heard the sounds of your humming when he woke up.

you stopped humming, watching as he slowly wakes up from his slumber. "oh good, you're awake." you spoke up, a dull expression on your face was plastered. "and here i thought i was going to waste my time waiting for my right-hand man to wake up."

"how... how did i get here?" he asked, voice hoarse. you sigh in response, leaning against the chair more. "i was the one who found you. one of my cicin mages reported me that a stupid agent recklessly boasted about how he left you in the middle of nowhere while being injured and can become the next right-hand man." you answered.

his breath hitches at your response. you decided to go through snezhnaya just to look for him?

if scaramouche wasn't in love back then, he's head-over-heels for you now.

"don't think i actually had to drop my responsibilities for you. the fatui agent killed himself before we could get any information on him, so i let my most trustworthy agents to search for you but didn't find you at all. i had to find you myself instead." you said, as if you read his mind. "besides, you didn't die and you didn't deserve what you went through."

he watched as you stood up from your seat. "i'll be taking my leave given that you look okay." you then snap your fingers, gesturing the nurse behind you to treat him. "take your time in healing. just come back to my office when you're okay enough to work."

before scaramouche could say anything, you already left the room, leaving him alone with the nurse.

although he felt flattered that you went around the nation to look for him, all he could think about was how you must've been disappointed that he's weak enough to be killed by a fatui agent.

now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace so please, please

the moment he was released from being hospitalized, he started to focus on being stronger - stronger enough to prevent himself from being pushed off on the cliff by a jealous agent, stronger enough to take down 20 agents in less than 5 minutes, stronger enough to protect you -

stronger enough to become a harbinger.

when you found out of scaramouche's new goal, he was surprised that you started helping him. teaching him how to defend himself without a vision.

"if there's one thing i can teach you about being a harbinger, it's better to have nothing to lose." you said to him one day as the both of you stroll around inazuma. "when being a harbinger, there has to be a lot of consequences that one must face. it's better to face them alone than to see someone you care for suffer because of the consequences you caused."

he felt your cold hand as he brushed his fingers against yours when passing documents to you.

"i see..." he said in understanding.

"kill my curiosity but do you not have someone who you consider as your loved one?" you asked, raising your eyebrow in confusion.

scaramouche pauses from your question. indeed he does not have one other than you- but he knows he couldn't say it's you. why would he? he's aware that you'll never look at him the same way he does to you.

you'll never love him.

"i don't, my lord/lady."

and it hurts to know.

could you find a way to let me down slowly? a little sympathy, I hope you can show me

he wonders what would happen to you and him when he becomes a harbinger.

"oh? you're planning on becoming an official harbinger once we get back?" you asked, looking at scaramouche as though he has two heads. you cackled in amusement and comment, "hah! good luck with that, i'd like to see you try."

you took note of how he's oddly silent. "you're being weird lately, what's gotten into you?" you ask.

"forgive me but may i ask.. what will happen to us when the day comes, my lord/lady?" he asks, hesitant laced in his tone.

you furrowed your eyebrows. "the day when you're a harbinger?" he nods in response, looking away from your gaze with a sigh. "i was wondering if... if we could still be together-"

suddenly he felt your cold fingers cupping his cheeks and turns him around to your direction.

he could taste the sweetness of your lips when you kissed him.

it was a short kiss, but he felt like he's on top of the world. is this a dream? please don't wake him up from this dream.

you then wipe your mouth, chuckling at his astounded reaction. "that," you breathed out. "is what will happen to you and i when you become a harbinger."

he felt his heart beating so fast, watching as you look at one of the most dangerous areas of inazuma. "this shall be your last mission, scaramouche."

if you wanna go then i'll be so lonely if you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

he thought he finally has what he wanted.

"why?" he breathed out, staring at you with wide eyes as though you did something bad. "why did you do it?"

you shakily look up at him, trying to ignore the overwhelming exhaustion from your body. you overestimated yourself in using your foul legacy but you didn't care, all that was in your thoughts was making sure scaramouche isn't in danger.

you will not let the only person who doesn't hate you die.

"i had to." you said weakly. "go, leave this nation. report to the tsaritsa of my passing and take my position."

he shook his head, kneeling beside you. "i refuse to leave you, my lord/lady."

you chuckle lightly. "idiot. the agents will take my body back to snezhnaya, of course you won't leave me." you then look down at your vision, watching its light flickering.

"take my vision with you too."

he felt a part of his soul disappear as the light of your eyes fades away, leaving nothing but your fatigued corpse on his arms.

from that day, he stopped shedding tears.

let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

he stares at your.. his vision.

as soon as he was announced as the new 6th harbinger of the fatui, your vision glowed under his palm, showing a familiar color of purple.

was this the electro archon's way of mocking him for what happened?

he grits his teeth. out of all the times he could've earned his vision, it had to be weeks after suffering the things he endured to have this position,

and it had to be in the vision you once used before you pass.

"i'll live on for your legacy, my lord/lady." scaramouche mumbled to himself, staring down at your hat on his desk. not only did the tsaritsa appointed him as the 6th harbinger but she also assigned everything you own as his. your title, your office, your unit, everything you once owned was now his.

it was clear to him that he's no longer the weak scaramouche that always follows the balladeer's footsteps. he's now the vengeful balladeer that yearns for the screams of his victims in inazuma, living in your name.

he’s now devoted to the tsaritsa, unknown to her majesty that it was all an act just because you taught him so.

he treats his subordinates the way you treat them, making everyone being weirded out by how he's so much like you. although he despises the gossip that runs through the organization, he really can’t deny that he does act like you,

he has nothing to lose after all.

if you wanna go then i'll be so lonely if you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

[twinkleimagines]

Hiii drew smut where they meet from Madison and have been talking and then the cast plus y/n go out clubbing and they confess there feelings / also can drew be rough.

*Keep it on the low*

Warning: smut and language.

I got carried away with this one so I hope you guys like.

“ I just feel like we never see each other anymore “ you spoke over the phone Bailey.

“ I know” she whined out. “ listen we’ll fly you out this weekend so we can hang and you can meet my friends okay? You’re going to love them “ she insisted.

“ okay” you agreed, the feeling of excitement rushing through you. Madison was your best friend since middle school and it had been a touch transition since she began filming her new tv show, Outer Banks. Of course you talked on the phone but it wasn’t the same, and you missed her truly.

You had almost became envious of her new cast mates because they were daily posting videos and pictures with each other and it made you miss her more than ever .

You quickly went back to your bedroom, packing a suit case- the weekend couldn’t come any faster .

****

“ I’m walking down the escalator now” you spoke as you sat on the phone with Madison trying to find your way to her.

“ okay - wait I think I see you” she spoke out.

“ y/n!” You heard someone yell from in front of you. You lifted your head only to see Madison standing at the bottom of the escalator, her hand waving at 90 miles per hour.

“ Maddy!” You yelled before jogging your way down the already moving steps.

“ oh my gosh!” You yelled out as you both wrapped each other in a tight hug.

“ I’m gonna cry “ she spoke as she squeezed her arms around your shoulders.

“ ugh I know I’ve missed you so much” you poured .

“ c’mon we’ve only got the weekend and I have soooo much to show you” she insisted, tugging on your arm .

****

The ride to Madison’s hotel that she was staying it a was a bit of a drive from the apartment. She was staying pretty close to the beach and Charleston was probably one of the most beautiful cities you had ever laid your eyes on.

Madison had updated you on a lot, including a new girl she was talking to as well as her new friends and their characters on the show.

“ this Rafe guy sounds like a dick” you joked.

“ yeah but you’ll love Drew he’s literally polar opposite than his character . “

******

"Ahhh she's back!" a blonde headed boy beamed, running over towards your friend, ingulfing her in a hug.

"Rudy this is Y/n" She said with a wide smile, pulling you over.

"Hi" You beamed holding your hand out but Rudy instead pulled you into a hug.

"So glad you finally made it. Maddie over here wouldn't shut up about how much she missed you" He joked.

"Awe Maddie " You said with a sympathetic pout.

"Shut up" She laughed while rolling her eyes before pulling you further into the hotel.

"Guys" She spoke out loudly to a group of people sitting on her couch causing all of their eyes to advert towards you. " This is Y/n" She announced pulling you up next to her.

You awkwardly waved, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as she practically put the spot light onto you.

"I'm Chase" One guy said leaning over the couch, holding his hand out.

"I'm Madelyn " The blonde girl next to him said standing up, walking over towards you. " it's nice to meet you" she beamed, pulling you into a hug.

'Okay so everyone is big into hugs,' you thought. You smiled widely at her before you looked over at another one walking towards you.

"I'm Jonathan Daviss, but you can call me JD" He spoke. you nodded excitedly.

"That's a cool nickname" you beamed, causing a smile to form on his face. You then looked over towards the last face on the couch.

Woah.

Now this man- he almost took your breath away. He stood up, his tall figure stretching high towards the ceiling.

"Hi, i'm Drew" He spoke, his voice the perfect tone, almost sounded like music to your ears. He had these sky blue eyes, perfectly pink lips, a little bit of fuzz on his jaw from being recently shaved, and brown hair draped over the sides of his forehead, parting perfectly down the middle. Your heart began to pound as he reached his hand out for you to shake. You hadn't realized you were staring until Madison nudged you with her elbow, bringing you out of your trance.

"Oh uhm yeah- i mean hi I'm y/n" You stuttered embarrassingly. He smiled a bright smile, his white teeth shining perfectly on his perfectly aligned face.

You sighed deeply. You never believed in love at first sight until now. How perfect this stranger was to you. If it weren't for you not wanting to humiliate yourself even more than you already were, you would've continued looking at him with admiration, but instead you turned your head to look at Maddie, trying to not to creep the poor guy out.

"okay guys I'm starving" Chase spoke up as the room filled with silence. "who wants to go eat?" He asked throwing his hands up. You grinned , already loving everyone's bubbly personality.

You sat your bag down onto the ground before tucking your hair behind your ear, watching as everyone began to make their way out the door.

"After you" Drew said, you and him being the last ones left in the room.

"Thanks" you said softly, walking out in front of him as he held the door open for you.

Who would've known that this would only the beginning of a very special relationship.

********

"Drew" You spoke out before his lips placed onto yours once again, his hand placed firmly on your thigh as your were tangled in his hair.

"Hmm" He hummed against your lips, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

"We should tell them" You breathed out in between kisses.

"Mmm" he mumbled, his eyes closed as his lips trailed down your jaw towards your neck.

"I'm serious Drew I don't want to hide you anymore" You responded pulling away from him.

He stopped his movements, making eye contact with you.

"You sure?" He asked.

You and Drew had instantly hit it off that first weekend Madison brought you over.

It had happened the first night you had stayed the night. Everyone had fallen asleep and you and Drew stayed up for hours on hours endlessly talking about anything and everything. The sparks were flying. You were so engaged in every word that came out of his mouth, his sentences sounding like lullabies to your ears.

Before you had left you both had exchanged numbers and before you could even make it to the airport you were both texting each other. Throughout the first week you both spent every night on the phone until one had fallen asleep. It had almost became addictive the way he made you feel.

Neither of you spoke of your friendship to anyone though. Mainly wanting to take things slow but you also didn't want to upset anyone or cause any issues between Drew and Madison. He assured you it wouldn't upset anyone or cause issues but at the same time he wanted to respect your wishes and keep things a secret.

You both had been virtually seeing each other for three weeks before he flew you out for a weekend, just the two of you. You had stayed with him the whole weekend, movie nights and a lot of sex.

This week though you were invited by the whole group, and right now you were hidden off in Drew's hotel hiding from the group with Drew laid on top of you, the both of you shirtless.

"We can tell them tonight okay, i just want to enjoy the time we have together right now" He insisted. You simply nodded before leaning your head forward before placing your lips against his once again.

Drew sat up, smirking at you as he tugged on your jeans, pulling them down your thighs, exposing your pink laced panties that complimented your skin so well.

"So beautiful" Drew mumbled as his hands massaged against your thighs before reaching up towards your panties pulling them down as well. He reached over to the nightstand grabbing the condom on the top before pushing his own pants down, exposing his hardened pink shaft, the veins popping out the side.

You stared in admiration at the size as he placed the rubber over him.

"Flip over" he instructed. You quickly obliged, your face in his pillow. He tucked his arm under your waist, pulling your hips bag some to wear your bottom was pointed upwards.

You gasped loudly as you felt his tip insert into you, stretching your walls around him.

"fuck" you moaned out as he pushed into you, his hips pressed against your cheeks before he pulled back out, letting your own juices help lubricate him before he pushed back in at a faster speed.

"Fuck you're tight" Drew groaned out as he slowly pulled himself of you again, leaving just the tip in. You looked over your shoulder, smirking up at him as he looked down at you, his Adams apple poking out. Drew sighed heavily , closing his eyes for a brief second almost coming undone right then and there just from the sight of you.

He finally regained his composer, looking back down at you before pressing his hand onto the back of your head pushing your face further into the pillow before he began moving his hips once again, this time at a much faster pace.

"God Drew" you cried out as he hit your spot with each thrust, your hands balling in a fist around his sheets as you struggled to breath, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You arched your back further against Drew, giving him more access to go deeper into you, your hips moving causing your walls to tighten around him.

"Fuck" He breathed out, lowing his head some as we watched himself sliding in and out of you, his abs flexing with each thrust.

"Oh yes daddy yes "You moaned out, reaching behind you, grabbing hold of his hand that was placed on your bottom.

"You like that baby?" He asked before placing a firm smack against your left cheek. You hissed out , biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes focused on his body jerking forward over and over again, every inch of his body flexing as he moved himself in and out of you.

Since that first weekend you and Drew had spent together alone, he had learned more and more ways to work your body, especially when he realized you enjoyed it rough like him.

"Pull my hair baby" you pleaded, attempting to tug on his hand that had a firm grip on your hip while your body continued rocking back and forth.

Drew quickly obliged, reaching up to grab a hand full of your hair, pulling you back towards him, your back arched to where your arms stretched out, your hands placed against his pillows.

"God yes" You winced out, a slight stinging as he had a tight grip on your hair.

"Fuck princess" he groaned feeling his climax beginning to build. His thrusts began to speed up, your tits bouncing in the air as he continued to pound into you. You leaned up some, arm wrapping around his neck . You both began to lower, you practically sitting in his lap as he leaned back, propped up on one arm as the other had his hand wrapped against your throat. His thrusts were now at a steady but rough pace, slamming up against you as he placed sloppy kisses alongside your shoulder.

"God" He groaned out as his thrusts slowed down, turning more into grinds as his cock pulsed inside you, his warm load filling the condom. You begin rocking your hips back and forth along him riding your own high out, moaning his name out loudly as your toes curled, your climax euphoric. You climbed off of Drew, flopping your body down onto the his bed, breathing heavily as you ran your hands through your hair.

"That was amazing" you breathed out. Drew nodded, himself out of breath as well.

"I'm gonna get a shower" He responded as he stood up, his member beginning to soften. "We gotta meet everyone in two hours. Wanna join?" He asked. You smiled up at him before nodding, grabbing ahold of his reached out hand.

*****

"Finally" Madison groaned as she saw you climbing out of the black SUV that escorted you to the night club you and the gang were linking up at .

"Sorry got caught up" you responded brushing the hair out of your face as the wind blew against it.

"I can see" she chuckled, her eyes focused on the round purple hickey on your collarbone. Your eyes widened, you had almost forgotten about it. You had saw the hickey as you did your make up and Drew's shower but had forgotten to cover it.

"Who were you with?" She asked out of curiosity but you only shook your head, pretending to be shy about your actions.

"ugh okay come on everyone else is inside" She responded. You nodded before tugging slightly on your black dress as it rode up your thighs. You had your hair down with white sneakers on, a simple butterfly necklace and a skin tight strapless dress on that barely that went down a few inches on your thighs.

The music was loud, everyone definitely lit as you both walked in. Your eyes roamed the club. It was definitely a party style. There a lot of people around dancing, and neon objects glowing in the black lights. Madison guided you to the corner booth your shared friends resided in, including Drew.

""You look so cute!" Madelyn beamed as she wrapped you in a tight hug.

"You too babes" You responded, well yelled as you placed your chin on her shoulder, only to see Drew standing behind her, his eyes focused on your body. He almost looked upset. Seeming how you were still on the low about your relationship you didn't confront him, but you did check him out from afar. He stood on the side next to JD black denim jeans with a white striped button up collared shirt, with his signature gold chain around his neck and a black watch on his wrist.

Despite just getting your back blown out by Drew, you had to leave before anyone came searching for you so you didn't get to see Drew dressed up, the last image you had of him was of him in a towel and his wet hair slicked back.

He was looking so good at this point you had to distance yourself from him before you made it obvious of your secret.

"Come dance" Madelyn pleaded tugging on your arm.

"I need to be drunk before i get onto the dance floor" You joked. Madelyn though took you serious and walked over to the bar, ordering at least two shots for everyone since you were each going to be getting an Uber back to the hotels.

"Okay drink up" She responded holding both yours and her shot in the air. You quickly glanced over towards your secret boyfriend who was watching you intensely before you tossed your head back opening your throat, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat.

"phew" you said, a shiver following shortly after.

"Okay, One more " Madelyn insisted. You didn't plan to get shit faced of course , but you were definitely interested in a good time so you obliged, repeating the same action again, this time the liquids going down a bit easier. You both stood for a second in silence before she shook her head.

"I think one more with do us justice " She grinned. You chuckled, already feeling a slight buzz coming as the alcohol spread through your blood stream.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" You heard someone mumble from behind you. You looked over to see Drew standing behind you. You furrowed your brows together. How the hell did he get over there so fast?

"Don't " you mumbled before looking down at the table trying to avoid his gaze. "You're making it obvious" You responded before taking a step away, turning your back towards him.

Unfortunately you didn't notice how much those words actually upset Drew. IT had almost felt like he was an embarrassment to you with how much effort you put in to hiding him so he walked away, finding his way back next to JD.

"You okay man?" JD asked as he saw the obvious frown on Drew's face.

"Yeah man" He mumbled as he looked across the both of them, watching you quickly gulp away yet another shot of alcohol, bursting into laughter shortly after with Madelyn. He shook his head in disappointment. Of course he wanted you to have fun but he just didn't want you to get so waisted you end up doing something you regret and him not being able to help you since you didn't want him to show his affection towards you in front of everyone.

"Want a shot?" Drew asked glancing over at JD who also looked not too amused at the moment with the environment and in need of some lighting up. They both watched you and Madelyn make your way to the dance floor, merging in with the crowd as the quickly took their first shot, both of them sighing heavily as they attempted to mask the burning feeling.

You immediately began swaying your hips to the upbeat music, the alcohol coursing through your body, giving you an almost out of body type feeling, something you usually didn't get unless you were in bed with Drew.

You didn't intend to jump into the party that fast. after 2 songs Chase had came by with more shots, unaware to the previous t3 you both had taken but neither of you denied them, quickly throwing your head back, wiping the drips off your chin as you looked over at Drew who surprisingly paid you no attention. You dancing slowed down as you realized the group Drew was associating with.

You could see JD and Rudy with Drew which was not an issue. it was the 3 bimbos standing with them too, one in particular standing too close for your comfort towards Drew, her index finger twirling in a poorly curled strand of hair.

You rolled your eyes, jealously now running through you. It was obviously intensified from the alcohol but you wanted to drag him away from the girls and show those girls exactly who he belonged to but you knew you couldn't say anything considering you and him were a secret.

"Hi" You heard from behind you. It was a tall brunette guy, pretty stocky with what looked to be hazel eyes and curly brown hair. At least that what you guessed since the dance floor was only lit up from black lights above you.

"Hi" You said with a friendly smile before turning back around, a frown forming as you noticed Drew laughing at whatever the girl closest to him just said.

"You got a name?" The guy asked, dancing behind you. You turned your head, almost ready to tell him to piss off until you glanced over towards Drew who still had not even given you a glance.

"Y/n" You responded as you turned your body completely around, facing towards him.

You studied his face. He looked cute, or maybe that was just the alcohol clouding your judgment. To your drunken eyes, he favored Timothee Chalamet to you, which was some one who was a sight for sore eyes.

- but, never the less, he wasn't Drew.

The guy mentioned his name back to you but between the alcohol and the music , you didn't hear him clearly. You looked to your side to see Chase and Madelyn in their own little world so you shrugged your shoulders, turning back towards the tall boy.

"You come here with someone?" He asked as he took a step closer, his body swaying along with yours to the music. You glanced over your shoulder towards Drew, the same scenario playing as earlier . You rolled your eyes becoming agitated with Drew before you looked back forward trying not to be obvious.

"I thought i did but it's looking like they didn't come in with me" You said, your lips close to his ear as he leaned forward to hear you.

"Huh" He responded leaning back. "That's to bad. You're very beautiful" He responded. You grinned widely, enjoying the attention.

The song changed, turning to a slower song, a more sensual vibe to it. You turned around, swaying your hips up against the guy as his hand wrapped around your waist.

You usually wouldn't do this, but between the alcohol and your jealousy towards Drew, you were enjoying every second of it in hopes Drew would catch on and realize what he was losing.

And surprisingly , that's exactly what happened.

Drew tried to play things your way. He tried to pretend that there was nothing going on between the two of you. He even gave other women attention to make it believable but it was all fake smiles and laughs when really all he wanted was to hold you. He did try his best though, that is until he looked up to check on you only to see your body being held by another guy, your ass pressed against the guys crotch as he practically dry humped you from behind.

Now Drew didn't drink as much as you did, but he did have 1 to 2 shots , enough to help spark a fire inside of him, rage flowing through his veins. Drew didn't hesitate to make his way over to you, his mind only focused on removing the guy from his girl.

"Y/n what the fuck" He spat out as he tugged on your hand, trying to remove you from him. Your eyes widened, guilt instantly flowing through you. You didn't mean for any of this to happen and seeing Drew standing in front of you fuming, you couldn't help but to feel embarrassed by your actions.

"Man back off alright she's just having a good time" The guy said with a cocky smirk plastered across his face.

"Fuck off " Drew scolded before looking back at you, completely brushing the guy off.

"This is really how you want to sell it ?" He said, his voice louder than normal because of the music, but those surrounding him including Chase and Madelyn hearing.

"Oh go fuck yourself Drew" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You began to march off of the dance floor, making your way towards the table you were previously at, leaving the stranger stranded.

"REal mature Y/n" He responded following closely behind you. The rest of the group followed behind, beyond confused as to why the two of you would even be arguing like this.

"Oh but you weren't doing the same thing over here with the chick ? Laughing at every little thing she said" You spat out.

He threw his hands up.

"Y/n i was trying to play your little game of secrets" He argued back.

"Wait what secrets?" Madison spat out. The both of you stared at each other, unsure who was going or not going to spill the truth.

"No point in hiding it anymore Y/n" Drew argued. You furrowed your brows in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest as Drew spoke. Which he was absolutely right which upset you anymore.

"Somebody better start talking in point two second or -"

"We're dating" you interrupted, looking over towards Madison.

Everyone's jaw dropped except for JD's, his response was jut of him shaking his head.

"What!?" Madison yelled out in shock.

"Like talking?" She asked, looking between the two of you. " Or like, dating dating?"

"More like dating dating" Rudy butted in, pushing his index finger into a circle he made with his other hand, indicating intercourse.

You quickly placed your head in your hand with embarrassment.

"No fucking way" Chase responded, a wide grin on his face.

"Bro why didn't you tell me?" Chase yelled out placing his hand on Drew's shoulder.

"We didn't want anyone mad at us or like, i don't know it ruin this friendship we all have" You responded, lowering your head in disappointment.

"Y/n are you delusional? Why would that make any of us mad ?" Madison replied with a wide grin on his face.

"You guys, i called it" JD finally spoke, a cocky smirk across his face.

"Whaattt? " you responded looking over at him with confusion.

"You guys have been clung to each other since you first met. I'm not stupid" He laughed. You shook your head, a grin forming on your face.

"Okay the cats out of the bag so you guys don't have to continue pretending okay? " Madelyn responded. "Can we please get back to dancing?" She pleaded. They all nodded before the group once again went their separate ways, leaving you and Drew alone at the table.

"I'm sorry" You responded stepping closer towards him, placing your hand on his.

"ME too" He responded looking down at you.

"I kind of want to get out of here, yanno" You said with a smirk on your face. He grinned back, nodding his head.

"agreed".

*****

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Wish 2 | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: Five storms out to time travel after an argument with his wife and comes back to an unexpected surprise.

A/N: Five time travels at 26 instead of 13

The shock that settled on Malachi’s face could’ve been recognizable from miles away. His Aunts and Uncles were right; he did look like his father. It astounded him. He wanted to be angry. This man had left him for almost his entire life. He was nearly eighteen and would be in November. So why did he show up now?

More importantly, why did he leave Y/n?

“ Why did you leave? “ Malachi’s voice was quiet, and Five swallowed, “ I- I didn’t know she- “

He interrupted before Five could continue, “ I don’t care that you left me. I stopped caring a long time ago. “ Malachi stated, “ I want to know why you left mom. “

“ I didn’t know that I would be gone for seventeen years your time. “ Five informed softly, “ I ended up at the Academy and immediately came here. “

“ That is no excuse! You left her when she needed you! “ The boy was desperate for his father to understand, “ How am I supposed to trust you? To love you after you left the one person you swore to love? “

“ I don’t expect you to trust me immediately, and I don’t expect you to be understanding of my actions. “ Five was almost too calm, “ Understand your actions?! Are you insane? “ Malachi retorted, irritated.

“ You left for seventeen years to prove a point! That’s extraordinarily too far-fetched. You risked never being able to see mom again because of your stupid pride! “ The boy yelled, standing in front of his mother protectively, “ Malachi, please. “ Y/n pleaded.

Tears filled her son's eyes, “ No! Mom, you deserve better than this. “

“ She does, and I’m aware of it. “ Five informed, and Malachi turned to glare at him, “ I’m not ashamed to say that she does deserve better. But you need to know– whether you believe me or not, I didn’t break all of my promises. “

Y/n and Malachi stared curiously, “ One of my wedding vows was ‘No matter what happens, no matter what we go through, I’ll always find my way back to you’. I may have broken most of my vows, and I can’t express the amount of pain I went through knowing I did, but I didn’t break all of them. “

“ I spent forty-five years alone in the future. It isn’t what you think it is either. But I spent every second of those forty-five years trying to get back here to your mom, to my wife. “ Five explained, “ I didn’t know she was pregnant. Perhaps I would’ve stayed. We won’t know now. What’s done is done, and all I can do now is try to earn your trust. “

Malachi didn’t stand down. His glare was harsh, and his eyes turned a shade darker. It was almost scary to see how protective he was. But maybe it made sense because that’s how Five always was. He always held his ground and protected what he loved. But that didn’t heal the breaking in his heart when his own son was being this aggressive towards him. Would it be cowardly to say he was afraid of a seventeen-year-old boy even after being an assassin for nearly five years? Probably.

“ Why did you show up now? “ Malachi’s voice was hurt now, no longer aggressive, “ A doomsday is upcoming. I had no idea when I’d come back or when I’d be back. “ Five answered.

The man swallowed before speaking again, “ How- How old are you? “

“ Seventeen. I’m about to go into my senior year of high school. “ Malachi replied reluctantly, “ He’ll be graduating with honors and as Valedictorian of his class. “ Y/n added.

Five chuckled, “ Glad to know you inherited my smarts. Y/n is hopeless. “

“ You asshole. “ She retorted playfully, and Five smiled, “ You- You really want him back in our lives? “ Malachi questioned to his mother.

She nodded, “ Yes. “

Five stood up from the chair at the island and made his way to them. He kept his distance from them, leaving three feet between them. It was better for Malachi to come to him than the other way around. His back was leaning against the island counter while his son pondered his decisions.

“ Malachi, it’s your decision too. If you don’t want to associate with him, that’s okay. “ Y/n stated comfortably, looking at her son's teary eyes, “ I would like for you two to have the bond you always wished for. But you’re grown up now. This is your choice. “

He sniffled, “ I- I’ve heard stories about you. “ Malachi informed, and Five chuckled bitterly, “ I’m sure you have. “

“ They weren’t all that great. “ The boy added, “ Uncle Diego wasn’t fond of you. Aunt Vanya talks about you a lot. She said that you were always nice to her. “

“ She said that you weren’t nice to anyone else. “ Malachi informed, and Five stared at him curiously, “ Uncle Diego said you were an asshole and prideful. “

Five had a feeling this wasn’t going to work in his favor. His own son was feeling the same way as his siblings had. Admittedly Five wanted that bond too. He wanted to create a bond with his son despite all his faults. He wanted to be there for him now that he was here. Five wanted to prove himself.

“ I wished for years that you’d show up. Every birthday, every Christmas, every thanksgiving, everything. I prayed and wished upon every shooting star that you’d come home. “ Malachi chuckled bitterly, “ But now that you’re here, I’m not sure that was the right decision. “

His father didn’t get a chance to respond before Malachi walked toward the door, grabbing his car keys and leaving. The door shut normally despite the amount of anger and sadness residing in the boy's body. He wouldn’t be another version of his father. He just needed to calm down. Five stared at the ceiling to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks.

Gently Y/n turned his head down to look at her despite him being taller. Her sleeves covered her palms, and she wiped away the tears. Her sleeves were turning darker from the water. Eventually, Five couldn’t take it anymore. His body shook, and he pulled her into his embrace, sobbing on her shoulder. He held the back of her shirt tighter than ever.

“ I’m- I'm so sorry, love. “ Five cried onto her shoulder, “ Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t know. “ Her voice was calm and steady.

Her fingers ran through his brunet hair, “ Who helped you through it? “ His voice was so gentle and hesitant as his head laid on her shoulder, “ Diego was a great help. “

Five sniffled, holding her closer, “ When did you find out? “

“ A week before you left. I didn’t know when to say it. I was nervous and scared at how you’d react. It turns out I waited too long. “ Y/n chuckled humorlessly.

The man pulled from her embrace to cup her cheeks and gently kiss her lips. The gesture he had missed for forty-five years. At that moment, he felt like they had just gotten married all over again. The softness and gentleness of the kiss made him feel like nothing ever happened between them. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“ I’m sorry. Truly I am. I didn’t know, but even if you had told me then, I don’t think I would’ve listened. “ Five admitted, and she nodded, “ I know. “

A silence cut through the apartment like a spider creeping up a web, quick, careful and skilled, “ Do- Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? “

Y/n shrugged, “ Maybe. “

[winged-deity]

I really wanted to make a request for part two of the reader children learning to curse with bad, but if the requests are not open just ignore this ask

Thank you so much for the request, and apologies for the wait.

Parental DSMP!members reacting to child reader swearing

Heard it from uncle Bad pt. 2

warnings: !swearing!, !mention of blood!, !slight mention of injury!, !brief mention of cults!, !implied emotional manipulation!, !mention of death!

Georgenotfound

You and George were walking around kinoko kingdom, it had recently become a daily activity for you two to take a stroll together.

The afternoon stroll was a good excuse for you to be able to drag your father from his ridiculously long naps, that seemed to last centuries.

You were pulling him along, as you pointed at different buildings and questioning their use in the kingdom.

As you neared the edge if the nearby forest, you were startled and stumbled back by a fox.

You had at that point let go of your Dads hand, and as you fell on your butt on the stone path, you let out a shrieked "fuck!" which woke your drowzy father up, to say the least.

George was quickly by your side and helping you up, but immediately after making sure you weren't hurt his eyes narrowed "who taught you that word?" he looked down at you with that disappointed parent stare.

Though you didn't even know the meaning behind the curse word you just shouted, so your fathers sudden anger confused you as you tilted your head "Uncle bad?" you mumbled back with an unsure look.

George was throughly taken aback by your response as he picked you up "are you sure?" he lifted his brow, doubting his child's words.

Which to you responded "yeah? I heard him say it when he got hurt while we were on a walk" he blinked quietly for a moment, before bursting to laughter while you stared back, confused.

George thought this was absolutely hilarious so he decided to not confront Bad about it, though he did give you a short lecture and why you shouldn't repeat words you didnt know.

Wilbur Soot

-L'manbur

You were playing around with your twin brother Fundy, you two had started a rather violent game of tag and at some point Fundy had thrown a rock at you which caused you to yell out at him "Fundy you bitch!"

Fundy didnt know the meaning of the word, but seemed offended nonetheless. You were left rubbing your quickly bruising eye, as your twin ran over to tell your father what happened.

Quickly, Wilbur had ran over and looked you sternly in the eyes "did Tommy teach you that?" you were about to correct him, when you suddenly thought how much funnier it would've been to get Tommy in trouble.

You pulled your twin aside as you two watched your father march over to Tommy, you had snickered evily while you told Fundy the truth about the situation. Which you both found hilarious.

-Vilbur/Villainbur (pogtopia)

You were unsurprisingly dragged to pogtopia with your father when he and Tommy were exiled by your new president Jschlatt.

Even during your fathers insanity, he did care about you enough to bring you along (what a shame for Fundy who was left with Schlatt without a second thought)

You were sitting in the eerie and disgusting ravine, sharpening the sword Tommy had given you incase you were ever attacked.

While deep in thought, you had accidentally cut your hand on the blade, which caused you to let out a string of curses.

Your father wasn't far and heard this immediately, stomping over and grabbing your wrist "who the fuck taught you to talk like that? Think of what your mother would say!"

You pulled away from him in no-time, walking away from him to clean up your aggressively bleeding palm "think about it genius" you had joked back at him sarcastically, as he snarled in your direction.

-Ghostbur

You were under enough pressure after losing your father, especially infront of your own eyes and by the hands of your own grandpa. Now your supposed to move on, while also seeing his ghostly apparition floating around like he didnt blow up the place you grew up in?

You were seated next to your fathers..real fathers grave in L'manburg, or what was left of it as of now. You liked spending your days there, thinking about him when he was actually a good parent, and leader.

You were quickly startled into reality when an all too familiar ghostly figure floated infront of you, Wil-- no, Ghostbur had a huge smile on his face as he looked at you.

He quickly sat down next to you "your my other kid!" he exclaimed loudly, which in response to you hissed "fucking hell..can't you see im kind of busy?.."

This caused the ghost to let out a comically loud gasp as he grabbed your hands "hey! Alivebur wasn't the best person, but he must have taught you better than to curse!"

The ghosts surprisingly warm hands, wrapped around yours, brought you a sense of comfort as you finally broke down.

Everything that had happened in the last few months, it was just too much. And you were pleasantly suprised to feel the ghost of your father wrap his arms around you in a comforting matter.

-Revivebur

You had missed your father for sure, but upon meeting his now revived form. You quickly recognized that the feeling wasn't mutual.

The man you once loved and called your father, payed no attention to you as you were stood my Phil's side.

His overly excited attitude, and huge smile while he chattered away seriously pissed you off "you're a shit father." you had growled out at him, which seemed to finally get his attention.

His smile quickly faded, "now now, my dear child, my dear y/n. Who taught you such language" his sudden act of affection angered you even further.

"oh- the fucking egg cultists did, cause while you decided to leave me and Fundy and just die, someone had to take care of us" you had already turned, and started walking away before he even had the chance to respond.

For some reason, people seemed to like the first part. So if you'd like a 3rd part to this, I will happily write it.

Request what characters i should do for the next part.

-Deity🕊️

[xoxo-teddybear]

He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 1

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings - Angst, Physical Harm, Cursing, accused Cheating, Katsuki’s insecurities

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my first writing piece but this has been stuck in my mind since v-day is coming up so I had to get it out. Plz enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Y/N is so busy around Valentine’s, her lack of attention towards her Pomeranian is causing him to freak out and do the worst of the worst

Love is in the air! The birds are singing, The breeze is blowing, the setting sun is shining, and the explosive teen is.....well, bruting.

Can you blame him though? Y/N’s been a little distant ever since February started. Even right now, instead of enjoying their time together in a quiet park, she’s staring down at her phone doing who knows what.

Why? Was he not good enough? Has she gotten tired of him? They’ve only been together for a little over a year. Is she talking to someon- no. Katsuki stopped himself from thinking like that. There’s no way his precious teddy bear would ever do that. Not only that, he was the best there is. Why would she even try to go?

“You dumbass. You’re missing this.” Bakugou sighed. “Huh? What? Missing what?” Y/N looked around looking for whatever “this” was until Bakugou grabbed her chin to force her to look him in the eyes. “THIS DUMBASS! US! You’re so focused on that dumb phone. Jeez, can’t a guy just get his girl’s attention.” Bakugou said dramatically.

It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t giving him attention, it’s that it wasn’t the same. Yea she right there snuggled into his arm. And yea she was petting his hair just the way he liked. And YES, she was peppering his face with kisses from time to time. But it all felt off? Like only half her energy was put into the love and affection.

“Suki, aren’t u being a little dramatic. I’m right here with you baby. I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. Come here dummy.” And as Y/N pulls Bakugou in for a tighter hug all he can do is release a “hmph” while falling into it...until her phone went (ding!) once again. And she went to check it. Once again.

Bakugou was getting tired so he got up and suggested they’d head back to UA. Y/N only got up and began to walk beside him, hand in hand, while still checking her phone time to time. And Bakugou was getting sick of it

*Wtf is she doing on that piece of junk? What could be so important she would half ass our entire evening together? .....Could she possibly be talking to someone else?............no.* Bakugou let those negative thoughts die down as they continued their journey back.

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A few days later

“COME ON!!” Bakugou screamed as he realeased a blast towards Kirishima. When Bakugou invited him to train, The red head initially thought it was to ...you know..TRAIN. But after some time, the blonde’s best friend began to see the bigger picture.

“Dude. What’s up with you man? We always go full on during training, but it’s not even like you’re trying to hit me. It feels like you’re just taking your anger out on me.” Kirishima said.

“Congrats on noticing shitty hair, I’m glad somebody’s noticing my damn mood.” Weirded out by his friend’s unusual openness, the red head continued to ask.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“But you just-“

“NOPE!”

Bakugou exclaimed as he began to gather his stuff to leave the training area. “BAKUGOU!” Kiri shouted. “WHAT!” “.......it’s Y/N isn’t it?”

Upon hearing that, the blonde turned to look at his best friend with this sad puppy dog look. And man, if Katsuki had doggy ears, everyone would see how low they’d go. His best friend didn’t need to see it though, he could tell those ears would be 6 ft under if they were actually there bc there’s nothing hiding Katsuki’s vulnerability when it comes to Y/N. As the two best friends go to sit on the bleachers, Bakugou takes a deep breath before saying his thoughts.

“I think Y/N is cheating on me.”

“................HUH???!!!!”

Kirishima went from “caring and considerate” to “WHATDIDHESAYYY” in seconds. Y/N L/N?? Cheating?? Ok. Y/N was one fiesty girl, and she definitely had sass, power, attitude, and a little mischief, but she also had kindness, compassion, consideration, and honesty flowing though her. Not to mention extreme loyalty. There’s no way.

“Look man, with all due respect, I think you’ve finally lost it.” The red head laughed. “I’m being serious shitty hair.” The blonde stated. “She’s been so distracted lately. She’s always with me but it’s like her mind is also somewhere else. And not to mention that damn phone she’s always on now. She can’t go 30 minutes without checking it at least twice. And not only that, when she does leave to do whatever, she’s gone for hours at a time! What’s a guy supposed to think with all of that?! I mean it’d make sense if she wanted to leave. I get it, I can get loud, and yell, and I get angry a lot but.. she knows I never mean it, right? I call her a dumbass like i do everyone else...ugh but she isn’t just everyone else, she’s my girlfriend and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.....SO WHY TF IS SHE CHEATIN-“ before the blonde could continue, his best friend cut him off.

“BAKUGOU” “WHAT??!!” “....talk to her.” Kirishima said. “What?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima continued. “Cheating is a real sensitive topic in a relationship. I don’t wanna give my opinion on something that could ruin something amazing. C’mon man, we both know Y/N isn’t like that but who am I to tell you what to do. I wanna help, I do, but I think it’s best if you go to her with all this. Honestly though, if you asked me, Y/N would be the last person I’d ever think of when it came to cheating on ANYTHING. Especially the guy she cares so much about.” And with that last sentence, Kirishima stood up from his spot and pat Bakugou on his shoulder before exiting.

With Bakugou left with nothing but his thoughts and Kirishima’s advice, he left and headed straight towards your room.

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“Shut up!” You excitingly screamed though the phone. “You really found the last part?”

“Yup, it only took about 6 different stores across the entire city.” Shinsou sarcastically replied. “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know and I appreciate it. Katsuki’s gonna love his gift!” You said.

With Valentine’s Day around the corner, you’ve been preparing only the best Valentine’s Day surprise for the best boyfriend in the world. You’ve been so busy planning your surprise that I guess you could say you haven’t been giving Katsuki the massive amount of attention he’s used to from you, but you can definitely say it’ll all be worth it when he sees one of his presents that you’ve been working on. A silencer for his gauntlet blasts that not only decreases the volume of his attacks, but also increases his attack power. You remember how Bakugou had vented about his attacks being too loud that they scare people, but when he tried to keep them quiet, the attack isn’t as powerful so saving can be quite difficult. He only spoke about it once, but you could see the look on his face whenever he was out using his quirk around civilians. So why not give him a device that’ll help with his loud little problem. Now were you a support class student who knew how to make support items? Hell no. But were you a loving girlfriend willing to give her man the best Valentine’s Day ever? Hell yeah.

The piece of gear would’ve been easier to make IF it weren’t for a pesky piece of the project getting destroyed by Shinsou after he made Denki electrocute himself while he was right next to your prototype on the table. So to make it up to you, Shinsou went all around town looking for the piece you needed to complete your support item for Katsuki. Finally, all pieces had come together.

“He better. That damn bastard doesn’t know how amazing his girlfriend is. Instead of ignoring his ass these past few weeks, you sent ME to get all this shit for you so you could keep your precious Pomeranian happy.” Shinsou said while rolling his baggy eyes.

As Bakugou approached the outside of your dorm room’s door, he heard your voice.

“You know, you’re so right. That Pomeranian is unaware of just exactly how amazing I am. I really could’ve left whenever but I stuck around.” You snorted. “Well I’m glad I had you with me through it all Shinsou.”

*Pomeranian? SHINSOU?!? Through IT ALL?!?!? YOU WERE WITH THAT PURPLE HAIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS MIND CONTROLLING FREAK?!?? AND YOU WERE WITH HIM THE ENTIRE TIME YOU’VE BEEN DATING BAKUGOU?!?*

Oh to say Katsuki was pissed was an understatement. He felt all these emotions hitting him all at once. Anger, Disgust, Pain, Betrayal. It all became too much for him before Katsuki ran away from your down with his bed down and silent tears hitting the floor. When he let himself fall to the floor in the privacy of his room he screamed into his hands. His first love, his first real relationship, his teddy bear betraying his love, loyalty, and trust for over an entire year. After hours of crying, Katsuki was able to pull himself into bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to shower even though he spent all that time in the gym with Kirishima. He just wanted to sleep to escape reality. As he looked at his phone, he saw 1 missed call from Y/N, and 1 text saying “Goodnight love💗💥!” Bakugou scoffed at the text. Figuring u must be texting Shinsou the same thing. As Bakugou placed his phone down, an evil thought came to mind. Ruin her.

Bakugou smirked to himself as he had this pyscho and sinister look on his face. He would ruin Y/N. They haven’t officially broken up yet, so he could hurt her just as she hurt him. And Bakugou wasn’t stupid or so he thought he’s aware Valentine’s is coming up, so why not break little Y/N L/N’s heart on a day dedicated to nothing but love and happiness. It’ll be the perfect revenge on a little satin like her. Bakugou finally turned on his side with an evil, satisfied smile, and fat tears in his eyes once more.

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The next morning, Katsuki got up with a broken heart, but he figured if he wanted his plan to work, he had to fake this smile. Getting up, getting ready, and getting dressed was business as usual, but meeting up with Y/N in the morning was now off the schedule. Instead of going into her room to check on her like he usually does, he just went straight to breakfast and straight to class without speaking to anyone.

With Class 1-A seated and Mr.Aizawa at the head of the classroom, the students can finally start their first lesson of the day. Until, the door slid wide open. There stood an exhausted and quite frankly dishelved Y/N. “My apologies sensei. I was up late last night and overslept. Please forgive me.” Y/N said as she bowed her head in sorry. “Just take your seat L/N.” The tired eye teacher said.

As Y/N walked to her desk, she noticed Bakugou wouldn’t even glance her way. She was a little thrown off since it would be normal for him to at least give her a judgemental look for sleeping in, but no. Nothing.

Bakugou on the other hand was writhing in agony. Oh how he wanted to check on Y/N and make sure everything was fine, but that voice in the back of his head couldn’t help but tell him to ignore her since she’s a cheater. She may have been the girl he’s loved dearest, but she was also the one causing his heart to shatter.

After a few classes, Y/N tried to approach Bakugou several times, but each time he brushed her off. And when the bell finally rang for lunch, you can bet Katsuki was the first one out the door. Y/N followed him of course, in worry and concern.

“Babe! Baby! Katsuuu!!! KATSUKII!” Y/N whined for her boyfriend to at least look at her but once again. Nothing. Bakugou wanted to hug her and hold her tight but he couldn’t. Not after what she’s done. Right before Bakugou entered the cafeteria, Y/N pulled him aside and held onto his wrists.

“Baby? Hey, what’s up with you? I’ve been calling your name and trying to talk to you but you keep brushing me off. You also didn’t stop by this morning. Is something wrong, love?” Y/N was hoping for something. ANYTHING at this point. And it was like the gods heard her prayer because she definitely got....something. “My bad.” The blonde haired boy dryly replied. “....Oh, um, ok suki.” The poor girl just thought her dear boyfriend was having a bad day, so she just left it alone and let him go. But still, even on his worse days he would at least visit her in the mornings. As they sat down with the bakusquad, the entire table noticed how Bakugou sat up and moved across from Y/N after she chose to sit next to him like usual. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Kirishima could already feel what had gone down. He at least knew his bro didn’t talk to his girl. Not manly at all.

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Valentine’s Day

During lunch, Kirishima has finally decided to speak to Bakugou about this whole thing. He hasn’t been getting any updates since their time in the gym, so when it was just him and his best friend having lunch together, he went for it.

“Man what the hell is going on with you and Y/N? I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding her like crazy,” Kirishima said while stuffing his face, nervous about the answer. “I was right all along.” The blonde sadly spoke. “She’s been cheating on me since the start of our entire relationship. And with that baggy eyed freak from 1-B.”

Kirishima couldnt believe what he was hearing. He almost choked on his food. Y/N was actually cheating. I guess people don’t know people as well as he thought. “.....wow...I’m sorry man.” The red haired friend said. He was at a lost for words and didn’t know what else to say. *sigh* “don’t be. It all goes down tonight.” Bakugou said with a sad smile. “What do you mean?” His friend asked. The blonde looked at him right in his red eyes. “I’m breaking her heart tonight, on the one day of the year dedicated to love.”

Meanwhile

Instead of going to lunch, Y/N spent her time finishing up Katsuki’s surprise in his room. Yeah, he’s been having a bad past few days so why not bring him a smile with these amazing gifts on the day of love. Although Y/N didn’t really feel the love today (due to Katsuki again being so distant and ignoring her “good morning blasty💥💗!” And “Happy Valentine’s Day my love♥️!” Texts) she was determined to make sure Katsuki knew just exactly how much she loved him. She was almost done setting up in his room. Rose petals on the bed, Candles everywhere, 4 different gifts including his new support item made by you, his favorite meal is going to be set here on his table, and you and him together spending every loving second with each other. Y/N didn’t realize that because of her setup, she missed the entire rest of the day. “Meh, so worth it when I see the look on Suki’s face.” Tonight is going to be perfect.....or so you thought.

You didn’t expect to find Katsuki in your room, sitting on the edge of you bed waiting for you with his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped.

*maybe he has a surprise for me....? Yea that has to be it!* Y/N happily thought as she closed the door.

“Suki!! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Y/N said with all the love in her heart as she ran and jumped on the boy for a hug. But Bakugou didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. He just glanced back up at her, giving her this cold stare. Y/N was too busy professing her undying love for her boyfriend to even notice his scary silence. “Suki I’m really glad it’s you who I have in my life,” the love sicken girl bashfully spoke while looking at the ground. “You make me so happy and I feel so blessed being able to spend my life with you in it. I really hope you know just how much I care and lov-“ Bakugou couldn’t listen to this bullshit anymore. He pushed Y/N off of him just before she could say those 3 words that would get him to break.

“Hey! Suki? Why would you do that?!” Y/N exclaimed while standing back up. “I hate you.” The blonde spoke coldly. As those words left his mouth, Y/N heart and world were falling apart. Her eyes went wide open and her jaw slightly dropped. As she was about to say something else, Katsuki cut her off with “I’m breaking up with your dumbass. Right here. Right now!” Bakugou yelled. Y/N was in shock. She felt hurt, pain, she was just feeling so broken.

As tears filled her eyes, she asked “w-why?” as she tried to reach out to him. “Why? WHY?!” Bakugou screamed as he stood up above her slapping her hand away. “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHY, Y/N. YOU’RE A FUCKING CHEATER, THATS WHY!” The blonde yelled in her face. Y/N couldn’t believe it. He thought she was cheating? Why would she even do that? She already has the best person in the world for her so why? “DONT EVEN GIVE ME THAT “it didn’t mean anything, Suki!” BULLSHIT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, CUZ YOU’VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME AND PLAYING ME FOR A DAMN FOOL THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME!” Bakugou went on as his voice began to crack while tears flowed down his porcelain face. “YOU LIED TO ME. I GAVE YOU MY ENTIRE BEING AND YOU FUCKING LIED. YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH, I CANT BELIEVE I EVER LOVED A SORRY EXCUSE OF A PERSON LIKE YOU. I HATE YOU SO DAMN MUCH, I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK I SAW IN YOU!” Y/N’s heart hit the ground. No actually, it went 6 ft under because after all that he’s said, her heart is dead. Broken. In agony. “Suki I-“ “DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT L/N.” Hearing him refer to her with her family name hit so hard. “KATSUKI PLEASE! I DIDNT DO ANYTHING I SWEA-“ as Y/N tried to reach out to him, he interrupted her again and pushed her hand away. “I SAID DONT CALL ME THAT!”

The blonde yelled, except this time....he didn’t only yell. The burning scent of smoke came into his nose and the loud explosion could be heard throughout the building. The product of what he just did came to him. He just attacked the love of his life. As much as Y/N hurt him, Katsuki still loved her with his everything. And the fact that he subconsciously attacked her broke him even more. Y/N’s screams of pain reached his ears, as he looked down and saw his precious teddy bear with a burned arm and fat tears on her face, crying in pain.

Bakugou ran down to her level to try and help her. “Y/N! Hey, hey teddy bear look I’m so-“ Y/N pushed him away before he could continue. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BAKUGOU?!” Ouch. His family name felt like poison coming from your tongue. “Princess, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Y/N screamed as she stood up to face him. “I DIDNT FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU. WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT WHEN YOU’RE THE BEST DAMN THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME?!..ah!” Y/N was cut off by the stinging of her wound, and Bakugou couldn’t do anything but stare. Y/N grabbed onto her wound before continuing. “I love you Bakugou. I wouldn’t even dream about doing wrong by you. I thought I was a good girlfriend or at least a good person-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted “No! Y/N you are, I just-“ “If I am then what the hell made you even think of me so lowly? What the hell did I do to make you question my loyalty? What the hell did I do that was worthy of you burning my fucking arm?!” Y/N cried out.

Silence fell upon the room. It felt like hours before anybody said anything. Both people had heavy tears in their face now. One crying because he realized he was an idiot and harmed the girl who did nothing wrong, and One crying because she did nothing wrong but ended up being a villain in her loved one’s life. Y/N broke the silence with a scoff.

“You know what Suki?” Y/N said looking him in the eyes. “Yes teddy bear?” Bakugou quickly replied with wide, desperate eyes upon hearing the loving nickname, thinking they would move on from this horrible incident. “Get the fuck out.” Y/N said in a low voice. Bakugou was shocked. He knew he fucked up horribly but after realizing the truth, he can’t leave you! He loves you too damn much for that! “What? Y/N please listen to me, I’m sor-“ “I DONT GIVE A FUCK! Leave..please.” The sad girl cried. Bakugou grabbed onto her shoulders begging her to not end this. “Y/N please! Please princess! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m an idiot, I know, and I definitely don’t deserve you but please I can’t lose you.” Bakugou said with tears falling down his face. “Please don’t do this to us. Please don’t do this to me, I’m BEGGING YOU.” “Bakugou-“ The sad boy cut you off, shaking his head, “ NO ITS SUKI. YOUR SUKI. YOUR KATSUKI.......please teddy bear I need you.......h-here let me help yo-”

You harshly pushed the boy off of you and as he tried to desperately go back to you, you used your quirk to keep him at bay. “Bakugou Katsuki. I’m leaving this room since you won’t, and I won’t come back until I know you’re out of my room.” Y/N began as she looked at him with cold, sad eyes. “From now on, you won’t have to worry about this bitch because I’ll stay out of your life, I swear. Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. Just leave me alone....we’re done.” And with that Y/N ran out of her room, and out of the building, needing to get away from the place for a little bit. She could deal with her wound later. She just needed to get away. Bakugou just stood there in sadness and shock. As much as he wanted to run after you, he figured he’d give you a little breather. You guys could fix things in the morning...right?

Bakugou waited an hour in your room waiting for you, but you were right. You really weren’t coming back until he left your private area. So that’s what he did. With a heavy heart, he picked himself up and dragged his feet back to his dorm. He looked like a mess. He knew he did. Messy hair, red swollen eyes, dry lips. His entire body screamed heartbroken. When he open the door, instant regret and love hit him at once. His room was covered with rose petals and flowers, there were candles everywhere, heart shaped balloons all around, he had 4 different boxes of gifts, and two plates of extra spicy curry was set on his table, obviously cold now. What caught his eye was that one of the gift boxes had a note attached to it. With tears in his eyes, he read it.

Hey Suki! It’s Valentine’s Day! I love you to the moon and back and so much more. There’s no words that are able to describe the way I feel about you. You drive me insane in all the right ways and I love it! Lol. I hope you like your Valentine’s Day surprise. I’ve been working for weeks on it, so I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. I know I’ve been kinda absent these past few days but I promise I’ll make it up to you love! Hopefully I can start with this gift that I’ve been working on. Enjoy your brand new grenade silencer! Made it myself just for you. There’s nothing else in the world like this. I love you Bakugou Katsuki!

(P.S. If Shinsou from 1-B gives you shit about it, it’s because I made him drag his ass everywhere to look for a missing part so I wouldn’t have to leave you so much)

XOXO, Your forever teddy bear <3

As he quickly opened the gift, he saw it. A silencer that would attach to his gauntlets to make the sound quieter and the blast even more powerful. It was incredible. You are incredible. He only ever mentioned the sound of his blasts once, and you listened and you fixed it.

Bakugou shook as tears began to fall onto the paper. He couldn’t believe it. Everything started coming together now. The reason you were so distracted was because you were setting this up for him. You were always on the phone because you were assembling pieces and ordering gifts for him. You weren’t cheating on him with Shinsou. You were making sure he could find something that you needed for him. Y/N L/N was truly the best girlfriend in the world. Scratch that, she is the best girlfriend in the world. No scratch that too, she’s just the best, period. And Bakugou’s idiotic self ruined everything for him. All because he couldn’t have a little faith in his teddy bear. As Katsuki cried and cried, he set everything aside.

He took the petals off his bed. He didn’t deserve it. He blew out the candles around his room. He didn’t deserve it. He popped the balloons, and ignored the food. He laid in bed with more tears than ever, and looked at the ceiling. He finally turned to his side to fall asleep, but not before grabbing the picture on his bedside nightstand. A picture of you and him. He remembers that picture oh so clearly. It was his birthday, and while he didn’t want to celebrate, you did everything in your power to make it the best one yet. And you did just that. Bakugou hugged that picture so tight, because he didn’t have you in his arms tonight. He didn’t think he would ever have you in his arms again. So Bakugou Katsuki continued to cry until he was asleep, escaping from the reality of him losing his love, his teddy bear, his princess, and his Y/N.

Bakugou Katsuki never lost, no. He’s always been ahead, always number one, always the best. He always won and achieved and nothing ever stopped him. Except this time, the only thing that stopped him and caused him to lose, was himself. He lost. He lost his everything. His world, his rock, his heart, his Y/N. He’s lost without her in his life, and at this point he thinks he’s lost at life. There was nothing that could fix him unless it was you coming back to him.

Bakugou Katsuki? He’s lost.

A/N: HOLY SHIT! That was my very first writing piece and it was just a Drabble of a thought I’ve been having. Sorry if it’s a little off and weird, I’m still new to writing but hopefully I’ll get better. This was NOT spell checked so my apologies for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thx for the love!

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Through Thick and Thin - A.S

Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader

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About: When Obi-Wan learns of Anakin's turn to the dark side, he goes to Y/N to try and find him; what he gets instead changes everything and Anakin gets the answers he's been waiting for.

A/N: this is my first time writing in months, please be kind! Need to get back to my flow lol

Word Count: 2057

Warnings: murder, death, blood, mention of parent loss.

"He killed younglings, Y/N!" Obi-Wan stressed, pacing around the room "Tell me where he is, I beg you."

You stared at your husbands Jedi Master, contemplating if you should tell him the truth - betraying your husband and revealing his whereabouts or to lie and protect him. After all, you knew what Obi-Wan was going to do.

You knew that Anakin was capable of taking lives, especially the lives of women and children after he murdered the Tusken Raiders - you weren't afraid of him when he confessed and you certainly didn't shame him for it; you could understand his anger, his hate, his need for revenge.

Anakin's back was facing you, he stared at the wall, hot tears streaming down his face.

"I killed them." he paused, catching his breath "I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them."

Anakin slowly turned around to face you, his face stained with tears, his eyes glassy and red.

You stared at him, trying not to judge him for what he had done - knowing that if you did, you would be the biggest hypocrite known to man.

"And not just the men," Anakin inched closer to you, shaking his head "but the women and the children too."

You froze.

Women, like you.

Children, like the ones you adored at the Jedi Temple, children you dreamed of having with Anakin.

Part of you died hearing his confession, but you remembered how you felt when you were finally left alone in a room with your fathers killer. You too would've killed his wife and the other women and children in their village. You would wipe them all out.

"They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals." Anakin started to raise his voice, his pearly white teeth shining in the light "I hate them!"

Anakin dumped himself to the floor, bringing his knees to his chest, more tears falling from his eyes; you placed your hand against his face, wiping away his tears with your thumb.

"It's okay to feel angry, it's okay to hate them after what they did." You said softly, casting circles on his cheek with your thumb.

"I'm a Jedi," his eyes searched yours, his hand reaching for yours, holding it tightly "I know I'm better than this."

You sighed, kissing his hand softly "Don't let what you've done define you, Ani."

"How can I come back from this?" He asked in frustration "How can I move forward if Obi-Wan is holding me back!"

"You find a way," you encouraged him "even if it means going against him... and the council."

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" You asked quietly.

Obi-Wan didn't answer, he swallowed hard and looked at the pale lilac carpet.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?"

"Don't say that Master... You're the closest thing I have to a father... I love you. I don't want to cause you pain."

"He has slain younglings, Y/N! I saw his callousness with my own eyes!" Obi-Wan raised his voice, "Anakin has sided with Palpatine! He's the sith lord!"

You started to laugh, waving your hand.

'Of course, Obi-Wan and the council are pinning this on Palpatine, making him the bad guy.' you thought.

"It's funny," you speak up swinging your right leg over your left knee "you and the council painting Palpatine as evil."

The Jedi Master stared at you in horror and couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth - his heart splitting into tiny fragments, the young girl he raised was defending the chosen one - the young boy who had grown up with bouts of pent up hate and anger, and turned to the dark side.

"Palpatine is the only person other than me who truly cares for Anakin, who never lectures him for his feelings, who never holds him back."

Obi-Wan felt sick.

"I don't know where he is," you lied "even if I did, I'm not telling you."

"Don't make this harder for me than it needs to be," Obi-Wan warned you, remembering the Jedi Code, pushing his memories with you and Anakin aside.

You didn't flinch, instead, you sat back down on the sofa, staring at the beautiful sparkling wedding ring on your finger.

"I don't want to go back," you sighed, dragging your feet through inches of deep, sparkling snow "I've missed being home."

Anakin nervously fidgeted with the ring box in his pocket, practising his words over and over and over, making sure he got them perfect, his body freezing, his hair full of snowflakes.

"I'm so thankful you came here with me, Ani." You smiled, "My dad would've loved you."

Realising that Anakin wasn't following you, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, finding your boyfriend down on one knee.

"Ani-"

"From the day we met, I have never been able to shake you from my mind and heart."  

Your eyes filled with tears and your goggles started to steam up.

"I never got to ask for your father's blessing, but that won't stop me."

You focused on the ring, realising it was the same one that your father always showed you as a child, with his plan to give to you in hopes that you would pass it on to your children.

"Y/N, my love, will you marry me?"

You nodded your head, removing your glove, exposing your warm skin to the freezing air that instantly started to nip at your skin.

"Yes," you smiled, more tears falling from your eyes "I will marry you, Anakin."

"Your father would be ashamed of you, you're becoming the very thing he hated, you're sleeping with the enemy!"

The rage you once felt started to ignite deep inside you as Obi-Wan tried to sour one of the greatest moments of your life.

You stood up, and walked over to him, staring him down.

"You know better than to bring up my father, Obi-Wan."

Anakin tried to catch his breath, stumbling backwards in extreme pain, the sound of your screams ringing in his ears. You were hurt, probably dead with the amount of pain Anakin was experiencing.

His heart started pounding, his ears ringing, feeling sick to his stomach - you couldn't be... could you? who could've done this? why?

"I have these nightmares..." Anakin opened up to you "what I see, happens."

You stroked Anakin's head, your fingertips massaging his scalp, your lips brushing against his neck.

"I had them about my mother before she died, I wasn't strong enough to save her."

You stopped massaging his scalp, and pulled away, looking into his blue eyes - full of tears that pooled up over his waterline.

"You are strong and you get even stronger the more you learn and experience," you paused "I was strong - not strong enough to save my dad, but now I probably would've had a better chance of doing so. We move forward."

Your fiance nodded his head, pursing his lips and kissing you softly, still emotional when he pulled away from the kiss.

"I don't want to dream of you like that- I don't want the nightmares - I can't... I can't lose you..."

You shook your head, cupping Anakin's face in your hands "You won't lose me, Ani."

Anakin didn't know but he would soon find out, killing the last of the separatist leaders on Mustafar, he boarded his ETA-2 Jedi Starfighter and set off in a hurry; desperate to find you.

You were in utter shock.

Your hands trembling, your forehead burning, the room closing in on you yet expanding at the same time and your throat like sandpaper from your constant screaming.

It all happened so fast - Obi-Wan striking for you, your leg being severed off faster than you could realise until you fell down and all you could feel was agonising pain, and the smell of burning flesh filling the room, the blood boiling in your veins.

You sat on the floor, your back propped up against the back of the sofa, dragging yourself across the floor proved difficult since you stopped practising your upper body workouts.

Looking across the room, your eyes landed on Obi-Wan, no longer breathing - how you did it? you didn't know - you managed to take control, more power than you ever had in your life, your fury spitting inside of you begging for release.

Do you feel guilty? Now that you think about it, no.

Obi-Wan attempted to end your life and he would take Anakin's life too.

Bringing the back of your hand up to your forehead, you wiped away the beads of sweat, your chest rising and falling.

Anakin jumped out of his Starfighter, his hood shielding his face, his long strides bringing him closer and closer to you, his eyes no longer a beautiful shade of blue, but like the two suns on Tatooine during sunset.

She can't be. Y/N can't be dead. Not now. Not ever.

Getting closer and closer, Anakin could sense death, pain, and suffering.

The door swung open as Anakin stormed in, searching for you frantically until his eyes landed on your amputated leg in the middle of the room, his face drained of all its colour.

Your screams came back to him, the searing sound of Obi-Wan's lightsaber severing your leg, the loud thud as you fell to the floor and then the walls shaking, everything shaking, your yells, Obi-Wan's voice breaking before his body dropped lifelessly to the floor.

Anakin glanced over to his Jedi Masters lifeless body and stared, his eyes burning holes into Obi-Wans back, wanting nothing more than to revive him just so he could have the pleasure of murdering him for what he had done to you.

You peeked your head out from behind the sofa, "Ani," you winced, "I'm back here."

Anakin rushed to your side, his eyes pouring with tears as he searched your face and body for more injuries; the sight of your wound hurt him deeply.

How could Obi-Wan do this to you? How could anyone do such a thing to the chosen one's wife?

"Are you-are you-"

"Ani," you tried to calm him down breathlessly "just my leg, nothing-nothing else."

Anakin scooped you into his arms as gently as he could, you held onto him for support, moving one of your arms around his neck, your tear-stained face hiding in his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your ear comforting you.

"I thought you were dead," Anakin croaked, carrying you away, his robes hiding you in his arms.

"Obi-Wan came to me, he needed to know where you were so he could kill you," you admitted, "he told me that you killed younglings."

Anakin slowed down, you pulled your head out of his chest and looked into his eyes.

"Did you believe him?" Anakin asked, his tone harsh.

You paused for a moment, slightly afraid that Anakin might drop you.

"I know that you have killed children before," you replied quietly, "he told me that Palpatine is the sith lord... that you are his apprentice-"

"What do you think of Palpatine?" Anakin's eyes rummaged through yours.

She can't turn against me - she won't. I won't let her.

"I think that he's the only other person aside from me who has ever encouraged you to show your emotions, to use them to make you stronger."

Anakin's eyes fixed on your face like glue "what if he is the sith lord, and I have joined him? what would you think of me"

You sighed, closing your eyes, imagining the perfect life with your husband; you and him never in harms way, children of your own growing up without a clue of what it's like to lose a parent, to be a slave.

"I would encourage you to overthrow him, and together you and I can rule the galaxy,"

You opened your eyes, everything coming back to you, your father's death, how it felt to slaughter a whole family.

"make things the way we want them to be."

Anakin gripped onto you tightly, a prideful grin spreading across his face.

"Everyone turned against me but you." He said softly, kissing you.

"What if you hate what I become?" your boyfriend stressed, pacing up and down.

"I could never hate you, Anakin," you walked over to him, linking your arm with his metal one"I'll be with you through thick and thin."

tags: @autobotrosestark