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astralis-ortus · 19 days

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sunday, sunday, sunday

✱ husband!bc × fem!reader

— now, and every sundays to ever come. i want to spend them all with you.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, fluff, fluff. just tooth rotting fluff. warnings → very minor cussing (just once)(atp cussing is a given lol), kissing, time jump (twice), chan referred to as chris a.n → blame the man for putting the idea in my head like what can i do??? his insta post??? hello??? not to mention his song recommendation while i was writing this??? laufey's like the movies??? what??? he wants me dead atp<////3

it’s sunday.

to be fair, it has been sunday since the moment chris’ eyes flew open a few hours ago. it’s sunday when he got ready, it’s sunday when he got his light makeup and hair settled, it is sunday when he finally wore the crisp tailored suit that has been turning his heart into the loudest marching band ensemble he’d ever known.

but to be fair,

it’s not just any sunday.

“bring those shoulders down, hyung. you’re gonna get cramps at this point.”

“oh shut up,” chris groaned, feeling more embarrassed about the fact that he got caught more than the fact that his nerves are firing non-stop at an untraceable rate. “just take the pictures, felix.”

albeit rolling his eyes at chris’ rather feisty comment, it was proven impossible to wipe the cheeky grin off the younger’s clearly ecstatic face. after all, it’s a monumental day in chris’ life—and he’s very honored the older trusted his (and technically hyunjin’s) skills to capture the day’s earlier moments.

“see? that’s already all better,” felix cheerily quipped, snapping several pictures as soon as he caught a glimpse of chris fixing his posture. besides, a little movement here and there does make the picture come out a lot more natural, which was the one thing you repeatedly told him (and hyunjin) as something you wanted to see most in the final cuts.

you.

the mere thought of you was enough to melt the remaining stillness present in chris’ face.

it has been a wild few months; meetings after meetings, fittings after fittings, testing, changes in plans, some other minor revisions, checklist, checklist, checklist. chris was justifiably spent, and so were you. there were arguments (you refused to call them fights, knock on wood), there were a couple of shed tears (out of frustration, of course), there were a few hours of leaving each other on read (justifiably so, considering both of you are quite the stubborn pair), but there were also a lot of make-up dates, plenty of exchanged giggles of excitement, and bountiful of prayers for the days to come.

those days have been wild, and this sunday will begin to prove that every second of it was worthwhile.

“chris hyung!”

woken up from his trance, the glint on chris’ eyes finally returned as he found hyunjin’s head peeking from inside the room—the one he’d been waiting on for the past 10 minutes while his head was busy creating bits and pieces for his life montage.

“ready to see your bride?” asked the younger, grin replicating the ones felix is sporting behind his lenses.

am i ready?

palms running over the fabric of his carefully crafted suit, ones you finally chose after debating over a dozen others you deem was ‘not grand enough for someone about to spend the rest of my life with’, chris took one final breath.

“ready.”

it’s sunday.

it’s been exactly a week since your wedding day, and you finally got your hand on the stack of developed pictures courtesy to your now-husband’s talented teammates. originally, you wanted to take part in picking the films, but the duo was pretty convincing when they said waiting for their pick would make a good little surprise to enjoy on your honeymoon trip.

“come on,” chris beckoned, curls framing his beautiful face while his hand motioned to the empty spot next to him on the bed; one you just left after a call from the front desk informing you about the tiny package under your husband’s name. “let’s see how hyunjin did at taking your pictures.”

“and felix at yours,” you added with a grin, swiftly claiming your throne while your fingers were busy ripping open the brown envelope. “i want to see my husband as much as you wanted to see your wife, you know. not to mention, that suit was absolutely perfect on you.”

“not again,” his defeated giggles has been chris’ way to answer to your every compliment on his look since the day of your wedding. “you need to stop that before my head blows up to the size of a hot air balloon, my love.”

“well,” you shrugged, finally getting your hand on the stack of pictures before then snuggling right into the warmth of chris’ arms, “have you ever thought about trying not to be so hot all the da-“

and of course, stealing kisses has also been his alternative should you continue to run your mouth and try to turn him into a blushing mess.

as if that’s not exactly the reason why you kept up with the praises.

“can we start looking at the pictures,” he muttered over your lips, evidently smiling as his lips brushed against yours, “or do i still need to shut you up?”

you hummed, letting the warmth of his skin hover over your face before your lips captured his in a quick peck, “pictures. need to see my cool husband.”

the way his laugh reverberates against his chest never fails to warm you up.

“okay, picture it is then.”

it’s sunday.

you didn’t expect moving to be this hard—sure, you’ve been living together with chris even before you two got married, but had you really been accumulating that many stuffs?

“fuck—i think it’s not the right screw,” your husband’s mutters forces your line of sight to gravitate towards his hunched figure, still hovering over the half-built shelf on the floor of your living room.

“you reckon it should still stick out this much?” he questioned, beckoning you to look at the silver piece, sticking out like a sore thumb. “no, right?”

“think not,” you huffed, crouching next to chris to look at the scattered pieces around him, “was this all? did they send the wrong one?”

chris groaned in defeat, deciding to lean onto your warmth instead of voicing his answer. maybe building your own furniture was not exactly a good idea to spend your first weekend home after your honeymoon trip.

treading your fingers through his soft curls, you then came up with a suggestion, “i’ll get you a pineapple juice then we’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

and it sure perked him right up.

looking at you with sparkles lighting up in his eyes, it felt right—it felt like even through the worst sundays, chris would still be the there to welcome you home.

“thank you,” he grinned—the boyish kind. the one that made you feel like a swarm of butterflies, one that gets you blushing like a schoolgirl in front of her first ever crush. his lips then found its home on the bare of your thigh, printing a quick kiss on the surface, “you’re the best.”

“mm, i know,” you answered with a giggle, feeling the warmth breaking through your skin before returning the kiss on his plump lips while feigning ignorance to the way your heartbeat grew louder by the second.

“you’re still the bestest of the best, though. can’t beat you.”

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bloatedandalone04 · 9 months

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Like Fine Wine

➪the one where you can’t resist hayden’s look for his role in ahsoka.

Warnings: hubby hayden bc i want to marry this man so badly, current age (or 41 year old) hayden, smut, fluff, pet names, unprotected sex, handjob (brief), hair pulling, soft smut, you guys just straight up loving on each other, reader is feral for him, spoilers for ahsoka if you haven’t seen the last 2 episodes, takes place during the filming of ahsoka (back in may 2022), this is just self-indulgent tbh

Word Count: 2.5k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

When you finally made your way back to the hotel room you and Hayden were staying at during the filming of Ahsoka, the last thing you were expecting to see was your husband propped up against the headboard, shirtless with grey sweats covering his lower half, and the script for tomorrow in his hands.

He looked absolutely divine, and you bit back a moan at the mere sight of him, the wine bottle you had bought from the store across the street nearly slipping from your grasp.

When he heard the door open but didn’t hear your voice right after, Hayden looked up to see you standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on your face as you stared at him. “Hey, baby,” he murmured in a greeting, flipping the script back to the first page as you closed the door without breaking eye contact. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go over this scene with me, but you seem…preoccupied. What’s on your mind?”

You set the bottle down on the table by the door, shrugging off your jacket as you stepped towards him. “I was just thinking,” you trailed off, biting your lip as your eyes stalked his body like he was prey.

Hayden sat up against the headboard, a teasing glint in his eye. “About what?”

Kneeling on the bed, you kick off your shoes before crawling over to him and straddling his lap. “About what I could’ve possibly done to deserve such a hot husband,” you answer, taking the package of papers from him and dropping them on the rug beside the bed.

His hands instinctively grab your waist, his own eyes raking up and down your face. “Eighteen years together and you’re only asking that now?” He teased, his fingers lifting your shirt slightly so he could feel your skin on his.

“Oh, no, I’ve been asking myself that since the day you messed up your practice run with Ewan and had to restart it from the very beginning,” you say back, watching as a knowing smile graced his lips.

“That was only because you walked on set looking like something right off of the red carpet. Kinda like how you look right now,” he not so subtly gazed down at your body, his blue eyes beginning to darken the longer he had you on top of him.

You roll your eyes but blush at his forward words, resting your hands on his shoulders. Eighteen years together and fifteen since you’ve been married, and he still was able to effortlessly make you feel like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Your engagement ring and wedding band reflected off the single lamp he turned on, unknowingly setting the mood for when you got back. It was on the bedside table next to his phone, which had been turned completely off since he was away from set and planned to spend the rest of his night with you.

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You mumbled, feeling the cool metal of his own wedding band, that was identical to yours, pressed against the heated skin of your hip. “Seriously, do you even realize how good you look right now?”

His hair was still somewhat styled in his clone wars look for the flashback scene, and the way it curled in certain spots had your whole body aching for him. If he hadn’t taken off the makeup for the scar already, you probably would’ve been wrapped around him by now. “I don’t know,” he answered, kissing you back when you placed your mouth against his. “I’m not sure I can believe it after you told me that about ten times on set earlier today.”

You and he had actually met during the filming of Star Wars Episode II, but didn’t start dating until Episode III had been fully completed. You went to the premiere together and that was your public debut as a couple, and you still remembered how loudly the fans cheered when he kissed you right there on the carpet.

You, too, would be in a few flashbacks towards the end of the series, in the form of your Force Ghost. Your character was killed in the last half of Episode III by Anakin himself, and you still remembered filming that scene like it was yesterday.

The tears you shed that day were one hundred percent real, as you were actually saying goodbye to the character that introduced you to your future husband. At that point you and Hayden had gone on several low-key dates, but didn’t become official until a couple of months later. His acting was also more real than not in that scene as he had to pretend to kill you in a somewhat brutal way.

To revisit your character for the first time in over a decade was one of the best opportunities you had ever gotten, and you could only assume that this was how Hayden felt when he was asked to return as Anakin in Obi-Wan. While your scenes wouldn’t be filmed for a few more weeks, Hayden still insisted you stay with him until the filming was wrapped up completely.

“I’m not apologizing for hyping up my husband,” you say against his lips. “I’m being so serious, Hayden, you look good.”

He grins up at you, pulling your body closer until your chest pressed right up against his, the subtle rock of your hips making you suppress a moan. “Well, thank you, sweet girl,” he nudges your nose with his. “I can always count on you to make me feel good about myself.”

“You so can,” you agree, trailing your hands down his toned chest, smirking at the way his stomach muscle flexed at your light touch. “You’re so attractive, I don’t think you even realize it.”

Hayden hummed, slowly dragging his hands up your body and taking your shirt along the way. “I could say the same thing about you,” he said before asking, “You’re awfully flirty tonight, what’s got you all worked up?”

“You,” came your simple reply, your fingers pulling at the loose string of his sweats. You lean down to place a chaste kiss to his lips, one that leaves him wanting more as you descend your mouth down to his shoulder, where you place a few open mouthed kisses to his skin. “You, being so unbelievably sexy when you’re back in your element on set. The way you looked when you were practicing earlier? The way you look now? You don’t know the things you do to me, Hayden.”

“I beg to differ,” he rasps out when you place another kiss to the base of his throat, his hands quickly fumbling to take off your shirt. It drops to the floor beside the script and you lift your head so you were looking right at him, your body level with his as you slowly rocked your hips against his. “Y/n.”

You give him a teasing grin, sliding your hands down his sides before they land on the front of his sweats. “I know,”you murmur and kiss him slowly, slipping your hand past the waistline and palming him. You hold back a smirk when you find him already hard for you, his body’s way of responding to yours every time you come onto him. “I just want to make you feel as good as you look.”

Hayden huffed out a breathy moan as you pulled him free from the sweatpants. “I want to make you feel good, too, baby,” he managed to say as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him.

You hum, “I already feel good from just looking at you,”

A ghost of a moan escaped your lips when leaned forward to kiss your exposed shoulder in an attempt to quiet his own sounds.

Though this was a nice hotel, he still didn’t want to risk the possibility of the walls being thin enough for him to receive noise complaints, though the thought had him growing harder in your hand.

“You don’t know how much you turn me on,” you nearly whisper, the pad of your thumb brushing over his tip and making him groan quietly against your skin.

“After twenty years of knowing you, I think I know exactly how much I turn you on,” he mumbled, bucking his hips up so you stroked him a bit harder. “It’s the same way with you, baby. You make me feel so good all the time.”

You whimper quietly when his hand slips inside the front of your leggings, biting down harshly on your bottom lip when he finds your clothed clit with no trouble at all. Being intimate with the same person for half your life came with that perk. “I want you so bad,”

Hayden lifted his head back up to connect your lips in a kiss, murmuring, “You have me. Since that first day I saw you, I’ve been all yours,” when he pulls away to lift your hips in order to rid you of your leggings and the lace that covered your core. “I love you, Y/n Christensen.”

You moaned at that, moving back to straddle his hips again. Gripping the sides of his neck, you use the tips of your thumbs to tilt his head up in order to be able to give him a deep kiss. “I love you,” you whined as he guided your heat over him a few times, prepping both himself and you with your slickness. “My hot, sexy husband.”

And then you were lifting your hips and sliding onto him until he was buried deep within you. Your hips met his as moans escaped both of you, with Hayden leaning back against the pillows and headboard to let you take full control.

While he always wanted you in this way, seeing him as Anakin again clearly did something to you, and he was more than okay with letting you take the lead like you needed to.

You close your eyes and grip his shoulders, moaning softly when you lift yourself up before dropping back down again. “I’m never getting over this,” you confess, though it wasn’t new news. Even though you had been together for nearly two decades, you still hadn’t grown tired of each other, further proving the fact that you were meant to be together. “Fuck.”

Hayden groaned under his breath, his hands gripping your waist as you began to slowly ride him. “Just like that, sweet girl,” he praised softly, feeling the way you clenched around him at his words. “We fit so well together, don’t we? Make each other feel so good.”

You moan a bit louder, nodding quickly as your hands move to tangle in his hair. The fact that it was you who got to see him like this, and it was you who got to mess up his Anakin-styled hair had you going a bit feral.

“So good,” you agree, dropping yourself down on him with a bit more force, really setting a pace that would ensure you both wouldn’t last too long. He is forty one and you were pushing thirty nine, you couldn’t really expect to be as durable in the bedroom after a long day of filming.

Still, when he hadn’t spent a whole day on set, Hayden could go for longer, simply because he aged unbelievably well and kept his body in great shape.

He also wasn’t expecting you to want to jump his bones as soon as you got back from your wine run after he changed into more comfortable clothing, planning on going over a few of his scenes with you before bed.

That still didn’t stop him from letting you completely drain any and all energy he had left from the day as you grind your hips against his. Small, needy whines left your pretty lips as you moved further down on him, driving him even deeper into your willing and wanting walls.

“You’re so beautiful,” he couldn’t help but say, making your pace falter slightly as you flushed at his words. “My girl. The prettiest woman in the world.” He complimented as his hands slid up your back and expertly unclasped your bra.

He pulled it from your body and replaced it with his hands, his thumbs and index fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. You whimper at the feeling of his smooth fingers against your sensitive buds, tugging harshly at his strands. “Hayden,” you murmur, guiding him into you quicker with swift grinds of your hips. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said under his breath, trailing one hand down to circle your throbbing clit with his thumb. His other hand moved to tightly grip your hip again as you picked up the pace, beginning to feel that tight sensation forming in your abdomen. “You feel so good. So good for me, baby, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as you pulse around him, your thighs burning with exertion and forcing you to stop for a brief second before Hayden grabs your other hip and begins thrusting up into you. “Yes,” you gasp out, tangling your hands tighter in his hair as he lifts himself up from against the pillows to really allow him to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. “Oh, fuck, yes, don’t stop, Hayden, please.”

How could he deny you your wish? In all honesty, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to stop, anyway, as you were clenching so tightly around him and sucking him in as deep as he could go, he almost blacked out for a second from how blinding the feeling was.

“Come for me, sweet girl,” he requested quietly in your ear, his deep and raspy voice making you clench tighter around him as your walls pulsed in time with his quick thrusts. “I want you to, want to feel it.”

Your mouth opened in a faint cry and your stomach swelled as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. As your whole body tensed up in his arms, Hayden felt your walls spasm slightly before he also felt the flood of your release coat him. It gave him the perfect amount of friction for him to fall not too far behind.

His jaw locked slightly, his hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer to him as he, too, came. Deep within you, he pushed his seed further with a few extra thrusts before he was forced to stop due to the sensitivity of it all.

With his last remaining energy, he lifted you up and set you down on the bed next to him. He hovered over you a second later, wrapping your legs around his waist as he nuzzled his head in between the space of your neck and shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered in between peppered kisses to your sweaty skin. “Thank you for always making me feel like the most important person, everyday.”

You ran your fingers through his damp and messy hair, playing with the curls as a smile formed on your lips. “You are the most important person,” you reminded him, kissing him quickly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him further down onto you. “And I love you, too.”

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thequeenofuselessinformation · 6 months

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So basically the entire character list of The ballad of songbirds and snakes is the exes from hell

1. Coriolanus Snow

-Mansplain Manipulate Manwhore

-Great hair and fashion sense

-Love bombs you

-Old money

-His (grand)mom hates you because her son can do no wrong so clearly you're the problem

-His favourite hobby is emotional and mental abuse

-Snitches on you when cheating at family board game night (he's deflecting that he's also cheating)

-Emotionally stagnant (narcissist with mommy and daddy issues)

2. Sejanus Plinth

-Loves you to bits, so does his mom (your waistline will never truly recover)

-Indecisive about where to grab dinner always

-New money and it shows in his insecurity

-Supportive asf

-Breaks up with you because he can't be with a non pacifist/vegan

-Daddy issues

-Condemns Shein hauls

-Identity crisis every other week, you'll have to talk him out of a buzz cut, jumping off the ledge or giving all his money to scammers (if you collect all the stamps you'll get a financial compensation from his dad on the wedding day)

3. Lucy Gray Baird

-Her Ex is a dick, will stalk and harass you

-Her family is a bunch of hippies, will make you eat with your hands, on the floor, while singing Kumbaya

-Sings you to sleep, braids your hair

-Almost poisoned you thrice cause she doesn't understand you shouldn't mix cleaning products together

-Old soul

-Thrifts, recycles

-Puts salt in your coffee after arguments

-Ghosts you after your make or break argument

4. Casca Highbottom

-Never asks about your day, his is always worse

-Drug addict in denial

-Weird beef with his old classmate's son (he never lets anything go)

-Dislikes people, which would be fine if you weren't included

-Always on some sardonic shit, probably a business major with a psych minor

-His pills take all the space in the shared bathroom, your makeup will be shoved in the far lowest drawer next to the TP

-His ancient ass coworkers hit on you at symposiums, he's too high off bathroom cocaine to stop them (or gets off, either way you're tired and want home)

5. Dr Gaul

-Devil Incarnate

-You somehow rizzed her up at a function and she's been showing up at your house ever since (you don't how but she has both the address and a key)

-Petting zoo type of owner

-She always smells like chemicals and latex

-Asks you unhinged "Would you rather" questions and refuses to drop it (makes your Would you love me if i were a worm ex cute by a long shot)

-Will perform experiments on you without your knowledge or consent

-Insists her pet snake shares your bed

-Freak in the streets and the sheets (the restraining order won't even go through cause she's in cahoots with half the Government)

-Definitely wanted for war crimes somewhere, the G in Geneva convention stands for Gaul

6. Lucky Flickerman

-A clown.

-His hair and skincare products take over the entire bathroom/vanity

-He can't dress to save his life, but he sure thinks he can

-Golden retriever boyfriend energy

-Steals your concealer, refuses to admit it

-Would you like to see a magic trick? What do you mean this is a serious fight, there's a quarter up your nose

-Impulsive buyer, has 13 snow globes of panem because they were on sale and looked shiny

-Even his pet thinks he's a dumbass

-Cries during movies

7. Tigris

-Yes she do the cooking, yes she do the cleaning

-Insecure about her appearance (critical, will cost you)

-Her family is a bunch of snobs

-Anything she touches turns into gold

-Her cousin can do no wrong, you have to accommodate everything for him or she'll die (and he never even visits, "just in case")

-Her grandmother is a package deal, I hope you like boomer propaganda and info commercials early on Sunday morning

-Empathetic asf

-Puts everyone's needs above hers (and unfortunately yours)

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necromelli · 5 months

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IMAGINE being in a relationship with both Finnick + Annie <33 all doting and loving and full of cuddles and kisses and warm summer days (fem!reader)

imagine you all are at the market and someone says something about crazy annie, not realizing that one of you could quickly usher annie away while the other tears the person a new one.

imagine annie making you all matching seashell necklaces. she spends forever on them while you and Finnick are swimming (she loves the water, but it's a bad day, and every time she got near it she cried). When you guys finally come back from swimming to rest, she presents them to you with the most prettiest, brightest smile you've ever seen.

Finnick is quick to give her a hug, kissing her cheek as thanks. He puts Annie's on her first, and then yours, and then you insist Annie puts Finnick's on. You weren't sure if you ever saw her so happy before. The smile was permanent for the rest of the day, and even as she slept.

Imagine how'd you all sleep together. Usually, Finnick's in the middle because of some rambling about how he 'needs his two girls'. And, so it's you and Annie cuddled up on either side of Finnick, his big hands touching both of you in some way, shape, or form. Finn's nightmares generally worsen if either of you are gone for the night for any reason.

Annie loves to bake, it's her favorite past time and it helps her mind, and so there's mornings where you and Finnick wake up to a huge breakfast. Sometimes she'll just get in the groove and she can't stop, but if that ever happens and there's leftovers, you'll all package the food up and bring them down to the workers in the market. (At least your favorite vendors who see Annie Cresta for Annie, and not 'crazy Annie')

When Annie is taken to the Capitol, Finnick realizes just how reliant you are on Annie being there. You guys are always taking care of her — and Finn knew he needed her like he needed air, but he never considered it for you. You're not eating, not sleeping, resisting the doctors. The only thing that soothes you is when Finnick plays with your hair and lets you hold Annie's picture. (He doesn't do it the same, but for a few minutes, you can pretend it's Annie's fingers in your hair and not finnick's)

The marriage propo kills you. Coin insists it's you and Finnick, because the Capitol loves you two. Annie is well, Annie, and they believe it would look better with only you. Annie is devastated, but she shoulders it like she does all her insults, and she insists with a smile. It's good for the rebellion, especially if it means we can make it home faster, she tells you. But you won't budge. It's either you all get married or Annie and Finnick get married. Coin finally settles on letting you all get married.

The day of the wedding, Annie is giddy (you are too) and you help her get dressed. You dote her in all sorts of kisses, extra careful with her because of what happened in the Capitol. She's just breathtakingly beautiful that you're crying and Annie's laughing so sweetly at you with her own tears. She gently brushes the tears away — you truly forgot how tender she could be — while fixing your makeup that got smudged. She kisses your nose and tells you she loves you.

And, when Finnick sees the two of you, he's nothing but the biggest smile you've ever seen. His dimples deep, eyes crinkled, teeth poking his lip. You and Annie are standing together, Finnick in front, and you're all holding hands. It's beautiful, really, and you couldn't be happier to be married to your two favorite people.

#odesta #technically #annie cresta x finnick odair #finnick odair #finnick x reader #annie cresta #annie cresta x reader

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cool-fancier · 5 months

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Love's Haunting Embrace

Synopsis: In a dream, pre-wedding excitement surrounds a couple deeply in love. Unexpectedly, a twist reveals a heartrending tale of enduring love and profound loss.

A/n: The story involves tender moments shared between the reader, her friends, and her beloved, Bada, within a heartfelt context.The story explores themes of love, anticipation, and emotional depth, leading to a surprising revelation.navigates the complexities of a profound loss and the dreamlike experience that surfaces within the reader’s subconscious.

Word count: 2K

The sunlight danced through the windows, painting the room in soft hues of morning. You sat in front of the vanity, nerves and excitement bubbling within you like an orchestra tuning up for a grand performance. Your hands trembled slightly as you carefully applied the finishing touches to your makeup, stealing glances at the intricate lace of your wedding gown hanging nearby.

Lusher, your best friend and confidante, bustled around the room, fussing over the tiniest details. "You look absolutely breathtaking," she gushed, adjusting a stray strand of your hair. "Bada won't know what hit her when she sees you."

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you tried to steady your racing heart. "I hope I won't trip walking down the aisle."

Tatter, another close friend, chuckled, fixing the final details on your gown. "Trust me, you'll glide down that aisle like a queen. You've got this!"

Meanwhile, in another room, Bada sat, surrounded by her own group of friends—Kyma, Minah, CheChe, and Sowoen. They fluttered around her, teasingly reassuring her and fawning over her beauty.

"You're going to knock Y/N off her feet," Kyma grinned, adjusting Bada's outfit.

Minah nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you look like the coolest bride ever!"

Bada's usually stoic facade cracked, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Stop it, guys. You're making me more nervous."

Back in your room, Lusher handed you a beautifully wrapped package. "A little something to calm your nerves." Inside was a small, handwritten note from Bada—a heartfelt message that instantly brought tears to your eyes. It was a reminder of the love that bound you together, a source of strength on this momentous day.

"You two are just the sweetest," you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear.

Tatter grinned mischievously. "Save the tears for when you say your vows. We don't want to ruin that flawless makeup."

Laughter filled the room, easing the tension that had been building up inside you. As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation grew, mingled with a mix of jittery excitement and heartfelt emotions.

In the adjoining room, Bada opened a similar package from you—a token of your love and a reminder that this day marked the beginning of a new chapter in your lives together. She read your heartfelt words, feeling a surge of warmth and determination. Her friends exchanged knowing smiles, understanding the depth of her emotions even without words.

As the moment drew closer, you stole a glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in every detail—the way your gown cascaded around you, the way your heart raced with a blend of nerves and happiness. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In her room, Bada stood before the mirror, straightening her tie with steady hands. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and love. The image reflected in the mirror wasn't just her in a suit; it was the embodiment of a promise—a promise to love and cherish you for eternity.

Amidst the flurry of emotions, your friends gathered around you, offering words of encouragement, sharing stories, and reminding you of the incredible journey that led to this moment.

"You two were made for each other," Lusher said, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

Tatter nodded in agreement. "You've weathered storms together. Today is the start of a beautiful calm."

Across the hall, Bada's friends echoed similar sentiments, assuring her that this day was meant to be a celebration of love, of the unbreakable bond between you and her.

"You're not alone in this, Bada," Kyma said softly. "We're all here for you, just as Y/N is."

Minutes later, the doors of the church creaked open, signaling the beginning of a momentous journey. With hearts full of love and a future brimming with promise, you and Bada stepped forward, ready to exchange vows that would bind your souls together in a sacred union.

As the music swelled and you took those final steps toward the altar, all nerves dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace. You locked eyes with Bada, and in that shared gaze, you found reassurance, love, and the unwavering certainty that this moment was meant to be—a moment destined to etch itself into the tapestry of your lives, forever cherished and remembered.

Bada, your beloved, stood opposite you, radiant in her wedding attire. Her eyes shimmered with joy and love, a reflection of the unspoken promises between you. Her smile, the one that always melted your worries away, was now a beacon of hope, promising a future of shared happiness.

As the ceremony progressed, your eyes remained locked with Bada's, each moment etching itself into your memory. The exchange of vows felt like an intimate confession of love and devotion, and the anticipation of the impending kiss filled the air with a mix of nerves and exhilaration.

"I now pronounce you partners for life. You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced with a smile, their voice resonating through the church.

You leaned in, ready to seal the vows with a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only you and Bada in this sacred moment.

Just as your lips were about to meet, a jolt ripped through your consciousness. The warmth of the church dissolved, and you were jolted awake, tears streaming down your face, your heart wrenching with a deep ache.

You sat up in bed, gasping for breath, staring at the empty space beside you. Reality crashed back with cruel force, shattering the fleeting dream that had felt so achingly real.

Bada had been your everything—your confidante, your love, your partner in every sense. But she had passed away years ago, leaving a chasm in your soul that time had failed to heal.

The dream had brought back a flood of memories—the laughter, the shared dreams, the countless moments of comfort in each other's embrace. But with that came the piercing reminder that she was gone, a reality that never seemed to dull no matter how much time had passed.

You reached for the pendant on your bedside table, a delicate silver chain that held a small, engraved heart—Bada's last gift to you before she left. Clutching it to your chest, you felt the weight of your grief press down on you, the pain as fresh as it had been the day she departed.

You met Bada years ago in the vibrant chaos of the city. Both of you were artists, drawn together by a shared passion for expressing the unspoken through your respective mediums.

Your love story unfolded like a masterpiece, filled with shared dreams, laughter, and the quiet comfort of companionship.

Bada's art was a reflection of her soul—powerful, raw, and evocative. She poured her emotions into her creations, each piece a testament to the depth of her experiences. You admired her strength, her ability to convey vulnerability through her work.

Your own art was more subtle, capturing the delicate nuances of life. In Bada's presence, your creativity flourished, intertwining with hers to create a symphony of expression that resonated beyond the canvas.

The two of you navigated the challenges of life as a united force, weathering storms together and reveling in the sunshine. When you faced the world hand in hand, everything seemed possible.

However, fate had other plans. Bada fell ill unexpectedly, a battle against an invisible enemy that neither of you saw coming. The once vibrant and strong woman now fought for each breath, her essence slipping away with every passing day.

— — — — — — —

Bada's illness was a sudden and unexpected intruder into the vibrant tapestry of her life. It began with subtle signs—fatigue that lingered longer than usual, a persistent cough that refused to fade, and an inexplicable loss of appetite. At first, both of you brushed it off as minor ailments, attributing them to stress or seasonal changes.

But as weeks passed, those seemingly harmless symptoms evolved into something far more ominous. Bada's energy waned, her once-lively spirit dimming like a flickering flame struggling against a relentless wind. A trip to the doctor uncovered a devastating truth—a rare and aggressive disease had taken root within her, stealthily weaving its web of destruction.

The diagnosis cast a shadow over your lives, shattering the illusion of invincibility that both of you had once held. Bada's illness progressed rapidly, defying treatment and leaving doctors grasping for solutions that seemed to slip through their fingers.

The vibrant hues of her artwork dulled, reflecting the toll the illness took on her spirit. Days blurred together, marked by hospital visits, treatments that brought temporary relief but never lasting reprieve, and the looming specter of an uncertain future.

For Bada, the hardest part wasn't just the physical toll but the emotional strain—the frustration of being unable to create, the fear of losing the essence of who she was, and the heart-wrenching realization that she might not see the dreams you both had woven together come to fruition.

As her condition deteriorated, the once-bustling home transformed into a silent sanctuary where hope warred with despair. You became her constant companion, holding her hand through sleepless nights and soothing her with whispered assurances that love would conquer all.

Yet, despite the unwavering love and support, the illness persisted, chipping away at the foundation of your shared existence. The treatments grew more desperate, the hospital stays longer, and the glimmers of hope grew fainter.

Then came that fateful winter night when the silent battle reached its devastating conclusion. Bada slipped away, leaving behind a void that could never be filled—a void that echoed with the unspoken dreams, unfinished artwork, and the love that refused to fade.

The illness that stole her away was not just a physical ailment; it was a relentless force that shattered lives, leaving behind shattered dreams and a profound sense of loss that lingered long after her physical presence had vanished. It was a reminder of life's fragility, a cruel reminder that sometimes, even the strongest love cannot withstand the ruthless grip of fate.

Bada had been the light that guided you through life's storms. Her laughter echoed in your memories, and the love you shared had been the anchor that kept you grounded. But fate had cruelly snatched her away, leaving you adrift in a world that felt empty without her.

Days melted into nights, yet the ache in your heart remained unyielding. Each morning felt like a battle, grappling with the painful reality of waking up alone. The world moved on, but for you, time had frozen in that moment of loss.

You sought solace in the memories, in the dreams where Bada felt so close, so vividly alive. In those fleeting moments, she was there, smiling and vibrant, just as she had been in life. But with every awakening, the truth crashed down anew, tearing open wounds that refused to heal.

Friends and family offered their support, trying to ease your pain, but their well-intentioned gestures only served as painful reminders of what you had lost. They couldn't fill the void left by Bada's absence.

In the depths of your despair, you found yourself seeking refuge in places that held memories of your time together. The park where you shared laughter, the cafe where you had your first date—their echoes were bittersweet, a testament to the love that had once filled your days.

Yet, despite the overwhelming grief, a part of you clung to the dream—the dream of that wedding day, the promise of a lifetime with Bada. It was a cruel trick of the mind, offering a glimpse of happiness before snatching it away, leaving you shattered each time.

As the days turned into months and the months into years, you carried the weight of your loss like an invisible burden. Life continued around you, but you felt trapped in a world that no longer held the same allure without Bada by your side.

But amid the anguish and the longing, a tiny spark of hope flickered within—a hope that one day, in some unknown realm or in the recesses of your dreams, you would find solace, find peace, and find Bada waiting for you, smiling that radiant smile that had once been your everything. Until then, you held onto the fragments of memories, treasuring every moment spent in the warmth of her love.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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I have a question about Musician! Eren and Y/N. What was their wedding like? Thanks

so I definitely feel like somebody asked me this before and I never got around to answering it but to simply put, it would be one big, giant house party!

now, they of course would go the traditional route with the ceremony, vows, inviting their friends and family..all of that. Of course, being the way they are, everything would have to be lavish and luxurious. So (y/n) would have a beautiful gown..something out of a fairy tale with a twenty inch long train that has to be carried. Because hello, you’ve been waiting your entire life for this moment. It would be hand sewn, custom made and costing in the upper thousands but worth every red cent. On the day of the ceremony, as you’re getting ready, you’d open a box with the words ‘To (y/n) inscribed on the top. Once you open it, it’s a beautiful hair clip, given to you by your grandmother; the woman who raised you..along with a handwritten letter. She had long since left this world but she saved that in case of the day that you’d become someone’s wife. She wanted to be with you on your special day, even if not in person. What made it even more so special..is that you figured it had been lost forever but your sweet Eren had tracked it down and made certain that it got to you before the big day. It took everything in you not to cry and ruin your makeup. You knew you were marrying the right man. The colors would probably be something along the lines of white and lavender or a beautiful burgundy. The bridesmaids dresses would be equally as top tier because you wouldn’t want your girls looking less gorgeous either. I feel like Eren would have the flyest suit known to man. Like some royal type shit..he’s about to get married to the love of his life? Best believe he’s putting that shit ON. From the diamond watch, the embellished shoes…everything. His boys aren’t looking any old way either. Everybody looks good as hell. As for the venue, it’d be stunning. Butterflies and beautiful scenery decorating the walls, light strewn everywhere and it’s a whole production. I feel as though there would be a film crew..not so much to televise but make sure every moment is captured and edited into a beautiful package later.

the song you choose to come down to is Back At One by Brian McKnight because it’s one of the first he ever did a cover too and you loved it.

the ceremony goes on as usual and let me say, when he sees you walking down the aisle,on your uncle’s arm..that man loses his mind. He’s crying before you can even get to him and you can’t hold it together when you see his face. This is literally the best day of his life. When you two finally join hands, it’s like no one else in the room. You can’t stop smiling at each other. When the pastor asks if anyone wants to object, he gives a side eye, wishing that somebody would and everybody starts laughing. “That’s what I thought. Continue, pastor.” When it’s time to read the vows, not a dry eye is in that building. You guys give the most beautiful, heartfelt confessions of love to one another that anyone has ever heard. The way he describes you is like perfect poetry. “I was never much into praying..feeling like there’s no way God would ever listen to a sinner like me. I didn’t deserve it. But I imagine when he created you, he had to hear my heart and know that you were everything I could’ve ever wished for.” No one’s ever spoken about you like that and you tell him just how much he means to you. How he is the best thing that ever happened in your life. “I never knew a love like this one even existed. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way about one person.” And he’s literally crying. Everything goes on and when the officiant says to kiss the bride, he pulls your veil off and tongues you down in front of everybody. (No shame).

the rest of the ceremony is amazing. From the first dance done to a song he recorded just for you two where he held you close to all of your friends telling embarrassing stories about the two of you. (and they’re on yalls asses because what else would besties do?) but they know that no two people deserve more happiness than you guys. After all these formalities are done…that’s when the fun begins!

by 9PM, all the parents, old folks and kids gotta go because it’s like LIV on a Saturday night. Bottles coming out, a DJ and it’s up. You and all the bridesmaids start throwing ass and the groom and his men are glad to catch it. None of that boujie shit! Half a million on this wedding, best believe y’all are showing out. Giving him a lap dance to Big Ole Freak to everybody dancing to Faneto by Chief Keef. It’s crazy. It’s so much fun and y’all are having a ball just like you did when you were best friends. It’s like an entire movie and you can’t believe you get to spend the rest of your life with someone who constantly makes you smile. Y’all party until the early AM and then it’s time for the honeymoon!

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Would you write about Austin and reader meeting in Vegas and drunkenly deciding to get married ?🥺 And them trying to work it out when they sober up because they obviously saw something in each other to want to get married in the first place? 🙏🏽

Hi babe!! Thanks for the request! Did I actually look up wedding packages in Vegas? Maybe.. ❤️

Austin had taken a trip to Vegas just to unwind and have a little fun after being so busy with award season and tons of interviews. He didn’t have much of a plan of what he wanted to do. So he figured maybe he’d just go down to the casino of the hotel he was staying at and maybe gamble a little bit even though he certainly was no gambler. He took a seat at one of the poker tables and order a drink as he began to play. A few people had recognized him right away and even offered to get him drinks which he thought was a riot. But he politely declined and offered them autographs instead before he got back to his game of poker that already wasn't looking too good for him.

You had come on a trip with some of your friends to Vegas and happened to be staying in the same hotel Austin was. It was your first time in Vegas and you had heard crazy stories of things people would get into, or just people running away to get married in Vegas so you had no idea what was in store for you the moment you got there. One thing for sure it definitely didn't disappoint and looked just like it did in the movies you've seen of Vegas. You were more than excited to experience all that it had to offer and you and your two other friends went up to your hotel room to get settled and to freshen up a little bit. You all figured you'd head down to the casino and maybe get a drink and play a slot machine here or there. The three of you were definitely not gamblers, but it was going to be fun anyway. By the time you got to your hotel rooms you got freshened up and got into some fresh clothes. You decide on wearing a tight little black dress with a pair of black heels. You did your hair up all nice and did your makeup. You didn't have plans on meeting a man but if it happened, you weren't opposed it.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

Once you were all ready you headed downstairs to the crowded casino where the ringing sounds of the slot machines could be heard throughout the entire floor. You looked around taking it all in and you were offered a drink by a waitress that was walking by and of course you weren't going to pass up a drink. You took it and began to slowly sip it as your friends got distracted by some slot machine game. So you stood there just looking around trying to decide on what to do. You slowly began to walk around making your way to the other part of the casino seeing an open spot at one of the poker tables and making your way over there and taking a seat beside the handsome gentlemen that you began to recognize after sharing a glance with him. You nearly froze and now out of the corner of your eye you could see him staring at you. Austin smirked to himself as he eyed you up and down and noticing the way that your dress clung to your curves.

"Hi." he said with a smile and you looked around for a moment not realizing that he was speaking to you. "Umm.. Hi." you smiled. "Do you know how to play poker? I'll be honest I'm doing terrible." he said with a chuckle. You laughed softly, shrugging your shoulders. "I may know a little bit.." you responded. He raised an eyebrow as his smile stayed plastered on his face. "Please give me some pointers." he said eagerly. "Well first.. Let's get some more drinks." you giggled and you flagged down a waitress and the two of you order a few drinks and as the night went on and the drinks continued to flow, you did your best to teach him how to play poker. But soon the alcohol was getting to you that neither of you knew what you were doing, but you couldn't stop giggling at every word that left his mouth. He just thought it was the cutest thing in the world. "H-How about we find somethin' else to play?" he said as his words came out slightly slurred. You nodded at his words and the two of you were already so comfortable with one another, but that could've just been the alcohol.

He slipped his arm around your waist as the two of you sorta stumbled over to your next destination and stopping right at the slot machines and he plopped right down into the seat and he pulled you into his lap and you didn't even try to stop him. "My good luck charm.." his words slurred as he chuckled. You furrowed your brow at him because the two of you were certainly not winning anything, you just giggled. "You don't even know my name.." you laughed. "You never told me.." he mumbled. "And I don't plan to.." you grinned and you could see his interest in you was even more piqued than before. The moment another waitress walked by the two of you order some more drinks, it was probably a good stopping point for the both of you if you had been thinking, but the night was only getting started and you certainly didn't want it to end. Eventually the two of you were so drunk you hadn't realized that you had left the hotel entirely and began walking or more like stumbling down the Vegas strip the two of you memorized by all the bright lights, oohing and ahhing drunkenly as you walked arm and arm. Austin glanced over at you, smiling and just thinking that you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his hazy eyes on.

You glanced up at him to see him smiling at you and you smiled back. You had to admit that you felt a closeness to him despite being so drunk. But something about him made you feel good and it's the way you felt so comfortable with him to let loose like this. As you were about to say something you began to hiccup from all the alcohol you had consumed and he laughed softly. "Will you tell me your name now?" his words nearly incoherent as his eyes glossed over. "No- Hiccup.. pe!" you giggled, continuing to hiccup. He grinned and shook his head as stopped you and he held onto you as you swayed. The two of you staring at one another until he made a bold move and leaned down to crash his lips against yours. Your hiccups coming out muffled against his lips, which only made him just as giggly as you were as you both kissed. He pulled back some almost falling back until you clutched onto him. "I-I have a crazy idea! Let's get married!" he shouted drunkenly on the sidewalk. He had his mind made up that you were the one for him. His good luck charm he met at the poker table.

You were stunned but he truly couldn't tell because much like his eyes yours were even more glossed over and you couldn't stop giggling at his wild idea that didn't seem to crazy in the moment, in fact you thought it was the greatest idea. "Where's my ring, mister?" your words slurred. "Oh.. Hm.." he hummed, looking around and seeing a pawn shop across the street. "Come on!" he shouted, grabbing your hand the two of you remarkably made it across the street unharmed as you rushed into the pawn shop. "One engagement ring, pleaseeee!" Austin exclaimed. You excited held onto his arm. The man behind the counter raised eyebrow and shook his head as he already knew what was happening, it was Vegas after all. He brought out a few rings he had on display and set them on the counter for the two of you to look at. "We're getting- Hiccup.. married! He just- hiccup.. asked me!" you giggled excitedly. The man just nodded not having the slightest emotion to your words.

Austin grabbed your hand and tested a few different rings on your ring finger to see how they looked until he found the perfect one. "Whatadya think, baby?" he grinned. Your eyes were hazy and everything seemed so blurry as you glanced down at your hand seeing the ring. "Perfect... HICCUP." you beamed. Austin quickly searched his pockets for his wallet and slapping a good amount of cash onto the counter before two of you headed out excitedly but not before he grabbed a brochure that listed a few close by chapels. You slipped your arms around his looking up at him with a smile as he looked through the brochure but it was taking him much longer than usual to read something because everything was so blurry and then he looked up and started to do his best to flag down a taxi and once he had it was a scene seeing the two of you trying to get into the taxi and Austin handed the man the brochure. "Take us to any of these, please." his words slurred.

The both of you were a giggly mess in the backseat of the taxi but your hiccups had finally gone away and you sat there staring at the ring on your finger. The taxi driver finally arrived at the first chapel that was listed on the brochure and Austin paid him before the two of you hopped out of the taxi and hurried into the chapel and you were met by the employee who suggested different wedding packages to you. You thought it would be funny since he played Elvis to do the Viva Elvis package and him being completely out of his mind agreed and that night the two of you were married by an Elvis impersonator, though neither of you remembered much of the vows or anything else from that moment or even the drive back to the hotel where you ended up in his hotel room. You stumbled around in the dark a bit as you embraced each other, kicking off your heels as his lips crashed against yours and you kissed him deeply, he slipped out of his shoes as his hand was fumbling around behind you trying to find the light switch and when he finally did he smiled at the sight of you.

You pulled back from him smirking as you slipped your dress off and he watched you, biting down on his bottom lip. You let out a soft giggle as you grabbed onto his belt tugging him toward you and his arms slipped around your waist pressing you up against him as his lips captured yours again in a soft and sloppy kiss as he walked you backwards toward the bed the two of nearly falling on top of each other. Once he had you back up against the bed you plopped down onto it and slowly unbuckling his belt and helping him out of his pants and he quickly removed his shirt tossing it on the floor with the rest of his clothes and you climbed further onto the bed and he followed right behind you as he climbed on top of you. The two of you stared at one another for a moment in your drunken haze and you cupped his face in your hands. "You gonna tell me your name now?" he mumbled with a soft chuckle. "Since we're married I guess so.. It's Y/N." you giggled. He grinned. "Beautiful.. Just like you." he mumbled incoherently. You smiled and didn't say a word before you started kissing him deeply and slowly, brushing your fingers against his face and you could feel his hands running along the curves of your body before he eagerly removed your panties and you spread your legs open, wrapping them around his waist and trapping him between them.

He pulled back from your lips to kiss along your jaw and down to your neck as his hands ran along your thighs that squeezed tight around him. You chewed on your bottom lip at the feeling of his soft hands caressing you. He reached down to tug his boxers down and you inhaled sharply as you felt how hard he was against you and you gasped loudly when you felt him guide his cock inside of you and he groaned against your ear feeling how tight you were around him as he tried to push himself inside of you further and your hands hand down along his arms, squeezing at them tight as you felt him forcing you open and you let out a shaky moan as your nails dug into his biceps once he had finally bottomed out inside of you. "F-Fuck.." he groaned into your ear. His hands grasped onto your thighs with such a tight hold as he began to thrust his hips into yours, slamming his cock inside of you, forcing you to adjust to the size of him. You moaned softly, slipping your arms around his torso and holding him close to you as his movements grew faster and he slammed harder into you and his lips kissed along your neck leaving his mark on you as he sucked on your soft flesh and you tilted your head back against the pillows, moaning louder as your eyes rolled back.

But he was drunk that he was not lasting long at all and the moment he slammed into you once again he could already feel his orgasm building and his breathing was so heavy and hitched as his body trembled and bucked against you and before he knew what was happening you could already feel ropes of his warm cum spurting inside of you and coating your insides and he let out loud grunt as his movements came to a slow stop once he had finished. He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so drunk and you'd be disappointed because you hadn't gotten a chance to cum, if you weren't so drunk. But to the both of you that was the best sex of your life. He pulled out of you and collapsed against the bed beside you and passing out the moment. You tugged the blankets over yourself and eventually passing out as well.

The morning passed by quick and you didn't wake up until early in the afternoon. Everything from last night was like a distant memory and your head hurt so bad. You hadn't realized that you weren't in your room so when you turned over to see Austin beside of you, it nearly scared you, but you remembered him from the poker table, but not much else after that and you quickly looked down to see you were naked and you covered your face with your hands, trying to figure out what the hell happened last night and then you noticed something that wasn't there before and it was a ring on your finger. "No.." you whispered to yourself and you pulled your hand back to see that it was an engagement ring and a wedding band. You glanced back over at Austin who was now waking up just as groggy and confused as you, but he recognized you right away his 'good luck charm' from last night and he remembered a few moments from last night and he smiled. You didn't say a word when the two of you made eye contact. "Did we.. Y'know??" he mumbled tiredly. You nodded your head slowly. "I think we also got married.." you said hesitantly, showing him your hand.

His eyes widen at the sight and he looked down at his own hand to see a wedding band on his finger, which made him laugh. "Do you remember anything? My memory is super foggy on the details.." you asked him. "I remember the poker table and us walking down the strip. I also remember you being the most beautiful woman I laid eyes on.." he mumbled. You still managed to blush at his words even though you were in shock. You clenched your jaw as you swallowed harshly, you wanted to have a great time in Vegas but never expected it to start off with you getting married to a total stranger who also happened to be Austin Butler. You sat up now, keeping yourself covered with the blankets. "I should probably go and we should maybe think about getting divorced.." you whispered. "Divorced? Why on earth would we do that? We got married for a reason. I may not remember a lot from last night but I remember how I felt about you." he said as he slowly sat up, rubbing his head. You knew exactly what he was talking about because you had felt the same way about him, but all you could think about is how it would look with you marrying someone you hardly knew.

"Don't go.. Didn't you feel the spark I felt?" he says softly. "I.. I- Yeah, but don't you think being married after one night of meeting is a bit insane?" you said feeling crazy even just saying it. "I don't think so.. We had a connect and I still feel that connection with you." he said as he reached over to grab one of your hands, taking it into his. "What's the worse that could happen if we stayed married and just got to know each other better? It's not how people usually do things, but hey, here we are." he chuckled softly. Deep down part of you could understand what he was talking about because you certainly had feelings for him that you had never felt before with anyone and though your memory was foggy that feeling was one of the things you could remember from last night. There are worse things in the world and maybe he was right that the two of you got married for a reason that you don't fully understand yet. He could be the one in such a crazy turn of events and you would regret not exploring what the two of you may have with one another. You took a deep breath and nodded your head slowly. "Okay, I guess we can see where this goes.." you said softly.

He smiled widely at your words and he leaned over to kiss your lips softly and the familiar feeling of his lips washed over you and a smile formed on your face and you glanced down at your rings, shaking your head at how crazy this all was to you. You certainly weren't sure what to expect staying married to him but one thing you did know for sure was that you had deep feelings for this man that you couldn't explain. But you saw something in each other to want to get married in the first place and you were nervous to explore what exactly that something was but there was no denying the butterflies you felt in your stomach being around him.

It sounds like this needs a part two.. 👀

@purejasmine

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 8 months

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I do not know how to make the second chapter of the yandere Human Miles Quaritch x Female Human Reader when she is assigned to his team as a scientist. But here is one scene of the later chapters I am testing.

Ever since you were assigned to work under the Colonel, things have been smoother. The Avatar Research Program got more medicine, computers, and school supplies for the Navis.

Grace seemed to have no more stress and reduced her smoking habits. The science cafeteria got fresh meat like the soldiers cafeteria.

The Colonel was a kind man. He was tough and strict but fair. You could tell he took care of whoever is under him. Like a teacher.

And a father. Your father sadly committed suicide after your mother died. He was madly in love with her. Your mother died from murder. She was so beautiful that her stalker was insane and wanted her body to be buried next to his. He killed your mother and then shot himself.

It traumatized you. You had to take sleeping and depression pills ever since.

Today was your day off and sadly, you couldn't enjoy it.

You were on your period!

First day too.

Your first two days of your period were awful. Then by the third day it would be smooth and you would feel nothing. You would just leak blood for a week then your period will be over.

So, you ate a small meal and took Tylenol pills and hot coffee. But you were running out of pads. You decided to go to the supply store to buy more.

After showering and putting on a jumbo thick pad, you went to the supply store. You got more pain killers and pads and some vaginal lotion.

Like the clumsy girl you were, you bumped into something hard and fell on your ass on the floor.

Or someone hard.

"are you okay, Name?"

You looked up to see the Colonel of all people. He towered over you you saw that your items were scattered from your brown bag. Your face turned red.

"I'm fine, Colonel." You tried to collect the pad packet but the Colonel crouched down on his knees and grabbed it. You accidently touched his hand while reaching for the pads. You retracted it immediately.

The Colonel smirked and handed your pad package to you.

"thank you." You bit your lips.

The Colonel stood up and grabbed your forearm and gently made you stand up.

"Today is your day off, I thought I should take you out for dinner."

You blinked. A man asked you out for he first time. A date?

"Thank you, Colonel. But people will get the wrong idea if I go with you."

You noticed the stares and whispers. There was a rumor that you slept with the Colonel to get money for the program.

And that Grace begged you to prostitute yourself to the colonel.

The Colonel raised a wrinkled eyebrow. "What wrong idea?" He sounded amused.

You blushed and said nevermind.

The man snickered and shook his head. He ruffled your head. "I will meet you at the Marine bar at seven." He left without you giving him an answer.

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You looked over your closet and frowned. Your Grandfather made sure you took some citizen dresses. He encouraged you to date since you never dated in the past and was a new adult. You were a hopeless romantic. And wanted a man and not a boy to date.

An adult man to date and not teenagers. So you waited for true love. You loved the idea of a virgin on a wedding night. Sounded romantic.

So, you had no experience. You decided to dress in a tube top dress that is shiny with sequins all over. And it was dark teal. Your favorite color.

You decided to do a half up half down hair updo. And with your long and shiny hair. It looked so good that it looked like a wig. But wigs were not allowed at the base.

Being a natural beauty, you never needed makeup. But you put green and gold eyeshadow and with your plump lips already blood red and pink cheeks you were ready to go.

You put on a black jacket to avoid attention and quickly walked to the Marine bar. You ignored some stares and went to the room. It was empty. Were you in the right place?

Your eyes were confused. Maybe you should leave and you turned around to the door but the Colonel came

He was wearing khaki pants with black loafers and a white collared shirt and a tie. A handsome professor. Just no jacket.

"you made it. I thought you got lost and wouldn't find this place." He smiled.

You smiled back. He came up to you and immediately took off your jacket. You blushed when you felt his eyes on your exposed shoulders.

"pretty dress." He hung your jacket.

"thank you, Colonel."

The said man took your hand and led you to a table. It had a candle.

You sat and he just stared. You felt insecure. Like he was studying you. What must you say?

"are you nervous?" He grinned. He was teasing you.

After saying yes he leaned in with his elbows on the table. He asked why and you explained this was your first date.

He had an odd expression. Was he happy? Why did he care?

He noticed your confused look and then he changed the subject.

"I talked to Selfridge today."

You looked at him seriously.

"he wants you to make written reports of Grace's school with the Navis."

You nodded and smiled. You assured him you can do it.

The Colonel solemnly nodded. He was lost in thought. You wondered what he was thinking.

"Colonel, do hate the Navis?"

That question seemed to have caught him off guard. He shook his head. "I don't trust them. They attacked me many times."

You didn't believe his words. You decided to drop it.

It was awkwardly silent and you bit your lips in nervousness.

Then some bartender came and placed a drink in front of you

You blinked in fear.

"what's wrong?"

You looked and explained how you are underage to drink and besides your religion forbade alcohol.

He pursued his lips. He then called the bartender and whispered to his ear.

The drink was taken away.

"I'm sorry, Colonel. I didn't mean to ruin your mood."

He waved it off. "Don't be uncomfortable around me. I take care of my own. It's my job to not put you in danger."

You smiled and thanked him. He smiled back. His eyes crinkled and eyes shined.

The bartender came with another drink? You were confused. The Colonel then explained this was a non alcoholic beer.

"non alcoholic beer? I didn't know there was such thing."

The Colonel smirked. "It's not new in earth."

The rest of the date went smooth. He asked you how you knew Grace and your talent in cooking international dishes.

He seemed interested in domestic stuff. It was so unlike him. You assumed he was Interested in sports.

You asked about him.

He explained how he went on tours around the world. Nigeria, Afghanistan, Iran and more.

You smiled and was fascinated.

"you must have came to Pandora because earth battles were too easy." You nodded

He raised a brow as if he was impressed. He nodded. "yes. It was too boring on earth."

Suddenly, you felt a cramp stab your gut. You gave him a tight smile and crossed your legs over your leaking cunt hard.

The colonel noticed you acting weird. As if you were in pain. He knew that look. He was prone to violence over his enemies.

But then he remembered the encounter earlier and your bought items.

Poor thing. Trying to play it off. It was cute. He smiled in amusement.

He stood from his seat and grabbed your hand. He led you to a staircase.

"trust me." He walked in front of you and led you to a balcony protected by a dome.

The stars and moon of Pandora shone

How ethereal.

Best of all, so many plants were inside this balcony.

"wow. What is this place?" You looked at your right shoulder towards the Colonel

He explained this was the balcony where the chefs would take vegetables and fruits for cooking.

He gave you permission to use it for cooking. You thanked him.

You went back to stargazing.

You were so did distracted that you didn't see the Colonel studying your face under the eclipsed moon.

Fuck. How he wished you would pet him fuck you. He fucked women by force. Rape. In war zones. But, since he was serious about you. He didn't want to scare you or make you hate him.

He watched you leave your room and go to the supply store. He purposely bumped into you.

It was cute seeing you fall on your ass. So weak and pathetic. He felt dominant.

And when you accidentally touched his hand trying to pick up your items on the floor. He felt electricity going through him and a delicious chill down his spine.

He wondered what a kiss from you will do

You drove him crazy. He immediately masturbated after ordering you to meet him for the date.

He was mad he wasted his seed. He will have to punish you later for that. You were torturing him.

And then your lovely dress. He wanted to rip off t off of your body. No. If got his pocket knife and sliced it open. He liked that more.

But sadly, you were on your period.

Not tonight.

He took your hand and led you to your room. He walked in with you. He told you to change to your pajamas. You did. And to your surprise, he tucked you in bed;

You blushed and looked up. The Colonel hovered over you. Both arms between your head. He leaves down and kissed your forehead. He then left without a word.

For some reason, you wished he kissed you in the lips instead.

The colonel was in a better mood the next morning. He did more weight lifting and push ups. He felt young again. He felt as if his parents were alive. Hopeful and energetic. He wondered what will happen on the next date.

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Til The End Of Time

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

Find All Parts Here

Final part of Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

A/N: Thank you to all of you that read this little mini series! I'm so glad and so incredibly grateful that you've enjoyed it. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this final part! 💕

“Oh, it will not be long love, till our wedding day...”

These are the lyrics that you wake to. Smiling, you sit up in bed and stretch. Today’s the day. Today is your wedding day.

A few moments later, Josh walks in with a cup of your favorite tea and a chocolate croissant in hand.

“Good morning love of mine.” He says, handing you your breakfast.

“Good morning sunshine. Love the Fairport Convention serenade by the way.” You say with a wink.

“I thought it was fitting and not as cheesy as ‘Going’ To The Chapel’, which was my second choice.” He smiles.

You chuckle and the two of you sit and enjoy each other’s presence until it’s time to get up and head over to the venue. Once the two of you arrived, you headed in separate directions. Him to his brothers, and you to the bridal suite.

You and your bridesmaids and bridesman chat and have a little champagne while you get your hair and makeup done. They all chose their own dresses and suits, all of them beautiful jewel tones in velvets, satins and other textures. They were all cohesive with one another and matching the groomsmen that would walk them down the aisle.

As they all got dressed in the lounge area of the suite, you went into your private room to finish getting ready. Sitting at the vanity, you put on your sunburst earrings and necklace. Touching your necklace you smile at the memory of Josh getting you the matching necklace to his own. You had always admired it and one day while he was on tour, a package came for you. Inside was the necklace and a note that said, “So I’m always with you, no matter where I am.”

As you slipped on your dress, you began to feel butterflies. You were so happy and so excited. It felt like this was a long time coming and now you’re finally here.

Stepping out of your room, all of your friends oohed and aahed. Everyone commented on how gorgeous you looked.

“Joshua is going to pass out. I can tell you right now, it’s going to happen.” Ronnie says.

Laughing you say, “Well, hopefully Jake will catch him and get him standing back up in time.”

Before you knew it, it was time to go. Walking through the venue, you couldn’t stop smiling. You had never been more ready or more sure in your life. This is exactly how it was supposed to be. You were marrying the love of your life and your very best of friends.

Suddenly you hear Baby I’m Yours by Cass Elliot begin to play outside. That was the cue. All of your bridesmaids and bridesman begin their walk out of the doors and down the aisle. As the words, “Baby, I’m yours ‘til the stars fall from sky…'' begin to play, you step out.

As soon as Josh sees you, everyone and everything melts away. He watches with tears and a smile as his vision in white makes her way to him. As you step up to him, your smile gets even bigger and you say, “Hey sunshine.”

As the ceremony begins, you turn to your maid of honor and she takes your bouquet. When you turn back to him, Josh takes both of your hands rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. The two of you lovingly stare at one another as the ceremony proceeds. The vows the two of you made were loving and tender. Each making the other cry.

The two of you each promised to nurture one another, help each other grow both together and within in themselves and to love one another...

“Until the end of time.”

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