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goodbird1 · 3 months

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My firecracker

Alastor x fem reader

Word count: 634

Summary: Charlie learns about Alastor wife.

Warnings: mention of death and murder (please tell me if I miss any)

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Alastor stood on a balcony overlooking the city. The hotel was celebrating for some reason or another he didn't particularly care. Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out a locket. Unclasping it reveals an image of a woman.

“I thought doing this would make me feel better in some way, or at least dull the pain for the time being” Alastor began, looking down at the locket. “It was foolish of me to think that would happen. It's happening all over again, and I don't think I have a chance to see you again.”

Tears started swelling in his eyes. Quickly pulling out a handkerchief and wiping them away.

“You know I always took you as someone who likes entertainment and parties are pretty entertaining” Charlie said coming out on the balcony.

“Oh I'm just getting some fresh air, it's far too stuffy in there” Alastor replied, shoving the locket back in his coat. Not before Charlie notices.

“What's that?” Charlie said, reaching out.

Instinctively Alastor slapped Charlie's hand away, holding the locket even closer now. Towering over her with a cruel look on his face, he saw the fear in her eyes. Normally he'd relish in it but this was no sight he wanted to see on charlie. Signing he pulled out the locket again shifting it through his fingers.

“My apologies dear,” he said, turning back to the city. “I didn't mean to snap, it's a locket with my wife's photo in it, it's the only thing I have left of her.”

“You never told me you were married,” Charlie said, coming to Alastor's side.

“I don't much like to talk about it” Alastor signed.

“Can I ask, what was she like?” Charlie questioned.

“Oh she was wonderful” He began. “She was a firecracker, always 3 steps ahead of everyone. Beat you in any game and once you thought you had the upper hand she'd pull the rug right out from your feet. She was kind and considerate, and believed in second chances. She'd taught me that. And oh she could sing like an angel. I would play the piano, she would sing and the world would fade away.”

“She sounds amazing, you know maybe if you redeem yourself you can see her again in heaven!”

“Haha oh darling, anybody worth knowing comes down here!” Alastor said between laughs. “She would always tell me she would rather burn in hell with me than sit alone in heaven. Did you know that our fathers decided to put us together to ‘contain our unnatural behavior’? And she came up with a plan to kill both our families and then burn the evidence! Oh it was then I knew she was the one.”

Memories started flooding back when they were both alive and then both died. But this time they didn't hurt so much now.

“What happened to her?” Charlie asked, bring Alastor back to reality.

“The first or the second time?” Alastor joked trying not to spiral.

“Both?” She whispered hesitantly.

“The first time she was in a tree, mistaken for a bird and shot down the fall was what killed her. The second time…” Alastor choked clutching the locket for dear life. Clearing his voice he started again. “Well you don't make it as far as I have without making a few enemies. They sent her back in pieces.”

“That's awful!” Charlie exclaimed.

“No need to worry they won't hurt anyone now.” Signing, he stepped away from the edge. “Come on dear, let's join the party.”

“Hey Al, can I ask one more thing?”

“And what would that be?”

“Do you think she would have liked the hotel?”

Turning fully around to face Charlie. A kind smile across his face with a hand reaching out for her.“Oh she would love it.”

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#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hasbin hotel #x reader fic #fanfic

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juneberrie · 11 months

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MISS HER, KISS HER, LOVE HER

🧸 percy jackson

author's note quick lil percy boo blurb because im debating whether to work on the princess diaries au or nah xx love u all!!

word count 0.6k

warnings fem!reader, petnames, tooth-rotting fluff

ᥫ᭡ little romantic gestures ; resting foreheads together

percy unlocked the door to the jackson apartment, skateboard under his arm, and was immediately greeted by estelle running up to him with a big grin.

"hi percy!!" she exclaimed, raising her arms up. he laughed and scooped her up, kissing her on the cheek.

"hey, stella," he smiled, carrying her over to the couch where sally and paul sat watching a show. he leaned over and pressed a kiss to sally's head. "hi, mom. hey, paul."

sally took estelle from her brother's arms and smiled. percy stood for a few moments, watching the show. he heard estelle giggle and lean into sally, whispering loudly.

"should i tell him, mama?" she glanced at percy and her giggling intensified. percy picked her up from her mother's lap and held her up like in the lion king.

"what're you gonna tell me, starfish?" he asked, throwing her in the air and catching her again, causing her giggles to get even louder. percy's heart warmed at the sight of his little sister's grin.

"nothing!! its a secret!!" she shrieked. percy attacked her little face with kisses.

"oh, y'gotta tell me now," he threatened playfully, his face breaking into a smile. "or else i'm just gonna find out on my own."

stella kept looking back and forth between sally, percy, and...

"is there something in my room, stella?" estelle's eyes widened in surprise and she fought to get out of her brother's embrace.

"no!! nothin' in your room percy!!!" she finally managed to escape his grip and stood in front of his door, arms and legs spread wide like a starfish. percy walked calmly towards her as paul and sally watched with knowing smiles on their faces.

"stella...." he started. before she knew it, she was over percy's shoulder like a potato sack. her peals of laughter echoed throughout the hall as percy strode towards his room. his hand twisted the knob and he pushed open the door.

his eyes went wide. his cheeks flushed. he gently helped stella to the ground before taking another step into his room.

"y/n?" he whispered. his girlfriend waved from her spot on the bed where she was laying, scrolling through her phone.

"hi perce," she smiled. "how-" she didn't get to finish, because percy ran to her, picked her up, and spun her around in a joyous hug.

"oh my gods, i missed you so much, angel," he laughed into her neck. he felt her smile and he set her down and pulled away. he immediately leaned forward and connected their lips, which elicited a squeal of disgust from estelle as she ran from her brother's room and shut the door behind her.

when they finally pulled apart, percy's face was red and he could feel the heat emanating from his girl. he took in her gorgeous smile, her pretty eyes, her wonderful hair. he wanted to memorize every part of her before she ever made it out of this room.

"what're you doing here?" he asked, face still split in a smile.

"school's over, so i thought i might come stay with you before we go to camp," she replied. she quickly added, "if that's okay with you?"

"of course its okay with me, babe!!" he nearly shouted it for how happy he was to see her. "you can always stay with me—us!! my mom loves you!" she laughed and he wished he could freeze the moment and put it in a locket.

she rested her forehead against his and murmured softly, "i love you, perce."

he kissed her nose. "i love you more, sugar."

#seaweed brain (liz’s version)#liz’s writing ♡#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #pjo #pjo x reader

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empresskylo · 10 months

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would you do headcanons if price was readers boyfriend?! 🫶🫶😮‍💨

↳ yuuhhh i gotchuu 🫶

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, feminine pet names used, smutty content at the end

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♡ such the gentleman. he asked you out on a proper date when he realized you both were feeling something for one another. even tho it’s really hard to do/find the time whilst working, he managed to do something cute for you.

♡ possessiveeeee! even before you were dating, when he knew he liked you, he’d act all possessive over you. all the other men knew to stay away from you or they’d get on price's bad side (they’re so dramatic). so even now, he likes to have his claim over you and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

♡ that doesn't mean the men didn't tease him a lil bit--and by men, i mean gaz. he would team up with you a lot, or be a lil extra touchy with you in front of price, just to see him get pissed. but price couldn't really do much about it because you two weren't dating and you didn't even know he was into you like that. ♡ gaz looked at you, smirking, and you felt one of your eyebrows raise. he walked closer to you and decided to help you get situated for your upcoming mission. he was giving you a hand in securing your tactical gear, making the process go faster, when price approached. "I think she's got it." gaz looked up at him and gave him a knowing smile. "just trying to speed things up, cap." price's jaw tightened, having no choice but to keep moving unless he wanted to explain just why he was annoyed at gaz doing something so innocent as helping you.

♡ speaking of being possessive, he is also very proud to be with you. he doesn’t find the need to keep your relationship a secret even if he knows people will judge you both for it (you’re so much younger, he’s your superior, etc). he wants everyone to know.

♡ and he’s not afraid of some pda. he’ll give you little kisses randomly that catch you off guard (especially if you’re a soldier under his rank). there have been times when the others teased you about it. obviously, price didn’t care, but you always got flustered. “i’ll be back at the barrics,” price directed to you and soap who both gave him a curt nod. price leaned down towards you and before you could question him, he placed a kiss on your lips. he smirked when he pulled away, your eyes wide, your face warming. price turned to leave and soap burst into a fit of giggles. “ugh, how old are you?” you asked soap irritated, but your cheeks were inflamed and your heart was racing with something similar to embarrassment. ♡ he’s possessive, but not in an over-the-top way. like he’s not gonna freak out if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you’re wearing something skimpy. my guy is secure in himself (maybe even a little too much sometimes) and he knows no one is quite as good as him. he doesn’t worry about you leaving him.

♡ uses all the pet names for you. you were honestly impressed he managed to find so many to call you. love, doll, baby, sweet girl, baby girl, princess, lass, honey, babe, little one, brat, pet, kitten (you may have threw a shoe at him when he called you that), queen, lovely, sweetness, sweetheart, sunshine. the list goes on.

♡ he also began to call you such random shit that makes you laugh. munchkin, cutest lil lady, little foot, shorty, pipsqueak. (basically anything silly that gave off dad energy)

♡ keeps polaroids of you in his wallet <3

♡ had your name engraved in his favorite knife. also has your name engraved on a simple silver bracelet that he always wears.

♡ speaking of jewelry, he got you a locket with a picture of the two of you in it. you gave it to him to wear once when he was gonna be away from you for quite a while. he never took it off.

♡ he likes to get you flowers all the fucking time. roses, peonies, tulips, the whole lot. you’ve run out of places to put them.

♡ has been known to squat when he sees you getting tired and refusing to move until you get on his back so he can carry you.

♡ whenever he wraps his arms around you--usually when he’s spacing out--he pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head. his fingers will fiddle with the hem of your shirt and give you goosebumps at the tiny tickles on your skin.

♡ really likes to cuddle. he’s always reaching for you when you sit or lie down together. he wants to pull you into him. he likes to be the big spoon. you always wake up tangled in each others arms.

♡ he always lets you wear his clothes. he actually prefers it when you do. you sleep in his t-shirt. you’ll wear his hoodies. if it’s cold out he’ll take his coat off and wrap you in it. or sometimes he’ll let you wrap your arms around him and then he’ll wrap his coat around the both of you.

♡ he always falls asleep first. he'll have you pulled into his chest as you both watch tv and honestly, like 10 minutes will go by and you'll say something and he wont respond. when you tilt your head up you notice he's already out cold.

♡ and even tho he's asleep, like a superpower he can sense when you move away from him. so if you try to get up, his grip on you tightens and he'll pull you into him, rolling over with you trapped in his arms.

♡ he is always up first too. and he will often times bring you breakfast or coffee in bed. if he has to leave before you, you'll wake to find a hot coffee or tea sitting on your nightstand waiting for you.

♡ he is obsessed with your hair. he's always stroking it, or tucking it behind your ear. he likes to run his fingers through it when you're cuddling or when you're hugging him tightly. he loves when you let him wash it too.

♡ you asked him to brush it for you once while you were getting ready one day and he was just standing there watching you. he did so and was very gentle and took his time. ever since then, he loves when you let him brush your hair. it's such a random but intimate act for him.

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♡ pleasure dom! he is super dominant in bed but is also really in tune with your body and making sure you're always enjoying yourself. he gets off by getting you off.

♡ he’s really good at making you come. like, you'd think he made it his life's mission to make you feel good. and seeing you in pleasure is what always gets him going. he cant finish unless he watches you finish first.

♡ he’s so good at what he does that he’s been known to get you off over your clothes. it takes him no time at all to make you come if he wants. usually he likes to drag it out tho. and he likes to overstimulate you.

♡ nights will oftentimes consist of you fully naked while he fingers you, having already orgasmed once, and him still fully clothed. something about that power dynamic drives him crazy.

♡ he softly degrades you. “look how fuckin’ desperate you are for me, love” “this what you’ve been thinkin’ bout all day? my fingers thrusting inside you, hm? nothing else going on in that pretty little head of yours.” “oh, com’on princess, you know you have to come at least twice before i’ll give you my cock. so are you gonna be a good girl and come on my tongue one more time? yeah, i know you can handle it.”

♡ likes to hold your hand during sex. he’s eating you out? his hand is laced with one of yours. you’re sucking his dick? he grabs your hand and traces patterns aimlessly, trying not to come too fast. he’s fucking you missionary? either one or both of his hands are locked with yours. he’s fucking you from behind? he’s pulled you up against his chest, covering your hand resting against your stomach with his own.

♡ he likes when you give him blow jobs. and he enjoys praising you during it, watching as you clench your thighs from his panting words.

♡ you’ll have his cock in your mouth and he’s muttering how good you feel. he hunches over, his arms lazily resting over your shoulders, his forehead resting against the top of yours. he’ll groan and grunt, “fuck, baby, that feels so good.” “god, don’t stop, love.” “look what you do to me.” “i’m gonna fuck you so hard after this, baby.”

#cod #cod headcanons #ghost cod #fluff #angst #cod mw2 #john price x reader #john price cod #john price smut #smut #captain price smut #captain price #john price headcanons #john price #captain price headcanons #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price x you

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bangchansgirlsblog · 7 months

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Baby bump?

-Hyunjin

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy?😂

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

Summary: he travels to Greece and comes home to a surprise

!not proofread!

This is a quick little story because I’m working on requests lol🩷

I quickly run up to my bathroom and throw up the lunch I just had ate. Felix quickly follows behind me and hold up my hair.

"Your gonna have to tell him eventually." He says. I let out a whining sound before I was interrupted with vomit.

"I don't want too" I cry while flushing the toilet and getting up to brush my teeth.

"He's coming back home today, his gonna be suspicious." Felix reasons with me.

"I know but I haven't even taken a pregnancy test yet." I sigh as we walk back into the living room where the other boys were playing the ps.

"Should we go grab one right now? I'll come with you." I smile and give him a hug.

"I would love too" Felix was my bestfriend, all the boys were but me and him were just different. We understood eachother we told eachother everything.

"Guys we're quickly going to the store to get something." He tells the guys.

"Grab us some sodas!" Chan calls and we make a mental note before getting it or he car and driving to the stores.

Hyunjin had left a few days ago to Greece for a Versace fashion show and I had been throwing up. Only Felix knew this because he caught me one time and asked me what was wrong. After doing some research we found out that i could be pregnant. My worst fear. I was so terrified that I decided I would rather not know but what if I actually was and one day a baby just pops out of my virgina. Crazy right?

I finally gave in when Felix convinced me to take a test but I had been so busy with my classes and training that I didn't have time but now that we had a day off and Hyunjin was coming back I had to do it now or never.

"What about these ones?" Felix points at the digital pregnancy test and I just nod.

"Hey it'll be okay. If you really are pregnant we'll or raise him or her and turn her into a stay warrior,"

I let out a laugh and poke him on the side.

"As if" I scoff "I would never let them listen to y'all"

"That's offensive!" He gasps.

"Whatever major loser" I tease him and he pokes his tongue out.

"Come on let's pay." He grabs my hand and we walk to the counter where the lady stares at us weirdly. Great.

My phone buzzes and I quickly look at it:

Babe❤️

Hey baby, just got home but the boys said you went to the store with Felix. You okay?

I sigh. I couldn't say 'oh welcome home btw I may be pregnant surprise!' That would be crazy. Instead I just sent a simple text saying we would be home in five and indeed we were home in 5.

I walk through the door and up to Hyunjin room where I walk in. He was drying his hair meaning he had just come out the shower.

"Baby!" He squeals and hugs me tight.

"I missed you Jin!" I squeal and he chuckles. "How are you? How was your trip? Come on you have to tell me everything!" I pull him over to the bed and we sit down.

"Wait before that look what I got you!" He pulled out a bag from his suitcase and hands it to me.

"I told you not to get me anything" I roll y eyes but open it anyway.

"I had to get my girl something! I was in Greece don't blame me." He pulls me onto his lap and I open the the little box where I see a locket made of gold.

I gasp and look at him.

"Hyunjin..."

"Look it even has out names engraved and when you open it, it has pictures of us together." My heart starts to beat faster and I feel tears prick my eyes.

"I love it so much babe, I love you so much" I put it down and hug him giving him so many kisses causing him to laugh but thats when it hit me. I hadn't told him about the pregnancy stuff. I didn't know how he would react. I didn't want to ruin this moment. What if he freaks out?

"Babe are you okay?" He asks looking at me a bit worried.

"Yes yes, I'm just so lucky to have you in my life Hyunjin."

"And I'm so lucky to have you Y/n" he kisses my cheek and helps me put the necklace on.

I run downstairs to show it off to the boys and he just stood by the kitchen door watching and laughing at how excited I was about it. Showing it off.

"I'm gonna grab some food, do y'all want anything."

We all said a quick no and continued admiring the necklace.

He walks into the kitchen and a few moments later I hear a something fall and crash.

"Hyunjin?" I call but no response. I walk over to the kitchen to check on him and that's when I find the most scary sight (well at the moment) he was holding the bag with pregnancy tests.

"Uh..."

"Y/n..." he slowly looks up at me "why are there pregnancy test in a bag, by your keys and wallet?" He asks slowly.

"Well you see.."

"Don't lie to me y/n,"

"Fine.. I was gonna tell you I really was but then you were so happy and I didnt want to ruin our moment and you've been gone and it's just so scary," I rant and feel tears in my eyes.

"Hey babe, it's okay. Don't cry. I've got you" he pulls me towards his chest and let out a sob.

"What if I am Hyunjin, my career is over."

"Well we'll figure it out, I promise. Do you wanna go test right now?"

"Hyunjin.." I sob again and he tightens his grip around me.

"Hey it's okay, I'm right here with you." He assures me and kisses my forehead.

"Okay I'll do it." I wipe my tears and he holds my hand as we walk to his room.

"I'll be right outside I promise." He gives me a kiss and I quickly go into the bathroom and take the test.

I come back outside and sit on the bed with Hyunjin as we wait for the 5 minutes. Longest 5 minutes of my life. He kept assuring me that everything was going to be okay but I could sense that even he was nervous. My stomach was churning and the alarm clock did not make it any better.

"You ready?" He asks as he holds the test in his hand.

"Just do it." I sigh and he turns the test. His reaction was blank.

"W-hat is it?" I asked scared.

"Negative babe." He says.

I swear to God I wanted to jump up and down. It felt like all the weight in the work was lifted off my shoulders.

"Oh thank God." I let out a relieved sigh and he chuckles.

"In my opinion you would look good carrying my baby." He says and kisses me.

"One day babe, one day." I smile.

#skz comfort #skz imagines #skz angst #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #skz hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader

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jjungkookislife · 2 months

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Be My Valentine

❥ pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

❥ genre: established relationship, college au, [18+]

❥ summary: You've got something special planned for your first Valentine's Day with your boyfriend

❥ wc: 1.3k

❥ warnings: food mention, lots of fluff, lots of kisses, Build-A-Bear date

❥ date: February 14, 2024

read part one here ♡

Jungkook couldn’t contain the smile that lit up his face when he saw you walking toward him. He was sitting beside Jimin at the cafe at your favorite table, right by the glass wall so you could people-watch.

The weather was chilly for mid-February, the last dregs of winter hanging on. Snow flurries fell from the sky, melting before they hit the ground.

Jimin was waiting for Taehyung to get out of class so the two could meet the rest of your friends at the bar near campus.

“You’re the only one of us who has a date for Valentine’s Day. What are you guys doing?” Jimin asks, wiggling his brows suggestively.

Jungkook shoved him playfully. “Shut up.”

Jimin laughs as he raises his coffee to his lips and takes a sip.

Jungkook knows he has a minute or so before you arrive so he tells Jimin his plans for tonight.

“I’m making her favorite dinner tonight. We’re decorating heart-shaped cakes for dessert, and I got her a locket with a photo Grandmother Jeon took of us when I asked darling to be my girl.”

“Ooh, romantic,” Jimin sighs happily. “I’m sure she’ll love it all.”

Jungkook rises as you walk through the door. A smile appears on your face the moment you spot your boyfriend as he meets you halfway.

He hugs you tight, kissing your lips as he takes your backpack off your shoulder.

“I got you a hot chocolate,” he informs you as he pulls out a chair for you.

Jimin waves when you sit down. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you greet as he hands you a brownie. “Thanks!”

“It’s the least I could do after you baked cookies for us,” Jimin grins. “They were delicious.”

“They were,” Jungkook agrees as he shows you his phone.

A photo of the heart-shaped cookie that says ‘Be Mine’ is on the screen.

“I assumed this one was mine,” he giggles as he leans in to kiss your cheek.

“Of course not,” Jimin giggles. “It was for me.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes as his girlfriend laughs and shakes her head. “Sure, Min.”

“Knew it,” Jimin smirks as he grabs his belongings. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Have a nice evening and save me any candy or baked goods for tomorrow. We’ll hit the candy sales in the early morning.”

“Of course!” You nod enthusiastically. Jimin blows you a kiss and cackles when Jungkook intercepts it as he leaves.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks once you finish your drink and brownie. You nod as you wipe your mouth with a napkin and clean up.

Jungkook takes your hand in his, smiling when you shiver from the chilly air.

The drive to Jungkook’s apartment is short. You get comfy as Jungkook takes out the ingredients for dinner.

The two of you work effortlessly side by side to make dinner, sharing bites of food in between.

After dessert, Jungkook hands you a small gift box with a pretty purple bow. He grins as he watches you tug on the ribbon, setting it aside before you lift the lid of the box.

“It’s beautiful!” You gasp when you see the locket nestled safely inside on a bed of velvet.

“Open it,” Jungkook grins, too excited to contain himself.

You open the locket and see the photo of you two kissing in the snow. You smile, wiping the few stray tears that roll down your cheeks.

Jungkook helps put the locket on you. Your fingers trace the beautiful pattern as your heart flutters.

Slowly, you turn to face Jungkook. His doe eyes sparkle when you smile at him, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that makes your toes curl.

Three special words sit on your tongue heavily. You’ve wanted to say them for a few weeks now but the worry of rushing head first made you uneasy. Deep in your heart, you knew Jungkook was it for you. You’d never want anyone else.

Jungkook cups your face, kissing your nose, your lips, your jaw, and finally where the locket rests on your skin.

His touch is gentle, his kisses sultry as he restrains himself from saying what he wants to. Hell, he wanted you to move in with him the first night back home but you’d already spent money on your dorm for the semester and he didn’t want to rush anything. However, you would have gladly packed up and moved in if he had asked.

You spend most of your nights in his bed anyway.

Jungkook giggles when you boop his nose. He scrunches it when you do it again and by the third time, he’s gently nibbling on your fingertip.

He should tell you.

He knows he should but fear wraps around him like tentacles ready to drag him into the dark abyss. Perhaps it’s not the right time but when is the right time to tell someone you love them?

Today? Tomorrow? Three months from now?

Jungkook shakes his head, pushing his thoughts away.

“I scheduled us for Build-A-Bear tonight,” you surprised Jungkook, showing him the certificate.

Jungkook’s face lights up, nearly running to the front door in his excitement. You giggle as you put your shoes on and your coat, kissing Jungkook’s cheek as he grabs his scarf and wraps it around himself. He grabs a matching one for you, kissing your nose when he’s done putting it on you.

By the time you arrive at the store, Jungkook’s excitement has doubled.

You head inside with him with his hand in yours. The two of you take your time picking out your stuffed animals. You head over to the machine to record a message.

“You go over there and I’ll go over here,” you instruct as you take Jungkook’s voice box with you.

Jungkook chuckles as he does as he’s told. He holds the voice box in his hand and clearly says, “I love you, darling.”

He’s nervous as he meets you at the stuffing center. You’re smiling brightly as you wait for your turn. Jungkook pulls you to him, careful not to jostle the bear in your arms.

“I’m glad we’re here,” Jungkook whispers, kissing your cheek after.

“I wanted you to have a special bear from me,” you smile, as you lean into him.

Your turn comes and you’re handed a red heart and asked to make a wish before they take your bear and the heart to stuff it.

Jungkook waits for his bear beside you before you head over to pick out matching outfits.

Once you’re back at his place, Jungkook takes his bear out of his box while you do the same.

“What did you record for me?” You ask with a smile as you hold your bear in your lap.

Jungkook is nervous again, he can feel heat rush to his cheeks as he holds his bear to his chest. He’s about to speak when he accidentally squeezes his bear’s paw and your voice clearly says, “I love you, Jungkook.”

You squeal, covering your face.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that yet!” You giggle, embarrassment evident in your tone.

Jungkook chuckles, pressing the paw once more to hear the words again. His heart sings as he looks at you, setting his bear on the side.

Slowly, Jungkook takes your hands off your face. He takes one of your hands in his and moves it to your bear’s paw. He makes you squeeze the paw, his cheeks rosy pink as his recorded voice says, “I love you, darling.”

Giddiness washes over you as you cup his face, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. Jungkook melts into the kiss, butterflies swirling in his belly as you climb on top of him to straddle his hips.

Your forehead pressed against his, a coy smile on your lips. “I love you.”

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s a better feeling than this. To love and be loved.

“I love you, baby,” Jungkook whispers as he kisses you again, his hands on your hips as he drinks you in.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more, my love.”

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aloesarchives · 2 months

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Valentine's Day Special(JJK One shot)

Warnings: None other than Female Reader, and Domesticity with Toji, Megumi, and Tsumiki

Pairing: Toji x Fem!Reader

Wanted to write something for Valentine's Day. So I wrote one for Toji, I may or may not write one for Satoru but we'll see.

Man has never done shopping for anyone before in his entire life. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and he has gotten nothing for you…yet. Well, Toji is trying to think of something but the problem isn’t that he couldn’t afford it… Toji hasn’t didn’t know what to get you because you never ask. You were appreciative of his gifts and gestures but never dropped any hints for anything.

“Toji, Honey, the best gift you gave me is this life with you, Megumi, and Tsumiki. I don’t think there could be any better gift for me than that.”

God, you were the sweetest, loving, and humbling wife to him. He wonders every day why the hell you chose him out of everyone you could have. But that’s the thing, you never wanted anything else no matter how much he pressed you on. And everytime it’s the same answer. Toji has looked at your phone, pinterest boards, instagram likes, anything you saved in any carts on your favorite websites, photos/screenshots.

Nothing

It frustrated him that he was having a difficult time. He is your husband and the father of your two children who take after you. He was supposed to know your interests, hobbies, and likes. And yet nothing was coming to him. You said you already have everything and don’t buy something for yourself unless you need it and/or use it often. Sometimes reprimanding Toji for buying you things when he should be saving money. Toji knows you’re working overtime today and won't be home until 6:30pm. He has until then to get you something. Walking along streets of Tokyo, he sees the storefronts littered with red, white, and pink. Bakery displays filled with heart shaped pastries and desserts. Toji’s mind was drawing blank, nothing seemed to spark an idea in him. He wanted to get you something because you are and deserve the best, the best thing to ever happen to him. He knows he’s not the ideal man when you both got together but he changed for you. Bringing the world’s end if you simply asked him.

With a frustrated huff, he rubs his forehead. Now seeing himself as the number one most disappointing husband ever. He was tempted to call your friend to ask what he should get you when something caught his eye. Stopping in his tracks, he stares at the window of a jewelry store. Particularly, he was staring at one of their displays which laid a sterling silver necklace with a heart-shape locket. It was both simple yet beautiful. The longer he stares, the image of you wearing it becomes stronger. You would look so perfect wearing it that became you will look perfect wearing it. Toji goes to buy it and the lady helping him asks what photo he wanted to put inside. He immediately pulls up the one he wants, sending it for her. She smiled and said it would take a couple of minutes to get the necklace ready. So Toji wastes no time using that to get your favorite flowers and any baked goods. Coming back, the necklace was ready and he paid it off immediately. Silently thanking Shui for getting him a good cheek from his last assignment.

He briskly makes his way to pick up Tsumiki and Megumi from school where they had their own gifts for you. As soon as they all got home, Toji starts cooking dinner while the kiddos help put the flowers in your favorite vase. On the dot, you got home at 6:30pm. You make your presence known, albeit exhaustedly. The rapid footsteps your way makes you smile as your children rush in to give you a hug. You gently hugged them back before they started pulling towards the kitchen. A soft chuckle left you while watching Megumi and Tsumiki force you to hurry up.

“Hey, Hey~ What is it you two want me to see? Mama is right behind you– What’s this, Toji?”

There was more food on the table than your usual family dinner. Your husband just smirks at you while Megumi pulls your designated chair out for you. You thanked your son with a kiss to his forehead before he sat next to Tsumiki.

“Just a little something for Valentine’s Day, (Y/N). Wanted to treat you since you worked late.” Toji said with soft eyes, tenderly kissing your cheek.

As always, the food was exquisite and tasted like love was poured into it. The kids ate their dinner fast, confusing you as they scurry off after cleaning up after themselves. When they come back, a loving smile spreads across your lips. Hand placed over your heart as you coo at the sight. Tsumiki was bringing the vase with your favorite flowers while Megumi brought their gifts for you.

“What do we have here? Did you two pick these out with Papa?”

They lightly shook their heads as you placed the vase at the table’s center.

“No, only Papa did. But Megumi and I made these for you, Mama! You can open them!” Tsumiki excitingly with his signature bright smile.

You move towards the couch with the kids as they give your gifts to them. Taking this opportunity, Toji slips away to get his. He sneaks up on you as his towering frame blocks the room’s light. Toji gets on one knee in front of you as he hands you a red bag. Curiously, you take it from him and retrieve the small velvet box from inside. Tsumiki and Megumi lean in to see what it is once you open it, hearing a small gasp from you. The necklace was simple and seemingly plain but it was demure. Taking it out, you let it hang before noticing the small hedges on the side. Your fingers swiftly opened the locket and what’s inside made your heart melt.

Inside was a family picture of your small family. Everyone was smiling, including your husband. It was one of your favorite pictures because of that. Next to it were words engraved into the inside of the half of the locket. Once you read what’s engraved, tears started to trickle down. The words that brought you to tears:

“Thank you for loving me and being you” ~Toji

You looked up at him with love and appreciation, eyes softening seeing him deflate while taking your hands gently into his. His eyes were unwavering but sincere, already telling you everything you needed to know.

“I know you never ask for much, (Y/N). But I couldn’t help but get it for you. I’m god awful when it comes to words and I’m not the perfect man by any means. But I’m the man you chose to give your heart to and I will bring the Heavens down if you tell me to do so. All because I love you, (Y/N). I’m your husband, I’m all yours, Dear. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You knew Toji wasn’t the most open man or prince charming by any means. But he was loyal, dedicated, supportive, and endearing. He was a loving husband and father to you and your children, a blessing you were grateful for every day because he gave you this opportunity and you were living it out. For him to speak his heart and leave it vulnerable for you, he really does love and trust you dearly. That’s why you never wanted to ask him for gifts or anything because Toji was a gift to you by some divine intervention.

You launch yourself at Toji, causing him to fall on his back. Wrapping your arms around his neck tightly was all Toji needed to get your answer. He lays there with you in his arms before Megumi and Tsumiki decide to make it a family pile. The kids giggle as he captures them with his strong arms, sitting upright bringing you with him. The kids look in awe at your necklace with Megumi happily commenting that he and Tsumiki are also in there. While the kids are excitingly distracted, you look up at Toji and caress his cheek. Gently tracing over his small scar with your thumb.

“I love you, Toji.”

He gives a soft smile and leans into your touch while grasping your hand with his own.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

And this is one of many Valentine’s Days to come where you were more than willing to let Toji indulge and spoil you. Every one of them is always wonderful because Toji gets to spend it with the woman he gave his heart to and you are reminded your best gift you ever got was Toji himself.

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acommonanomaly · 29 days

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Caranthir for @feanorianweek.

Inspired by a scene from my fic What Fades Away.

Excerpt:

“What is it, Moryo?” Maitimo finally asked, when Carnistir showed no sign that he would continue on his own.

“It is not fair that grandmother Miriel cannot return,” his said, his voice faltering as though he was admitting something very grave. The source of his solemnity was revealed when he continued, “If grandfather Finwë had not married Indis, then she could be with us.”

Makalaurë sucked in a sharp breath, and his eyes were heavy when they met Maitimo’s. Neither of them spoke at first, for each of them had their own conflicting emotions to sort through at the raising of this issue. But when Carnistir shrank down on the stool as if fearing their censure, they pulled themselves together.

Maitimo’s voice grew delicate, each word formed with care. “Although you may find them tiresome at times, would you wish that your uncles and cousins did not exist at all?”

Carnistir’s flushed cheeks paled. “No, I wouldn’t wish that.”

“So some good did come of it, you see.”

“But we will never meet our grandmother Miriel.”

“Oh, Moryo,” Makalaurë said tenderly. “It seems strange to miss someone you have never met, but so it is, and we miss her, too, and long for what might have been.”

Maitimo nodded in agreement with Makalaurë, but he was troubled. He could not help but feel as if he had been dishonest with Carnistir, somehow.

Although he did not regret that his grandfather had been allowed to remarry, allowing their family to grow and become enriched, he felt it an unnecessary cruelty that his grandmother should be forbidden to return because of it. The Valar claimed it was the will of Eru, and though it was not Maitimo’s place to gainsay them, he did wonder how this could be true because of the grief it caused.

It was while Maitimo stood lost in his thoughts that Carnistir finally unburdened himself.

“I did something very wrong.” Carnistir would look at neither of his brothers, dropping his head again as he stroked the cat.

Maitimo raised his eyebrows at Makalaurë, who only shrugged. He tried to keep his trepidation out of his voice when he spoke.

“What did you do?”

At the same time, Makalaurë asked, “You mean, to those children?”

Carnistir shook his head. “I took something from Atar’s study.”

Maitimo’s eyebrows rose even higher, and Makalaurë gaped in surprise, but as it was obvious that Carnistir meant to go on, they said nothing.

Carnistir sighed and shifted on the stool, careful not to tip the cat off his lap as he reached into one of the pockets stitched onto his loose tunic. He pulled out a silver chain, lifting it until a large oval locket slipped out of the pocket and hung spinning in the air.

“Oh,” Makalaurë said.

They knew this locket well. They had all seen Atar holding it in his study when the occasional quiet, somber mood came over him. At some time or another, each of them had opened the locket to see for themselves what it held, or asked Atar to show them. It contained a miniature portrait of Miriel and a twisted lock of silver hair that glinted like starlight.

“I just wanted to feel closer to grandmother Miriel. But now I am worried that Atar will notice the locket is gone before I can put it back, and he will be angry with me.”

“I don’t think Atar will be angry with you for taking this, especially once he understands why you took it,” Maitimo hurried to reassure his little brother. “You must give it back to him as soon as we return home, of course, but I will talk to him first before you go to see him.”

Maitimo would have to decide how much to tell Atar, because he did not wish to upset him any more than he had to.

He didn’t think the children who had questioned Carnistir meant any harm, likely only curious and repeating things they had heard adults say. It was unfortunate timing that their questioning had come while Carnistir was struggling with personal issues.

Makalaure seemed satisfied with this, and he stood, gesturing for Carnistir to stand as well. “I think Nelyo is right. Atar will be pleased that you wish to feel closer to grandmother Miriel. Perhaps you could take up embroidery, and learn the skill that was her delight.”

Carnistir stood and set the cat on the floor, where it wound around his legs and meowed in complaint. Determination burned in Carnistir’s eyes now, and he said, “Yes, I would like that.”

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leclerced · 3 months

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Max is the type of guy to have a polaroid of his gfs titties in his wallet.

But just imagine his gf fighting for equal rights and carrying a polaroid of his titties in her wallet.

Or maybe in a locked he gave her and she always struggles to find excuses to not open it when people ask whats inside.

🫀

UGH!!!! this is all i want. i think a guy might have my titty polaroid in his wallet or smth but im never gonna ask what he did w them.

i can see them taking the pictures together, like they’re spring cleaning and she finds her old polaroid camera and a few packs of films and jokes about putting it to use. max would take it and start taking photos of the cats, and use up the rest of the film in the camera and pout when it stops shooting. probably think he broke it or something and start to feel bad until she takes it back and replaces the film. then she suggests taking photos of something else, and he’s like “uh, why? look how cute they are.” then follows the cats as they wander around the house, snapping more photos of them. she jokes, “i was thinking you could take pictures of my pussy but if you’d prefer those...” he whips around to face her, taking a blurry photo in the process because he was just about to take one of jimmy playing with a toy, and is like, “wait, you mean, you wanted to take nudes with this?” he’d immediately start stripping then ask her why she’s still dressed as he wraps his free hand around his cock, already half hard at the thought of what she’s suggesting. would have too much fun photographing each other and once all the film is gone, the camera is completely forgotten.

then after fucking, he goes through all the photos and picks out a titty photo and tucks it into his wallet after he checks with her that it’s okay. he’d hide it behind all of his other cards and such, in it’s own little pocket so he doesn’t accidentally pull it out with one of them and give someone a sneak peak at her tits.

she would definitely have it in a locket!! she has to go buy a printer so she can print the photo small enough, and she does it as a joke at first, but then never changes it. one day max asks her what she put in it and she shows him that one side is a picture of them, and the other is his tits. he’d think it’s so funny n cute and probably buy more lockets and fill them w funny photos instead of cute ones. or put a dick pic in one before he gifts it to her.

she would def lie and tell people the clasp is broken or something like that, or say it doesn’t have anything in it bc she doesn’t have a printer so it’s just empty! max giggling behind her bc its the dick pic necklace and he knows exactly why she can’t open it.

#ask #🫀anon #mv1

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redbird-tf · 7 months

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Never leaving

Jason todd x (platonic) reader

Summary: Jason finds out you've gone missing following the escape of Joker. He won't allow the Joker to inflict on you what he suffered. Jason won't stop at anything to bring you home.

Word count: 950

Warning: angst

Jason was furious. he had just found out the Joker escaped Arkham again, but surprisingly that wasn't the main reason for his rage. You had gone missing three days ago. the whole bat family had been looking for you but not a single one had bothered to bring it up to Jason, typical. He had quite the altercation with Batman due to the fact.

“Why didn't you tell me!” He yelled throwing his fist in the bat’s direction. “It’s not like youre around much Jason” Bruce stated grabbing his wrist, Jason pulled back “This is different. You know me and y/n are closer,” he said through gritted teeth. “And jokers back, with her missing, and it's been a week. A goddamn week!” Jason screamed “We are doing our best Jason, i know what you-“Bruce was cut off “And you know if anyone can find him, it's me!” He pounded on his chest “And you'd be out of control!” Bruce shouted “And the last time you decided to do things your way with the Joker, i died. I won't let you do that to y/n. She doesn't deserve that”Jason put on his helmet and sped out of the batcave on his motorcycle

Jason wasn't very close with any of the bat's adopted family but you were different. You met Jason on a mission months after being taken in by Bruce. After that day you asked who he was and his story, and instead of being disappointed you understood. Apart of you agreed with the way he did things but the other half didn't want to disappoint Batman, he understood. You started spending your patrol nights with him and despite his hard-ass personality, you grew closer. You were the only one who treated him like true family. You were his little sister and he'd die all over again for you.

He didn't know what scared him more, you being dead or being alive with the Joker. Jason searched endlessly and picked up a pattern the Joker had left behind. He was holding you at a warehouse, originally clearly. Jason pinned the location and drove as fast as he could. When he arrived he kicked down the door storming into the dark room “You're going to ruin all the fun!” That to happy voice called. “Step out joker!” He yelled pulling out his gun. “Boo hoo, I've nearly gotten to teach her any manners” The joker stepped in front of Jason. Jason wasted no time knocking him on his ass. “Where is she?!” Jason demanded. “Now why would i tell you that? Don't worry I'll return her like new… like you” The Joker started to laugh. A loud bang was heard with silence following. Jason had killed the bastard with no regret.

Jason searched the warehouse calling your name, worry grew with every passing second until he reached the back where he found a locket door. He docked the door off its hinges and entered the room. “Y/n!” He screamed seeing your body weakly curled in the corner covered in blue and red. “Jason..” your voice rasp “Don't speak,” he said placing his jacket over your body as most of your suit had been ripped off. “It's my fault, i went after him alone” you began to cry “None of this is your fault! Now please be quiet and let me help you,” he said grabbing your shoulders. He bandaged what he could and hoisted you on his back, piggyback as he began to walk out.

“Shit” he mumbled seeing the batmobile in the distance. It stopped in front of him and Batman wasted no time making his way in front of Jason “You're late” Jason stated in a monotone voice. “What happened?” Batman asked “Same thing that happened last time, but i stopped it” Jason replied. “You killed him?” He asked “Don't worry, killing him the last 2 times didn't last long” Jason said with annoyance. “Y/ns coming home with me,” Bruce said holding out his arms. “I don't think so,” Jason said making his way to his bike “She needs medical Jason!” Batman yelled “I've learned,” Jason said throwing a mean glare. Jason sat the both of you on his bike wrapping your arms around his waist. “Y/n?” Batman questioned in a stern tone. “Jason..” you said weakly turning away from Bruce. Jason saw the hurt on his face “Call if you need anything” he said to Jason before turning back “Sure”

You groaned regaining consciousness, when you tried sitting up two hands softly pushed you back down onto the pillow “Stay down” a voice called. You slowly open your eyes seeing Jason stitch up your leg. He finished and softly placed down your leg “you might feel a little groggy from the anesthesia” he explained “Where are we?” You asked “My safe house, your safe here.” He said pulling the blanket over you. “Jason, he told me what he did to you…” Jason sighed tucking in the covers “Don't worry about me” he replied standing up. “I'll leave you to get some rest” he turned around but was quickly stopped by your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“I don’t wanna be alone” you whined “I'll just be across the hall” he explained removing your hand “Please Jason, don't leave me now” Your voice cracked and your eyes displayed a fear he knew all too well. He sat at the side of the bed. “I'll be here when you wake up,” he said whipping away your tears, you gave a weak smile before allowing yourself to drift to sleep. Jason gently took your hand into his, caressing his thumb over your knuckles, “i won't ever leave you”

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precious-little-scoundrel · 29 days

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does Ida care about her hair and what happened to it? Is she pulling a Jo March and waiting to break down later when she’s alone over her hair because she doesn’t want to come off as shallow or vain? She’s on my mind too much 😭

I could and should’ve just answered this lovely ask straight up, with a yes and yes and yes and freely admit the Jo March comparison took me out and beat me up. However, brevity is not my strong suit so I wrote you a blurb as well:

Usual universe warnings apply

| | Showers

The shower room at the stalag was more than a little drafty. Worse than inside the combines with no dividing walls or body heat or the padding of blankets and cloth to make it insulated. Utilitarian, drafty and -once Cleven had shut the door behind him and left them alone- slightly ominous.

Or maybe that was just the mood, hanging about like a malevolent spirit, shining in late evening rays through the slit windows high above, altogether too wide a space and too bright a light for the awful task of stripping and washing and making an inventory of hurts like theirs.

Ida for her part would have rather done it at midnight by torch light, just enough visibility to wet her cloth and find the soap. She already knew -as much as she ever wanted to know- what had been done to her. It was over, and any lasting bruise and scar noticed and remarked on was like bringing it all back into the present. That’s something you did for nice memories, photographs of whoever was “home” stashed in a locket hung around Lemmon’s neck, homemade sticky smells wafting up from Croz’s footlocker -a last piece of melting fudge from the plate Jean had sent over. That’s the sort of talisman you kept around, rubbed at, sniffed, turned over in your mind again and again like a physical thing, like a Crucifix represented an all powerful, ephemeral, removed savior.

You didn’t rub your bruises if you wanted to forget them. You didn’t comment on your friend’s cuts if you wanted her to forget either.

Feeling this collective dread, they all just mulled around for a bit, flicking on faucets and drinking eagerly from the icy stream. Acting shy like they all hadn’t been showering together and living atop each other for ages. There was prevarication in the air and Ida knew she needed to put a stop to it, make an effort to lead, but she hardly wanted to see what was under her clothes herself.

In the end it was Tallulah -Lt. Smith- who took the first step back from the sinks and shucked her clothes with an impressive display of casualness. Knowing a thing or two about rhythm and the effectiveness of a slow, steady build, Ida pushed her own throbbing face out of the cooling stream and followed suit. Soon it caught on, each doing their damndest to be uncharacteristically discreet and efficient.

“Can’t undo these shit-ass buttons.” she heard Maureen hissing beside her while she was braving the shock of a frigid soaked cloth between her rawed legs.

Ida dropped the bloody rag in the sink and flung her hands out to disperse the extra drips. “Come here.” she muttered, eyes lowered on the offending buttons and Maureen’s poor, swollen hands that looked more like paws than the graceful, skilled instruments they’d once been at her bombsight in the nose of her plane. “I’ll do them till you get your fingers back. You might need one or two of them set, you know that? That middle one’s going in the wrong direction.”

“I thought it looked wacky.” Maureen agreed, holding it up for inspection. “Gale wouldn’t stop asking.” she went on.

Ida focused on sliping buttons through their holes and answered steadily as she could, “And he’s likely to keep asking.”

“Doesn’t he know.” Maureen whispered, suddenly sounding very hurt, confused, petulant even.

Ida paused with Maureen’s shirt undone, the dingy plain, military issued bra in view -Ida envied her the possession of it, she’d lost hers with her jacket somewhere along the way. “He knows.” She answered firmly, meeting Maureen’s eyes with assurance, “But he’ll likely keep asking.”

“He wouldn't answer about his face.” Maureen said, turning round and letting Ida help tug her arms out of the sleeves.

“I think you know what happened there.” Ida was implacable.

“But-“ Maureen bit her lip to keep from getting loud, “-but what else?” she threw at Ida over her shoulder, “Why? What else did they -why would they do that to him?”

“And now you know why he keeps asking what he already knows.” Ida pointed out, coming back to her front and bending to unlace Maureen’s boots. “They’re probably all standing out there asking each other the same. Doesn’t do anybody any good. The details. It’s the apple of knowledge, leads to nothing but a sick fascination with what hurts you.”

Maureen had always been a rambunctious, animated figure in Ida’s life. Her anger came easy and was obvious, as were her loves. And if something didn’t make sense to her she’d rail at it or about it until God answered. She had teased Ida and John about it, that if they’d just come over to the Protestant side, they’d have a direct line to god and a whole lot more fun. Ida didn’t care about doctrine or fun right now, she cared about Maureen not trying to make a philosophy out of what she’d endured, or rope-in Gale to mull it over until they both went nuts. Ida wasn’t going to order her not to talk about it, but she could hint that details would hurt Cleven more than help him.

Here and now at least.

Maybe there was some moment waiting for them after all this when things could be said, horrors swapped like every other hard memory told in the officer’s lounge.

For herself, Ida doubted that day would ever come.

“I think your head might need stitches.” Maureen said in lieu of a response, puffy sausage fingers running gently along Ida’s throbbing and freshly washed scalp. “You’ve got a big gash here. It’s still bleeding.”

Maybe it was the gravity of bending over to tug off Kendeigh’s boots but Ida suddenly felt a pooling in her eyes, stinging tears after hours of dried out watchfulness.

God! She’d been ready to die, to be put down with a bullet in the head like their family coonhound when he got rabies.

Not this, not that replaying memory of her face suffocated in the Kommandant’s thigh and the slicing pain of the shears that went on forever, the way the blood burned her eyes so badly when she stood back up, the way he dared call her ugly when she had spent hours before wishing those other men found her abhorrent. Ida’s eyes were burning again and three damning droplets fell to the dusty toe of Maureen’s boot.

Ida made certain to swipe her thumb over the evidence as she tugged it off. “Luckily my brother is good with needles.” she joked softly, rising and turning Kendeigh toward the sinks, “Those fingers are useless, Candy. I’ll wash your hair.”

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marvelobsessed134 · 2 months

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Love Me Tender part two: the first date

Series masterlist

Pairings: 60s!Rockstar!Bucky x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none just the fact that Bucky is hugeeee 😩 and age gap of course.

Bucky had called immediately the next day eager to get that date with you. Your father just thought this was such a wonderful idea, saying the two of you would be the next “it” Hollywood couple. He is an executive and pr manager so he does think that way a lot. And he seems very trusting of Bucky to take care of you.

You got ready in your pink room, at your vanity. God, you’d be so embarrassed if he saw your room. Posters of him all over your wall, his records strewn across the floor. Okay, and maybe you got a locket and cut out a picture of him in a magazine to put inside.

You can’t help it! He’s the most handsomest and dare you say sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Maybe even more handsome than Frank Sinatra who’d been another crush of yours. Too bad he’s married already.

The sound of Debbie Reynolds filled your room as you perfected your eyeliner. One of your maids, Anna, helped you out with your hair, making it nice and big. You know that Bucky must like your big hair. It’s all the rage now.

You were wearing a mid length light pink dress, with a white fur shawl. Of course you get access to all the luxurious clothes.

“Y/n! Bucky is here!” Your dad called from down the hall. You straightened up your dress and grabbed your purse before heading downstairs.

Bucky was so enamored by you. There you stood at the top of the stairs, you looked just like a little doll.

“Wow.” He said as you walked downstairs with a shy smile.

You walked up to him, looking up at his tall form. He must be about 6’4, you thought.

“Well, I expect her to be back at a reasonable time. While you’re a good friend of mine I want you to know that if anything happens to my daughter I’ll be sure to have you pay for it.” Your father said.

“Yes sir. I’ll make sure nothing happens to your daughter.” The brunette responded.

“Very well. Now off you two go shoo, shoo!” He made a shooing motion with his hands and you giggled as the rockstar took your hand and headed outside. He has such a nice car, a red mustang.

You got inside and he got into the drivers seat before taking off. The older man took you to a nice restaurant in Long Beach by the sea.

The waves crashed as you ate outside on the balcony of the restaurant.

“So what do you like to do for fun?” He asked.

“I like to do my hair and makeup. I like to paint too. Um, sorry im kind of not that interesting.”

“Doll I think it’s really cool you like to do those things. Tells me you’re creative. I like that in a woman.” You blushed at his words. God, he just makes you so flustered!

The dinner went smoothly and soon enough Bucky was dropping you off back at your house. The two of you stood in front of his car looking into each others eyes. The two of you were close, feeling each others breath. Then, he leaned in and cupped the back of your head, pressing his lips to yours.

You tried to kiss back as best you could since you didn’t really know how to kiss yet. But you relaxed and let Bucky take the lead.

The two of you kissed little harder before pulling apart. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He whispered.

“Goodnight Bucky.” You replied softly before running up to your house.

#marvel x reader #marvel #marvel fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #rockstar!bucky x reader #60s #60s au #60s aesthetic #elvis and priscilla #elvis presley #Elvis

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hollowed-theory-hall · 30 days

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do you have thoughts on the diary horcrux and why it seems to have been so much more sentient than the other horcuxes? (also do u think riddle could really have come out of the diary?). thank you for all your incredible meta.

Thank you for your compliments! 😊

So, I kinda have thoughts about anything Harry Potter related, so, yeah.

Okay, I'll start with the second part, actually. Tom Riddle in the diary definitely thought he could come out of the diary, and he seemed to be correct. By taking Ginny's life force he was able to appear outside of the diary. And according to Harry, he got more solid as he took more of her life:

but the longer Riddle stood there, the more life was dwindling out of Ginny . . . and in the meantime, Harry noticed suddenly, Riddle’s outline was becoming clearer, more solid. . . . If it had to be a fight between him and Riddle, better sooner than later

(CoS, page 292)

As for the magical theory of why it worked, I already mentioned here that in Alchemy, everything is alive. Everything that is alive is made up of three components:

1. Soul (Sulfur)

2. Body (Salt)

3. Life (Mercury)

So what Tom is doing is stealing Ginny's mercury — her life — he says as much:

But there isn’t much life left in her [Ginny]. . . . She put too much into the diary, into me.

(CoS, page 289)

Now a life can only be used to create something equal to it — another life. If you want to bring someone who isn't alive (dead or unliving, like the diary) to life, you'll need another life to do it. It's a life-for-a-life scenario since in Alchemy everything works according to the law of equivalent exchange.

This law means all energy or components can only transform into something equal to it. If you want to cast a spell, you'll need to put magical energy in it equal to the effect you want to cause.

It's the same here. He kills Ginny and gets his own life in exchange for hers.

What somewhat bothers me about it is that he seems to have a body get created as well. Like, his current body (salt) is the diary itself, hence why when Harry stabbed it he died, but he was making himself a new one. The only way to do that, is to extert something of equal energy. In this case, I believe it was Ginny's magic. He wasn't just pulling out her life to create a life for himself he was pulling her magic to make him a body:

But there isn’t much life left in her. . . . She put too much into the diary, into me. Enough to let me leave its pages at last. . . .

(CoS, page 289)

He says she put too much into the diary, not just life. I believe he was feeding on her magic too, which leads into the first part of your question.

I don't think he's necessarily more sentient. Like, I think all Horcruxes could be as sentient as the diary. And we see the locket become more sentient as the trio wears it. And I think that's the crux of it.

The Horcruxes seem to steal magic from their surroundings, which makes them more powerful and more sentient as a result. The diary spent years in Lucius Malfoy’s office, sucking up bits of magic from him and anyone else who visited that office. Then he had a whole year of Ginny (and Harry for a bit) writing to him. This all means he has plenty of magic to make him sentient.

The other Horcruxes, in contrast, didn't really have any human interaction until their destruction. Besides the locket, which we do see growing in sentience:

“There was a locket.” “What?” said Harry and Ron together. “In the cabinet in the drawing room. Nobody could open it...”

(DH, page 166)

No sentience in OoTP, nothing felt magical about the locket.

“Can you feel it, though?” Ron asked in a hushed voice, as he held it tight in his clenched fist. “What d’you mean?” Ron passed the Horcrux to Harry. After a moment or two, Harry thought he knew what Ron meant. Was it his own blood pulsing through his veins that he could feel, or was it something beating inside the locket, like a tiny metal heart?

(DH, page 239)

After Umbridge wore it for a bit, it had more sentience. It has a heartbeat, it feels alive like it didn't before. Hermione doesn't mention this sense existing the first time, and that's because this pulse wasn't there.

She held out her hands, and Harry lifted the golden chain over his head. The moment it parted contact with Harry’s skin he felt free and oddly light. He had not even realized that he was clammy or that there was a heavy weight pressing on his stomach until both sensations lifted. “Better?” asked Hermione. “Yeah, loads better!”

(DH, page 249)

And the longer they wear it, the more effect the locket has. The more magic it has to become more sentient and influence the trio. Throughout Deathly Hollwos, the Horcrux becomes more powerful the longer they wear it:

Then something closed tight around his neck. He thought of water weeds, though nothing had brushed him as he dived, and raised his empty hand to free himself. It was not weed: The chain of the Horcrux had tightened and was slowly constricting his windpipe.

(DH, page 321)

The Horcrux was still swinging from Ron’s hand. The locket was twitching slightly. Harry knew that the ting inside it was agitated again. It had sensed the presence of the sword and had tried to kill Harry rather than let him possess it.

(DH, page 321)

Then a voice hissed out from the Horcrux. “I have seen your heart, and it is mine.” “Don’t listen to it!” Harry said harshly. “Stab it!” “I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all that you dread is also possible. . . . ”

(DH, page 325)

So, I think it's all a matter of how much magic you feed the Horcrux.

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m-jelly · 7 months

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hello love! how are you? can i have a work from you, were levi and reader were separated for years because of the war and thought that they are dead. when war was over hange found out that reader is alive and sent levi to her. want to see their first meet:( when they see each other and start to cry. levi with his scars on his face, without fingers, and the reader with scars on her back and breast. want to cry and die from their cutie relationship. maybe you can add the moment reader show levi her scars on the back and breast and that she is really unsure that she looks beautiful. happy end? 🥺

sorry for my english it’s not my first language. just love your works thank you love

So, you mention Hange being alive at the end of the war, so I won't be able to make this canon. I put it in our world like after the Second World War. Hope that's okay.

@kenkopanda-art <3

Together again. Forever and always yours.

Levi x fem!Reader

Historical, post WW2, soldier Levi, romance, reuniting, love, both Levi and reader have scars.

Hange sent you a letter telling you that Levi is alive and where to meet him so you could see each other again. Levi gets a train back home and is excited to see you again and asks you to marry him. With flowers in hand, you reunite at the station and shower each other in love before going to a hotel and revealing your scars.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Heels clacked against the stone floor as men and women rushed by. Steam filled the platform as trains moved backwards and forwards as they delivered and took away passengers. A few people stood in place looking out for returning soliders. Families, friends and lovers were reunited once more.

In the middle of a platform stood a lone figure in a tight red dress, little heels on, lips painted and hair secured into place. You were glamours for all those who went past, but no one stopped to chat because it was clear you were waiting for someone. A letter with Hange's words was clutched tightly in your hands. Your heart raced in your chest as you thought about the man you loved.

The next train pulled into the station. Nerves fired through you as you looked out for your man. It'd been years and during that time you had exchanged letters with each other, but near the end, you had lost touch with each other. In that time of silence, you had gotten hurt by a bomb dropping on the city you were in. You had scars on your body from shrapnel and you weren't sure if your man would love you the same.

You looked up and down the platform searching for Levi. Your heart leapt in your chest when you recognised his raven hair and muscular frame, even his suit was Levi all over. Tears willed your eyes as you gazed at him. He was looking away from you before looking up and locking eyes with you.

Levi clutched the flowers in his hand and the bag in the other. He smiled as he welled up. Emotions rushed through him at seeing the most beautiful woman in the world. Levi had longed to see you again. The locket he had with your photo in did keep him going for a bit. However, seeing you in all your glorious beauty.

Before he registered it, he was sprinting towards you. You began sprinting right for him as well. Levi dropped the flowers and his bag as you leapt into the air. He opened his arms and caught you. He squeezed you tightly as he let his emotions get the better of him.

The two of you cried as you held each other. Lips crashed together as you shared a deep passionate kiss together. Levi lowered you onto your feet as his hands massaged and gripped you tightly. He was so happy to see you again and have you in his arms, but his worries began to filter in because soon you'd see the scars on his face.

He softly said your name. "I can't believe you're alive and here with me."

You cupped Levi's face. "I can't believe you're alive as well! When your letters stopped I thought the worst."

"I got blown up. I had to recover." He lowered his head. "I probably look awful."

Your eyes scanned his face as you observed his scars. "I see a handsome man that I love with all my heart and soul."

Levi blushed hard. "I love you too."

You kissed his lips again and hummed. "So handsome and mine."

He gripped your hips as he smiled. "I need to tell you...I have lost two fingers." He released your hips and showed you his right hand."

You took his hand and covered it in kisses. "You're perfect. You are still the man I fell madly in love with."

He blushed. "Mm. You make my heart race so much."

You pulled out your hankie and cleaned the lipstick off Levi's lips. "I've booked a room at a hotel for us. Shall we get going?"

He nodded and collected the flowers. "I got these for you."

You hugged them against your body. "Thank you."

Levi picked up his bag and took your arms before walking with you out of the station. He softly smiled as you told him about life in the country with bomb threats and how every plane flying over was scary. He then told you about his life during the war and the things he did, the friends he made and how everyone was safe and well.

You moved through the hotel and let Levi into the room allowing him to see your bags were there. "I tried working in the city to get by instead of our home in our wonderful town. During working in the city something happened."

Levi sat on the bed after removing his blazer and shoes while he'd listened to you talk. "Something happened? What happened?"

You undid your dress and removed it in front of him to show your underdress and stockings. "A bomb dropped on the city and I got hurt." You sat next to him. "I have scars. I'm not the pretty woman you remember."

Levi reached over and lightly touched the scar across your breasts. "Darling..."

You turned your back to him. "I have more on my back."

He leaned closer and kissed your back. "All I see is what you saw in me. The most beautiful person ever. You are still the woman I fell madly in love with and still in love with." He turned you to face him. "The woman I want to marry."

Your eyes widened. "Levi..."

He placed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a little box. "I saw this in a village we saved from enemy forces. I bought it right away because I knew it'd be perfect on your hand and the right ring for engagement." He locked eyes with you. "Will you marry me with all my scars, bodily and mentally?"

You smiled brightly as you cried. "If you accept all of mine."

"You know I will love you for all eternity."

You nodded. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."

Levi slipped the ring on your finger before kissing you with all the love in his heart. "Mine, all mine."

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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ok ok ok, you wanted angst ideas for Joel so imma throw an idea around. so Joel has something of readers, and Ellie asks him about it, Joel refuses to tell her and they argue, time passes and later that night Joel tell Ellie about reader and how they are no longer alive and the flash back happens and what not and reader knows they’re not gonna live and tells Joel over and over again “ I don’t wanna die. “ and “ don’t let me die. “ and it’s just a sob fest in my mind.

AN | You want pain, I want pain, so we have some pain. It’s going to hurt, so be prepared 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, TLOU canon typical violence (mentions of bites and blood, but nothing descriptive)

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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Ellie had always been a curious kid, from the time she was very young.

Her knowledge of the world was limited, and now that she had Joel she liked to learn as much as she could. She was like an information sponge. Her curiosity also pushed her into exploring all sorts of places where she wasn't explicitly allowed. But - to her defense - she was never explicitly told not to explore these places.

She was waiting around for Joel, not wanting to go out and befriend everyone in Jackson just yet. She explored around the house and familiarized herself with what a normal home might look like. This could have been her life if she hadn't been born into this world.

This could be her life now. With Joel. She liked the thought of that.

"Wow," she was looking through one of the nightstand's drawers when she came across a piece of jewelry. She made a small sound of awe as she pulled out the gold chain, a delicate, yet sturdy thing with a locket hanging off of it. She’d already gotten this far, so she decided that opening it and looking inside wasn’t much of a step further.

It took Ellie a moment to pry it open; the locking mechanism stuck stuff over time. It hadn’t been opened in a number of years.

“There we are,” she whispered to herself in triumph as she looked inside. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but there was no photo inside like she’s heard there often were. Two sets of crudely carved initials were on the back of the cool metal, no longer clearly discernible due to the passage of time. But inside, there was a small, expertly folded piece of paper - a note - yellowed and faded. Ellie was about to unfold the note, oscillating between putting it all back and pretending she never found it and just reading the note. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, her decision was made for her.

“What the hell are you doing?” The coldness of his voice caused the young girl to jump and drop the necklace to the floor. She turned around to find Joel in the doorway, a furious expression on his face. Ellie couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him this mad; maybe never.

“I-I’m sorry,” she scrambled to her feet, shaking her head as if to show him that she really didn’t know anything, “I was just looking around-”

“You were snooping,” he took a few steps over to her and snatched the locket off the floor and closed it back up before shoving it into his pocket, “tell me why you thought it was okay to just look around in things that aren’t yours.”

“I’m sorry,” she felt like crying; the last thing she ever wanted to do was to hurt Joel or upset him, “I was bored and j-just looking around! I shouldn’t have looked at your stuff.”

“No,” he agreed, closing his eyes and letting out an angry breath through his nose, “get out and go to your room.”

“Joel-”

“Now.”

He left no room for discussion and the young girl nodded, feeling her eyes burn with tears. But she was determined not to let him see her cry as she ran down the hall to her room, slamming the door shut.

Joel sat at the edge of the bed and sighed heavily, scrubbing a hand over his tired face. The necklace felt like it weighed a million pounds in his pocket, practically burning into his skin. In haste, he pulled it out and threw it into the drawer, slamming it shut.

He felt like crying too; at all the memories the locket brought back, and how he’d talked to Ellie. He wasn’t angry at her, not really, he was just angry at the situation. Not even angry so much as upset.

A few tears rolled down his cheek and he hastily brushed them away. He hadn’t even realized he was crying.

He didn’t know if he was ready to face his demons just yet.

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Ellie remained silently in her room for the rest of the afternoon. Joel had walked by her room about a dozen times, thinking about knocking and apolgozing, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. She could hear him pacing around; the gesture made her feel a little better.

Around dinner time, Joel was in the kitchen and cooking, causing the girl’s belly to rumble with hunger. She didn’t want to go out just yet and get yelled at, so she was content to stay inside until he went to bed.

Just when she couldn’t stand the delicious smells anymore, she opened the door, ready to go downstairs and apologize until he forgave her.

He was standing outside the door, hand raised to knock. The two of them looked at each other in surprise for a moment before he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I made dinner - I’m sure you’re hungry by now.”

She nodded and before he could say anything else, she wrapped her arms around him and held onto him in a tight hug. He let out an almost silent sigh of relief as he held her back, some of worry and anxiety ebbing away.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against his chest, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he stroked her back gently, “let’s not worry about it and put it behind us. Yes?”

“Yes,” she agreed, giving him a small smile that he mirrored in return. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders and led her downstairs. His heart already felt lighter.

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Dinner was mostly a silent affair, neither of them wanting to push any boundaries, instead exchanging words only over the food.

But Ellie, wonderful, bright-eyed and curious Ellie, wanted to know the whole story. She wanted to make it better if possible, or at the very least wanted him to know that she was there for him.

“Will you tell me about it?” she asked, pushing around some of the pasta on her plate, keeping her gaze specifically trained on the plate and not his face.

“About what?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.

“The locket,” she swallowed thickly, “i-if you want to. I don’t know if you want to talk about it, but I’m here. For you. Here for you.”

“I know you are,” he promised quietly. And he did. He knew the girl was so much more than the cargo he had once considered her. Although truthfully, that hadn’t lasted long. Maybe a few days.

The two of them fell back into silence before he eventually set his fork down and leaned back in his chair, “before I met you, I, uh, I had a partner.”

Ellie swallowed her bite before leaning, making it a point to show him that he had her full attention, “a partner?”

“A life partner,” he explained and she understood, her eyes widening. Her heart ached at the realization that hit her. Not only had he lost his daughter, lost his business partner in Tess, he’d the person he intended on spending the rest of his days with. She couldn’t even imagine that much pain and grief all at once - or ever, “the locket, it belonged to them.”

“Oh,” she swallowed down the sob she felt welling up, “Joel…I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he promised, his teary eyed gaze meeting hers, “I know, Ellie.”

“The note…”

“It was from me,” he drummed his fingers along the wooden top of the table, “I gave them the locket, with the note.”

“Joel…” Ellie pushed her chair back and padded over to him, wrapping him into a huge the best she could, “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” he agreed, closing his eyes, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him. He hadn’t said this out loud to anyone before, and it felt like a million pounds had lifted off his shoulders. Letting it out wasn’t going to bring anyone back from the dead, but it did let him get rid of some of his demons, “I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“I’ll take care of you too,” she told him softly. His heart felt quiet and content, “I promise.”

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Joel’s heart felt simultaneously like it was about to stop and burst out of his chest from how hard it was beating. He held you, trying to shield you from everything else but him. He took your face in his hands and kept your attention on him. As though there wasn’t a giant bite in your side that was bleeding profusely and coloring your clothes a horrible shade of crimson. He knew you could more than likely feel it. He knew that you were more than aware of what was happening.

He blamed himself. This was his fault, solely his entire fault all because he turned his attention away from you for a few moments. But no - you had to be brave and have his back instead of the opposite. He was supposed to protect you, to take care of you. But he had failed - he had utterly fucked up.

And you were paying the ultimate price.

“I don’t wanna die,” there was blood smeared on your cheek that he swiped away with his thumb. Despite the situation, it felt like the right thing to do. Tears were streaming down your face as you shook your head, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself this was all a bad dream, “don’t let me die. Please. Please, Joel. I don’t wanna go.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he was lying. He knew that you knew he was lying. He didn’t know what else to do. Even if there was limited time left, he couldn’t bring himself to say the words out loud, “you’re going to be okay. Just look at me, baby.”

A small whimper escaped your lips as you squirmed, trying to ease the burning feeling in your side. He choked back the sob that had bubbled up in his throat, but the tears had run down his face too, “it hurts. It hurts.”

“I know,” he couldn’t imagine. He didn’t want to imagine. He wanted to wake up and find that this was all a bad dream. That he hadn’t failed you just liked he’d failed Sarah, “you’re so brave. And strong. And amazing.”

“I don’t wanna go,” you sniffled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself as close to him as possible. You just wanted to feel him one last time, “I don’t want to leave you. Please.”

“You won’t,” he promised, “you’ll always have me, I swear it. I’ve got you, baby.”

He pulled you into his chest, his arms around you in a bone crushing hug. You didn’t care, you just wanted him. You didn’t want him to let go.

“I love you,” your face was buried into your chest and you could hear the cries he tried to hold down. You could feel his body shaking and trembling as he gently rocked you back and forth, “please don’t let me become one of those things. Please.”

“I would never,” he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing, wishing, and wishing he was in your place. That somehow, magically, he could take it away from you. Instead he knew what he was going to have to do. He never thought he’d be in this position. He never wanted it. He still didn’t, but he wasn’t going to let you down again, “I’ll take care of you. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you closed your eyes as you tried to surround yourself with him and only him. If you were going to go, you wanted the last thing you saw, felt, and heard to be Joel, “I trust you, Joel.”

You trusted him. It almost felt laughable at the moment, but in a horrible, terrible way. You trusted him and look what that had gotten you - death. He inhaled shakily, hating himself every fiber of his being.

He did this to you. And now he had to do it again.

He stared straight ahead at the wall, a blanket expression on his face as he pulled the knife out of his pocket. You were still crying, the sound muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

Within moments, your body stilled and you were silent.

He tossed the knife to the side, letting out a yell of pain and frustration. He didn’t even know what to feel anymore; if he even felt anything at all. Joel felt so empty, so hollow.

He remained there for a while, still and unmoving, praying to whatever deity was out there for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what he let happen to Sarah…and now you. He didn’t know if he deserved anything at all, redemption, forgiveness, or otherwise.

“Joel,” Tess’ voice was the softest and sweetest he’d ever heard. She’d been crying too, clearly shaken up but what had transpired, “we…”

She couldn’t find it in her heart to finish her sentence. She gave him a nod before slowly walking away to give him some space.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at your body. Instead, he reached around your neck and delicately unclasped your necklace, pulling it off and tucked it away into his pocket. He’d be damned if he let anything happen to it.

It was the last bit of tangible evidence he had of you. Soon you’d be a mere memory; a ghost haunting him.

He pulled himself out from your lifeless body, refusing to look down at you. If he didn’t see you, it would be easier to pretend that nothing had happened.

You weren’t dead. You were gone for a bit; he’d see you again one day.

He caught up with Tess and she gave him a nod which he returned.

“Ready?”

“No,” he admitted, the remaining bits of his heart shattering into tiny pieces, “no.”

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“Joel?” Ellie whispered his name after he finished telling her what happened. He turned to her with a small, sad smile. If anything ever happened to her, he didn’t know if he’d have the heart to go on, “I love you, you know? Even if it’s all sappy and shit, I mean it.”

“I know, kid,” he did. Even if she was a little shit sometimes. She was his little shit, “sappy shit and all. I love you too.”

And he did. Even if it hurt to put more love into the world, to allow himself to feel love and be loved, he was willing to do it again. For her. For himself.

For you.

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo

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dragonmasterkaylz · 1 month

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He’s my Poison

He was a Pureblood.

He was a massive flirt.

He had many girls after him.

He was a Slytherin.

But that didn’t stop me from falling in love with him.

Incident One:

Aurora was trying to reach for a book, and she was getting frustrated, when she saw someone reach up and grab the book. She turned around and saw that very familiar smirk. One of Draco’s friends, Theodore Nott. He smiled at her and handed it to her.

“Maybe you can help me with the class when you’re finished”.

He walked away like it was nothing and she blushed as she watched leave, many girls gossiping about his latest ‘hook-up’. She hummed and sat down before opening the book, writing down some notes for her Potions exam. But the image of his handsome smile kept distracting her and she started blushing again.

Why am I thinking about him?! I don’t know him!

Incident Two:

“Shelby, could you present your Niffler to the class?”, Hagrid said with a smile. Aurora stood in front of the class and gently pulled out a brown Niffler out from under her cloak. It started to sniff around, but that’s when she let go of a coin, which was attached to her hand, via a piece of string. “No causing mischief~…!”

“So, Nifflers are naughty little creatures. Unless you know how to control their urges to get any coins, you will have a real problem on your hands! Miss Shelby has created a kind of trap, but also a toy for her little friend. They like to live with their treasure too, so you could say that Nifflers are like tiny, fluffy Dragons…!”

“What?! They’re pests!”

Aurora gasped and held her Niffler closer before she mumbled, “Shut up, Malfoy…”. His eyes widened as he walked up to her. “What was that, Mudblood? Go on, say it again!” “Malfoy!”, Theodore said before he held him back. “Leave her alone”. Hagrid then said, “And for saying such a word, you’ll have detention!”

“What?! Oh! My Father will hear about this!”

Once Draco left, Aurora asked, “Can’t he go a single day without saying that?” Theodore laughed and he said, “In the Common Room we have a count down. It’s going down to zero days now”. Then she giggled and her Niffler started trying to grab her locket. “No! Not for you, Mister!” “See ya”. “B-Bye… Theodore…”.

My heart beats rapidly every time he’s near me. Oh no. What’s wrong with me…?

Incident Three:

Aurora looked in the mirror as she put on a little bit of makeup to go into Hogsmeade. She was wearing her favourite yellow sundress, with black heels and she put a flower hair clip in. Then she looked down at her Niffler before opening her bag. He jumped in and he chirped happily as she walked out of her dorm room.

When she met Hermione and Luna, the two of them looked shocked. “Woah! You look amazing! But, we’re only going to the Three Broomsticks!” “I know… but I bought this dress recently and I really wanted to wear it”, Aurora said. “Well, you look great anyway”. “Let’s go until the seats are all taken up”, Luna told the two.

Once they were in the Three Broomsticks, they sat in a corner together and Hermione ordered for them. “I was wondering… can you see Thestrals too?” “Luna!” Aurora giggled and said, “It’s okay Hermione. And… I can. My Mum died when I was very young. Cancer…”. Hermione held her hand and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry”.

“It’s fine. I have Dad and every year, on her birthday, he buys me a new charm for my bracelet. It’s his way of me getting to know her, since I was only five”, she told her friends. Luna looked at her bracelet and she said, “It’s beautiful”. “So, to a brighter topic… do you like anyone?”, Hermione suddenly asked. “W-What?!”

“You do?! Who is it?! Tell us!”

“N-No…! I don’t even know if I like him or not!”

Hermione then grew tense and mumbled, “Oh great. Just what we need. Malfoy and his gang of morons!” Luna and Aurora looked over, when she saw that the boy she was confused about had his arm around a Slytherin girl, who made him kiss her. “Y-Yeah… who would want to be… with a Muggle-born Hufflepuff?”

“Huh…?!” Hermione looked at her and then saw Theo with another girl. She finally put the pieces together before saying, “Yeah, he’s a heartbreaker that one. If you want my advice, it’s best you avoid him”. Aurora nodded and Luna asked, “Did he ask you out?” “No… he was just really nice to me. I guess I misread him…”.

“Oh Aurora, don’t cry over him. He’s not worth it!”

She’s right. But I can’t help it. I’m in love with him.

Incident Four:

“Miss Shelby, can you tell us what you smell from the Amortentia?”

Aurora nodded and said, “Of course, Professor”. She walked up to it before sniffing it a bit. “I smell… fresh daisies, after shave… and cigarettes”, she said softly before walking back. Then she held her book close as she felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked over and her breath hitched as she locked eyes with Theo. ‘Oh no’.

“Mr Nott, can you tell us what you smell as well?”

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Alright”. He put his book down and did the same. Hermione then looked Aurora, who was blushing heavily. “Hey, calm down”, she whispered. “I’ll try…”. “Strange. I can also smell fresh daises, as well as scented perfume and… cake…?” Slughorn then asked, “Why is that strange?”

“No reason, Professor”.

After class, Aurora basically ran out of there and then straight to the Common Room, since she had a free period. Just before she got to the kitchens, she then someone grab her, which made her squeal. “You can definitely run!” She turned around and looked back to see Theodore stood there. “What do you want…?!”

“Woah!!! When were you so hostile?!” She backed off slightly and looked away, her cheeks red, and she felt tears come up. “I shouldn’t be feeling what I feel for you! You’re a flirt, you have many girls lining up to be with you! I’m a Muggle-born and you’re a Pureblood! This feeling… just feels so wrong”. “Does it really…?”

Theodore gently pushed her against the wall and he said, “That day, in the Three Broomsticks, you were so fucking beautiful”. “You saw me…?” He nodded as he admitted, “I didn’t care about that girl. I just went on one date with her to get her off my back”. Aurora scoffed and looked away, when he leaned in closer.

“In that cauldron, all I could smell was you and now, I know what I want”, he told her. “And that is?” “I want to be in a real relationship, with you”. His pale cheeks turned pink and his eyes actually had some shine for once. Aurora then asked, “Do you promise to be nice to me?” Theodore nodded. “Yes, because I love you”.

“Theo… you’re like a highly addictive poison”.

“Heh… good. I know you won’t leave me then”.

Aurora dropped her books and put her arms around him before kissing him. He kissed back slowly and he pushed her into the wall before gasping for a second, before he kissed her like she was going to disappear forever. Theodore didn’t know what came over him, but he needed her. He was definitely in love with her.

If he’s my poison, then I must be his drug. There’s no other explanation for his reaction. He needed me and I needed him… so bad.

We were addicted to each other.

Extra:

“Hey… can I steal him?”

Aurora looked at Theodore with a strange look and then looked at her Niffler. “What do you want Jasper for, exactly?” He hummed and sat next to her before saying, “That’s on a need to know basis. But it will be well worth it, cara mia~”. She smiled and said, “Okay. Please take care of him?” “Just trust me, beautiful…”.

That Night…

Jasper ran into Draco’s dorm room and climbed onto his bed before taking off his rings, stuffing them all in his pouch. Theodore waited outside and smirked just as the little Niffler came out. “Good boy. Now… come here”. He scooped him up and walked into his room before settling the little Niffler onto a bed. “Perfect…”.

When morning came, Draco barged into his room as he shouted, “Where is that little rat?!” Theodore then woke up and looked down at Jasper before saying, ��I think I left my door open. And Niffler’s love anything shiny. Sorry, Draco”. He picked up Jasper and tickled his belly, making him drop all of Draco’s rings easily.

“Dating a ‘Mudblood’—!”

“Call her a ‘Mudblood’ again, and it won’t be Jasper next time. It’ll be me you’re dealing with, mate…”.

Draco looked at him and shook his head. “You… are fucking obsessed with her”. Theodore pulled out his cigarettes and then tried to look for his lighter, only to see Jasper holding it. “Don’t steal from me…”, he said with a slight chuckle before lighting it. “And yes, she’s like a fucking drug to me. I can’t really help it”.

“If anyone hurts her, I’ll kill them”.

END

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