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[walter-boswell428]

Sunshine and Smiles - Connections (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1252325793-sunshine-and-smiles-connections?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=WallyBoswell&wp_originator=GUo%2FMFqOQVGc5R4ofawC19%2B6rURHHaC7M9yOwPd5N%2BlqORwReWgqVyP51evgXWNhzCHdduVCkGf29ovx8W7nhIp2pHoUE9n2EGo5L%2F7nF%2BXtU5uWjD709P5TPfjJairM Reader Request, thanks @Dee15110. Lena is getting married, not to Kara. Harley just wants to talk. Is it possible? We'll see.

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[s3xiel4ss]

My Daddy

Pairing: Sully Family x Sully!Reader, Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

Requested: no

Summary: After a run in with Avatar’s, your dad says somethings he probably shouldn’t have said and you respond to those things in an unhealthy way

Warnings: Knife mention, talks about slitting throat, 

NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: it was so hard not putting “y’all”. Also tell me why i got butterflies making Jake say “babygirl”/srs.

NOT PROOFREAD, NOT MY GIF CREDS TO WHO MADE IT

You had to be the parent when Neteyam or your parents weren’t there. So when Lo’ak runs off with most the family, you’re the one responsible for anything that happens. So despite you’re protests you have to follow everyone, everyone being: Lo’ak, Kiri, Spider, and of course, Tuk. You had Tuk stay closest with you practically the whole time. 

“Bro,” Spider said, “It’s the place where my dad and your dad fought” while they all ran over there.

“No, don’t go ove-” you were cut off by female and male voices from around. 

They were walking up to the tiny building, they looked like Omaticaya, but they were in full camo. 

“Lo’ak contact dad” you said, “Everyone else, Don’t. Move.” 

Lo’ak nodded then after he finished speaking he told us dad said to get out of there. 

So we started going back the way we came. 

“Mom and Dad are going to kill you when we go back you know that right?” Kiri said while we walked. 

“Kiri, not now” you replied Sternly. 

“Guys come on it’s almost Eclipse!” Tuk exclaimed while going far ahead, too far ahead. 

A high-pitched scream is all that's heard before your senses kick back in, those avatar were holding you all. 

You gave the guy with a buzz cut and camo a dirty stare, you knew he was Quaritch. The way he smirked, remembering how your dad described his looks, he was identical. He was just your race now, or at least looked the part. 

He looked at you than your hands. He said with a horrific smirk, “You’re one of his aren’t ya?” 

He then demanded you all to show your hands while each Avatar was holding all of you tight. When he went to Lo’ak and demanded him, you prayed to Eywa he wouldn’t do anything remotely stupid, but of course he did. He flipped the Avatar off. 

“You’re definitely one of his” he mumbled with an annoying chuckle. 

He goes over to Spider, the one that looked human. They had a conversation but you could not concentrate on it. You instead multi-tasked. 

You prayed to Eywa your parents were here and that everyone would get out of here safely, and you watched your siblings. Their body language, what they were saying or doing. Tuk was terrified and upset, most definitely tired as well. Kiri had her eyes closed whispering something, guessing she was praying to Eywa as well. While Lo’ak was giving the Avatar on him absolute attitude, which if your parents didn’t come in that moment you’re sure he would’ve had his throat slit. 

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Once you all got “home”, you were prepared to get yelled at. 

Tuk still terrified, walked with your mother to go to sleep. You and Lo’ak standing there ready for your dad to scream at you two. He decided to let Kiri off the hook, knowing she wouldn't have ‘wanted’ to do this, also knowing about what happened to Spider.

“What were you two thinking?! You know that the old battlegrounds are specifically off limit for a reason! Not only that but you brought Tuk?!” He screeched at the both of you. 

“Sir, I take full responsibility of what happened. It was irresponsible of me to do so.” you calmly responded. 

“Yes! It is most of your fault what happened out there! it is your responsibility to watch your younger siblings when no one else is there! Not only that but allowing them to bring Tuk as well?! As well as your siblings put under a knife under your watch?! I’m disappointed in you Y/n. You’re grounded from flying for three months. Go to bed” He yelled at you. 

You headed to bed, repeating what he said in your mind, during this though you heard less angry muffled yelling at Lo’ak. You fell asleep repeating what he said in your mind over and over. 

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In the morning you didn’t remember everything he said. The only thing repeating was “I’m disappointed in you”. You couldn’t get it out of your head. You know what you did was wrong, but you’re father has never said that to you before. It made you feel horrible. You weren’t hungry in the morning. You didn’t sit at the table, not wanting to face your dad again after the events of last night. 

You were lying in bed when you heard footsteps.

 “Go away, I want to be alone.” you groaned.

“Sister, you did the best you could at protecting them. Kiri told me the full story” He calmy told you. 

You turned to face him, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Neteyam, I put my siblings, Tuk especially, at risk! It is my fault they were held under a blade.” You replied with a shaky voice, “Could you please leave me brother..? I would like to be alone”

And he did just that. A couple hours later, you heard footsteps again.

“Neteyam. I still would like to be left alone.” You said slightly annoyed.

“Will you talk to me, baby girl?” Jake responded. 

Your eyes widened, before turning over to your dad, you wiped your leaked tears from your face. You then face your father. 

He takes that as an invitation to come over, “You wanna talk?” 

Your eyes start to well again. “I’m sorry that I’m such a disappointment to you dad” you say apologetically to him. Your tears starting to escape you. 

“oh baby girl, no your not a disappointment. Yesterday, I had some said things I probably shouldn’t have to you and your brother. I was just scared and angry and took out on you.” He explained, “I could never be disappointed in you baby.”

“I love you daddy” you said while hugging him. 

He hugged you back,  “I love you too sweetheart, now come on let’s get you something to eat”. 

#sully! daughter #im finally feeding y'all #jake sully x daughter!reader #this story got changed so many damn times lmao #jake sully is such a dilf. #neteyam x twin!reader #btw reader is neteyams younger twin. Prolly by like a day but thats why "younger older sibling: #im such an idiot genius #dilf jake sully #didn't even use the queue either

[bangtanmix73]

“You Found Me” Paul Lahote x reader

Request: @simply-kylie​  I’ve just lately I’ve really been into the song “You Found Me” by the Fray and I just I feel like it could possibly be like a good song imagine request for a Paul Lahote one

A/n: This took me way longer than necessary, I apologize.

Warnings: Angst (?) with a happy ending, song fic (sort of), Paul and his anger issues, overthinking, anxiety if you squint, a little humor, my writing

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I found God on the corner of First and Amistad Where the west was all but won All alone, smoking his last cigarette I said, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything"

“Paul, I know you’re upset, but I have no choice in this.” You attempted to console Paul. You knew this hurt him as it hurt you too.

“You could tell them you don’t want to go, that you want to stay here, with us, with me.” Paul tried to convince you to stay in Washington. Your family was moving to Florida, you didn’t know if it was permanent or temporary, but saying goodbye still hurt.

“I'm only 14, they’re not going to listen to me.” You knew trying to persuade your parents futile, the hard part was getting Paul to see that.

“Y/N, let's go.” You winced when you heard your mother call you from the moving truck.

“You’re not willing to try? For any of your friends?” Paul looked betrayed, his overthinking and anger issues getting the better of him.

“That’s not-” As soon as you started, you were interrupted by the boy standing in front of you.

“All I’m getting from this is you’re not willing to try for your friends.” He continued to jump to conclusions.

“Paul, I can’t. We are already packed up and everything is in the truck. It’s not like they would listen anyway.” You felt tears swell up in your eyes. “I have to go.” Your voice cracked. He looked as hurt as you felt.

“Don’t call. Goodbye, Y/n.” Paul stomped off in the direction he came from. While you wanted to follow and make things right, your parents you calling to get in the car from behind you.

That was 3 years ago. You are now 17. Despite the want to fix everything with Paul, you respected his wishes and never called. You think back to that day a lot, thinking of all the ways that you could’ve said to make it go better.

Where were you when everything was fallin' apart? All my days were spent by the telephone That never rang and all I needed was a call That never came to the corner of First and Amistad

You were on your way back to La Push, Washington. Your parents didn’t like Florida and decided to move back. It wasn’t as hard on you, emotionally, going back to Washington. You didn’t make very many friends in Florida; the ones you did make, you weren’t close with.

Pulling back into your old driveway, you sighed, dreading all the unpacking you had to do. Your father’s car pulled in beside you while your mother parked the moving truck behind your father.

Sighing again, you got out of your car. Might as well get this started, you thought.

--

Later that day, you finished unpacking your room. You had opted to decorate it during the week whenever you felt like it. You had gone on a walk afterwards, to clear your head.

Despite the need to clear your thoughts, they clouded your mind, only worse now that you were alone. You wanted to see Paul. You had missed him so much. You still considered him your childhood best friend after all.

Then came the overthinking. If you visited him, would he be happy to see you again? Would he be angry at you? Would he laugh or slam the door in your face?

Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded

Lost in these probing thoughts, you found yourself at the Lahote house.  Lost in your thoughts, your feet led you to his house. How cliché.

Weighing your options, you decided to take the leap and do it. Like they always say, ‘the worst that could happen is they say no’. Although, in the back of your mind, you knew much worse could happen.

You treaded up the stairs of the porch, to their door. Mentally hyping yourself up. You raised your hand up, hesitating a bit. Here goes nothing.  

And you knocked.

Once. Twice. Then, a final time.

You let your hand fall down to your side.

Now came the antagonizing anticipation. With any luck, no one would answer, and you could go home and forget you ever thought about doing this.

But luck wasn’t on your side. Your heartbeat sped up as the door swung open and revealed Paul.

He had changed a lot in the past 3 years. He got taller, at least 6’0, and he got buff like buff. Is he on steroids?

Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me

Paul stood frozen as he looked at you. Guess he was just as shocked to see you as you were him.

You just stared back awkwardly until you realized you were going to have to say something first.

“Hi, Paul,” You whispered, albeit loud enough for him to hear. This seemed to snap him out of his trance.

“You came back?” He whispered back in astonishment. “I... I didn’t think you were going to come back.”

In the end, everyone ends up alone Losin' her, the only one who's ever known Who I am, who I'm not, and who I wanna be No way to know how long she will be next to me

“Yeah, to be honest, I didn’t think so either.” You started, “We just got back today, and I thought ‘why not give an old friend a visit?’.” You looked down, taking a deep breath before looking back up at him. “I missed you.”

“Not enough to call or at least send letters.” Paul shot back, bitterly.

“You said not to.” You responded quietly.

“You knew not to take anything I say while angry literally, or I thought you did.” He said, mumbling the last part.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve at least tried.” You replied, acknowledging your mistake. If you were being honest, you never saw it this way and you now knew you should’ve tried.

Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin' on the floor Surrounded, surrounded

Paul stepped forward, embracing you in a little too warm, but welcome nonetheless, hug. The amount of warmth radiating off of him was concerning, but you opted to mind your business. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his waist the best you could.

“I missed you too.” He mumbled into your shoulder.

You stayed like that for a good minute, basking in each other's presence, afraid you’d lose the other again if you let go.

Paul was the first to pull away. Not far though, you still had your arms wrapped around each other.

“Do you want to come in? Dad won’t be home until tomorrow.” He offered.

“At least take me on a date first, Lahote.” You joked. Paul laughed, shaking his head.

“Good to know you haven’t changed much.” He let go of you. You let your arms fall down to your sides.

You grinned, “Yes, I’ll come in.”

Paul nodded, stepping aside to allow you in. You walked in, looking around. Everything still looked the same as 3 years ago.

Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me

Paul walked towards the living room with you trailing behind him. You sat on one end of the couch, him on the other side, facing each other.

“I tried to call, you know.” You looked up at him.

“I never got it.” You responded.

“You probably did. It was just a new phone number.” You giggled.

“Paul, you know I don’t answer unknown numbers. You should’ve left a voicemail or something.” You quipped.

“Yeah, should’ve known better.” He snickered.

Early mornin', the city breaks I've been callin' for years and years and years and years And you never left me no messages, you never sent me no letters You got some kind of nerve, takin' all I want

You spent hours catching up. You told him about Florida and how crazy it was. Paul informed you that your friend group had gone separate ways shortly after you left. He wasn’t completely left alone. About a year ago, he made friends with Sam Uley and Jared Cameron. Since then, more had joined their group.

When you had decided to go home, Paul offered to drive you. He didn’t want you walking alone. Apparently while you were gone, Forks’ crime rate went up.

“If you aren’t doing anything tomorrow, do you want to come meet my friends?” He asked, parking in your driveway.

“Sure, I’d love to. As long they remember I’m the original.” You teased causing him to laugh.

“I’m sure you’ll remind them.” Paul poked back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, P.” You climbed out of his truck. You closed the door and headed into the house.

You found me, you found me Why'd you have to wait To find me? To find me

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight wolfpack #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #twilight wolfpack imagine #twilight wolfpack x reader #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader

[makethatelevenrings]

Shame // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested: Yes!

Warnings: vaginismus! painful intercourse! emotional outbursts! a lot of swearing! discussion of sex but no actual depiction of it so minors you’re permitted but ur on thin fucking ice, discussion of safe sex practices

Summary: Sometimes, your body doesn’t want to work during sex. People assure you that it’s normal, but the shame still causes you to lash out sometimes, hurting the person you love the most.

A/N: gotham knights jason is absolute babygirl and if u don’t want to *dolphin noises, car crash screech, tornado siren* him, then ur a coward (/j) but that leaves more for me ;)

“It’s normal,” your OBGYN had assured you. “And it happens. You don’t need to feel ashamed by it.”

But you can’t help the tears that burn at the back of your eyes when Jason first starts to press into you and it burns. It wasn’t the first time the two of you had fucked. Hell, it wasn’t even the tenth time. Having dated for three years, the two of you had fucked like rabbits many, many times. But sometimes, your body just didn’t want to, despite the fact that your mind was all for it.

Jason seemed to notice that you were tighter than normal and he drew back slightly before thrusting in again. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, but you refused to tell him to stop. It would get easier the more he worked you open, right? Your OBGYN told you that in these cases, it was best to just rest for the night but-

A whimper escaped you as he rolled his hips and tears of pain built in your eyes. Jason’s harsh breaths grated on your ears and suddenly, it all became too much. You couldn’t do this. It hurt like a bitch.

“Blueberry,” you gasped out.

Jason slid out without question and immediately stood as you curled in on yourself, knees drawn up to your chest to guard yourself from the world. You rested your forehead on your knees and then let out a broken sob.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you cried.

“What’s wrong?” Despite being the scourge of the Gotham underground and a tank of a man, Jason sounded terrified in that moment. He kneeled down next to the bed and stretched a hand out towards you but you flinched back. Hurt flickered in his eyes and you instantly wished that you weren’t such a fuck up.

“Baby, you used the safe word. Please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded. Jason Todd, the strongest man you knew, was on his knees and begging.

“I’m sorry. It hurt. I couldn’t…it wouldn’t fucking relax and I ruined everything.” Hot tears spilled down your cheeks and you inhaled sharply through your nose. Snotty breaths escaped you in short pants and you wiped futilely at your damp skin. Jason’s calloused fingers enclosed around your wrists and he climbed onto the bed so he could kneel beside you.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he assured you. “You did exactly the right thing by using the safeword and-”

“We shouldn’t need a safeword!” you exploded. “Don’t you see? Why the fuck do you put up with me and my broken fucking body, Jason? You could stick your dick in any warm body you wanted in Gotham but for some reason, you’re such a fucking masochist.”

Your chest heaved from your exerted shouts and you turned your head to stare at him and god, how you instantly wanted to take it all back. Jason stared at you with such a wounded look on his face that your already breaking heart was cleaved in two. Maybe this would do it. This was the time he would finally get up and walk out.

Jason hesitated for a moment and then he stood up and headed towards the dresser on the other side of the room. You watched him with glassy, tear-filled eyes, waiting for him to pull out a duffle bag and start packing. Instead, he merely pulled out a pair of sweats and tugged them on so he wasn’t fully naked.

“You deserve someone who can give you what you want,” you blurted out right before one of his shirts collided gently with your face. You scrambled to put it on, tugging the collar down just in time to see Jason whirl on you with his pointer finger outstretched and pain etched on his handsome face.

“Shut the fuck up and just listen for once,” he snarled. He reached up and tugged at his roots before beginning to pace the floor of your small bedroom. “Can’t fuckin’ believe what I’m hearing. For someone so smart, you are really so fucking stupid sometimes.”

Both of his hands were now in his hair, tugging and massaging across his scalp, and then he stopped and faced you again, hands falling to slap against his thighs.

“How could you say that?” His voice, deep and warm and every bit your Jason’s and not that modulated crap that came out of his helmet, broke.

“I could…I would never,” he stammered out. “We have the word for a goddamn reason and that’s because I would never be able to live with myself if I hurt you. Especially if you had the opportunity to tell me you were hurting but you felt like you needed to fucking…I don’t know, service me?! Goddamnit. Please, please, baby, tell me this has never happened before. Tell me that I’ve never hurt you.”

He fell to his knees before you and then he was crying. Your Jason was weeping. Strong, everlasting Jason who faced down the worst of the worst with a sneer and a quip on his lips had collapsed in front of you. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but you felt like your touch would do more harm than good right now.

“No, never. This was the first time,” you whispered.

He buried his head in his hands and you could see his shoulders relax just a fracture before he was blinking up at you with red-rimmed eyes. “If I ever treat you like some glorified fleshlight that I use to get off, then I would personally drag my ass to Dick’s apartment and tell him to beat me senseless with his fucking escrima sticks. Do you understand me?”

His hands curled around the back of your calves and he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. You finally reached out and cupped your hands around his face, nodding in understanding. Jason chewed at his bottom lip, his eyes searching and scanning your face for some kind of answer or sign or way to fix this. He let his head drop to rest against your stomach and you slid your fingers in the silk short strands of dark hair that rested at his neck.

“I don’t deserve anyone, and I especially don’t deserve you,” he croaked out. “I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this. We’ll take it easy. You have those dilators from the pelvic floor therapist and I can massage you and-”

You eased him back up to be face to face with you and you brushed his errant curls out of his face. “I’m sorry, I was just upset. I never meant to make you feel like this. Jason, you are the greatest man alive and I am so, so fucking sorry for making you doubt that.”

His large hand came up to cradle the back of your head and he pulled you flush against his bare torso. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck and yanked him down to lay next to you on the bed. He went willingly and covered half of your body with his, ensuring that he was between you and the door as if anyone would be stupid enough to go after the Red Hood’s girl.

“I just feel like a failure when it happens,” you explained. “Like I can’t give you what you want. And that’s not fair to you.”

“What’s not fair to me,” he corrected. “Is that you think that what I want is more important than your comfort and health. I’m not with you because you’re great in bed, which you really fucking are. This isn’t a one and done, screw them and lose them kind of situation. Jesus, my name is on the lease. We have plants. I’m all in, sweetheart. Don’t you ever forget that.”

You stroked your fingers along the planes of his face, squirming up so you were nose to nose with him. Jason wiped some stray tears from your cheeks and then grasped your hand so he could bring it to his lips and lay a delicate kiss along your knuckles.

“And we have a safe word because it’s called basic fucking safe sex practices,” he growled once he stopped decorating your skin with kisses. “It’s not just for when you’re in pain, but also when we’re going too hard. Hell, even I can use it. You got that? There is no fucking shame in using our word. And there’s no fucking shame in not wanting to have sex or not being able to have sex. If I ever, ever make you feel pressured into it, there’s a knife in the nightstand and I want you to cut my dick off.”

You let out a teary giggle and he squeezed a hand along your hip. “I’m not kiddin’, sweets. Hack it off and display it for the whole damn city. Viking women used to do that if their husbands wronged them. Can you do that for me?”

“I’m not going to chop your dick off, Jay.”

He squeezed your hip again, a little firmer this time, and looked at you with such deadly calm that you realized his enemies should be grateful that he wore a mask. “Promise me. Promise me that you will never let me hurt you.”

“I promise. But I know that you would never hurt me.” You slid your fingers along his collarbone, over the puckered stars emblazoned on his body that reminded you of the numerous kisses with death he had experienced. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss over a nasty knife scar on his left pec.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed against his skin. He stroked his hand up and down your bicep and tucked you impossibly closer.

“Apology accepted, sweets. What can I do to help you right now?”

You intertwined your legs with his and looked out at the orange light of the fading sun painted across Gotham’s skyline. A sigh passed your lips and then you laid another kiss to his shoulder.

“Just this.”

You knew he would have to leave in a few hours, donned in his usual body armor, leather jacket, and thigh holsters. But for now, you could just savor the warmth, the safety he offered. Jason buried his face against your head and he kissed the crown of your head.

“Just this,” you repeated softly.

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[my-on-and-off-writingstuff]

To Keep the Memory alive | Daemon x Reader

Request: Oh my God! "gone" devastated me, but it was an amazing read, that being said I can ask for a part 2 with the baby and as she grows older and becomes more curious about her mother (maybe she found something that belonged to her, a book, a gem or something) and asks Daemon to tell her about reader, just Dad! Daemon with his little girl being extremely nice and cute please? (with some angst, but very very very fluff)

Summary: This is part two to "Gone" Daemon's daughter wants to know more about her mother, but Daemon is still very much grieving even after 10 years.

Authors note: I loved this idea and I hope I did it justice! Sorry for the long wait.

“Dad?” Daemon hums as he looks up from the scrolls he was reading. His 10-year-old daughter looks at him expectingly from across the room her hands behind her back as if she is hiding something. “Yes, darling?” she hesitates for a moment before coming closer to the desk. “I went to her room to..” without noticing that he scares his daughter Daemon stands up from his chair, a frown is noticeable on his forehead and his eyes are shooting fire. “You what?” He asks angrily. They had a rule, the most important rule of all, which was that she nor anyone else was allowed in the old master bedroom.

Everything was still placed the exact same way as that dreadful day more than 10 years ago. While your oils and fragrance had disappeared from the room, all your stuff was still there. He physically and mentally could not handle anybody stepping through that door as it was all he had left of you. “We agreed that you and nobody else in this castle would ever step a foot into that room.” She nods while tears are gathering in her eyes. “I know but..” “But what? You just go ignoring every rule I made for you, the gods know that you could do with a few more.” In a fit of anger not directed at your daughter but the fact you were taken from him he swipes off the scrolls on the desk.

“I went in there, because you never talk about mum, you go all moody and quiet at the mention of her name, you have scared the maid and servants in not talking about it either. I went into that room to feel connected to her, my own mum to see her stuff, smell her perfumes, look at her jewelry.” Visenya is now screaming almost matching her father’s loudness, tears are flowing down her face. From behind her back, she throws the baby blanket on his desk. “She made this did she not?”

Stunned to silence all he could do was look at the blanket. The blanket you had painstakingly worked on. When he had found it that night in Visenya’s room he did not let go of it. Instead of gifting the blanket to her like you had intended he had hoarded it for himself. Locking it up in your room, preserving it and cherishing it when he was in there. “Dad!” Visenya screams at him looking for an answer. The only thing he could do was nod. “Why are you keeping her away from me?” Is the only thing she asks before turning around and walking out of his study, not waiting for an answer.

He grabbed the blanket and hugs it to his chest. He knew that his daughter was right, he should have kept your memory alive by telling her stories about you. But every time he wanted to, he would choke up, nothing other than nonsense would come out of his mouth. While many men would have already gotten over the pain of losing their wives even after 10 years it still felt so fresh. To top that Visenya’s eyes reminded him every day of yours. He had to make it up to his daughter.

After running around the whole castle and the dragon pits, he found you in the room. Her little shoulders were shaking as she was still crying. Visenya was sitting in the middle of the room on the ground. Her back was turned to the door, and therefore she had not yet noticed Daemon entering the room. “I am sorry, can you forgive your old dad?” He sat himself down next to her and put his arm around him. Visenya looked at him still mad and shrugged of his arm. “The thing is your mother was the love of my life, she was my friend and lover, we were so excited to welcome you into our little family but then..” his words fades as he remembers the day you died. “But then she died, and my life just shattered, you were the only thing that kept me here.” This time when he wrapped his arm Visenya leaned into his side.

“What was she like?” she asks softly. “Oh she was amazing, she was so fierce, smart and just lovely. Her smile would light up everybody around here, she warmed my cold hart.” Visenya let out a soft laugh. “Did she hate me?” he swallows after hearing that question. “No, no definitely not, she wanted the maester to save to at all costs.” He lets go of his daughter and walked to the bookshelf. Visenya looked at him curiously as he grabbed a little book. “Your mother wrote down her entire pregnancy, in here she mentioned all the little things, her cravings, when she found out, when she told me, the moment she felt you kicking for the first time and every little thought she had. She carried the book around everywhere she went.”

Visenya took the book from him and carefully opened it on the first page. Her eyes flew over the pages as she read the first little thoughts you had written down. Her beautiful different colored eyes filled with tears as she hugged the book to her chest. “Can I keep it?” her voice breaks a little bit, and he nods. “Yes, from now on you can enter the room whenever you want, and I will answer any questions you have about your mom, you deserve to know her.” She smiles and launches in his arms. “Thank you, thank you!”

“I have one more thing, I would be honored for you to have.” He walked to the little jewelry box on the table. He carefully opened it and took out a little dainty necklace. “It’s Valyrian steel, these gems matched your mothers’ eyes perfectly, as it does your eyes.” Visenya’s eyes glister with tears as she carefully picks up the necklace. “She used to wear is all the time, and I wanted to bury her with it, but I could not.” He explained while carefully picking up the necklace and clasping it around her neck.

The rest of the day he told her stories about her mother. Telling how you had once fought with ser Criston Cole after being so mad at his remarks towards Rhaenyra, because you were Daemons wife Cole was able to little then take the hit and he had walked around with a broken nose for a few weeks. He realized that he much rather would keep your memory alive by talking about you than keeping you locked away and as his daughter was laughing about the stories, he knew that he should have never kept her away from your memory. Visenya deserved to know who her mother was.

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Part three 

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[mekochansblog]

I still love you

 Five hargreeves x reader

Requested by @raytoroisgod666

- Part 2 of Do you still... love me?

- slight  cursing, fluff, and some memories

- this was my longest one yet, I’m excited

You woke up to arms around you the following day, you froze, forgetting you forgave your husband, the person hugging you at the moment. You slowly turned your head and slowly let a breath of relief out. You slowly looked at all his features; his face wasn't frowning like usual, he didn't have his usual scowl, and to you, he looked like an average person with no problems on his mind. He looked peaceful, a thing you haven't seen since trying to save his family with all these apocalypses. So you slowly took his hand around your waist and put it on your pillow, which he hugged tight and snuggled to it. So you silently giggled and tiptoed to the kitchen that the small hotel room had. 

You started making coffee just the way Five loves it and a toast with butter for both of you, which you knew that he probably wouldn't eat since it had been a while since he had something on his stomach other than coffee. So you felt hands snaking themselves around your waist, which made you jump a bit, but you knew it was Five. So you turned your head and gave him a small smile, and he kissed you. You turned your head quickly, so he won't see your blush, which he could catch, and laughed lightly. So you playfully rolled your eyes at him and pushed him away lightly so he could drink his coffee.

He gave you a peck on the lips and grabbed his coffee from you while he looked at you. He made you nervous and not in the wrong way but in the butterfly effect. He sipped his coffee and smiled in bliss, knowing full well the coffee you make has never lowered his expectations of you. He knew that in the back of his head, he had to make up to you the way he treated you the whole two weeks for him but a year and weeks for you. He deeply loves you; for him, it was hard to express it when all he could worry about at that moment was saving his family and you. 

He grabbed the piece of toast you offered him and smiled in gratitude. He then asked if you wanted to get ready to catch up with his family, to which you nodded, and he spatial jumped, which took you by surprise, thinking he would stay with you for a little longer. You shook your head, considering that the affection he promised you wasn't going to last; you started walking to your room, wanting to shower and stay in bed, when you heard another spatial jump and Five calling out to you. So you turned to him and blinked at what he had in his hands.

Clothes for you and him, and he probably left to get you guys clothes to change. You walked up to him, grabbed half the clothing, went to the room, and lay them down. He had brought you a navy blue dress to match the blue plaid shirt he had got for himself. You smiled gleefully and hugged him while you walked to the shower. You stopped midway and looked at him.

"Are you going to be joining me, Mr. Hargreeves?" You said while looking at your husband with a shy smile. Five's eyes widened, but he smirked, looking at you up and down.

"I wouldn't refuse you, Mrs. Hargreeves." Five said while walking where you were and closing the door so both of you could shower.

                                          TIME SKIP

Five was holding your hand while he walked you to where his brothers were; your figure walking next to him, holding his hand with gentleness. You waved at your brothers-in-law, which was only Diego and Klaus. 

"That little delinquent is your son?" Klaus asked Diego. You turned to see who they were pointing at; a boy no older than probably 12 was eating the food the buffet had in store.

 "Allegedly, my son," Diego said while looking at his supposed kid. Klaus noticed you and Five walking up to them and ran to give you a hug making you lose your grip on Five, that was holding his hand. Five rolled his eyes and pried you away from his brother, not before glaring at him. Diego looked at you, and then he looked at Five.

"So I believe you both made up with the noticeable hickeys you guys have matching," Diego said while smirking at both. You blushed and hid your face with Five's shoulders while Five smirked and nodded his head as if saying yes, you both made up, little by little. You decided not to listen to their conversation and walked to your nephew. You silently sat down next to him, and he just stared at you. 

"Are you by any chance Die- uhh, I mean my dad's sister?" The boy asked, and you shook your head. You introduced yourselves to each other, knowing Stanley's name, and you told him your name. You warmed up to Stanley and knowing you were an aunt, you felt giddy inside. Five looked at you and Stanley and felt slight jealousy bubbling at the pit of his stomach. He knew he was just a kid; you were way older than Stanley was, but you were in your young adult body, and so was he; his hormones raged even when you guys released each other's pleasure not too long ago.

Five stopped his conversation with his siblings and walked to you and Stanley. Stanley stopped the conversation and looked up at your husband. You looked at Stan confused, not knowing why he stopped the conversation mid-sentence until you saw he was looking up. So you turned around and saw your husband glaring at Stan; you stood up and grabbed Five so he could turn to you. Once he did, you gave him a peck on the lips and smiled at him.

"Honey, your jealousy is showing, and Stan is just a kid. I mean, look at him," You then mumble for him to hear, "We should have one too." Five's eyes widened, and he looked at you. You turned to him, and he looked like he wasn't breathing. So you giggled and walked away to Klaus, who looked like he was waiting for your husband. Klaus then started to explain what happened not too long ago, Vanya now goes as Viktor, and Five agreed to go on a trip with him and was going to take you with him.

You told him to wait for you so you could pack some snacks and drinks for the way. You grabbed Mr.Pennycrumb so he could finally leave the hotel; you hoped Chet wouldn't mind you taking his dog out to see the world. At the same time, you were heading to who knows where; you zoned out the brothers and looked outside from the window. It's been a while since you decided to let your mind run free. Five has been a great husband since he promised he wouldn't hurt you emotionally. 

"This isn't so terrible." Your husband said while also looking at his surrounding that he was seeing while Klaus was driving, a slight smile on his face.

 "See? I told you." Klaus responded to your husband. You didn't hear what your husband said next, but you did see when he pulled a map of the united states out.

"Oh! Uh... All right! So, I've circled all the roadside attractions along the way." Five said, and you leaned in to see what type of roadside attractions he circled. You saw he circled Disneyland with a heart, which you knew wasn't a roadside attraction but more like an actual trip to experience, which made you remember a memory.

"Honey, if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you like to go?" Your husband asked you while you were getting ready to sleep, unbraiding your hair; you looked at your husband and thought about it.

"I would love to go to Disneyland, eat the delicious food and get matching mouse ears with you, but in general, being with you." You said while thinking about it. Five lightly laughed at your smile and grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer to him while all you did was laugh blissfully.

You smiled at the beautiful memory and leaned to Five; he turned his head to you, thinking you were going to ask him a question, but all you did was kiss him deeply and leaned back in your seat. Five froze for a second, forgetting how your lips felt on his for a second. 

"Y/N... every time I see your smile and eyes, I fall in love all over again with you." Five said with such a lovestruck face; you blushed and giggled. 

"I'm not sure we're gonna have time..." Klaus interrupted your beautiful moment with Five.

"We have the Brownsville Big Nickel. Oh, Ricky's Bakery has award-winning pies." So five turned to look at his map and ignored what Klaus was trying to say to both of you.

 "If you just let me explain..." Klaus tried to say, but again, your husband was ignoring him or not wholly listening to him.

"Or there's this Cow Henge." Five, yet again, said while looking at you, knowing you like animals, which you smiled and nodded with your head.

"That's it-- Don't-- Listen to me. Just shut up for two seconds, okay? Just two seconds?" Klaus finally said out loud, which made you and your husband get quiet while looking at your brother-in-law.

"All right? Okay, I'm all ears." Your husband said sarcastically.

 You decided to zone them out, since it looked like they were going to start arguing about this trip.

"Ball of Twine? Klaus, turn! Ball of Twine! Turn!" You zone back when your husband exclaims and starts turning the steering wheel. Then, you grabbed Mr.Pennycrumb with tight hands so he wouldn't go flying.

"What? Five! Five!" Klaus shrieked, trying to get control of the steering wheel that Five had a tight grip on.

"It is one of the best ones! Come on!" Five screamed at his brother, not caring that moving the steering wheel could cause an accident.

"Five, we're gonna die! Whoo!" Klaus screamed at him, scared of how your husband was acting just to see a stupid ball of yarn.

"I don't care! Let go! You know what? No twine, no birth mother!" Your husband said the last words, which made Klaus finally give up and head to the ball of twine that your husband so desperately wanted to see.

When you finally got to the ball of twine, your husband and brother-in-law got off and looked like they were having a weird bonding moment which you didn't want to interrupt. So you decided to get Mr.P's leash and walk around with him. You started walking so he could do his business, once he was done, Five called out to you, and you started walking up to him.

"What's wrong, miele? Are we leaving?" You asked your Italian nickname for him coming out. He smirked at you and told you that we were heading to Klaus's birthplace, or so he says.

Once leaving Klaus at the place (it turns out he was Amish, which didn't take you by surprise), Five drove all three of you guys to the cow henge behind the Amish place we just left Klaus in. You got out of the car and looked at all the cows around you. It made you remember another memory you had with Five.

You were sitting in your vanity mirror, getting ready for a date that Five asked you. You thought about something until you decided to say something to your husband. "Tesoro?" You said you saw Five turns to you from the corner of your eyes while he was putting on his tie. "When we save your family from the apocalypse, and we get to live normal lives, where would you like to live?" Five stopped trying to do his tie, knowing damn well you always made it for him, and when he was a child, his mom always did it for him.

"I see myself living in a one-story house with two bedrooms and a big yard, maybe some animals knowing you will love to have a whole zoo." He lightly laughed while you giggled, knowing he was right about your love of animals. So you got up, walked to him, and did his tie while he just kissed your forehead.

You smile at the memory fondly and walk up to him. You pulled him from the car since all he was doing was lying in the car and singing. 

"Dance with me, Hargreeves." You said while holding his hands. He laughed and looked at you with so much love and adoration. You knew that he loved you. So you decided to forgive him. He will always be there for you. That's how you both stayed in each other's arms, dancing slowly to the music playing in the car.

Complete in love once again.

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[pmitchell]

me, myself and i. | jake “hangman” seresin x reader

request from @the-untamed-soul

prompt: So, after hearing Hangman’s playlist, I was intrigued that one of his songs was “Me, Myself and I” by G-Eazy. It sparks the possibility of an angsty story with Hangman x reader who he keeps pushing away…? I just find this an interesting song choice for this man and begs so many questions.

warnings: Some real aNGSTY shit going on around here. Some curse words here and there. Oh, and there isn’t exactly a happy ending 👀

pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

word count: 1,910 (7 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: Had to create some headcanons for Jake for this to work, but let me know what you think!

EDIT: the highly anticipated part two is right here!

It wouldn’t be Jake if he didn’t try to pick fights with someone. You knew he and Rooster were not exactly friends, but you thought they would have put that behind when they left TOPGUN the first time. Everyone agreed that Hangman crossed the line this time, bringing up Rooster’s dad and the fact that he used to be Maverick’s RIO. 

Everyone was at The Hard Deck enjoying drinks and taking over the pool table when you saw a glimpse of Jake walking along the beach behind the bar all by himself. You took your beer with you and slipped out back, catching up to him as he took a seat on the sand, looking at the ocean.

“Hey,” you said, as you took a seat next to him. He didn’t reply, simply looking up at you to acknowledge your presence. You handed him your beer, which he accepted with a small smile and took a swig of.

“You okay?” You asked.

“I’m good,” he winked at you and then looked back out into the ocean as the sun started to set.

“You know you crossed a line, right?” You asked rhetorically.

He looked at you and said, “Are you gonna lecture me? Because if so, I’d rather sit here alone.”

You sighed. “Okay then,” you simply said, giving up. You knew there was nothing else you could do. If he wanted to shut you out like this––like he always does––then what’s the use of even trying. So you stood up and dusted yourself off, walking back to the bar as a loud music begin to play on the jukebox. 

“(Y/N)-,” he tried to call for you, but you could no longer hear him because you had already opened the door to your tipsy friends singing and dancing along to the music. 

Before closing the door, you looked back at him. He was chugging the rest of the beer and then he stood up and left. 

The two of you first met in college; both of you were a political science major and you had always known you wanted to be a naval aviator, continuing your mother’s legacy, and that was something you and Jake had in common. It was how the two of you started to bond with each other. 

He saw a photo of you and your mother wearing her uniform and it started a conversation of what made the two of you want to enlist in the Navy. One thing led to another, the two of you began to date. You wanted something more from him, though. You wanted a commitment, or at least for both of you to equally put in the effort to try.

But that’s not who he is. After almost a year of false promises on forevers on his end, he decided to break things off. No explanations; not even a goodbye. 

“Why?” You once asked, tears prickling your eyes.

“(Y/N), please. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he said, refusing to look at you in the eye. “I’m leaving for the Navy on graduation day, I just don’t think this is gonna work out in the long run, alright? I don’t wanna hurt you with long distance because I’m not sure where I’ll be,” Jake tried to make an excuse.

You knew what it was though: the two of you were getting too serious for him and he always had a history of ending things before it got anywhere. Of course, he had to make it seem like he was doing it for you, because Jake Seresin and his ego would never let himself be in the wrong or be the bad guy, even when he was always the one looking for trouble. Just like he said, you didn’t see him at graduation. You heard from his friends that he had already enlisted in the Navy and never looked back. 

When the two of you met again at TOPGUN the first time, you admit there was a small part of you that still hoped for something. With his continued teasing and subtle references to your past, you thought he did too. But of course, you should’ve known better, because not long after the two of you rekindled your friendship, he was sleeping with your best friend.

A few days after his fight with Rooster, you were sound asleep; somehow dreaming about flight training when you heard a loud banging noise. Someone was knocking and banging on your canopy, asking to be let in. Wait, that’s not right. You were slowly roused out of your slumber and realized that someone was banging on your door. 

“Jesus Christ,” you hissed as you yanked the door open to reveal Jake, still in the clothes you saw him wear last, yet somehow looking a little more disheveled. “What are you doing? It’s 3 o’clock in the morning!” You frowned, looking out into the hallway, hoping no one was awakened by the noise.

“Hi, (Y/N),” Jake grinned, his body slumped against your doorframe. “Were you sleeping?” With the question, you noticed his speech was slurred and his body swayed a little.

“Are you drunk?” You asked. 

“Yep,” he nodded, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis.

“Go to bed, Hangman. You’re gonna get in trouble for this,” you reprimanded him and went to close the door before he stopped you. 

“Wait,” he said, hand against your door and foot stuck in between. “I-I, uh...” he tried to speak.

You sighed. “You’re sorry, I know,” you said, understanding that it was a routine when it comes to him. He never meant any of it, it was just his default setting having to throw a snide comment here and there. “Just forget about it, okay?” 

Before you could close the door on him, he lunged forward and kissed you, kicking the door close behind him. You could taste the beer he consumed on his lips and his breath, yet you could also smell his cologne wafting around you. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You pushed him off before it could go any further.

“I never should’ve let you go,” he said, moving forward to kiss you again. This time, you dodged him. 

“Stop. You’re drunk,” you said, holding up a hand to keep him at a distance.

Jake sighed exasperatedly, he took a seat on your bed and buried his head in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice somewhat muffled by his own hand.

You sat on the desk across from him, and rolled your eyes a little. You already knew he was going to say that; it was his routine with you. And the thing is, you felt as if you should count yourself lucky because he doesn’t just say it to anyone, not even the people he hurt. Even with you, sometimes it felt as though he was just saying it to appease you. 

He looked up in time to see your expression and said, “I mean it. I am sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, wanting to see if he actually meant it.

“Everything,” Jake began. “The way I treated you; the way I always took you for granted...” he trailed off, staring blankly at your feet as if trying to figure out how to phrase the next sentence. “For hurting you over and over again.”

“Did you hit your head on the canopy during training today?” You asked.

He tried to chuckle, but instead it just turned into a small smile. “Why do you put up with me, (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Because I can see that I’m the last one who would,” you answered, not really thinking much about your answer. Jake didn’t reply, instead he kept looking at you, wanting a serious answer.

“Because despite everything that has happened, you’re the only person who has known me longer than anyone else. I’d like to think you’d have my back too,” you shrugged. Your statement wasn’t a complete lie, but you had only scratched the surface with it.

“Of course I got your back,” he said to you. “What else?”

“What do you mean?”

“No one would be patient enough to put up with the shit I put you through,” he shook his head. “I broke your heart once. Heck, I ran away to Afghanistan and Iraq just to get away from how guilty I felt about all of it. And then we met again after all those years, and yet you treated me like...normal,” Jake explained his confusion. “I honestly thought you would go ballistic on me.”

You smiled a little, remembering the first days of TOPGUN when you entered The Hard Deck and saw him at the pool table; you felt your heart plunge to your stomach. It had been years since you saw him last, and now you were both the 1% of naval aviators good enough to be admitted into the program. You were going to have to compete against him, yet you don’t even know how to behave around him. But seeing him that first day, you realized, you had put the whole thing behind you; it’s just that you were not sure if your feelings for him are completely gone yet.

“Is that why you were such an ass to me back then? Defense mechanism?” You asked, remembering how he used to tease you, constantly getting on your nerves, and of course after the initial annoying stage passed, the thing with your best friend.

Jake chuckled and rubbed his head. “I did love you, you know. I just...I didn’t know how to handle it,” he said. 

Did. For some reason that little detail hurt you more than it should.

“I know,” you said, looking down at your feet.

“(Y/N), I-” Jake said, standing up.

“Don’t, Jake,” you shook your head, subconsciously your hands hugged your body as if to protect yourself from what you know is coming. “I don’t want to go through this again. I don’t know if I can take it anymore,” you said.

In your small room, it only took him two steps to get to where you are. He slipped a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “Give me another chance,” he spoke low.

“We are never going to work if you’re just going to end up pushing me away, Jake. You are so scared of commitment that you don’t even realize you’re doing it,” you told him.

“If there’s one thing I’m bad at, it’s definitely that,” he admitted with a chuckle, a rare occurrence.  

“Yeah, no shit,” you laughed.

“(Y/N), please,” he looked into your eyes.

You reached up and brushed his hair, your thumb brushing his face and he leaned against your hand. You wondered if this was the alcohol talking and you couldn’t risk your future heartbreaks on a couple of beers, some sweet talk, and the feeling of his hands on your waist.

“How about you sober up first and we’ll talk later,” you said. “Go to bed, Jake,”

He took your hand and placed it on his cheek. “I miss you calling me ‘Jakey’,” he said, turning his head and kissing your open palm.

You smiled; you missed that gesture too. Somehow he was the only person to be able to make that gesture feel so special, but you know you had to let go. So you left a last stroke on his face and pulled away.

You opened the door for him. “Goodnight, Jake.”

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[louis-the-french-one]

Joel Miller x Teen!GN Reader

AFAB Reader

Request : *verbal request from my friend* Can I have a Joel Miller fic of Reader coming out to Joel as Trans after they get attacked? Platonic/Parental relationship !

Type : Comfort

Relationship : Platonic/Parental

Summary : While on the road to get to Tommy, Joel and Reader get attacked, they get out just fine but Reader is exhausted, which leads to Reader coming out as trans and explaining that they wear a binder

Warnings : self-hatred, internalized transphobia, abusive wear of binder (BE SAFE MY LOVELY PEOPLE), coming-out, violence, swear words

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You and Joel were still looking for Tommy and had stopped in a town to get some more food and supplies. While wandering in the lonely streets, you had suddenly heard people talking just across the street.  Three raiders were coming your way. It took only a second for Joel to notice them as well.

“Fuck! Run Y/N, Run” Joel suddenly whispered/screamed.

“Fucking hell Joel ! Fuck!” You said, startled.

You did as asked and ran to safety in a nearby house. Joel though, quickly hid behind an old car and took the raiders by surprise, killing one from a bullet before going to fight the other two with a knife, whom ran towards him. While Joel was fighting them the best he could, and you were hiding, you quickly realised he was gonna need help seing he had managed to kill another one but the last was putting up a great fight. Taking a deep breath, already tucking at your binder, you opened the back door of the house and ran as fast as you could to where Joel had parked the car, you knew he had extra shotguns in there, though he never let you use them.

Running as fast as you could, it took you a few minutes to get to the car, you took a shotgun he had hidden in the trunk, loaded it, took bullets with you and got ready to run again. Your ribcage was already killing you, ‘now is not the time to take my binder off’, you thought. Even out of breath you got back to running. You tripped a few times, your mind dizzy from the pain and the lack of air. You manage to get back to Joel whom was struggling, stuck under the last raider alive, He put all his strength into stopping the knife that was currently threatening to stab his throat.

Once you got a few meters away from the scene, you stopped and lifted the shot gun. Your vision was blurry but you had to do it, you had to help Joel. Gathering all the strength you had left and taking one last short breath, you shot the raider in the arm, hurting him just enough so that Joel could get back on top of him, steal his knife and cut his throat.

But your brain had reached its limits, you fell to the ground, desperately tucking your binder in a last desperate attempt at breathing,you just needed a little more air. Joel, instantly worried about you, ran to your side and picked up your head, laying it on his legs.

“Are you okay?! Fuck Y/N are you hurt!?” Joel asked you in a grave voice.

“Hm Hm, yeah, I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath” You whispered, your eyes were closed. You were focused on trying to breathe through your stomach.

“Y/N look at me, you don’t seem fine”Joel said. You could sense the panic in his voice although it was steady.

“I- I ... I can’t breathe, give me a minute please”You said, your voice cracking up with each word.

“Why? Why Y/N ? let me see”With his words Joel went to lift up your shirt but you quickly stopped him, your eyes now open and looking right at him.

“NO! No... Please, Joel, Don’t...”You struggled to breathe. “Don’t look.”

“Y/N please, I need to know what’s wrong.”

Your head was spinning, your eyes were in his. Not knowing what was happening anymore, you decided to tell him. You knew you would have to say it someday, well today was the day, right there, hardly breathing in his arms.

“I’m just, I’m... I’m wearing a binder Joel...” You waited but he didn’t say anything, of course he didn’t understand what you meant. “I’m trans, Joel. I’m wearing a binder, to compress my chest.”

“Okay”He simply said.

“Yeah, just give me a few minutes”You repeated, very nervous.

You and Joel stayed like that, your head on his lap, in complete silence for a few minutes. His gaze alternated between you and the streets, checking for any danger. Yours was fixed on him, still waiting for him to say something, anything. Finally, after what felt like forever, you breath steadied and your head stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry”You said suddenly.

“For what?”Joel replied.

“For what I said, for fainting, for who I am...”You started crying.

“Hey, it’s okay kid. I can’t force you take off that thing. It seems important to you” Joel assumed respectfully.

“It is, it really is” You quickly noted.

“And if it stops your breathing obviously it’s gonna make you faint,it’s fine,just be careful, you won’t have to save my ass next time hopefully.” He laughed a bit at the end. “And never apologise for who you are kid, you do you, I respect that”

“But, But it’s not normal, I’m not normal Joel.. I-I hate myself and I hate my body, and I hate how I have to wear this binder to feel like myself while it kills me slowly and put us in danger. Fuck, I’m so sorry Joel”You are left sobbing on his lap, turning to hide your face.

Joel lifted you and hugged you tightly. One of his hand in your hair caressing it to sooth you.

“shhh, it’s okay, you’re just a kid you’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. You are you and it’s all that matters. I am not mad at you. I just want you to know I see you as you and nothing else, this thing or not I don’t care. What I care about is you, and I'm sure if your chest really bothers you we can find a doctor that can do something about it. It’s okay kid” He declared.

“Thank you, thank you so much Joel” You continued crying, but were relieved.

“It’s okay, now let’s get going, it’s not safe to stay out there”He reminded you.

Eventually Joel let go off you and helped you get up. He smiled softly at you before taking the shotgun and walking back the car. You had had enough action for today.

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!Reminder that english is not my first language, be kind in the comments!

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #coming-out fic #self-hatred #internalized transphobia #comfort #dad!joel miller #teen!reader #be safe with binders #yes even in the apocalypse #x gender neutral reader #afab reader #x reader

[elena-reina]

I Don’t Need You - Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Reader

Request: Can i please get an angsty dracoxravenclaw reader fic in which there’s a misunderstanding and the reader is about to get sent to azkaban for using an unforgivable curse to protect draco idk how it might go but i believe in u just add a bunch of angst 😭😭😭 (they’re not in a relationship but they’re both denying their feelings tho) - Anon

Warnings: angsty bby

A/N: I know this took me a while, but can't rush perfection lmao... im kidding. I hope you like it.

“Don’t you take one more step closer towards Draco,” you spat, holding your wand out in front of you.

Bellatrix let out a loud cackle and dramatically looked around. “And I suppose I’m supposed to be scared of someone like you?”

Draco and Bellatrix had gotten into a nasty fight that left her looking for him to bring him over to the Dark Lord. You didn’t know what exactly she was going to tell him or what he was going to do, but it wasn’t going to be anything good.

You didn’t care that his parents were involved with Voldemort, you had no faith whatsoever that they were going to be there for Draco because they haven’t before, what makes now any different?

“Really now, Draco. You’re going to have your little girlfriend fight your battles now?” she cackled, “You’re becoming more and more like those mudblood’s at your school.”

“He’s not my boyfriend-”

“-She’s not my girlfriend.”

“I don’t care! Draco, get over here now so you may face the the Dark Lord this instant!”

Draco’s eyes darted between you and Bellatrix. Walking backwards, you kept your eyes glued to hers as you slowly crept your way closer and closer to Draco. The three of you were in at the Atrium, alone. 

“Listen, little girl, I don’t have time for this. Go on and move out of my way before I move you myself!” she shouted erratically. 

“Y/N, go. I can handle myself,” Draco said to you.

“Over my dead body,” you gritted.

“Y/N..,” he muttered lowly, frozen where he was. He didn’t want to make any sudden movements for the fear of not only him getting hurt, but also you. Everyone knew how unpredictable Bellatrix was, but this didn’t stop you.

“Alright, if you say so.” 

Waving her arms over her head, Bellatrix pointed her wand at you. “Avada Ked-”

“NO!” Draco shouted, running and crashing into the side of you, pushing you out the way. He just nearly dodged the curse. You felt the hardness of the floor slam into the back of your skull on impact, making you groan out in pain. 

Draco was on top of you, his face just centimeters from yours. He held himself up on the palm of his hands, so he didn’t crush you completely. His face was frantic with worry. He caressed your cheek, moving the hair out of your face with one arm.

“You.. You’re okay,” he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth between yours, “You need to get out of here, I-”

Bellatrix cackled, clapping her hands together, making you turn your attention away from Draco and onto her instead. A lock of Draco’s hair was lightly feathering across your face as he turned to look as well.

“Well isn’t this cute, but I’m afraid I’ve run out of patience now.”

She began stomping up, raising her wand. Within the matter of seconds, your eyes widened, and you quickly wrapped one arm around Draco’s neck and pressed him tight against your body, having him collapse onto you. Sitting up as best as you could, you raised your other arm that held your wand tightly, and screamed at the top of your lungs.

“CRUCIO”

Your voice echoed amongst the walls, as a bright red light shot out the tip of your wand. Hitting Bellatrix right in the middle of her chest, she flew backwards writhing in pain.

Panting, you slowly lowered your wand and rested your hand against Draco’s back. He pulled away from you and examined your face. You smiled a bit as he whipped his head around, watching Bellatrix cry out.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he breathed looking back at you, “We need to get out of here.” 

You shrugged, opening your mouth to speak, when a man’s voice spoke for you.

“Y/N Y/LN.”

You both turned your heads around. Your eyes landed on leather boots. Slowly trailing up the man’s pants suit you came face to face with Cornelius Fudge and others standing behind him. The Ministry of Magic.

“S-Sir,” you stuttered as Draco moved off of you.

“You’ve just used an unforgivable curse,” he spat astonished, “This is grounds for immediate life imprisonment in Azkaban Prison.”

You quickly rose to your feet. “What!? No, you don’t understand, I was defending Draco.”

“It’s true,” Draco defended beside you, glaring at the man.

“And from who exactly?” Cornelius scoffed, opening his arms, and looking around, before back at you and raising his eyebrow. “I would’ve thought Hogwarts taught you better, especially for a Ravenclaw.”

“From Bellatrix Lestrange! She was trying to harm Draco and bring him to Voldemort,” you retorted.

“Nonsense!” he dismissed, looking back at the men behind him, and motioned them to step in.

“I swear, she’s just right over here!” you trailed towards across the room, looking for her, but she was no where in sight. 

Your mouth remained gaped, turning in a circle, examining the entire Atrium. She had to have escaped, because there’s no way she would’ve just vanished into thin air from the cruciatus curse. 

“Sir, you’ve got to believe me, I was protecting Draco,” you pleaded, before one of the men behind him stepped forward and roughly gripped your arm.

“Send her off to Azkaban,” Fudge dismissed and began to walk away.

“No!” you shouted as the man aggressively began dragging you away with him. You screamed while trying to stand up as he was pulling you too fast.

You flail your body around, trying to use your feet to push away from his hand, making him almost stop dragging you.

“Stop resisting!” the man shouted in a deep angered voice.

“Let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong!” you shouted right back at him.

The man roughly threw you over his shoulder, carrying you. You pounded your fists against his back as hard as you could, kicking your legs around. However, he had a firm grip around your thighs, keeping you in place, as he was walking towards one of the fireplaces.

Upon quick reflexes, Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at the man who held onto you and spoke.

“Flipendo!”

The man knocked backwards with you flying with him. Your back crashed against a corner, making you cry out, however there wasn’t enough time to waste. Draco grabbed onto your arm and pulled you away to the other side of Floo Networks before the man could’ve gotten up. 

The two of you ran as fast as you could and jumped into an empty fireplace as Draco screamed a destination, transporting the two of you away.

~*~

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!”

You snatched the poster off of the wall, running your eyes up and down the paper. Written in bold black words were: 

WANTED Y/N Y/L/N. IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THIS PERSON, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR NEAREST AUROR OFFICE.

"Y/N,” Draco mumbled under his breath, taking the paper from your hands. He ripped it up and crinkled it, throwing it away in the nearest bin.

“I’m a fugitive now,” you groaned, running a hand through your hair.

The two of you walked secretly through Hogsmeade on a snowy day. You had hoods concealing your faces as you’ve been keeping a low profile for a while due to obvious reasons. When Draco transported the two of you out of the Atrium, you landed headfirst right outside of Hogwarts. At first, you spent most of the time hiding inside the castle just waiting for when things would’ve calmed down by now.

Clearly, they haven't due to your face on posters everywhere. 

You and Draco never really talked about that night and if anything, avoided it. You were already tense as is. You were a straight-A Ravenclaw student who never got into any trouble. Not even with your parents. And now you’re in trouble with the entire Ministry of Magic from a complete misunderstanding. 

Draco, on the other hand, consistently had some sort of attitude with you. You never understood it, and he never bothered to explain himself, let alone talk about it. You tried your best to ignore his attitude, but you were over it.

“You’re not a fugitive,” he said, eyeing around, and pulled you down an empty alley and behind an abandoned building. Walking inside, you lowered your hood, brushing the snow off of your shoulders.

“We can’t hide forever,” you spoke, frustrated.

You’ve been hiding for a couple weeks now, going back and forth between this abandoned building and Hogwarts. Only to get the necessities like food or clothing. Luckily, Draco has been sticking right by you and you haven’t ran into Bellatrix or anyone else among his family. 

“I don’t see a better option here, Y/N. One wrong move and you’re going straight to Azkaban,” he snapped, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Why’re you acting like that,” you glared, giving him back the same energy he’s giving you.

“Like what?” he muttered, walking past you to add logs to the fireplace in the corner of the room. He lifted his wand and shot out a spark of fire, lighting up the wood and producing a warmth that will soon fill the room. He knelt down, staring into the fire.

“Like that!” you stomped, to stand beside him, “Why’re you treating me like I'm the bad guy here.”

“I’ve said no such thing,” he shrugged nonchalantly, not giving into what you want. 

“You don’t need to say it Draco, I can feel it. I know this is about that night, are you mad that I defended you? Is that what this is about?”

He stayed silent, his gaze remaining on the fireplace. The flames produced a sun-kissed glow on his face, radiating warmth that filled the stilling silence.

“Are you upset that I didn’t want you to go to that monster!?”

“Enough, Y/N,” he growled.

“No! Why are you treating me like I did something wrong!? You should be thanking me!” you shouted at him, roughly pushing his shoulder, causing him to almost lose his balance. 

“I don’t feel like discussing this right now, Y/N. Drop it,” he hissed, tossing a piece of rock from the floor into the fire.

You huffed, throwing your hands up in the air, pacing from one end of the room, to the other. Walking back near him, you stood, tapping your foot and crossing your arm.

“You know what, Draco. You’re unbelievable, I can’t believe that I literally almost got myself thrown in jail for you, almost got tortured for you, almost got killed for you!”

His breathing was becoming heavier as each second passed. You were getting on his nerves, and you knew this, however some kind of answer was better than no answer.

His eyes felt like daggers staring into yours when he looked at you.

“You should have just let me handle it myself,” he spat, “We wouldn’t be in this mess and hiding if you would have just listened to me.”

You scoffed, raising your eyebrow. “You would’ve just gone with Bellatrix and gotten yourself killed.”

“I would’ve been fine and you wouldn’t have a bounty on your head,” he snapped immediately, standing up and roughly poking your head back with his finger, as he muttered ‘on your head.’  

Inhaling sharply, your lips twitched with anger. You were trying your best to remain calm, however your plan to evoke some kind of reaction out of him was backfiring and instead angering you. 

“All this time!” you screamed into his face, “I’ve always looked out for you and you have been nothing but greedy and selfish about it! Everything I do has been for you!”

He turned away, but you reacted fast and grabbed onto his arm. He snapped immediately, and snatched his arm out of your grip, taking you by surprise. 

“I’m not done talking to you-”

“-I am.”

You reached out to grab him once more but he grabbed onto your shirt and cornered you against the wall. His face was just inches from yours. His once bright silver eyes, were now a stormy shade of grey. His jaw was locked as he was fuming with anger while he towered over you. 

You’ve never seen him this angry with you.

“I said I’m done with his conversation,” he gritted through his teeth, before roughly letting go of your shirt.

You scoffed, smirking and looking to the side. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead and push me away like you have with everyone else in your life.”

You pushed off of the wall, away from him, and headed for the door. That must've been the last straw because Draco then whipped out his wand, but you were quicker than him and pulled yours out too.

“Stupefy!” He shouted, angrily.

Gasping you, just barely shielded yourself yelling, “Protego!”

Silence filled the room. You couldn’t believe he just did that. Was he really trying to hurt you right now. 

Your best friend.

Your. Best. Friend.

“How... DARE YOU!” you shouted, flicking countless spells in his direction that he deflected each one away. You don’t even know which ones you were yelling, you were just so mad that he tried to hurt you.

“I CAN HANDLE MYSELF! I DON’T NEED YOU!” he screamed, staring at you with what you assumed was pure hatred. 

“THEN I’LL GO!” you yelled, tears brimming in your eyes, finally lowering your wand. “Azkaban seems a whole lot better than being in the same room as you!”

Pushing your wand up your sleeve, you turned away and finally headed towards the door. Not bothering to grab your hood, you opened the door and slammed it shut as hard as you could.

~*~

The snow crunched under your feet throughout the freezing night. You clutched your arm close to yourself, trying to preserve any sort of warmth you could. You were mentally cursing your stubbornness knowing that you should’ve grabbed your hood, not only for secrecy but also for warmth. 

But you would rather freeze here than stay under the same roof as Draco.

You’ve been wandering around for at least a day if not more and didn’t know where you were going. There weren’t any clear walkways due to the blizzard ripping throughout the night. Since leaving Draco, you had gone through a forest and eventually wandered into a small town. The only light illuminating the roads were scarce street lights and the glow from the moon and stars. It almost seemed like an abandoned village, but it was also the middle of the night so you didn’t expect anyone to be out. 

With all of the snow blazing, you needed to find somewhere and fast before you got frostbite. As the storm continued at its pace, you saw a cabin up ahead and closed your eyes briefly in bliss.

Thank Merlin.

Finally reaching the cabin, you held out your wand towards the handle.

“Alohomora,” you whispered. The door clicked and unlocked. Placing your icy hand on the metal handle, you twisted it open and stepped inside before closing it softly behind yourself.

Looking around, there wasn’t any presence of life besides yourself. It was pitch black, without a single light in sight. You let out a breath of relief and walked straight to the kitchen on the other side of the room. It was a really small space, but you didn’t mind as it was only you here after all. 

It was a single story that had a few hallways. One of them leading to some sort of bedroom you assumed and a bathroom. The living room was across the way, almost connected to the kitchen. Turning on the water, you held your hands under the stream. 

It didn’t take long for the water to turn warm, providing immediately ease to the cold. You hummed in contentment, before turning it off and running your warm hands down your face. 

Exiting the kitchen, you looked at the mess rattling around the floor. Papers, books, and some broken furniture was everywhere slovenly. It seems like this place was robbed or destroyed of some sort. Only further adding to your theory that this place was empty.

Walking to the living room, you sat down on the small couch and rested your head on the arm rest. 

Could you have gone to the bedroom? Sure. But you didn’t plan to stay for that long anyways and being near the door was your best option of escaping at any given point.

Luckily there was a quilt on the couch that you pulled closer and over your body. Tucking your knees into your chest, you let out a sigh sitting in the stilling silence, except for the howling blizzard outside. You were exhausted not just physically but mentally and emotionally.

You couldn’t find it in your brain to figure out what you did wrong. Sure, you used an unforgivable curse, but it was out of self-defense.

Not that he even deserved it anyways.

You closed your eyes and left them that way. You were dozing off and allowed yourself to finally be consumed by sleep.

~*~

“She’s gotta be in there!”

“Would you be quiet!”

Your eyes shot open, and you grabbed your wand that was underneath you. Slowly moving the blanket off of you, you crawled down onto the floor on all fours. Light illuminated through the window that was just behind the couch. You quickly ducked, feeling your heart pump against your chest, so violently that you could feel your pulse throbbing in your throat.

Whoever it was has to be with the Ministry of Magic. How did they even find you.

“Do you see anything?”

THUD.

“Ow!”

“Shut up!”

“Shit..” you muttered under your breath. You had to move quickly and now. Crawling, you went across the room and into the kitchen to hide behind the counter tops. Pressing your back against the cabinet near the floor, you held your breath.

The door clicked, indicating someone was coming in. You mentally cursed yourself as you held your wand close to your body. There was only one way in and out, and unless you wanted to jump through a window, there was no other way to leave. You were going to have to face them one way or another.

Footsteps thumped against the hardwood floor, steadily. You could tell they were trying their best to stay quiet because it would become dead silent for moments, and the footsteps would continue every so often. 

Soon enough, you heard them going down one of the hallways and into the bedroom. This is going to be your only chance to escape. 

Briskly getting onto your feet, you sped across the room and to the front door. Throwing it open, the blizzard was still blazing as hard as ever. The harsh winds caused the door to loudly slam against the wall, giving away any sense of secrecy. Mentally cursing yourself, you ran a hand down your face to wake yourself up. You were still hazy from being woken up just moments ago.

The men began running away from the bedroom and instead closer to you.

Without turning around, you sprinted. 

“HEY! STOP!”

You ran as fast as you could while also shielding your face from the pestering snow, it almost becoming painful. You pushed every muscle to the max, widening your strides. 

You ran through the dimly lit streets, throwing whatever spells you could behind you to buy you more time. You kept turning around different corners in an attempt to lose the men who were chasing you, however this almost made you lose your footing due to the ice coating the floor.

You eventually ran all the way to the forest you met just a day or so prior. Just enough light from the moon allowed you to see well enough to avoid running into a tree. However, some branches that were hidden in the shadows cut you as the forest seemed to get darker with every step you took. 

You never slowed down, tripping over the occasional trunks that stuck out of the once-mushy woodland ground that was now beginning to ice over. Suddenly, you dropped onto the cold earth under you as a result of your foot becoming trapped in a hole on the ground that was deeper than it had appeared to be in the gentle moonlight above. You let out a silent cry in pain as you crawled forward, dragging your foot out of the pit. You limped, with no time to waste.

Eventually, your sides started to cramp, and breathing became difficult. You stopped moving and crouched down behind a tall tree trunk, bracing yourself against your knees, ignoring the pain coursing through your ankle. 

In an effort to conceal your presence, you tried to suppress your panting. You examined what little of the forest you could see as you peeked around the tree. There was no sign of the men who had been pursuing you. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, you turned back around, leaning against the tree your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Just as you were about to wipe the dirt off of your face, a hand clamped down over your mouth. You were about to scream when you heard-

“Y/N, it’s alright. It’s me.”

Turning your head, you locked eyes with Draco. There he stood, right next to you. He let his hand fall from your face as you examined him up and down. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking behind you and back at him. 

“H-How did you-” you stopped to cough, your voice hoarse from all the running, “How did you find me.” 

He softly held your face in hands, turning you slightly as he inspected your face. Fresh cuts and dirt from the branches littered your face and body. You pushed his hands away from you and looked to the side, his hands lowering.

“I shortly followed you after you stormed out the other day but I lost you,” he began.

Your face contorted into confusion, before you rolled your eyes and glared at him.

“That doesn’t explain how you found me, but it doesn’t even matter,” you mumbled stubbornly, “I don’t want to talk to you, I thought I made that perfectly clear.”

Putting your hands on the floor, you attempted to stand up. He held out his hand, but you ignored it and used the tree for support instead. Leaning on your one good foot, you crossed your arms over your chest. He stood in front of you.

Draco shook his head. “Y/N-”

“No," you snapped, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you made it quite clear that you don’t need me.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“And you know what! You have some nerve coming all the way out here when it was you who said you could handle yourself. So why do you bother looking for me to begin with.”

“If you would just let me-”

“Like, c’mon Draco! What can I possible be to you when you’ve been nothing but unsupportive when I almost gave my life to save you!”

“I-”

“Not to mention, that you literally tried harming me with-”

CRUNCH.

You gasped, turning around and instinctively flew into Draco’s arms when two men emerged from behind you, the floor crunching underneath them. Draco held onto you protectively when the men came closer breathing rather heavily. 

One of them collapsed onto the floor on their hands and knees heaving, while the other leaned against the tree directly across from you two, holding himself up with his arm and the other on his hip.

“M-Malfoy, I’m sorry bu-but,” the man against the tree wheezed, out of breath, “She’s re-really fast.”

“I’m gonna hurl,” the one on the floor grumbled, still trying to catch their breath.

You felt Draco’s chest rumble against your back as he chuckled. It was still dark, so it was hard to make out their faces. Confused, you looked up at Draco and back at the men.

“What’s going on,” you asked.

“If you would have let me speak, you would’ve known that I sent Crabbe and Goyle to look for you,” Draco answered.

You shook your head in disbelief. “Goyle..?”

“Yes,” Goyle panted against the tree trunk.

“Crabbe..”

“Mhm.” Crabbe said not looking up from the floor and instead motioning a thumbs up, still on the verge of vomiting.

Sudden realization hit you that you were still in Draco’s arms. You cleared your throat and took a step away from him, having his arms fall to his side. Standing on your good leg, you kept a little distance between the two of you. Your face was hot with embarrassment.

“When I couldn’t find you, I needed help, so I called them. We sought out in different directions, assuming you couldn’t have gotten that far. Eventually we met up in that town just down there, and split up to look for you. When I left one house, I saw you running down the street and I followed you from a distance because I wasn’t trying to startle you,” Draco confessed.

“I nearly lost my hand running after you because of the spells you were throwing at us,” Goyle said.

“And my dinner,” Crabbe mumbled, still nauseous. 

Guilt coated your chest. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, your voice considerably more quiet than it had been seconds ago. 

Draco cleared his throat gaining the attention of Crabbe and Goyle. 

“Do you mind giving us a little privacy,” he said. 

They nodded as Goyle helped Crabbe to his feet. They began to walk to some other part of the forest, their heavy breathing drifted the further they walked. Soon it was you and Draco alone once again.

You huffed through your nose and shifted your weight. A sharp pain shot up your leg, reminding you about your swollen ankle, having you silently cry out in pain. Almost losing your footing, Draco immediately noticed and held onto your arms steadying you.

“You’re hurt,” he frowned, feeling guilty this time.

Avoiding eye contact, you tried balancing on your own and away from his touch. “I’m fine.”

Draco closed the distance between the two of you, and firmly held onto you. He shook his head. 

"Y/N, stop it. You're hurt, here." He grabs the shirt he was wearing and rips off a thick piece of cloth from it. Draco bends down, the top of his head now becoming your line of vision, and he lightly grabs onto your calf, raising it. You didn’t fight him off this time. 

He looks up at you, concern lacing his eyes.

“Where does it hurt?”

You hesitate before answering but give in.

“My ankle,” you whisper. He looks back down and took off your shoe. He began binding it with tightly, having you wince and eyes water. You sniffled, barely realizing your eyes were watery, wiping your nose on the back of your hand.

Was it because of the pain or Draco.

Maybe a little bit of both.

“M’sorry, it needs to be tight until I can take you to better care,” he apologized. 

After he finished, he slipped your shoe back on and stood up. You nodded, holding your arms close to yourself and looking to the side, a few tears lightly trailing down the side of your face.

Why do you feel so shy around him suddenly.

Draco’s face now just centimeters from you, lightly grabs your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. You can feel his breath fanning over your face. You don’t pull away from him this time. He then cups your cheeks with his hands.

“Y/N,” he whispered softly. You blinked up at him with blurred vision. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs and frowns. You held onto his arm.

“What you did,” you began, “What you said. It really stung deep, Draco.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to harm you. I was just so angry at you for putting yourself in harms way, but more so mad at myself for allowing you to be in that position to begin with. I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you had actually gotten hurt or worse, killed. All because of me. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

You wanted to look down, however he kept a firm, but soft, grip on your face keeping eye contact.

“You can’t stand here and tell me you wouldn’t do the same if I were in your shoes,” you frowned. His lips fell into a straight line and he grimly nodded.

“I most likely would have,” he admitted.

The wind howled, swaying the trees. The cold, chilling air once again took its place surrounding you, filling in moments of silence. Swallowing, you took a shaky breath.

“Draco, I'd never let anything happen to you,” your voice wavered. 

“As I wouldn’t either. I’m deeply, truly, sorry about almost hitting you with stupefy. I don’t have any excuse other than I was so blinded with rage, I let my emotions get the best of me. Y/N, forget everything I said, because I didn’t mean any of it. When you left, I felt immediate regret and couldn’t bare that you were out there all on your own,” he says without hesitation.

He holds eye contact with you, waiting for you to say something. You bit the inside of your cheek, not knowing exactly what to say in the moment. Of course what happened was not okay, but you could see and feel the guilt emitting off of him.

“Y/N, I am so ashamed of how I acted towards you. You are my best friend and I am truly the worst one there ever is to exist in the history of best friends,” he frowned.

You blink, a small smile forming on your lips.

“So, I guess you need me after all then,” you whispered.

Tears began slowly collecting in Draco’s eyes. He dropped his hands to your waist, as yours wrapped around his neck, pulling you in close for an embrace.“I need you, Merlin, I need you so damn much, words cannot express.”

The two of you stayed in each others arms, lightly swaying from side to side for a moment before pulling away. Looking at you with loving eyes, Draco spoke once more.

“Forgive me?”

“Of course, Draco. I could never stay mad at you-”

“OH MY MERLIN, CRABBE’S PASSED OUT AFTER THROWING UP!” Goyle yelled somewhere in the distance from wherever he was.

You and Draco held your breath for a moment, before you snorted and he let out a small chuckle, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Maybe next time you try hunting me down with Crabbe and Goyle, make them announce themselves, so I can avoid making them chase after me,” you joked.

“I should’ve known,” he laughed, “There won’t be a next time. Now c’mon, lets get you out of here.”

He bent down to pick you up with one arm under your knees and the other on your back since you were unable to walk. Holding you bridal style, he held you close to his chest, not letting you go and off to find Goyle and a passed out Crabbe.

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The Last Star in the Galaxy- Viktor x gn! reader

Requests for Viktor are open! 

Fic type- this is really, it’s just--it’s severely heartachy fluff. I really needed a good cry and didn’t want to write angst so I wrote this instead

Warnings- this hasn’t been proofread

Throughout the decade that your relationship had gone on, you’d grown used to seeing two different sides of Viktor. In the workplace, affection was rare. 

A kiss to your cheek in passing on a particularly bad day, the use of ‘my love’ when mentioning you or asking you to pass him something were the only things of it that were commonplace. 

As the two of you left, Viktor would take your hand, interlace your fingers, and listen to you discuss the happenings of the day while the two of you were not either together or within close enough proximity. The moment you two were home, Viktor didn’t shy from pressing a kiss to your hand or telling you that he loved you, offering a sweater he’d bought with the intent of allowing you to ‘steal’ it. 

Weekends off were a rarity not often given to employees, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t patches of the day that were particularly slow. It was during one of these slower periods that you heard Viktors voice. 

“Dance with me, love,” he said. You looked up from the notes you were revising--his notes, to be precise. A set of things he’d jotted while observing the Hexcore only the pervious day--and scoffed at him, though you smiled as you did.

“To what music?” You asked.

“The music of our hearts, perhaps,” Viktor said before noticing the gramophone which had been placed in the farthest right corner of the room. It was one that Mel worked in from time to time, and she’d once told you that she kept it around in case she or yourself happened to want to listen to music to have something to bask in rather than the total silence otherwise. “Or your choice of the vinyls that Mel has bought for the gramophone.” 

You stood, rifling through her collection for a few minutes before landing on one you’d liked. You set it onto the gramophone, set the needle in the right spot, and grinned as you met Viktor near a desk. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist, the other one holding his crutch and keeping him upright. You rested your arms on either of his shoulders, the two of you beginning to sway to the melody.

“You missed me, Vik?” You asked. “Even during the slower parts of our days, you don’t normally come in asking me to dance.” 

“Yes, actually,” Viktor said. “We rarely get weekends off. We work twelve hours sometimes, sleep for eight. That’s four hours of me getting to admire you crammed into a day. I’ve missed you more and more lately, and I’ve decided to stop using the slower parts of our days to sit and do nothing. Dancing, talking, being in the same room as you, I need it to keep myself sane, I think.” 

“I’m not complaining at all,” you said. “I just--I was a bit taken aback, at first. You’re not quite the type to show affection in a work setting.”

“Jayce tends to tease me the moment I do more than glance lovingly at you when you’re not looking,” he said. “I can’t be bothered to care about it anymore, really. I can’t keep staring at my notepad wondering why the answers won’t come out of thin air. I can, however, take the time to spend it with you. Otherwise, most of the time we’ll have spent together will have been while we slept. Our work-life balance is pretty terrible.” 

You laughed. “Mhm. I agree with that, and I thank you for dancing with me at all. I love you so much, Vik.”

Viktor took a step closer, and suddenly, he was so close that you could feel his breath as he breathed in, out, against your lips. 

“I will love you until the last star in our galaxy dies out,” The words were followed by Viktor leaning back, resting his cane against the edge of the desk. He cupped your face in his hands for a moment, lips ghosting near your forehead until he felt you nod.

He pressed his lips to your forehead, allowing them to stay there for a long few moments as the two of you basked in what could only have been described as the purest form of contentment either of you had ever felt.

He pulled away, pulling you into a hug moments later.

“I love you,” he said. “I love you so much.” And really, truly, he did. He’d loved you since the two of you were eighteen and at the Piltover Academy together. He’d loved you when you were twenty-two and graduating with grins on your faces. He’d known he would love you for the rest of his life when he took Jayce with him to shop for an engagement ring at twenty six, needing a second opinion. You were the love of his life at twenty-seven as you said your ‘I do’s. You were the love of his life at thirty, as the two of you stood, wrapped in each others arms in the middle of an office space, a song playing faintly in the background. 

“I love you too,” you said. “Until the last star in our galaxy dies out.” The two of you pulled away as you said the words, and Viktor only grinned, pressing a quick, light kiss to your lips in response.

As Viktor ran a thumb across your cheek, catching a tear that’d skated down it in your moment of perfection, the office door opened.

“I knew you two were off being cute somewhere,” Jayce said with a laugh. Heimerdinger grinned, flexing his hands twice before moving them behind his back. “Heimerdinger wanted both of you to consult on a project he’s been working on. I offered to help him locate you two, and we’ve been looking for the better part of thirty minutes.”

“You’ve met your soulmate, Viktor,” Heimerdinger said. “They’re rare. Don’t happen often, but I really think the two of you were meant to be. I do request your council for this idea, but after, you two may go home. Enjoy the rest of the day to yourselves.”

Viktor cast a look at you as his hands moved from your face, one taking hold of your free hand, interlacing your fingers. 

“Thank you, Heimerdinger,” you said. 

He shook his head, pointing a finger in Viktors direction. “Until the last star in the galaxy dies is a very important vow. I expect you to keep it to them. Your partnership has done incredible things for Piltover. I don’t need that being messed with.”

Viktor laughed, a look of shock coming to his features. “How did you--”

“My hearing is impeccable. Now, if you will, our meeting will occur in my office.” 

Viktor and you both left, hands interlaced. As Jayce closed the door, Viktor pressed a kiss to your temple, feeling his heart fill with the love he felt, just as it always did when he looked at you. 

“I love you,” he mouthed as the two of you walked into Heimerdingers office.

“I love you too, Vik,” you mouthed back. “I vowed that I always would, and I don’t intend to break that any time soon.” 

Viktor let in the contentment he felt in that moment, knowing his words rang true.

You were the love of his life, really and truly. You’d be the one to hold such a candle until the last star in the galaxy finally died. There was no denying that. 

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane

[battyshopkeeper]

Diner Bird || Part 1

“One sleepless night after your shift as Robin, you come across a dingy diner to pass the time. You never expected to met a certain stranger that you’ll quickly befriend. Not knowing just what the future holds for you.”

Edward Nashton x GN! Reader

Requested by Anonymous: “hello! can i maybe request a Edward Nashton x robin reader?“

Word Count: 2784

Contains / Warnings: Implied obsessive behavior, Fluff if you really squint, Get ready for angst next chapter. 

You now understood how it felt to lose yourself to a title, How the connection to a mask could make your life like a hazy dream that you could burly remember. It made an odd type of loneliness, something within.

Maybe that's what Bruce saw in you, someone who was tired of being on the sidelines, with their life passing by to eventually meet a bitter end. But your life took a turn when the Prince of Gotham himself took you under his wing, gifting you the title of Robin and the promise to be by his side. It completely changed your life around, giving you a purpose to latch onto. But was it for the best? You didn't quite know.

You look up from the newspaper, staring down at Bruce, who had been hunched over his desk for what seemed like hours now. This was nothing new, usually his quietness leading to hanging around him like a bothersome cat while he worked the night away. You put down the newspaper with a loud thud in an attempt to get his attention. "With the election a couple of months away, I'm getting really weird vibes. You think I'm being paranoid?"

Bruce only lightly hummed in response, still too focused on tinkering with his suit. Not satisfied with his answer, you made your way to the metal table, sitting on the edge with a pout. "Sooo, whatcha doing?" "Working on gauntlet prototypes." He bluntly answered, leaving you to raise a brow as all you could do was watch him continue on with careful hands. It only took a bit for him to slow down before glancing up at you, "Your shift is over. If you're bored you can leave anytime."

Leaning your head back, you let out an exaggerated sigh. "What could I do this late at night though?" "Don't you have friends?" He asked in a dull tone, making you instantly respond without thinking. "Do you?" You freeze when you realized what you just blurted out, noticing Bruce's small glare before returning to his work, making you feel even worse. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean it that way."

He didn't even bother to respond. Yep. That was your sign to go, before you made things even more awkward for the both of you. Quickly grabbing your coat, you made your way to the elevator with a small stilted goodbye.

But leaving one problem only led to another. What the hell could you do now? With it being late and the rain pouring down. All you could really do was mindlessly ride your car through the dark streets of Gotham.

It wasn't after drifting off into a haze that you perked up when the lights of a neon sign attracted your eyes, the words 'Open 24/7' making you slow down to have a better look. It was for a worn down diner in a hid off corner, Nothing remarkable but for you? You were really craving a coffee right now.

You didn't hurry at all, taking your time to distract yourself with your surroundings and mundane actions. Even when making your way inside, you ignored the grimy feel that seemed to fill every crack and corner of the city. Simply giving a small smile to the obvious overworked waitress. Ordering a caramel latte while taking a seat on the spent out leather stool.

It took no time before you heard the waitress set a cup near you as you were too distracted looking around the lonely joint. With a small 'Thanks' you took a sip, knowing full well this was probably worsening your caffeine addiction. But honestly this was more peasant then you thought it was gonna be. A moment of peace as all you heard was the pitter patter of rain, and the television softy playing late night sitcoms in the background. You didn't even pay attention when you heard the front door open with it's ringing bell. You took another sip, being in your own small bubble as you stared off into nothing. Memories of tonight fighting replaying again and again, making you feel a familiar pit in your stomach.

"Sorry, you're four dollars short." You overheard, slightly turning your head, seeing it as a distraction to eavesdrops on. "Oh um—I'm sorry. I swear I had five bucks here." You head a soft voice speak along with the rustling of clothes. "Look honey, either pay up or order something cheaper."

"I'll pay the rest," You suddenly interrupt. The man with glasses looked on in surprise as you lifted a couple of bucks from your wallet. "Would hate for someone to catch a cold in this weather." You gave a friendly smile at the stranger, the waitress taking the money but not after glancing at both of you in suspicion.

The stranger awkwardly stood still, keeping his head down while his hands kept fidgeting with a small book and pen. "You can sit here with me. I'm not gonna bite." "Thank you," Edward mumbles while taking the seat next to you before his hands opened up the book to it's near end, revealing a half done crossword puzzle. Even when looking down at it, Edward would not-so-subtly take a few timid glances at you.

"So you got a late night shift like me?" You try to start, seeing him struggle to respond. Eventually shaking his head. "I can't seem to sleep tonight. I usually drive around—I decided to try something new tonight." "Heh, guess we're nocturnal animals. Deep down inside." You comment before taking another sip from your cup. Edward slowly turned to you, his green eyes taking in your appearance and features almost like he was trying to analyze you. You mirror him with curiosity and he seemed to quickly realize just how creepy it seemed, choosing to focus on the coffee that was being placed in front him instead. Never being the kind to let things down, you gesture at his puzzle book. "I wish I was good at those things, always end up raging."

"They're just little things for fun. Not that important really." Edward softly tried to dismiss, but you weren't having any of that. "Being able to solve things like that says a lot about a person. It's necessary in a way." "I wouldn't say they're necessary for life though." "Well, I think life is a puzzle. It explains why I suck so much at it." You let out a chuckle, feeling a little joy when his lips formed a half smile. "I'm good at them and life still sucks for me. Guess it's all down to luck at the end of the day." "Luck? Like how we've met right now?" You couldn't help but tease, seeing the man get visibly taken aback. "Hard to tell what's in store when you're burly making it to the entrance..." Edward's voice almost died out at the end, like he lost his confidence halfway through when your eyes met once again. "Is that a promise to check out what's in store?" You playfully ask, Edward's mind almost overheating at your boldness. "Maybe? I don't—I don't really know."  "Hm, Let's get the ball rolling then. What's your name?" The stranger looked hesitant to answer, his leg anxiously bouncing against the tiled floor. "Ed—It's Edward Nashton." Yeah, this guys was too adorable for his own good. You quickly reply with your name, shaking his hand before his attention returned back to his book, you looked on with interest as the sound of his pen scribbling away was almost hypnotic. It was after a bit that you decided you weren't done teasing him just yet. "What's your fastest record?"

"I've never timed myself..." "Up for the challenge then?" You taunt him with a playfully smirk, as a response he flipped the page to a new one while looking up at you, "Got a timer on your phone?" He confidently said with a smile.

That was the first time you met Edward, the point where your life turned around like Bruce had done before. That night ending with the vague promise of being there next Friday, but that was all you both needed to get attached to one another. What was originally a random night at a dingy diner became many nights at a new safe haven.

With those days becoming weeks that eventually bled into months, Edward became a close friend in your eyes as you clicked almost instantly to his unusual personality.

It became scarily easy to go into deep talks out of nowhere that would somehow divert to the most bizarre things you both could come up with. Leading to moments of dying laughter, along with cringey but lighthearted times like squirting coffee out your nose when caught off guard by a crude joke, or the times you had to pause your deep conversations when a stray customer came in. For the first time you found someone else to pass these nights with, a new reminder that there was something outside of being in the shadows as Robin. While you loved Bruce, truly with all your heart, his silence always felt cold. And with his titles as Gotham's Prince along Batman, it made him seem like an untouchable concept. But Edward was anything but that, he was completely odd—Someone so meek but could change in the blink of an eye. It made it addicting to see the range his personality could go, it made seeing him even more addicting.

Of course, your trips to see the riddle obsessed man didn't go unnoticed by the bat and his butler, especially when you always made your way out the hideout in such a giddy hurry. The two already having discussed it behind your back as a point of concern, Alfred was encouraging at the idea of you finally socializing while Bruce could only halfheartedly agree, a secret part of him feeling protective over you that mixed with an unfounded ominous feeling.

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The diner was full of laughter once again, your hand gripping the counter to support yourself from falling over as he gripped your shoulder to keep himself up. "Okay—Okay! I got another one." Clearing his throat before speaking, Edward tried his best to stop from breaking into fits of laughter. "Some people prefer being on top, others prefer being bottom, and it always involves a bed—" "Bitch, us?" You interrupt as he quickly choked on his saliva, leading to a domino effect of you laughing even harder that Edward couldn't help but mirror. "Stop—I can't fucking breathe, Stop!" He says between laughs and desperate gasps. It took a while to finally settle yourselves and fully calm down, both your faces now sore from constant grinning as the waitress passed by with an annoyed glare. You finally take that as a sign to drink your coffee in a small attempt to rehydrate. Edward finally glances up after gently putting his drink down, his demeanor changing slightly.

"This is sort of sudden, but I noticed..." Edward starts off with a polite smile, "You've never told me about your life out of here. I don't know what your number is, not even what job you have."

"Because it's not interesting." You slightly lie, only to notice his smile somehow change once again. "I don't believe that." He smugly said, almost all knowing, making you audibly huff. "What? Are you psychic now too?" "I actually know every thing about you." Edward stated with that changed smile, eyes squinting with something you couldn't quite explain. You instead take it at face value; An odd sarcastic joke. "How about this, You tell me something about your life and in return I'll tell you something about mine." He hummed in agreement while swallowing his last bit of his coffee.

"I was a choir boy when I was little. It was kinda awful—" He started with a small chuckle, while you let out a small one along side him. "No fucking way—You? That makes sense now that I think about it. No offense." "None taken. But it's your turn for judgment now."

You pause, pursing your lips in thought before responding, "My parents were poor ass hell, but friends with a billionaire—Who now pays for my college." "That's why I sensed a hint of snobbery from you." He taunted as you pouted with a glare, taking it as a threat to continue. "I uh—I like to collect gift cards in my spare time. Vintage, new, thrifted. It doesn't matter." You gave Edward a curious glance to which he tilted his head with a shrug. "There's something about it—The cards that is. Brings some kind of nostalgic feeling, even if I never got them as a kid." You just listen to him, noticing the way he gleamed before suddenly stopping with an apologetic look. "I got carried away, sorry. It's your turn now." 

You rest your chin on the palm of your hand with a teasing smile. "I changed my mind actually. I wanna remain mysterious." That smile turned to a grin when hearing him let out a defeated whine and mumbled complaints.

Your attention flicked to the television for a brief second, nothing but campaign ads and reminders for tomorrow's final debate showing. It was enough to wipe your grin, like it was a reminder of the grim reality out there, outside this little bubble in this small diner. That uncertain feeling that had lingered on for so long creeping back up again with a chill. "I feel like everything's getting crazier, isn't it?" You mumble, Edward only shrugged while pulling out his wallet. "It's Gotham, if it isn't crazy you should be even more worried."

"Yeah but I feel like we're at a tipping point, either things are gonna get better or much worse." "Things always get worse around here." Edward frowns in thought, ignoring your concerned stare. "I don't believe that, I think it's good to have a little hope. Even in a place like this. It's all we have." "What happens when you get tired of hoping? Wishing on stars?" He looks up at the television with pure disdain. Something you rarely saw from him, It made you hesitant to speak up but you knew you had to be the positive one here. "You never stop wishing, you just get better at lying to yourself that you have." Edward looked at you, his eyebrows still furrowed yet eyes softening at your gaze. It made you feel fuzzy for a second before your cynical side came up, shaming you for it.

"So should we head out now? I gotta sleep soon, my boss is already complaining about my less then perfect sleep schedule. Not that he even tries to fix it." You stand up, hands straightening out your coat as Edward followed with a disappointed frown.

It was always bittersweet when leaving to go your separate ways, secretly wanting to walk by his side for a bit longer but still too terrified to even ask. You took a deep breath when exiting out the diner, being met with a harsh cold breeze yet it didn't stop your face from heating up; Tonight you decided you were going to take a step forward.

You suddenly turn to Edward with a timid look, clasping your hands together. "You wanna hang out later—like outside this place?" You swear you were about to slap yourself at how painfully awkward that delivery was. But it was like a miracle from the stars when he didn't comment on it.

Instead Edward pushed his glasses up, turning his head in a subtle way to hide his shy smile. "I would...Really like that, actually." You had to stop yourself from grinning by the sheer excitement his words brought you. Fumbling like an idiot as you reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone. "Can I get your number then?" He took no time to take your phone, typing his number with an underling bittersweet joy. Soon giving it back, not hiding the light gasp when your fingers faintly touched.

You both stood there for a moment, taking in each others sight, like you wanted these seconds to last for a lifetime.

Before you could do anything Edward suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug as you froze there, completely bewildered. A part of you felt like your heart was going to beat out your chest, the other feeling a newfound comfort by this unfamiliar warmth and the scent of him so close. You couldn't help but hug back, closing your eyes to take this in. Not noticing how his arm move so slightly down to your side. It felt like the moment was cut short when he finally pulled away, being surrounded with the lonely cold once again that made you wish he lingered a little longer. "I'll see you soon." He softly whispers before walking off, leaving you completely dazed in rose tinted glasses.

It felt like that moment would forever glimmer like a diamond in your mind, yet it only took one night for that memory to shatter like glass instead.

#the batman #the riddler #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x male reader #riddler x reader #riddler x male reader

[walter-boswell428]

Sunshine and Smiles - First Kiss? Last Kiss? (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1263781603-sunshine-and-smiles-first-kiss-last-kiss?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=WallyBoswell&wp_originator=%2FhwHOFjbgoqhKIfRhUCYPWdhCBFvy13rrD2Se%2BMvTj06kzcwoJsk9Ttv240%2BTztgoghnmVWCKug%2Fn9WlOVBlZELif4vUifUFoXiwmZ25xV4oHAhV8w5L26tDKtAlNKCd Reader Request, thanks @Dee15110. Lena is getting married, not to Kara. Harley just wants to talk. Is it possible? We'll see.

#alexdanvers #anger #angst #fluffy #funny #harleyquinn #jealousy #karadanvers #karazorel #littlebitofangst #nolena #readerrequest #resentment #supergirl #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

[s3xiel4ss]

My Love

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Navi!Reader

Requested: no

Summary: After hearing that Neteyam is moving right before your confession, you have to do something. 

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, sarcasm, cursing, not proofread

bro is so fine omg

You two were so in love and everyone could see it. Except you and him couldn’t tell. 

From the hugs that lasted a little too long, always trying to learn more about the other, paying attention to them most, staring at each other from across the room, and hanging out together the most often. 

You were in love, undoubtedly. However, no matter how much people brought it up to you two you always denied it and called each other a bestfriend. 

You both were in love with each other, you knew that much. 

You’ve known each other since birth. You’re parents being friends with his, you grew up together. You two were inseparable with the other. 

----

You heard the news of them moving to a different clan and freaked out. You’ve been planning for like a month now on how you would confess your love towards him. He can’t move now!

You go to see him at his tent. 

“Hey Mr. and Mrs. Sully!” You greeted walking into their home. 

“Hello Y/n” they both responded in sync. 

“Is Neteyam here I need to talk to him about something” You asked them.

They gave each other confused looks, “Y/n dear he went to find you. At least that is what he said.” Neytiri responded.

You eyebrows furrowed together out of confusion. Why was he looking for you? You thanked them and went out looking for him, you couldn’t find him anywhere. You lost hope and went back home. Then that's when you saw him. 

“Neteyam!” You yelled.

He looked behind him, he looks relieved. You ran up to each other. 

“I have to tell you something” You said at the same time.

You gave him a look that implied he go first, as he did.  “I talked to mine and your parents and they said it’s fine if you come with us once we move!” He exclaims to you. 

You smile and drop your jaw out of shock, “seriously?!” your smile getting wider. 

You hug him around his neck while he pulled you closer by your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. 

It lasted a minute long before you finally let go of eachother. 

“Um, what was it you wanted to say again?” he asks. 

Your eyes widened forgetting that you were about to confess your love towards him, knowing that even if he didn’t feel the same he would be moving and it wouldn’t matter anymore. 

Now you were having second thoughts. What if he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings? What if you make everything stupid and awkward.  

“right.” you say, you clear your throat and start to speak, “ Neteyam, ever since we were kids I knew I wanted to grow old and weird with you. Though the longer I have gotten to know you the more in love with you I fell. Neteyam, I love you so much. I love you and I have ever since I knew what real love was.” 

He just stood there, you didn't realise you started shedding tears while you spoke. 

All he responded with was wiping away one tear with his thumb. 

“Please don’t kill me for this later” he states.

He leans in and kisses you. 

When he pulled away you felt a state of shock. He liked, or loved, you as well?

He whispers in your ear, “I think... I can love you too”

You smile and feel your cheeks heat up. 

“I didn’t mean to fall for you” you told him jokingly. 

“And neither did I” he agreed. 

“...Fucking pardon me?” You repiled with a sarcastic smile and chuckle. 

#neteyam x reader #neteyam bb is pretty #avatar #i love him sm #neteyam #stupid fluff

[szalipcombo]

Not Like The Magazines Pt 1

Eddie Munson x Black!Reader

Request: can you write please smut where Eddie and fem!reader are doing it for the very first time? maybe in his trailer, he is sooo clumsy like he read a lot of sexual magazines ECC but he realized that in real life is so much different!

thank you 🙏🏻 so much❤️

Descriptions/Triggers: smut, (minors dni) fluff, cursing, drug use of weed, awkwardness. Eddie is insecure and is touched starved in this, and so is the reader. Of course black!reader but open to everyone. 

A/N: thank you sooo much for trusting me with this, I hope you enjoy it! 

Words: sorry it's kinda long! 

How to Please Your Lady! Chicks Dig This!” 

When Edward Munson wasn't reading the hobbit, he was reading his second favorite form of literature; porn magazines. He will never forget the first time he discovered porn. He was 15 years old, yes a late bloomer, and snuck into Wayne’s things trying to find a lighter to smoke. While rummaging through his drawer he found a magazine “Uncle Wayne reads” he thought in his head. That's when he realized that it wasn't just any old magazine. If the bunnified Dolly Parton didn't give it away, the big white letters did “PLAYBOY” and lucky enough the first page he saw was a centerfold of a stark naked lady. Ever since that day he would sneak and read that issue and others. Even got a fake ID just to buy his own. 

Eddie wasn't a sex addict, just a curious boy. He of course branched out to the more “rough” publications of smut hooked was an understatement. It wasn’t until recently he discovered the “books” gave advice, on both dating and sex. He never had to read that section before, no one ever wanted to pursue him in that way or in any way really. Until the devil walked up to him; you. His world stopped when he saw you almost strutting to him with nude tights, scarlet red knee-high boots, a tight red bodysuit that hugged and pushed everything, bouncy Brown curls, and a velvet headband with lucifer’s horns. Along with your risque outfit, you sported a playful smile. You eyed him too, him in his Steve Tyler costume. (a/n: think Eric Foreman in that scene) “You’re Munson, right?” Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the energy of Halloween, to this day he doesn't know. But something in him told him to smirk and channel the person who inspired his costume “it's actually Steven Tyler” You cocked your head to the side and muttered a confused “huh?” His brain was tossing out different responses but the main was “Don’t scare her off dingus!” “Yea I'm Munson, how can I help you?” “I heard you have some of… my lettuce?” gesturing to your outfit. He acknowledged your joke with a small chuckle, he nodded on the way to the bathroom “Yea, I do. What's your name by the way?” “Y/n” 

That was just a couple of months ago and now you guys are together much, to everyone’s surprise, but especially Eddie’s. You two have been together for five months, five glorious months. It wasn't always like that though, Eddie’s insecurities got the best of him. Here you were, smart, gorgeous, and witty. You were actually scheduled to graduate on time and you were dating the town’s freak. You would always reassure him that you liked him for him “flaws” and all. And in those five months, you haven't had sex yet. Of course, you would make out, out, and give a subtle touch here and there but never all the way. There was one time when you did give him a handjob after watching him practice some rock song. His slim fingers and concentrated face aroused you. When he looked up at you he saw you giving him a strange look. He's not a stranger to looks, but this one was different. “Can you put the guitar down please?” “Was I that bad?” he joked but sobered up quickly when you crawled over to him on the end of the bed “Not at all” you swallowed his gasp with a kiss and like a magnet gravitated your hand towards his crotch. Stopping the kiss to ask “ This isn't too much?” “N-not at all” copying your recent response a few moments ago. You managed to slip your smooth brown hand into his pants marveling at its growth. You were too busy googling at his dick that you didn't notice him trying to keep his composure. Testing the waters, you let a line of drool coat his tip and jerked it “it's so pretty Eds” The compliment caused him to finish right then and there. You gasped as he coated his shirt with some band he's been trying to get you to listen to. “I’m so sorry! I didn't mean- I mean I did! But not that quick! I mean I've never had someone do that. Shit lemme-” to cut his rambling off you kissed him again. “It's okay Eddie, it was kinda hot” You brought a finger up to your mouth and moaned at the taste. You were always told that sperm was salt  be bitter, and that's exactly how Eddie’s tasted. Eddie’s eyes never left yours and attempted to pull you onto his lap despite his dick still being out. “Lemme make it up to you-” “Eddie it's okay. We don't have to do anything tonight. We have time” 

A/n: It's too long for one post so on to part two!

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Wally Darling x Transmasc!Reader

Requested by doubleanon on AO3

Reader uses He/They, while Wally uses He/It.

This is a fluff oneshot, so relax, kick back, and enjoy!

☻-Third Person POV-☻

It was a quiet and calm evening in The Neighborhood, with most of the residents holed up inside of their homes and preparing themselves for a long nights rest. Whether it be getting dressed in their array of sleeping garments, doing a few more late evening tasks before they fall into a deep state of slumber, or making something to help them fall asleep, it was all preparations for the night ahead of them. Within this quiet night, only few things could be heard if you strained your ear hard enough. With some of the sounds varying from the hushed songs of a cricket, the sound of the gentle winds sifting through the beautiful grass that surrounded the area, and perhaps even the sounds of the dear neighbors inside their homes. Noises that were soft enough to dismiss, yet welcome for those who sought after it.

However, among the lovely little residents that reigned within this town, it seemed like two of our neighbors were a little more active than the rest. Choosing to stay up just to simply enjoy each other's company for just a little while longer while they stayed awake. Even if there was always tomorrow awaiting, it just felt a little too far away for the lovers that resided in the animated home.

And the lovers in question consisted of not only Wally Darling, but another resident who always found themselves within his humble abode.

The two figures were comfortably upon Wally's large bed, with the mentioned puppet sitting upright upon the comfortable furniture, with his beloved lying on the bed with their head resting upon his lap. His eyes gazed softly at the smiling figure above them while relishing in the feeling of its hands gently playing his hair as Wally knew it was a method that helped him go to sleep. Or rather, one of them, for the time being. Its hands shifted from petting his hair to twirling strands round and round its finger, seeming to always get a dozy little laugh out of his system. Which in turn made Wally's everlasting smile grow by the sound that blessed his ears each time.

However, as time slowly ticked on by, he couldn't help but notice their resilience to let sleep overtake them once more. Whether they were still having troubles falling asleep, or whether they were forcing themselves to stay away for just a little bit longer to enjoy both Wally's presence and touch was something the mentioned fellow was used to. It was something that often repeated most nights they shared. Yet, no matter how many times it reoccurred, he always found it amusing.

With a hum, he would soon stop playing with his beloved's hair and slowly bend down so that their faces were closer together. With a few mere inches separating them, which was hard to ignore. Using one of his now free hands, Wally would gently tap his partner on the nose before saying,

"I believe I was doing this to help you fall asleep, dear. It looks like you're still awake."

He was playfully chiding the lovestruck fool that was sprawled against his lap, they could tell it easily. Even if his voice mostly remained the same, calm and smooth state that was difficult to tell the tone of sometimes, they knew with confidence that he was poking at them for fun. Which brought a smile up onto their face, and a small laugh to leave their system before they slowly reached up. Tapping Wally upon the same place, even if he clearly had a lack of a nose.

"Unknown to you, I am asleep actually. I'm just sleep talking is all."

It seemed amused with his playful nature as it gazed down at his cheery form, a flat snicker leaving his mouth by the antics he was getting up to. Another thing that wasn't uncommon, as it was known about how much of a slightly playful nature its dearest had. Even in times when he should be passed out cold.

"Is that so? Then why are your eyes open, hmm?"

"I sleep with my eyes open."

"And how come you seem very, very awake?"

"I'm very skilled at what I do."

This seemed to get a rise out of Wally as he began to laugh by their clearly obvious lies, and excuses of why they hadn't fallen asleep. Just a little late night fun is all that the two of them were having, and gosh was it delightful. Truly, Wally would give almost anything in the world to have moments like this with him over and over again.

With a sigh slipping past its lips as it was done laughing, it seemed to have gotten an idea with the way it remained silent for a moment. Slowly, its hands would begin to move back to their hair, and instead of playing with it, he did something that he absolutely knew was foolproof.

It took them a moment to register what was happening before a mock gasp left their mouth, one of their arms going up to their eyes and shielding them as if they couldn't bear to look at the devious puppet above them.

"Oh you snake! You sly slithering snake! You dare pull out my weakness against me?! In my most vulnerable moment? Oh, oh! Shame to you! Shame to you, sir!"

It had gotten another laugh out of Wally by hearing him practically proclaim murder, of course, in a hushed voice to not wake any of the neighbors who were resting peacefully at this reasonable time. His actions were dramatic as were his words while Wally watched, absolutely fascinated at his theatrics. Something like this would be perfect for one of Sally's various stage plays. Overtime, as the seconds slowly moved on by, their histrionics would slowly begin to die down until they were left almost completely silent. Their eyes noticeably droopy, and threatening to close to a permanent shut for the rest of the night.

Wally could notice the way his breathing slowed and the way every blink was a seal of doom with how hard they were to open again. Yet as for the mentioned 'snake', he simply and gently braided away, using the little trump card he had above his lover to finally coerce them into falling asleep. For once, it was almost completely quiet within the house with Wally's paramour no longer having the energy to keep themselves awake, nor resort to playful excuses to defend themselves from the beast of slumber.

It took as much reserved energy as possible for him to tilt his head up to look at Wally's lightly smug filled features that shined down on him, making his eyes narrow before saying in a slow manner,

"..You're evil. You're so, so evil. I'll get you back for this you devilish being."

The smugness that graced its face only seemed to become more intense by the words that were passed to it a chuckle leaving its system as it cooed out in a tone that matched its features,

"My, my, I'm afraid of your all powerful wrath, handsome. Now, give in to my 'devilish' little spell and fall asleep. You look awfully tired."

A defiant huff had left his system by hearing the words that left Wally's mouth, but truly, he had no other choice to comply. So, with a mock pout, he'd roll his eyes gaily before saying in a voice that sounded oddly like a medieval knight on his last breath,

"If I must."

With a final laugh, Wally would soon fully lean down to press a sweet kiss upon their temple, not missing for how a gentle smile rose onto their face by the love displayed upon them. The last thing they heard before they dozed off into a heavy slumber were the loving words that left Wally's mouth as one of his hands gently caressed their cheek with such gentleness and care that would have lightly flustered them if they had been a bit more awake.

"I love you. Sweet dreams, darling."

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Love You┆Kodai Tatta x GN! Reader

Requested by: me myself and I

Characters: Y/N, Tatta

Summary: You got a fever and Tatta takes care of you in the real world.

Word count: 483

PURE FLUFF

Masterlist┆Queue┆Guidelines

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You woke up in a sweat, Tatta was no where to be found in your shared room. You took your phone and checked the time. it was 10:31 am, you figured he was at work by this time. You weren’t feeling that well, you could barely get out of bed. You texted Tatta saying you weren’t feeling well and will stay home.

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You took a bath

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I had just gotten out of the shower and is all dressed up, you heard a noise of keys unlocking a door. You figured it was Tatta and just took your phone as you checked the time (again 💀). It was 11, you were still so tired and lost in your own thoughts and didn't even notice Tatta entering the room. “Hi there my love, are you feeling okay?” He asked, in a rather soft tone. “I guess” You said, before coughing.  -------- Timeskip -------- He checked your temperature and went out again, you decided to just rest a bit while you wait for him. You slowly closed your eyes and took a nap.

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DREAM WORLD 

(omori reference real)

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You woke up in the middle of the forest, wind blowing your hair. It was nice. You got up, you felt something weird. You realized you were no longer sick for some reason. You walked around looking for people but come across a small house. It was your house. You opened the door and walked on in it was clean and neat, you almost thought it wasn’t your house. You went to your shared room and saw Tatta getting ready for work. You called out to him, you thought he didn’t notice you. So, you called out to him again, but he just can’t seem to notice! You kept calling out to him till the ground broke and something pulled you under. 

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You woke up screaming. You started feeling nauseous, almost felt like you were going to throw up. You heard footsteps running towards your shared room. The footsteps stopped and you looked at the door, it was Tatta.  “What happened?! Are you okay?!” He exclaimed, worried. You could barely say anything from the shock, all you did was let out a noise. Tatta sighed and gave you some warm soup. “Here, eat this, I made it just for you” he said, with a soft smile. You ate it, it was nice. It warmed your already warm body.

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After finishing it

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You whined when he had to to clean the soup bown but Tatta insisted you should rest. He got up but you pulled him down and cuddled him while he was on top of your body. You two stayed like that for awhile, whispering sweet nothings into eachother’s ears. “Love you” Tatta says, blushing hard. “I love you too.” you say, giggling. You had a nice time with him.

◈The End

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I JUST HAD TO FINISH THISSSS!! ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR A MONTH 😭 

Anyways tags: 

@tattasgf

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