#plzzzz do you see the VISION

[grimalkinmessor]

Riteru/Ritshou but it's that one Shinbaku animatic

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Bubble gum snow drop plzzzz ❤️❤️❤️🤡🔥🔥🔥

clown fuckers rise up !

Pairing: Buggy x Female Reader

WC: 2000

Prompt: “You’re obviously freezing. Just come here.” 

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Your eyes snap open and see a cloudless late afternoon sky. You immediately lurch forward to purge the seawater from your lungs. You flip over on your hands and knees while choking out the rest of the water, you gasp and cough trying to catch your breath. 

It had all happened so fast. You were aboard Buggy’s ship to do some negotiations when a massive storm hit. Your serious discussion had been interrupted by violent shaking of the ship and sounds of wood breaking all around you. You both headed out to the deck to assess the situation and that was the last thing you remembered. 

You had seemingly been washed ashore on some small island near where the storm had hit. You finally catch your breath enough to look around. You see what seems like the shape of another human being washed along the shore about fifty yards away. You rub at the salt water stinging your eyes, to make sure you were really seeing another person laying on the beach. After you regain your full vision you realize that yes, yes there was someone laying on the sand, someone with bright blue hair… and someone who certainly wasn’t moving. 

Instinctively you start to sprint towards the body on the beach as fast as you can. Upon arrival, you see Buggy’s body laying face down in the wet sand with no signs of life. 

“Shit…” You huff out. His stupid chop-chop fruit. He probably couldn’t push the salt water out of his lungs like you did. You flip him over onto his back and quickly move to straddle his waist. 

“Come on…” You press your hands onto his chest and push down with your whole body. You continue to pull back and push down in a frantic manner, trying to get him to cough up the sea water. 

“Don’t die, you fucking asshole!” You give one especially hard thrust to Buggy’s chest and his hands fly up to your waist as he begins coughing violently. You hop up to hover above him as he expels the water from his lungs and catches his breath. 

“Y/n?” Buggy looks up at you, confused. 

“Yes?” You question. 

“YOU’RE God?!?!” He shrieks out and his eyes widen. 

“Oh my GOD.” You roll your eyes. “I’m not god you fucking moron, you aren’t dead. Not yet at least.” You pick yourself up off the sand. “It’s getting dark, we can’t look for the rest of the crew until the sun’s back up. We need to find somewhere to shelter for the night.” 

Buggy groans and rolls around dramatically on the sand. 

“This is ridiculous! I’m stuck here with you? Here I thought you’d be in and out of my office with your Berries and I’d never have to deal with you again. Now we’re bunking up in the wilderness?” “Excuse me, circus act? I just saved your fucking life, dickhead. And if you’d like to continue living that life, I’d follow me.” You turn tail and start to walk towards the rock formation in the center of the island. Buggy looks around and sees that you are clearly his only hope at surviving this ordeal, so he scrambles to his feet and follows you. 

Eventually you come across a cave deep enough to shelter yourselves from any enemies or predators for the night. You order Buggy to gather some sticks and logs to put a fire together. You dig your cigarette lighter out of your pants pocket and pray to whatever gods that would listen for it to still be functional. Luck was on your side and the lighter flickered to life in your hand. You light the firewood carefully and watched over the growing flame for several minutes. 

Once the fire was lit, you and Buggy brought yourselves close to the flames so that you could finally feel some warmth in your damp clothes. The night had grown pitch black and you were feeling the aches and pains of being washed ashore catching up with you. 

“I’m going to try to sleep. You should get some rest too.” You crawl over to a corner of the cave and curl up on your side against the rock wall. 

“Right.” Buggy chooses a spot opposite the cave and lays down on his back. He throws his large coat over his body like a blanket. 

Several minutes go by and your body was wracked with a chill that wouldn’t go away. Being stuck in wet clothes all day and the ache in your bones was causing you to shake violently. You rub your sides trying to create more warmth with friction when you hear a sigh from across the cave. 

“You’re obviously freezing. Just come here.” Buggy gruffly announces. 

“What?” You question through chattering teeth. 

“You and I both know how body heat works. Do I have to spell this out for you, princess? Just get over here.” 

You weigh your options. You could go cuddle up to Buggy the Clown or you could freeze to death in a damp corner of a cave. You crawl over to Buggy. He lifts up his coat and beckons you to join him underneath it. You shuffle your body into his under the coat and you already begin to feel warmer. Buggy wraps his arm around you when he felt your shivering shoulders against his chest. 

Although it was significantly warmer in Buggy’s arms, you still couldn’t help but shake from the cold. 

“We should take our clothes off.” You hear from the man behind you. You snap your head in his direction. “Excuse me?!”

“Oh relax, don’t get too excited. Our clothes are still damp, we’re not going to warm up like this. We’ll freeze and catch a cold…. And I do not do well with nasal congestion.” Buggy sits up and starts stripping himself of his wet clothing before you could protest. 

“Jeez can you at least give me a second to look away before you pull your dick out?” You close your eyes instinctively. You unfortunately realize how right the clown was. There was no way you’d warm up if you stayed in your clothes. You sigh and slip your shirt over your head and shuffle your pants down your legs. You cross your legs and move your arms to cover your breasts and pull the makeshift blanket back over you. 

Finally out of your wet garments and with a warm body holding you close, you were able to relax. You release a deep exhale and close your eyes to try and get some sleep. Right as you were about to drift off, you feel something hard twitch against your backside. Your eyes shoot open. 

“Is your dick hard right now?!” You snap at him. “We almost died, you old pervert! How can you be hard?”

“I understand that, y/n!” Buggy hisses out at you, grinding his cock further into your body. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose or if he just couldn’t help it. “Regardless of what happened earlier, there is a hot naked girl laying next to me. I’m still a man, y/n.” The way he growled into your ear, your body began to betray you…

You sighed at the feeling of his needy body dry humping you. You pressed your ass further into him and Buggy groaned lowly. He moves his hand from its place on your stomach up to grip your breast. He gropes it harshly, using it almost as an anchor to pull your body back into his. 

Buggy gives your breast a particularly rough squeeze and you involuntarily moan out loudly. You slap your hand over your mouth. You hear the man behind you chuckle. 

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you, y/n?” Buggy whispers in your ear. “Does this turn you on, y/n? You like when I play with your tits like that?” 

Your cunt pulsed at his filthy words. You couldn’t come up with a response other than a whimper. The hand that was groping your breast suddenly released it to pull your right leg up and over his hip, effectively spreading your legs open for him. 

“I bet if I touched this sweet little pussy, she’d be soaking wet. Should I see if I’m right, y/n?” Without waiting for a response from you, Buggy detaches his other hand from wherever it was and slips it between your legs. He uses his middle and first fingers to slip effortlessly through your slick folds. You gasp as he lets his fingers linger on your clit and applies a bit of pressure. 

“Looks like I’m right! You’re all hot now too, what do you say we warm up a bit faster hmm?” Buggy purrs in your ear as he dips his two fingers shallowly in your hole, teasing you before coming back up to rub at your clit, spreading copious amounts of your slick around your throbbing sex. 

“We really shouldn’t, B-buggy… oh!" He pushes his digits into your entrance again and you yelp out. 

“Come on baby, let me stick it in you. It’ll feel good…” Buggy continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, working you up further. “Feel how wet you are?” Buggy dramatically squelches his fingers in your dripping cunt and you clench at the noise and the feeling. “It’d be a shame to let this go to waste… don’t you want to cum? I’ll make you cum on my cock, just let me put it in…” 

How could someone be so hot while simultaneously begging you to let him take you? You were desperate for release so you relented to the clown’s pleas. 

“Yes, fuck me.” You breath out. Buggy pulls his fingers out of you and his leaking cock was already prodding at your hole. You don’t know how did it so fast, it was almost like a magic trick. 

You were so wet that your walls welcomed Buggy’s cock easily. You both groan and gasp as he makes his first experimental thrusts into you. 

“Shit baby, you’re so tight! If I had known you had such a nice pussy I would have bent you over the desk in my office earlier!” Buggy hikes your leg higher in his hand in order to penetrate you even deeper. 

“Right there!” You huff out and throw your head back against Buggy’s shoulder. 

“Here, baby? Does that feel good?” Buggy continues to thrust his cock into you, tip brushing against that sensitive spot with each pass through your slick walls. He nips at your ear as you melt further into his body. He brings his hand that was holding your thigh down to push on your lower tummy. 

“B-buggy… fuck…” The sensation of his cock sliding through your sensitive insides was heightened by his hand on your stomach. “I-I… I think I’m gonna cum… fuck!” Before you finish your sentence the pressure in your abdomen releases and you orgasm violently on your clown lover. 

“There it is, good girl…” Buggy speeds up his thrusts into your still spasming pussy. “Squeezing me so tight, fuck I’m gonna cum too, shit…” 

You feel Buggy grip the soft skin of your tummy and pull your body impossibly closer to his as he spills his thick seed deep inside you. You felt rope after rope of hot liquid fill you to the brim and spill out around his member at your entrance… must have been awhile for him… 

Buggy’s breath was hot and ragged on your neck and you feel his nose nuzzle your spine. 

“So… you still cold?” Buggy asks. 

“I think I’ll be okay now, thanks.” You laugh and cuddle your body into his front even closer. “You’re still inside me, you know.” 

“I know… can we sleep like this? Please? You’re so warm…” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Fine,” You respond. “But if people come looking for us and find us like this in the morning, you’re a dead clown.” 

“Worth it.” Buggy yawns and quickly begins snoring behind you. Finally being comfortably warm, you too drift off to sleep. 

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xx Mo 

[cambion-companion]

plzzzz #24 from the kiss prompts?? the reader is dead/dying and aemond is desperate to bring her back, he’s crying and squeezing her so tightly as she comes back, just angst and comfort and love

love your works btw, you write him so well!! 💕

I love the idea of this, hopefully I can do it justice!

24. Kiss of life 

Aemond x reader | Kiss Prompts | Character injury | angst to fluff

The sound of pounding hooves on solid earth filled your rushing ears as you desperately clung to the saddle. Aemond had taken you out riding among the foothills outside King's Landing. Your horse had gotten spooked by a brightly colored snake as it slithered out from beneath a large stone.

You clung to your steed's mane, trying to calm her but she continued to run and buck wildly. You could hear Aemond calling your name behind you as he pursued, shouting indistinct words you couldn't make out in your panic.

You lost your seating, shrieking as you fell to the hard earth, pain shot through you upon impact. Your head hit the ground, your vision went blurry and began to fade as you fought to remain conscious. The ground trembled beneath you as Aemond arrived on his horse, his voice sounding garbled as if he spoke from one end of a long tunnel.

His name escaped softly from your lips, before your eyes rolled back, your vision going black.

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"No, no, no!" Aemond dismounted hurriedly, collapsing to his knees at your side.

Blood was oozing from your hairline, where you had hit it on a protruding rock. Your body was limp, with rising panic, Aemond didn't see your chest moving. "Y/N?" He placed a shaking finger to the side of your throat; he couldn't find a pulse.

His throat constricted as he dragged you into his lap, his eye burning with unshed tears. "No, you can't be-I won't let you."

He wiped away the blood on your face, smearing it against the skin of your forehead. Droplets of moisture fell from his eye onto your cheek, your slack expression remaining unmoving as Aemond rocked back and forth on the grass.

"Y/N." Surely if he called out your name enough you would come back to him. "Y/N, please. I can't lose you."

He looked up to the gray sky as if help would descend from above, a ragged sob escaped his mouth as he tugged you closer, cradling your head in his hand.

"You cannot be dead." Angry now, Aemond shook you, demanding you return to him. His eye roving your still features, the way your lips were slightly parted.

He had heard you say his name right before you had...no he wouldn't accept it. Aemond leaned down, pressing his lips urgently against yours. Kissing you over and over, tasting his own tears upon your mouth.

You stirred, feeling the pressure of warm lips against your own, giving a soft groan as consciousness returned, with it a throbbing pain in your head.

"Y/N!"

Aemond was the one who had been kissing you as though his own life depended on it. You opened an eye to squint up at him. "Nice to see you too."

He let out a strangled sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. You opened your other eye, your brow furrowing as you saw tear tracks running down his cheek. "Aemond..." You struggled to sit up, his hands quick to support your back and head. "Are you alright?"

"Am I-" Aemond wiped a hand hastily across his face. "I thought you were dead, Y/N. You weren't breathing!"

"I will admit, I've felt better." The pain in your head was almost unbearable and you screwed up your face.

"We need to get you to the maester immediately." Aemond lifted you into his arms, carrying you to his waiting horse. "Do you feel faint at all?"

"Not like I'm going to pass out on you again." You winced as Aemond mounted behind you, every jostling movement sending shooting pain to your temples. "But I can hardly think for how badly it hurts."

Aemond made a soothing sound, urging his horse to begin walking back towards the Red Keep. He kissed the back of your head lightly, burying his nose in your hair.

"Aemond?"

"Hmm."

"Were you kissing me earlier?"

"I won't deny it."

"Why?"

Aemond breathed a sigh, tightening his grip around your waist. "That is something we can revisit once you are healed."

[sunflowersteves]

gimme mommy!nat taking care of reader being a dumb baby plzzzz <3

I love you sm 💞

“what did you do, baby?” natasha’s concerned voice sounded just behind you, inspecting any wounds. tears clouded your vision as you tried to explain to your girlfriend about your incident. you turn around and hold out your finger, practically begging her to kiss it better.

“I don’t see anything.” you pouted, “I accidentally cut myself, right there!” natasha had to squint her eyes and lean closer to even see the cut that wounded your index finger.

“you’re fine.” natasha’s eyes widened as she saw even more tears roll down your face. she quickly grabbed your hand, “okay, okay, mommy’s gonna make it all better, okay?”

you seemed to calm down slightly while she dragged you gently to the hallway. she opened the cabinet and grabbed the supplies she needed before heading into the bathroom.

“this is going to sting, okay?” you nodded and watched her put the alcohol on a cotton ball. she placed the alcohol solution on your finger, and you winced as it burned.

“what happened, little detka?” she blew on the wound to make the stinging less hurtful. “w-well, I was-“ you hiccuped. “I was cutting up the vegetables for you a-and the knife slipped on the tomato a-and w-well-“ your eyes watered again and you clipped your mouth shut. you were too afraid to cry again.

“oh, baby, you have to be careful with sharp objects like that. you know mommy doesn’t like it when you’re not careful.” you nodded and held you head down, afraid she was mad at you.

she lifted your chin up with her finger, a beautiful smile on her face. “now, detka, do you want a spiderman bandaid or a captain america bandaid?”

you picked the captain america one and she wrapped it around your finger, making sure the bandaid was secure. “there you go, little one. I’ve patched you all up and mommy’s so proud of you.”

she pressed a kiss on your neck, then leaving a trail down to your collarbone. “let’s finish making dinner, yeah?”

[whumpasaurus101]

Five Past Three

Oki ik i said i was on a writing break but uhmmmmm feck that :) here is some Pheonix content BC THE POOR BEBE HAS BEEN NEGLECTED OMG!!! SO here is some backstory shenanigans that are sorta important to know heheh 👀

CW: drug use (not in too much detail but oc is high.) / i cant think of anything else BUT if i missed anything plz plz plzzzz lmk!!!!!

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Pheonix collapsed to the ground with a grunt. His whole body was tingling, almost numb. He felt as if everyone in the world was watching him. He lifted his head, no one.

The wind blew more, making Pheonix shiver.

He could still feel the pounding of the nightclub’s music in his head. Not the one he worked at, oh no no, he wouldn't get high at the place he worked at.

He scrambled in his pocket with numb fingers, trying his best to take out his phone. He tried to put in his passcode, 1-7-8-5, try again, 1-4-5-6, try again “FUCK!” Pheonix yelled, throwing his phone across the car park, hearing it crack against the concrete.

“Who’s there?” Came a voice. Pheonix curled up more in on himself. “Son, are you alright?” Phoenix's head snapped up to see an old man standing in front of him. His vision was shaking as he tried to focus in on the man. He could hear him talking but he couldn't understand! He sounded so far away, yet, he was just about a meter away.

“Hey -ah! Ya reak, boy! What did you take?!”

“Wh-what time is it?” Pheonix’s shaky voice asked. “It's five past three in the mornin’, lad. Now, are ya gonna answer my question?” Pheonix shook his head. No. To be fully honest, Pheonix didn’t know himself. He shouldn't have been so reckless! How did he even get in the carpark? He didn't remember walking here.

“This is dangerous! Someone coulda just picked you from the streets and- well, God knows what would happen! You're lucky I saw ya, lad.” His phone! That's what he was doing! “C-could you pass me my phone please, it-it's over there.” The man looked at him, confused at first before he saw the phone lying there. He strolled over and picked it up, studying the cracked screen.

The lock screen came on and the man could see some notifications. Ten missed calls from Sammy, a bunch of text messages from Sammy too and then just some regular notifications. “Well, it seems as if someone is worried about you, ya better call them back before they go absolutely mad lookin’ for ya, ay?”

Pheonix just held out his hand for the phone before asking again, “What time is it?” The man huffed, “Lad, you just asked, it's still five past three.” Pheonix’s eyebrows furrowed, “N-no, you told me that ages ago, th-the- I-”

“Shhh, it's alright, relax yourself.” He passed Pheonix’s phone over and pointed at the time, “See?” He asked in a gentle voice. Pheonix nodded as he saw the numbers through tear-filled eyes.

“I-I- yes, I’m sorry-” “Hey, no need. Now, how about you ring your friend there and we can sort out how we can get ya home. How does that sound?” Pheonix nodded as he tried to put in his passcode once more. His hands were shaking violently as his numb fingers attempted to key in the numbers. Please try again.

“Here, how about I’ll put it in for you and you can do the talking, aye?” Pheonix nodded, “The uh, the passcode is 1-4-5-2. The man put in the code and Pheonix’s phone unlocked. The man opened the phone app and pressed the contact ‘Sammy’. It only took one ring until Sammy’s desperate voice was heard, “Pheonix?!? Pheonix are you okay?! God I'm gonna kill you if I haven't already died from a heart attack!" Pheonix chuckled slowly, " ‘m okay Sammy. Well, kinda. Theres a uh,, a man with me.”

“WHAT?! PHEONIX PUT ME ON SPEAKER RIGHT NOW!”

“Ay, it's okay, he’s makin’ it sound a lot worse than it is,” The man chuckled. Pheonix laughed, almost falling from his sitting position. “It's alright, my name is Hudson Wheeler, I’ll share the location where we are now. I was walkin’ back to my car when I saw your friend here, someone must have roofied him.. Unless he took the drugs himself. Although, I haven't gotten much chat from him.”

Sammy’s breathing was heavy on the other line as he tried to decide whether to believe it. “Alright, alright, stay on the call and send me your location right now.” Hudson went into messages and selected the button to share the location, he waited for a moment before asking, “Have you got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. Jesus Christ, Pheonix. Alright, how long can you stay with him for, Hudson?”

“As long as you need. You know, I can bring him anywhere if you need me to?”

“No, no, sorry, but no. I- I’ll collect him but it might take me a little while.”

“That's alright. No worries, I have all the time in the world.” Sammy let out a sigh of relief, “Uhm, thank you. Thanks for helping him and I’m sorry I was salty at the start. He’s just, well we've had some bad experiences when it comes to this stuff in the past.”

“Hey, it's all good! You're a great friend.”

“See you sooooon Ssssssammmmyyyyy,” Pheonix laughed.

“Mhm… see you soon.”

Sammy hung up and Hudson looked at Pheonix, shaking his head and chuckled.

Sammy rushed out to the driveway of their house and quickly hopped into his car, keys, wallet, water, phone. That's everything, they thought. They quickly turned on the engine and reversed out of the driveway. They pulled up a map on their phone and followed the directions that came up on the screen.

They put the volume of the radio on full volume and drove. He knew he was driving over the speed limit but he had to get to his friend. They had to. Their foot pressed down on the excelerator more than intended but they didn't notice.

They didn't notice until police sirens started to blare. “No! SHIT!” They slammed the steering wheel with all his force, making their palms turn red. They thought about just speeding and avoiding the police, but he had enough things that they could get caught for than that.

They growled and pulled over, running a hand through their hair. A policeman came over and tapped on the window. Sammy blew out a huff of air and pulled down the window, “Hey officer.”

The officer shone a flashlight into the car, making Sammy wince and cover their eyes. “HEY! Hands up slowly, no sudden movements.” “I'm s-sorry officer!”

“It's alright, now, do you know why I pulled you over?” The officer’s thick Southern accent spoke. “I'm sorry, I was going way above the speed limit, I just- I wasn't thinking, I just-” “Hey, hey, hey, no need to get wound up now alright?” Sammy nodded. “Alright, and where are you going to?”

Sammy thought for a moment, they couldn't give away too much. Pheonix had taken drugs. The last thing Sammy would want is their friend to get arrested!! “I uhm, I'm just going to pick up my friend.” “Mhmm, alright. Listen, you seem like a good person, although I am quite curious why you're out this late, but listen. Drive slower and focus, got it?” Sammy nodded quickly, “Y-yes officer, thank you so much officer, I promise it won’t happen again.” The police officer chuckled slightly, “It's alright, safe drive.” “You too.”

The officer patted the window and smiled and Sammy drove off. Slow, slow, easy, calm, relax. They looked to the map, fifteen minutes.

Hudson looked over to Pheonix who was now lying on the ground, eyes wide as he looked up at night sky. Tears streamed down his face. “Hey now, why are you crying?” Pheonix licked his dry lips and shrugged. He could see streaks of pink and green in the sky, he guessed Hudson couldn't see them.

Hudson dug into his backpack, “Ah, I knew I had it!” He took out a water bottle, “Here, sit up.” He supported Pheonix’s back and helped him sit up. He brought the water bottle to Pheonix’s lips and gently tipped the water.

Pheonix was fully leaning against Hudson for support. He gulped the water quickly and whined as Hudson took the bottle away. “Hey, I cant have ya gettin sick alright?” Pheonix whined but nodded. He then turned his body with a groan and cuddled into Hudson as he shivered.

Hudson sighed as he looked at Pheonix, “What are ya doin’ to yourself, lad?” He shielded his eyes as bright lights suddenly shone. “Looks like your friend is here. Hey, wake up.” Hudson slowly stood up, carrying Pheonix by the shoulders with him.

Sammy rushed out of their car and dashed over to Pheonix, “Oh my god, Pheonix, you idiot! Here, can you help me get him into the car please?” “Of course.”

The pair guided Pheonix to the backseat and laid him across the back. Sammy closed the door and sighed. Hudson gave him a sympathetic smile. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course, my pleasure. I would tell you ways to help him sober up, but I'm guessing this isn't your first rodeo,” He chuckled slightly.

Sammy huffed, “No, can't say it is. But seriously, thank you. Listen, this is all I got but please take it,” Sammy handed a fifty dollar bill to Hudson. “No, hey, that's not necessary at all!”

“No, no, please take it.”

Hudson sighed and took it, “Thank you.”

“Can I give you a lift back home at all?” Hudson smiled, “Oh that's so kind, my car is actually only five minutes away but thank you.”

“Of course -no of course.”

“Well, you better get that laddo home, hm?” “Yes, yes. Thank you.”

Sammy got back into the driver’s seat and turned on the engine. They looked in the mirror and saw Pheonix asleep. They smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. No, no, get home and then sleep. They widened his eyes and put their hands back on the steering wheel.

The drive home was fine. Sammy didn't play the radio to ensure Pheonix could rest. They kept at the right speed too, they couldn't get pulled over again. They yawned and blinked hard for a few moments.

Once the car pulled into the driveway, Sammy helped Pheonix into their house. Pheonix groaned but Sammy ignored him, “Hey, none of that now. Cmon, let's get you to your room.”

They tucked Pheonix into the guest room’s bed and left a basin on the ground just incase. “Rest up,” they whispered. “G’niiiiiiiiiight,” Pheonix chuckled.

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[liliah39]

For the one shots- super fluffy wedding and honeymoon with bri? Xx

‘Till Death Do Us Part, My Love (Brian May X Reader)

Here it is!!! So proud of this. Excuse typos plzzzz~~~

Word Count: 4.7K (IKR IM SO LENGTHY)

June 21, 1980

It was a beautiful, hot summer day as you stepped into your cupcake of a wedding dress, laughing as you remembered Brian trying to guess what your dress looked like a couple weeks ago.

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**3 Weeks Beforehand**

You and Brian were sitting on the couch together fantasizing of your upcoming wedding on a rainy London day. You’d just brought clarification to all the decorations and the timing of when food would be brought out at the reception. Brian never really cared to have an ornate wedding, he was fine with whatever you wanted; fine with paying for whatever you’d thought up. He just wanted to marry you. Though you felt the same way, you’d always dreamed of a fairytale wedding since you were young, so he made certain that was what you’d get. Suddenly he blurted out, 

“Y/N, did you get a dress yet?” 

He made you laugh hysterically. 

“What? What did I say that was so funny?” 

“Brian, darling. It’s three weeks before the wedding. Do you know how long it takes to get a wedding dress, and then get it altered? And that’s just for a normal dress! Freddie and I designed mine and had it specially made!”

His face went from confusion to shock. “Then where is it? Did you lose it? I can’t find it!” He blurted out. 

“Brian?!” You said, standing up and looking down at him on the couch with your hands on your hips. “You’ve been looking for my dress?!?” 

“I didn’t say that-” he said, nervously scratching the back of his neck. 

“You just did! I can’t believe you! You can’t go looking for my wedding dress! You can’t see the bride’s dress before the wedding day! It’s bad luck! It’s immoral!”

Trying to recover his dignity, he said “I believe it’s actually that I just can’t see you in it, I just wanted to see the dress. Know what to expect, you know?” 

“Oh, fuck off.” You laughed, still kind of mad at him as he pulled you into his arms. 

“So, did you lose it?” 

“No, Brian. I did not lose my wedding dress.” You said rolling your eyes. 

“Then why can’t I find it? Why isn’t it in any of our closets?” 

“To keep it away from prying eyes like yours!” You laughed, tapping his nose. 

“Then where is it?” 

“I’m not telling you!” 

“C’mon Love, if I paid for it I at least deserve to know where it is!” 

“Well… that’s the thing.” 

“What’s the thing?” 

“Remember how I said that Freddie helped me design my dress?” 

He nodded his head. 

“You, um. Well, Love. You didn’t pay for my dress.”

“Y/N, I told you you didn’t have to pay for any part of the wedding!” 

“I didn’t, I swear! Freddie did!”

“Freddie bought your wedding dress?” 

You nodded. “Please don’t be mad.” 

“Y/N,” he laughed. “I’m not mad at all! As long as you didn’t pay for it; that’s what matters. And besides, Freddie will look out for me. He knows what I think you look good in. But God, this dress is probably the most extravagant dress the world has ever seen if Freddie helped design it and bought it.” 

“Well something like that, yeah.” You said, blushing as you buried your face in his neck. You knew the dress was exactly the opposite of what he’d expect.

“Then if I had to guess, Fred probably has it somewhere in his house in some ornate closet of some sort. Am I right?” 

You knew he was, so you buried your face in his neck a little more, hiding behind his hair. 

 “Perhaps.” You hummed in his ear. 

“Can I keep guessing things about it?” 

“Sure, if you really want to. I’m never going to give you any hints, though.” 

“But Love, you just did. Said possibly to the dress being at Freddie’s. If it wasn’t at his place, you've said no. I know you can’t lie to me.” He smiled. 

You sighed in annoyance. “Alright then, get on with your questions.” 

“Okay. So, what’s the shape of it?” 

“Not telling you.” 

“It’s gotta be tight, right? Form fitting? If I had to guess it’s a form fitting mermaid dress with a huge train. Strapless. Loads of lace. Beading at the top.” 

He was so wrong. “Now what makes you say that?” 

“Sweetheart, I’ve written countless songs about you. One of them just happening to be called “Fat Bottomed Girls”. You always wear form fitting dresses to events just for that reason, since they’re my favourite. Don’t think I don’t notice those things.” He smirked. 

You laughed. “Well then I guess you’ll just have to see.” 

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Back to the wedding day

You’d just finished getting your enormous dress on; Freddie lacing up the back as everyone took pictures of you with your hair and makeup looking perfect. In efforts to make sure your legs weren’t killing you by the end of the day, you hadn’t put on your heels yet, so your dress was about 7 inches too long for you. You always opted to wear tall heels at fancy events to compensate for how tall Brian was. Everyone in your party had left the bridal suite for a couple minutes to give you some time to yourself as you stood on the small podium in front of three mirrors to see yourself from all angles. 

In solidarity, your wedding day jitters began to set in, however imagining Brian’s face when he saw you start to walk down the aisle made you smile. 

You knew he’d be shocked to say the least. He expected you in a tight, form fitting dress, yet in typical you fashion you always liked to surprise him, so you chose the exact opposite. He also didn’t know that you had two dresses; one to change into for the reception. That one was extremely risqué. Freddie designed that one completely on his own; said that it’d be the best gift he could give Brian on his wedding night. 

Suddenly you heard a knock at the door. Thankfully, the door was locked so no one (aka Brian) could peek in. 

“Yes?” 

“Is my beautiful bride to be in there?” Brian smiled with a jiggle of the door knob. 

“Yeah. Hi Bri.” You giggled. 

“Come let me in, Darling.” He whined. 

“Not a chance.” You laughed. 

“Could you at least open the door and just stick your hand through it so I can hold your hand? I haven’t seen you all night. Missing you terribly, My Love.”

You paused. “Fine. But no peeking.” 

“I promise, I promise. My eyes are closed.” He pleaded. 

“Alright,” You warned, going to step off the podium. The added weight of your lengthy train weighed you down, making it difficult to move because the dress was seven inches too long without your heels on. Then, the first step you tried to take sent you falling forward, tripping on your dress and hitting the ground with a loud thud. You were immediately laughing hysterically. 

“Y/N? What was that thud? Are you alright?” Brian said; worried. 

You couldn’t stop laughing. 

“I’m fine! I just can’t get up! There’s so much fabric!” 

“Can I help you?” 

“No! Get Freddie!” 

“Darling, how is he going to get in if the door is locked and you can’t get up?” 

“He has the key, now just go away!” You laughed, your hoop skirt flinging over your head. 

“Alright. Love you too!” Brian teased as he walked away. 

A minute or so later Freddie walked in with a gasp, shaking his head. “My God, Darling.” He said. “What did you do?”

~~~~~

It was that time. You’d just arrived at the outside garden and were walking up the stairs to the opening where your fairytale wedding was to take place. You held an enormous bouquet of flowers in your head, grabbing Freddie’s arm quickly before he went to walk with your bridal party to have him make sure your tiara was in place. 

It was perfect. 

It was all perfect.  

You heard the chamber group start your cue music; Pachelbel’s Cannon. You heard everyone stand from their chairs. You climbed the last couple steps, two of your bridesmaids carrying your train behind you, helping to take the weight. 

Step. One tap of your heel on the concrete slab of the walkway to the end of the isle. 

Everyone’s head turned to see a heel peeking out of a plethora of fabric. 

Tap. 

The last step up revealed your full form, everyone in the audience let out an audible gasp, but Brian’s reaction was the best by far. Though he went through all these emotions in a matter of seconds, you noticed every single one. 

At first it was shock. Then he smiled, then shocked again as the train of your dress just kept coming. And then, when the fairy lights from the trees hit your tiara, makeup, and dress just the right way, his eyes welled up with tears, wiping one away with his left eye at the vision of beauty in front of him. He was so proud he’d soon be able to call you his wife. You handed your enormous bouquet to Freddie as joined hands with Brian, your train being fanned out behind you. 

“I want to kiss you right now.” He said, still choked up. 

“Why?”

“You’re so beautiful. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Definitely surprised me with this dress, but God, I wouldn’t do anything to change it. I’ve been sent an angel from Heaven.” He smiled. 

When it came time for your vows, Brian started first. “I never thought I’d love someone as much as you. I’ll be completely candid, there were points I didn’t even know if I’d find someone I wanted to marry, but as soon as I met you all those years ago, I didn’t even know your name yet and I knew you were the one. Your beauty and kindness have always overcame me with happiness, and it seems like everyday you get more beautiful, and I love you even more. Now this isn’t in my note cards, but you look absolutely gorgeous, my Love. I knew you’d look stunning today, as you always do, but you’ve completely taken my breath away. I’m honestly the luckiest man in the world. I can’t wait to give you all of me, and share every single one of my possessions with you, because anything that’s mine I want to be yours too. I’ve written countless songs about you, and I know there’s more to come. You’re my muse. You’re my everything, Y/N. I love you more than all the moons and stars in the sky, forever and always, ‘till death do us part, my love.” He smiled, tears of happiness streaming down his face as he placed your ring on your finger. 

You were crying a little harder than he was, all happy tears of course, just overcome with emotion. You took in a deep breath of air, let it out, and began to say your vows. “You know,” you started, voice wavering, “they really should let the bride say her vows first, cuz now I’m crying and-” you were cut off as more tears needed to escape, leaving the crowd in laughter along with Brian in front of you. 

“You’ve got this.” He whispered, squeezing your hand in reassurance. One more deep breath, and you were ready to go. 

You let out a huff of air. “Wow. Okay, I’m ready now.” You smiled. “God, that‘s so hard to follow, Brian. You’re the most beautifully poetic person I know. This wasn’t planned, I promise, but this really shows how similar we are. You stole my ending, Brian. I planned to end my vows with “till death do us part, my Love” too. Really just shows how we’re meant to be together.” You smiled, family and friends “aww”ing and giggling. “Well anyways, I wanted to talk about when we first met; just in case someone didn’t know and such. I was working at the record store in London, when you entered one day. It was a slow night, and I’d just finished restocking the “Sheer Heart Attack” album, so I was bound to recognize you as soon as you walked in. “How odd?” I thought. “What is Brian May doing in my store?” I thought you’d overlooked me; that I didn’t have a chance. Until I saw you looking at me, immediately playing a game with me and grabbing a record off the shelf in front of you, putting it in front of your face, and popping out in a playful manner. I’d been a fan of your music for some time, but I fell in love with you right there.  Suddenly you weren’t just a guitarist. You were the man of my dreams. After talking for a bit, you bought a couple of  albums, and I noticed you wrote your number on my copy of the receipt. ’Course I called you right when I got home. Luckily, you answered, and the rest is history. So basically, I never thought I had a chance with you. You seemed out of my league, darling. But as soon as I stared into those hazel eyes, I knew I had found everlasting love. I knew you were supposed to be mine, and I yours. I fell for you the moment you opened up to me, and quite honestly I never want to stop. Now, not to quote him or anything because I clearly have it written on my card here: you’ll always be my everything, Brian. I can’t wait to start a family with you, and our life together henceforth. ‘Till death do us part, my Love.” Now Brian was crying as you slipped the ring on his finger, and it was pronounced, 

“I hereby pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.” 

When your lips reunited, it was like Heaven. The crowd cheered, as you and Brian smiled into the kiss, your tears of happiness mixing on your face. 

“I love you so fucking much.” He whispered, picking you up bridal style as he carried you down the aisle, your dress following behind. “God this dress weighs 100 pounds!” He laughed. 

“You’re telling me!” You said, joining his lips as he set you down at a secluded park bench to spend your first moments as husband in wife in solidarity before taking wedding photos in the garden, since the reception venue was being held in the same park in a different section. “I know my dress wasn’t what you expected, but you know how I am, queen of surprises. Do you like it?” 

“I’m completely enamored with it. Not what I expected at all, but much better than anything I could have thought up. The fact that you designed this is mind blowing.  You look absolutely stunning. My beautiful, beautiful wife. You look like a princess.” He smiled, caressing your face. 

“That’s right!” You gasped. “I get to call you my husband now!” 

He laughed at your realization. “Yes, and I get to call you Mrs. May.” He smiled. 

“God, I love the sound of that.” You hummed, leaning into a kiss. 

The two of you sat like that for a while, realizing you only had five minutes before you had to go get pictures taken. 

“You know,” you started. “After pictures I’ve got to go back to my bridal suite at the hotel in the centre of the park.”

“Why?”

“I’ve got another dress, Love.”

“Another one? They can’t possibly get much bigger than this one.” 

“No, no. Not trying to one myself up in terms of size. It’s just different. Couldn’t possibly dance in this one with such a large train! You’ll absolutely love it. Freddie designed it completely. It’s his wedding gift to you.” 

“I can’t wait.” He smiled. 

~~~~~ 

After pictures, the majority of the wedding party decided to go back with you to the hotel for dress number two. Brian’s Groom’s suite was at the opposite end of the hall from yours, so your 3 closest friends who were your bridesmaids, Freddie (who managed to make himself a member of both the bride and grooms party), Roger, and John, lined the hallway between your rooms, eagerly awaiting your outfit change. It’d be Freddie’s first time seeing you in it, and he just couldn’t hold back his excitement, so he went in to help you remove your gargantuan ball gown as the hair stylist removed the bun and styled your hair into long, soft, sparkling waves with a small tiara as the makeup artist darkened your eye look and gave you a nude lip. You stepped into the risqué dress, feeling extremely confident and sexy. Freddie could hardly control his excitement, saying you looked like a “bridal sex goddess” , which of course made you laugh. 

Freddie left to join the rest of the party in the hallway as you stepped from the podium with much more ease this time. Confidently opening for the door and strutting into the hallway as the wedding party hooped and hollered. 

“Did I do good, or did I do good?!” Freddie exclaimed. 

As you walked past Roger, he laughed in awe, pulling your shoulder to whisper in your ear, “Are you trying to give him a hard on for the night, Y/N? Embarrass him at his own wedding? Cuz with that dress it’ll sure as hell work.” He joked with you. 

“Stunning. Absolutely stunning.” John added. 

You put your hand on Brian’s doorknob. “You ready, Bri?” you seductively said. 

“Been ready, Darling. All the excitement out there only makes me more ready.” 

You started to turn the handle. “Good luck Brian!” Roger exclaimed. 

“Good luck with what?” he said back through the unopened door. 

No one knew how to phrase answer to his question.

“Er, good luck keeping it in your pants, we mean.” John shyly added. 

You stepped into the room, Brian still turned away from you as you shut the door behind you. The wedding party rushed to the door, pressing their six ears against it to hear his reaction. 

“Alright; turn around.” 

“Oh my fucking God!” He exclaimed, earning a chorus of laughter from you and your nosy friends in the hall. He rushed over to you, spinning you and pulling you close to him as he placed his hands low on your curves. 

“You look so fucking sexy.” He whispered in your ear. “Know you’ve only had it on for a couple minutes, but I’d take it off you now if we had time.” he smiled. He pulled back, taking in more of the dress. “God, it’s sheer and there’s a slit?!” He yelled. “Thank you so fucking much Freddie!” he said, making everyone laugh again. 

~~~~~ 

The rest of the night was perfect. Though there were loads of other people there, the world only revolved around you and Brian that night. Your hands were always intertwined, feeding each other cake and dancing to your heart's content. Even though choosing your first dance song was one of the only parts of your wedding that you left to Brian, after he consulted you, you’d planned to dance to Your Song by Elton John. However, when the song didn’t start playing, Brian took the microphone and said, 

“Now, dancing to a track would be fine for most people, but as the guitarist of Queen, I think I’ve got to do a little better.” He smirked. “C’mon boys. Get up there.” 

Roger, Freddie, and John climbed up to the stage as someone brought Brian out an ear microphone and took away the handheld one. 

“Ready darlings?” Freddie asked them, earning a nod from the other three, and starting his piano intro, which shocked you. 

It wasn’t what you expected in the slightest. You expected to hear Freddie play Elton’s iconic piano riff, (which would have been hilarious considering Elton was sitting at a table to your left), but he started with something else. The tune was recognizable, but you could tell the four of them had rearranged the song. Brian started to dance with you to the piano intro, making you feel on top of the world. 

*** play Fred Astaire’s version of The Way You Look Tonight***

And then Brian started singing. 

“Someday, when I’m awfully low

When the world is cold, 

I will feel a glow just thinking of you. 

And the way you look tonight.” 

It immediately brought tears to your eyes, so thankful you’d met him and for where you were today. You layed your head on his shoulder as he continued to serenade you, John coming in on the string bass and Roger on the drums in the second verse. 

It was absolute bliss, the love of your life, your husband of only a couple hours and 3 of your closest friends serenading you. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. 

At the end of the song, he grabbed your cheeks, looking into your eyes as he sang, “Just the way you look, tonight.” 

Your lips connected, and the world seemed to pause. You’d never been happier in your life. Now, how does it get better than this? 

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The reception ended around two in the morning, the two of you getting in Brian’s private jet at 2:30 AM to fly to Paris for three weeks. Your bags were already packed and loaded on the plane, and the two of you opted to stay in your wedding attire to take photos at the Eiffel Tower since the flight was just under an hour and fifteen minutes long. You and Brian slept for most of the flight so you weren’t completely exhausted when you got to Paris. 

Once getting there, Brian refused to set you down, carrying you to the limo and into your honeymoon suite with a perfect view of the glimmering city and the Eiffel Tower. You quickly set your bags on the dresser and touched up your hair and makeup for photos, and hurried down to the limo to the Eiffel Tower. At first, the two of you just took in its beauty, hand in hand, smiling at each other. The photographer was rapidly taking photos, eager to get some perfect unplanned photos as well. Your dress glistened in the lights. 

“It’s so beautiful.” You smiled. 

“Eh, it’s alright. Not nearly as beautiful as my wife, though.” He chuckled, the two of you joining your lips, making for a perfect picture. 

After taking thirty posed pictures, Brian tipped the photographer and limo driver 300 pounds, thanking them for coming out so late, and telling the limo driver he could leave so you two could spend some time together as husband and wife in such a romantic location, and that you’d be walking back to your hotel. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your back to his chest as you rested your head back, admiring the Eiffel Tower and your first moments in true solidarity as husband and wife. You two spent a while, probably twenty minutes in silence before Brian lead you to a bench, pulling you into his lap as he said, 

“I’m so lucky.” 

“I think we both are.” You smiled. 

“Thank you for choosing me, Y/N. Really. You have no idea how much I love you.” 

You laughed. 

“Brian, I think I’m the one who should be thanking you. You could’ve had any girl in London. Someone famous, someone prettier. Yet you talked to me that night. Gave an average nobody your number. Why?” 

“Well yeah, I could’ve gone for all those other girls you mentioned, but none of them mattered to me. You’re the only one who’s gorgeous inside and out. Everyone always gave me a chance, even people who you’d consider “average” , yet didn’t want to continue a relationship. You’re the only one who’s stayed. And besides, I don’t need someone with all the movie premieres and designer gowns, granted I’ll buy you all the designer gowns you want, I just need you, Love.” 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, closing the distance between the two of you as the two of you made out for a while, lips moving in sync perfectly. As your lips parted, you asked “Are you tired?” 

He nodded. “You?” 

“Yeah.” You said, getting up as he followed quickly, hooking your arm around his and joining your hands as you started the walk back to the hotel. 

“So what’s now?” You asked.

“Whatever you want, Love. Maybe have some fun when we get back to the room, go to sleep, wake up late and order some room service, enjoy Paris for the next couple weeks. You know, whatever people do on their honeymoons.” 

“I know, I mean what’s next for us? For our lives? We already live together. We have gifts to open when we get home, but materialistically we have all we need. I mean soon you’ll be going on tour in like what, five months? Then you’ll be recording again. The Game is released in nine days, Brian. You’re bound to leave me.” 

“Well of course you can come with me, Y/N. Just like you always do. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. We can get a pet if you want to stay home. Really, whatever you want.” 

“I know.” silence. “But what about our life as a couple? A family?” 

“Well I want a family.” He quickly retorted. 

“I know. Me too.” You smiled. “That’s what I'm getting at.” You seductively said. 

“Thank god.” He sighed. 

“What?” 

“I thought maybe you’d want to wait a while since we just got married, but I don’t. I want a baby while we’re still young, and then maybe more, and more.” His tone became playful as he tickled your sides, the two of you stopped in the streets by a beautiful garden as you giggled. 

“I just don’t want to go through it alone.” You confessed. “A baby needs its father. I’ll need it’s father too. Pregnancy is scary, especially for a first time mother. I want you to be there, Brian. I don’t just want my husband, the rockstar. I want my husband. The man I fell in love with, a father to be.” 

“I know. And I’ll be there, I promise. I don’t want to miss any appointments. Whenever it is that you get pregnant, you can come with me on tour, we’ll go to appointments together and such. When it gets to the time you can’t travel anymore, you’ll go home, and I’ll come visit you at least once every week. Then the last month we’ll postpone the rest of the tour and I’ll stay with you till our baby comes, then I’ll stay with you for a while in the months after the baby comes. Then you both could come with me on tour again or whatever. The guys will understand. I honestly think they’ll be quite excited too, Love. John’s babies would have a little friend.” 

“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.” You smiled. “I’m just happy to start our lives together.” 

“Me too. So when do you want this baby?” 

“Oh whenever. Let’s just let it happen. When Baby May comes, it comes. Let’s not plan it. Let’s just let it happen naturally. From love. I love you, Brian.” 

“I love you more.” He said as you arrived at the hotel, carrying you up to the room as you made out the entire way up. 

Once in your room, he feverishly pressed you against the door, passionately making out as you removed his suit jacket, unzipping your wedding dress and letting it fall to the floor as he picked you up and laid you on the bed which was covered in rose petals. As you each stripped each other, your lips never disconnected. With Brian left only in his boxers, he said, “You know, it would be pretty cool to say we made our baby on our wedding night in Paris, don’t you think?”

“Definitely would be something interesting to talk about.” You nodded. 

“Then let’s make that baby.”

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A/N- Ah! I’m so happy with the way this came out! it’s so cute omg I love it. It’s long! but that’s ok! i hope you all like it!!!!! Send me more asks for one shots please!

[i-will-be-forever-yours]

Trust Issues Pt.II

A/N: Sorry it took so long...life if frickin insane. Anyway..love to all you who spent time reading. Sorry for the grammatical errors and spelling. Hope you like it and send me ideas for another story and with whom. reblog if you would like plzzzz 

Part One Here

Warnings: Angst-Fluff, not much language...ummm yeah

Summary: Shawn and Y/n have been married for a year and a half and he seems to be drifting. Will trust put this marriage at risk?

Word Count: 1.2k

posted 12-4-19

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Shawn looks down at his phone again. He has tried to call y/n over fifteen times in the past hour since he texted her to come home. Just as he is about to call again, a notification from his local news app pops up. Some gut instinct told him to click on the link, and sure enough, intuition was correct. The headline states, “Y/n L/N-Mendes has been in a serious accident.” He doesn’t even read the rest of the article before he’s rushing into their shared closet to put on some clothes and his shoes so he can rush out of the house.

In his haste, he kicks over some shoes of hers near the back of the spacious closet. He barely glances down but does a double-take when something catches the light and draws back his eyes. Looking closer he bends down to pick up three white plastic sticks. He turns them over and sees the word POSITIVE on all three. It doesn’t take a genius to know what this means.

He stumbles back out of the closet in a dazed manner and sits upon the edge of the bed with a thud. His mouth is agape and he cannot stop the flow of tears as he recalls the words he threw at her just a short while ago. He is even more worried for y/n and now his unborn child. Why did he have to be so stupid and rash he inwardly scolds. Those and other thoughts are crashing around his head. It feels like a hurricane and he is unable to reel back his raging thoughts and emotions. He’s on the verge of a breakdown, and the room starts to spin a little, while the edges of his vision get a little blurred together. However, he calms himself down by breathing in and out multiple times. There are more important things, and he has no time to waste time crying at home.

Knowing he needs to get to y/n as soon as he can he puts on his old white vans and a hoodie before he sprints out the door. He tries his best not to speed to the hospital but seems to hit every red light. “Gosh dammit! Move!” he yells at no particular car while hitting his steering wheel with his fist. Tears are pouring down his face as he thinks that his last words to his beautiful wife may have been him screaming at her to just fucking get out of his face. He doesn’t even notice that he has surpassed the speed limit until the sounds of sirens and flashing lights flood his senses behind him.

Looking in the rearview mirror he sees the officer trailing him. So, with much reluctance, he pulls off to the shoulder and puts the car into park. Still looking in the mirror, he sees the seemingly middle-aged officer get out of the car and approach his window. Rolling it down he waits for the officer to speak.

“Young man, are you aware that you were going 15 miles per hour over the posted speed limit? Care to enlighten me as to why you are in such a hurry?”

Shawn looks down at his lap to his fidgeting hands before saying, “Yes Officer, and it won’t happen again...i-it’s just that my wife is in the hospital and I-I just found out she’s pregnant. And I told her to leave the house a-and she wouldn’t have been in a crash if it weren’t for me. I’m the worst husband ever.” he stutters out, once again on the verge of tears.

The officer looks at him with pity and nods. “Well, we better get you to the hospital as soon as we can.”

Shawn’s head snaps up. “W-what!? Really! Thank you so much, officer! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Chuckling, he replies, “I can see the love and worry you have for her, it’s not every day that I see that much love and devotion in such a young man.”

Shawn made it to the hospital in record time with the officer leading the way. Once he parked he was out of his car, sprinting inside to the front desk. He was met by a rather short woman with a bright, friendly smile.

“I’m here to see Y/N Mendes.” he stated while fidgeting with his hands.

The bright lady smiled up at Shawn and nodded. She typed a few things into her computer, before stating, “yes..um she just got out of surgery a bit ago, and is in room 219.” He nodded and was about to turn around when he heard her say, “oh...and sir, it will be just fine, she’s going to be okay.”

He just gave a halfhearted smile and made his way to her room. Each step felt like a mile, but as the room neared he began to get nervous, not knowing how she was going to react after their last conversation.

Nearing the door he took a deep breath before pushing aside his worry. Peering in he saw the cut and bruised face of his beautiful wife Y/N. He slowly neared the bed and pulled up one of the chairs. He was quick to grab the hand that had no tubes or wires in it, and softly placed kisses on it.

“I love you so much Y/N, and I’m so sorry for yelling at you baby. You just need to wake up for me, and you can yell at me all you want okay?” he sniffled. He looked up at her face, and just let the tears flow. Laying his head by her stomach he stayed there for what could’ve been hours or minutes. The stress of the situation finally overtook him, and he was welcomed into a deep restless sleep. Darkness surrounded him, but he didn’t mind.

He was awoken by scratching on his head. Still slightly asleep he peered up at his wife. He didn’t expect to see her gleaming, y/e/c eyes staring back at him. Fully awake now he jumped up and gently grabbed her face. Before any words were spoken he leaned in for a kiss. It was a beautiful kiss, relaying all the emotions that couldn’t be said.

Finally breaking for air, Shawn moved in closer. They were startled by the door opening and a nurse walking in. He just sat there as the nurse carried out the examination. Few words were spoken, but that was okay with him.

The doctor come in a few minutes after the nurse took their exit. Speaking to Y/n he explained the procedure, and the recovery process. She also stepped closer while Shawn stepped out of the room to answer a call from his mother, so he could update her about Y/n. In his leave the doctor also talked about their unborn baby. She covered how they were perfectly fine and there were no complications. Leaving the room, it was another couple minutes before Shawn poked his head in.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Y/N spoke up. “Shawn...I-I uh…”

He waited for her to continue, but when she didn’t he too spoke up. “I’m sorry Y/N. I was such a- such a dick. I yelled at you and kicked you out, a-and I made you crash. It’s my fault Y/N. I- I am so sorry, will you e-”

Before he could finish, Y/N spoke up. “Hey, don’t take all the blame. I didn’t trust you as a wife should. Don’t be hanging yourself for this...okay? I’m okay. I need you to be competent for our baby Shawn.”

Up till that moment, Shawn had forgotten, or more like avoided the subject for fear that something had happened to his unborn child, but it all came rushing back. Tears gleamed at the corner of his eyes. “Y/N, we’re going to be parents...wow.” he chuckled through his tears. He leaned in so that his forehead was touching hers, “I love you so much, Mrs. Mendes, and I’ll never yell at you again. If I do, slap me one.”

Y/N just chuckled, and connected their lips once more before whispering “I love you too Shawn.”

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Thanks again for reading...send me ideas for a new story...and feedback? do I need to expand my vocabulary and writing skills? lmk

[all-the-hurt]

Sick Keith Drabble (Sickdays 3.0)

Sooo I’m trying to particupate in Sickdays 3.0 but i’m reeeeeeally insecure. I was gonna write a casual drabble for the 29th prompt (basically alternative and/or questionable remedies) and somehow it’s turned into a five page Keith whump and angst-fest. But I’m mid-writing and super disheartened and unsure how to end it? So here’s a tiny portion of it. Does anyone think this is any good at all? If so, please let me know because it will literally be my first ever sickfic posted and I’m soooo scared. Feedback would be really, really appreciated? Because I want to post the full thing on Saturday but idk i’m scared? 

Warning: pretty graphic descriptions of vomit 

~read the warning plzzzz~

He can barely see now that he’s up here because his head is pounding and he feels like he’s just spinning. but being off the ground and spinning around is making his stomach roll. He can’t see and he isn’t even sure why but everything is a horrid neon colored blur and he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he can’t figure out what to do.

“Keith, what’s the matter?” he hears Lance ask him in a much too panicked voice, and next thing he knows, vomit is gushing up and out from his mouth. 

With zero warning and one violent gag, a massive wave of vomit bursts up his throat and fills his mouth so suddenly that his it just sort of falls open. He’s spinning so hard he can’t see anything but a whoosh of purple but he feels it as it gushes down his face and all down the front of his chest. Mortified and panicked, he tries to lean forward to at least aim for a retch at the floor but he can’t tell where his body is anymore and he gets about a half a second before another wave is rushing out. 

It’s all liquid, hot, sticky and purple, so it quite literally bubbles up out of his throat and cascades down his body as Keith turns his head around, trying to lean down, but succeeding in spinning his dizzy head around so it’s all over his shirt. 

It won’t stop. 

He realizes this when the next gag comes and he starts to choke and his vision grows dark around the edges. He doesn’t know where he is anymore, if he’s still up on the weird cloud chair and raining puke down on the party guests but everything hurts so much he can’t register any of it. 

And then suddenly, everything pitches violently sideways, Keith tries not to tumble over on his side, but something stops him and lurches him back into place. As the next wave of vomit comes it doesn’t go all over his chest. 

“Okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you, we don’t want you to choke.” 

And then he begins to register the sound of shrieks of terror and disgust. He can’t see clearly; everything’s still looking like the view from a tilt-a-whirl but he can tell that it’s the Alonians, scattering away from him in horror. When he looks down at himself and everything in his close vicinity, all he sees is purple, which he knows is his own mess and it’s everywhere.

“Jesus, Keith, what did you have?” 

Keith tries to reply, but he’s cut off by a retch that’s violent and loud now, rather than the violent rush. He brings up one last mouthful of burning and sour liquid that burns his throat and up his nose. This throws him into a round of dry heaving that shakes his entire body as he hiccups and pants, stomach now empty but his body still very, very upset.

As he heaves and drools, the spinning slows down and his vision shifts into clarity more and more. He regains consciousness of his body again, only to be taken over by painful retches rather than uncontrollable spouts of vomit. He can’t decide which is worse because before it didn’t hurt. 

And now it really, really does. Every retch makes his head feel like he’s being stabbed, makes his throat and nose sting, and his entire torso ache. It all hurts so much—Keith has been stabbed, has walked on broken bones, has fallen down flights of stairs but this hurts worse. 

As he heaves uselessly over the floor, the painful thought flits through his head: 

I want Shiro. 

He never likes to admit to himself how much comfort he took in Shiro’s steady presence, his sometimes overbearing but good-natured concern and care. Keith depended on it, knew that no matter how often he rejected it, Shiro’s support would be there when Keith needed it.  

He wants Shiro here now. Because he has no idea how he’s going to get through this.

[jammylittlefingers]

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Omfg. I just broke my second glass baby bottle this week, and while trying to make sure I got all the broken glass out of the sink I broke a bowl. 🙄 We only ever had 2 8oz bottles and when we broke the first one I was like freak accident, whatever, nbd, she's a year, we're almost done w them. Ha. Hahahaha. Except she hates all the sippy cups we've tried. So now we're down to 1 4oz bottle. Good times. Thank god for Amazon. She broke a sandwich plate this weekend too, so I think for dishes now we're down to 3 dinner plates, 3 sandwich plates, and 4 bowls? I do dishes like, many many times a day. Which I actually don't totally mind, if you don't have a many dishes you can't fill a sink w dirties. Wash what you use. It makes me stay on top of it. But this is getting a little ridiculous. So. Lesson learned- Don't bring anything breakable to our house I think we might be cursed. 👌 Also the baby's been extremely sleep resistant. She was up until 3aaaaaamnmm last night. 👎 I think it's a combination of being uncomfortable from that first molar cutting through and realizing she can fight off sleep and exert her will in refusing. Which, rock on strong girl but could you pick a different fight for everyone's sanity? Clothes or food or something? Ok, not food. But not the sleep plzzzz. I celebrated getting laundry done and surviving this bullshit day by walking us down to our favorite coffee shop where I fucking double fisted large iced coffees. They were both delicious. Then Eve wanted to walk next to me and we tried that until she tried to run into a nail salon to see the ladies inside cooing at her and I had to go drag her away and while I had my back turned for a second my stroller rolled away and I turned around to see it speeding down the sidewalk towards the street and an extremely big expensive shiny white car idling at the curb w someone sitting in it, of course, but thank Christ it hit a parking meter right in front of the car instead and stopped. I pretty much had a nervous breakdown over the whole thing and demanded husband come meet us immediately. Which, he was already on his way so nbd, way to be over dramatic. So. I think I maybe need like a leash for the stroller. And the toddler. Maybe leash us in a chain? Me to stroller, stroller to child? Or maybe we'll just never go out again because she ran out the door of the laundry room a thousand times in like 10 minutes this morning and it makes me have visions of her running into the street and omg how does anyone keep children alive until adulthood. Maybe I should have stuck w just the one coffee. 🙄 Gonna take a bath and try and find my calm. I coaxed her to sleep an hour ago so I've probably only got 20 guaranteed minutes left. 🛀🍷

[maybe-its-5sos]

Get it yourself (Damian Wayne imagine) [Final]

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Requested: Yes Request:  Finish "Get it Yourself" plzzzz 💕💕💕   Summary: After sudden mood swings, thing’s start to clear a bit. Word count: 717 Warning(s): Angst, miscarriage, blood

The stress had gotten to you. When Damian slammed the door you slid to the floor, back to the wall, in tears. You were hurting from his actions, you had kept all your feelings bottled up and now you couldn’t seem to stop them from spewing out. You were pulled away from your self pity by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. 

It felt like nothing you ever felt before, much stronger than a cramp and thousands of times sharper than a kick. You instantly knew something was very wrong. The pain taking you by shock is slightly blurring your vision, making you feel sick to your stomach. You look down at your feet to see a puddle of dark blood gathering quite rapidly.

In your dizziness and pain you do your best to get to the closest phone,cradling your stomach, calling the ambulance. Luckily the door was left unlocked when Dami left so the medics could get to you easily, since you were falling in and out of consciousness, you would have been unable to let them in. 

One moment you hear and see footsteps, the next you’re out the door, the week wind soothing your hot skin, but then fear takes over you as you’re swiftly carried to the car, you mumble incoherently about the baby, and continually ask for someone called Damian. 

You were rushed to the ER as quick as possible, but the damage had already been done, it was too late and in your heart you knew that there’s nothing that could be done.

“Hello, is this Damian Wayne?” A mature female voice asks.

“Yes, this is.”

“I’m calling from the hospital, Y/N Y/L/N was brought in approximately fifteen minutes ago, since you’re the only emergency contact on her papers we take it that she would want you here.”

“What happened ?” He asked angrily, worry consuming him.

“The doctor will explain to you once you arrive.”

“Thank you.” He ended the call.

He made his way to the hospital as quickly as possible, it had been maybe an hour and a half since you entered the building, out of breath he approaches the reception, “Where could I find y/n y/l/n,” He questions.

“Who are you related to her?” She asks, not allowed to give info to non family members.

“Father of her child and significant other,” He barks in absolute outrage.

“Down the hall, through the double doors, then through the doors on the right of that, she’s in intensive care, room 457.”  She directs.

Getting there, Damian was shocked to see you hooked up to all these machines, barely conscious, face contorted from worry. As he walks in the room, your doctor comes in to view, Damian goes straight to him for answers.

“What happened?” He asks, making his way toward her.

“She suffered a difficult miscarriage, miscarriage in this late stage of pregnancy is very dangerous, she’s lucky. If the paramedics were any later she could have bled out.” He calmly explains, trying to be as empathetic as you could be in this situation.

Damian was crushed, “It’s my fault,” he quietly mumbles as the doctor leaves the room. He couldn’t believe the pain he had put you through. This should have been nine months of bliss and pure happiness,the celebration of the final time you’ll be completely alone, but it had turned sour. He felt like a murderer, like he was the only one to blame, he had neglected and pushed away the only thing he loved in life, the only stability he had. 

He sits down on the chair next to your bed, taking your hands in his. Your gaze focuses on him, “Damian,” you whisper in disbelief with your throat dry and voice raspy. “Shh, beloved.” He whispered sorrowfully. “I’m so sorry for causing you this much pain and suffering, and I truly hope you could forgive me one day,” He says quietly, looking you straight in the eye, the sincerity in his voice making you quietly sob. “We need help, Damian,” you whisper out, as tears cascade down your pale cheeks, still showing obvious shock. 

“We’ll get all the help we need, beloved, please don’t give up on me.” He begs, kissing your knuckles, his warm tears hitting the back of your cold hands.

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With love, -K