millersdarling

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Older men say “im too old for you” then proceed to love you

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harry castillo | Materialists (2025)

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PEDRO PASCAL as Harry Castillo MATERIALISTS dir. Celine Song

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breaking news: woman is insane about that fictional character, even more so than yesterday

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your writing is so ai...

what...

i think you're saying this bc a lot of writers have been using it lately but i put my text on this ai detector (saw this one at @clubsoft page i think?) and...

i don't know why you think it is ai but i'm open to any constructive opinions <3

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hey! for longer fics, you guys prefer the fmc to be "you" or an original character?

i'm starting a fic now and i dont know well how to write it help

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jackson!joel x reader

summary: you wake up from a nightmare and, for the first time, you don’t feel completely alone.

warnings & tags: estabilished relationship, comfort after hurt, reader has ptsd, grief

a. n.: hello! this is my first short (very short) fic. sorry for any typos in advance, english isn't my first language :)

your scream could be heard from meters away from your room. no, not your room. joel’s room. it’s the first night you sleep together, and this is what happens. not that you’re worried about that. right now, your head is nothing but a massive swirl of fear, dread, and pain.

“hey, baby,” joel says, his voice soft as his hand gently slides along your thigh. as if he’s not sure he should even touch you. “baby, what happened?” you can’t speak. not now. not when all you can hear inside your mind are screams, muffled sobs. you see images of dead people, begging for help even though there’s nothing anyone can do for them. you hear the sound of gunshots aimed at the heads of people who aren’t entirely gone yet.

joel stays with you the whole time. eventually, he kneels behind you and wraps his arms around you from behind. big arms surrounding your body like a cocoon that might shield you from all the dangers in the world, even from your own mind. he doesn’t tell you to stop crying. he doesn’t tell you everything’s okay, because it hardly ever is. sure, things are better in jackson. since you arrived a few months ago, the constant fear of sudden death has lessened. but still, your past lingers behind you. and it always catches up, no matter how far you try to run.

in time, your breathing returns to normal. the shaking eases. your tears dry. “i’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice weak. joel still hasn’t let go, but he kisses the top of your head. “i didn’t mean to wake you.” “it’s okay, baby. do you feel better now?” you nod. as much as you can, yes. you feel better. with joel, it becomes easier. you haven’t been seeing each other long, just recently started getting close in a way you never thought you could again. you had a few things in the past, sure—mostly physical, not really romantic. joel is different. you haven’t crossed that line yet, just shared some kisses and gentle touches. he knows you’re not ready, that the months leading up to jackson changed you in ways you haven’t fully healed from. and still, this has been better than any relationship you’ve ever had.

“good,” he says, letting you go just enough to move in front of you. joel approaches slowly, giving you time to object if you don’t want him closer. you stay silent, especially when he kisses the tear-streaked skin on your face. “is there anything i can do?” he’s a sweetheart. even though he’s tried to hide it for far too long. joel miller is the sweetest man you’ve ever met. sweet. gentle. perfect. enough to make you want to burst every time he does something that leaves you speechless for an entire day.

you sniffle, wiping your eyes with your sleeve as he pulls back. “i’ll take that tea only you know how to make.” he smiles. joel kisses your forehead before standing and leaving the room.

you head to the kitchen a few minutes later. you watch joel prepare the warm drink while he hums some song older than you. when he finishes, he calls you to sit next to him on the couch, two mugs in hand. you sit beside him, curling up as one of his arms wraps around your shoulders. you drink the tea in silence. and somehow, that’s the best thing joel could do for you. stay.

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◦˚~ ANIMATED MOON & STARS DIVIDERS ~˚◦

Requested by: @inkyprince Info: these were all drawn/made & animated by me. please reblog/like if use!

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the way he says that breathy yeah, i’m gone.