#And I found it so charming because you just don't see that anymore today

[daughters-of-liberty]

What happened to fashion shows? Why does everyone look stoned out of their minds? What happened to the class of old school models?

Even just in this collage, you can see a delineation from models who wore their personalities on their faces, to dead-eyed dress-up dolls. Something happened in the 80s and 90s haute couture landscape that began begging their models to become little more than living, breathing mannequins, staring vapidly at the audience and camera as if they had no souls. Can we bring back smiling models once more?

[tomriddleslove]

Pt 2 - The one that you want.

✩Theodore Nott x Reader

Pt 2 to Hey, trouble (DELETED)

Summary: The one where just as things are beginning to look up, everything comes crashing down. Alternatively: Tension, Fluff, Angst.

A/N: This fic was written very sleep deprived so I ask you to bear with me. The second part is my favourite so just stick with it.

Songs: The Way - Mac Miller, Ariana Grande

Lover, you should have come over - Jeff Buckley

Promise - Laufey

NOTE: I accidentally deleted my account and did not have the first part of this mini series saved! I will probably rewrite it but there is some context you should know, so i’ll try summarise it as concisely as possible:

You and Theodore used to be really good friends when you first joined Hogwarts. Naturally, as you both got older, you changed slightly. Theodore came back one summer and he seemed completely different, he was not only incredibly handsome but he had generally flourished as a person. The girls all loved him and he found a new set of friends, essentially forgetting about you. Time skip a few years and you become friends with Pansy, and the rest of the group. Theodore greets you as though nothing has changed. You habour a lot of resentment to him initially, but realise you really do love chilling with the group and so you set it to the side. In the fic, you’re at a party and you head up to the roof. Theodore appears and you chat for the first time in ages. It gets a bit tense when you subtly call him out but you try brush it off as a joke. He noticed you at their quidditch practice earlier on in the day with mattheos number painted on your face, and he sounds a bit jealous. You assure him it was only for jokes, though you’re confused as to why he’d be upset. Theodore (internally ) alludes to loving you and you’re both emotionally stunted idiots in love.

AND that brings us back to now. Enjoy xx

Friday had finally come, and you couldn't think of a word that could place just how relieved you were feeling. Don't get it wrong, you hugely valued your education, and took pride in working hard, but at the end of the day, there's only so much history of magic one could tolerate before their brain tuned out. The surprise quiz you took in class today told you that you had reached that point many months ago. But it was ok, that was an issue for the future.

You click open the door to your dorm room, tossing your bag haphazardly to the side as you undo your tie, pulling it loose with a groan of relief. Pansy is sprawled out comfortably on your bed because apparently, yours was comfier (they were the exact same thing, she just couldn't be bothered to make hers in the morning.)

You flick a strand of hair that fell in front of your face with a dramatic sigh as you flop down onto the bed, lying perpendicular to Pansy as you rest your head on her lap. She has a half smile of amusement as her hand comes down to pat your head, eyes trained on her book. You raise a brow and shuffle up slightly to catch a glimpse of what she was reading.

You see the word ‘shaft’ once and that's all you need to see as you gasp with fake indignation.

“Pansy… Whilst I'm sitting here?” You groan and she grins, her face slightly red as she shrugs, shameless.

I mean, come on. You weren't a stranger to smut, but right in front of you? You grab the book from her hand and toss it across the room.

“None of that whilst I'm here. Your amazing and beautiful friend is vying for attention so focus on me.’ You say and she playfully rolls her eyes as she lies back on her bed.

“It's disgustingly hot. I can't be bothered for this year anymore. The days are as hot as hell depths and the evening has me freezing my nonexistent balls off.” Pansy moans, and you hum in agreement.

You’re grateful for your friend and her seemingly never-ending talent of speaking because you currently couldn't even muster the energy to speak.

“Do we have to go watch the boys today? Lila told me Madam Pince has charmed the library with a cooling spell. We could go there instead.” Pansy says, sitting up, and the idea is incredibly tempting. You live for nothing more than to get out of this dastardly heat, especially in the comfort of the library (Pansy and yourself had mastered the art of smuggling snacks in. The key was in making sure you triple-checked what you bought in, which you learnt after Pansy had accidentally sat on a Fizzlebees Exploding Sherbet last winter. The poor 1st year who had sat next to you was sure that there was some kind of attack and leapt under the nearest table.)

The mention of practice has your mind thinking back to your most recent encounter with Theodore. Just thinking about it again elicited that strange feeling in your stomach. You were, perhaps, close to a path of redemption (though it was more Theodore redeeming himself.)

With a sigh, you shake your head.

“We promised them we'd come. Besides, imagine the absolute havoc Mattheo will cause when he finds out we ditched for the library of all places. He would get us banned for a month, at the very least.” You say, and Pansy grumbles but ultimately knows you’re right. She sighs, muttering.

“Yes yes, I suppose you're right.” She begrudgingly admits and you grin, sitting up. You walk over to your closet, looking for something else to wear as you felt as though you were positively melting in your uniform. You flick through your closet, cursing the endless void that conveniently was full of sweaters and thick jumpers now summer has come. You dig around and find a pair of black denim shorts towards the back. You don't even know when you got them, but they fit and they'll do the job. You're thankful for the fact that you love the feeling of freshly shaven legs on your bedsheets, because heaven knows you would not bother to shave your legs for a man. You manage to find a green shirt, and you slip it on. It's nothing special really, but you weren't dressing up for anyone. You were long past those days now, you found that it was lovely not giving two shits. Pansy called it alarming, but you liked to think of it as… eclectic.

Pansy brings over her signature red lipstick (which you're sure only she can pull off) and holds your cheek in place to draw a number 10 on it, as standard practice. You reach up to grab her hand.

“Wait. Do 7 instead.” You say. She widens her eyes slightly and wiggles her brows as she looks at you.

“Oh? And why is that?” She probes and you playfully swat her, rolling your eyes.

“Theodore just asked me to. Besides we shouldn't inflate Mattheo's ego too much.” You respond a bit too quickly, and she has a shit-eating grin on her face. Pansy knows you well though, and she knows probing any further will only give her a stinging hex and nothing more, so she simply looks at you with a pointed look as she draws the 7 on instead. You watch as she traces the number 7 on her face too, adjusting her hair as she pouts and blows a kiss at herself in the mirror. You pointedly roll your eyes to tease her and she throws a pillow at you.

“Alright alright, you humble lady. Let's go.” You muse, holding your arm out. The two of you link arms as you descend down to the quidditch pitch. The sun is shining blazing down on you, and you feel uncomfortably hot and sticky within a few seconds of being outside. You truly weren't built for warm weather.

The grass on the pitch is a beautiful rich green and the sky is so picturesquely blue that it seems more like a postcard as opposed to real life. You imagine that this must be their favourite season; you had entertained the idea of watching one match in the winter season and immediately stopped after a gust of wind sent a bird flying into the girl sitting above you (You were sure it had given her that scratch on her cheek.) You couldn't cope with watching a match in such harsh weather, and you couldn't even begin to imagine how it must be to play in such conditions.

Idiots, really. They brought it on themselves. They definitely came to that realisation when they would be dragged out of bed at 5:00 am to go play in the freezing cold whilst you remained blissfully asleep under your warm covers.

You clamber up the stairs of the stands and curse under your breath. For all the beauty and wonders the wizarding world had, was it really that damn hard to have a few escalators here and there? You wanted to watch a practice game, not train to have the thighs of Hercules. You finally reach the top and shimmy down the benches with Pansy, leaning against the railing, The team was already up in the air, circling around whilst tossing the ball to one another. For all the grace and elegance Draco exuded on the ground, you couldn’t help but snicker when you catch the sight of him looking like he had slathered himself in red paint, all sweaty and grimacing; strands of his blonde hair clinging to his face.

“You alright up there Draco? Mummy forget to send you some sun cream?” You call out teasingly, and he sneers at you as Mattheo cackles, swooping down on his broom to greet you and Pansy.

“There they are!” Blaise says, a small grin on his face as he flies down to your level, joining Mattheo. You don’t even have the time to greet him because a loud gasp escapes Mattheo's lips, his hand coming out to grip your chin, tilting your face to the side.

“Traitors!” Mattheo says, eyes flickering between Pansy and yourself. You can't keep the grin off your face as you pry your face out of Mattheo's hands.

“Oh come on Mattheo. We love you all equally and need to express that love as such.” Pansy drawls, a taunting grin on her face.

“Fuck off, I'm the only important one,” Mattheo responds, puffing out his chest as he points to himself.

Blaise has to hold back from rolling his eyes, looking over at you exasperatedly. You exchange a glance with him and you feel your lips curl up into a small smile as you stifle a laugh.

“This was your doing! What did you do to them? Now I'm going to play like shit!” Mattheo whines, as he turns to look up at Theodore.

Theodore.

Your eyes flicker up and sure enough there he is. And god, how dare he look so good in this disgusting heat. His eyes are (and you have the feeling they were like that for quite a bit) trained on you, an unreadable expression on his face. He keeps his gaze on you, and you're sure at that moment he was trying to seduce your soul or play some stupid kind of mind tricks on you to have you thinking of him all day (it was working.)

His lips curl up into that godforsaken smile that borders on a smug little smirk. It has you embarrassingly weak in the knees and suddenly you're very glad it's hot, for you could blame your red cheeks on the heat. He flies down, tearing his gaze away from you as he comes close to Mattheo.

“Come on Mattheo, I’ve got an audience so I need to make sure I beat you embarrassingly quickly today,” Theodore says, egging his friend on.

“Yeah fucking right,” Mattheo says, turning to Theodore as the two engage in the most awful, embarrassing trash talk. You and Pansy exchange a glance and the two of you side-eye them with disdain.

The simple mind of boys managed to amaze you every time. Their attention span was impressively short.

Proving your point, Mattheo flies up to poke fun at Draco and Lorenzo, who both didn't seem to be holding up too well with the heat. You lean your elbows on the railing and stiffen slightly when Theodore flies up next to you. He hovers on his broom mid-air, resting his elbow on the railing in front of you. His face is incredibly close to yours, analysing your face with those sinful eyes of him which should be illegal because

Fuck, you were deprived.

“You wore it.” He says, and he sounds oddly breathless. You were assured by Blaise mere minutes ago that they had barely started practising.

Why did it seem so hard to speak? Why did Theodore seem so surprised? Why did you feel so bashful?

“You asked.” You respond, and his eyes search yours for a second before a smile tugs at his lips. His hand reaches out to cup your face, tilting it to the side as he looks at the 7 on your cheek.

Was this all it took for Theodore to touch you?

You’d have to start drawing 7 everywhere.

His fingers brush against your jaw, and you let out a shaky breath as his thumb runs along your cheek.

His touch leaves a fiery trail in its wake, and you are sure he has to be doing some sort of nonverbal magic because you feel as though you are going crazy. You resist the urge to let your eyes flutter shut because Theodore Nott simply has that effect.

He turns your head back and you stare at one another for a second more before he pulls back, and your mouth feels awfully dry.

“Mattheo smudged it.” He says, and his voice sounds slightly strained as he says so. You can't keep the corners of your lips from lifting slightly as you nod.

“Right.” You breathe out, looking at him. He grins, and this time you have to be sure you have not secured yourself a one-way ticket to the Janus Thickey Ward of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, because you swear his eyes flicker down to your lips for a brief second before he leans back like he's been forced to do so, wordlessly looking at you once more before he grips the broom with one hand, effortlessly flying up to start practice.

You don’t even have the time to process whatever that was because your ever-eloquent and insightful friend speaks the very thoughts running through your head.

“What in the ever-loving fuck was that?” Pansy utters, eyes wide as she stares at the spot where Theodore was standing.

Amen to that, Pansy. What in the ever-loving fuck was that?

Your hand hovers over your cheek, ghosting over the place Theodore had just touched.

You part your lips to say something, but can't even formulate the words, and Pansy recognises that.

“Holy Shit! He- That-” She says, hands grabbing your shoulders as she shakes you. You're ashamed to say you needed it because you were sure you were dreaming.

“What's going on between you two? First, you’re wearing his number to the match. Then he's practically eye fucking you and you're both literally about to make out.” Pansy babbles and you roll your eyes at her dramatics.

“Oh calm down, Pansy. He barely looked at me, and he was just fixing it because Mattheo had smudged it. There's nothing going on.” She says and Pansy narrows her eyes.

“Oh yes, and I’m fucking straight. We both know that's a lie.” She deadpans, and you shake your head with an exasperated smile.

You couldn't tell whether you wanted to crack up with laughter or strangle the shit out of her. With Pansy, the line blurred more often than not. It’s why you loved her so dearly.

“Genuinely Pansy, nothing’s going on between Theodore and me. We used to be really good friends. That's all.” You say, with a tone of finality. She sighs, mumbling under her breath.

“….Painfully obvious”

“Both know that's a lie…..”

“Hopeless idiot…”

You shoot her a glare at her mumbling and she returns the sentiment with a pointed smile, enough to make you roll your eyes with amusement. You rest your head on her shoulder as the two of you watch the match.

The day Theodore had walked past you like you simply didn't exist was the day you swore to yourself you'd never, EVER, let yourself be good friends with him again. You stuck to your word always, yet this was proving to be one time where you didn't.

You prayed you wouldn't regret this, but alas, the universe is cruel at times.

The news of Draco’s father cancelling their annual summer holiday trip came surprisingly as great news to your groups as you all lounged in the library (which was as packed as it had ever been thanks to Madam Pince’s cooling charm. You all begged her to teach you the spell but she refused, and you were sure she kept it hidden to make sure people came to the library. Luckily for the group, you were one of the most conscientious students in your year, so you'd all get away with things due to the teachers favouring you greatly. A few other groups were kicked out immediately.)You all sat in a cosy arrangement in the far back end of the library. Pansy sat on the floor beside you, whilst you lounged in an armchair, feet thrown over one arm. Blaise sat on the other arm of the chair, with Draco and Theodore sitting opposite you. Between the armchair and sofa facing one another was a third sofa and a small round table. Mattheo and Lorenzo sat on that third sofa. Lorenzo stretches, sprawled out as he props his feet up on the table. You reach out and slap him with the book you were reading, and he cowers sheepishly as he puts his feet down.

“I was looking forward to summer in Versailles,” Draco complains, and you sigh. Would be nice to be able to go on such trips.

“Actually…” Pansy says, sitting up as though she’s just had an idea. Knowing your friend, you can't help but feel terrified about what's about to come out of her mouth.

“My parents have a beautiful holiday home down in France and they're going to Australia this year, so it's not being used. Why don't we all spend a week there?” Pansy says.

It's actually a very clever Idea, and a chorus of murmurs of agreement and nods echo throughout the group.

“That actually sounds good” Lorenzo says, and Blaise hums in agreement.

“I have family who live in France so they could sort out travel for us when we are there. I'm sure I can go.” Baise says and Pansy claps her hands excitedly, rubbing them together like some kind of evil genius (sometimes you were sure she was.)

“Draco, Theo?” Pansy says, and the mention of Theo's name has your eyes flickering up from your book. He's looking at you but the second your eyes meet he quickly looks at Pansy and nods, clearing his throat.

“Huh? Oh, uh- yeah.Sounds good.” He says. You lightly smile to yourself as you look down at your book.

“ I suppose I’ll tolerate it.” Draco sighs, and a chorus of groans escapes the group at his melodramatic behaviour.

“Oh piss off Draco, just admit you like us,” Mattheo says and Draco scoffs.

The boys very quickly once again get into a semi-play fight, and a stern hush from Madam Pince as she glares at the group of you sends them both sheepishly quiet. She walks away and it’s your turn to glare at the two boys.

“She may like me now, but if you two don't shut up she sure as fuck won't, and ill set your robes on fire if you force me to get through the summer whilst being banned from the library.” You spit, scolding them.

Mattheo and Draco both look down like children being chastised and Blaise has to hide his amusement as he nudges your shoulder, getting up.

“Right well, that's our cue to leave anyway. Have the real match tomorrow so we need an early night.” Blaise says. One by one everyone gets up, Pansy pushing off the floor with a sigh as she dusts down her skirt.

She turns to you, raising a brow.

“You coming?” She asks, holding a hand out and you look up, shaking your head.

“Nah. Gonna stay here for a while. Finish reading this.” You say, holding up your book with a weak smile. Pansy shakes her head with a smile, ruffling your hair (much to your dismay).

“My little neek. Have fun!” She says, and you flip her off at the comment. She grins, blowing a fake kiss back at you as she manoeuvres past the wooden bookshelves and out of the library.

You sigh and feel as though you're sinking further into the plush armchair, a pillow held to your chest as you read your book. Everything about the library was so pleasantly calming. The dim lights that cast dancing shadows of the book spines across the wall. The bibliosmia that you inhaled deeply as you lay for what felt like hours, reading whatever you could get your hands on. You’re so caught up in the allure of the library (Pansy might have a point, you definitely were a neek), that you don't even notice the presence of someone coming to sit down on the sofa next to you until the sound of the leather cushions sagging under weight draws your attention up from the pages of the book.

Seriously? Were you actually that oblivious? It was extremely alarming if you were.

You look up and see Theodore moving to take a seat on the sofa next to you. He stretches out his legs, his large frame suddenly making the space seem a lot smaller.

“Hey.” He says, and your lips quirk up in a smile as you speak.

“Hey,” You respond, folding the corner of your book.

“What are you reading?” Theodore asks, and you raise a brow.

Did he really have an interest in the book you were reading? A few years ago the Theodore you knew would never touch a book (though he would listen to you ramble on about them for an hour.)

But Theodore has changed, And so have you. He’s no longer the Theodore you knew, and the reminder turns the feeling in your stomach unpleasant.

You hold up your book, weakly smiling as you show him the cover. It was rather beaten and bruised, but you had owned this copy since your first year. You’ve reread it more times than you can count.

“Little women,” Theodore says, a small smile of recognition on his face. He remembered you, always walking around with that book. Theodore couldn’t comprehend what half the words in the book meant, but he remembered hearing you talk about it and thinking you were truly the most incredible person he had ever met.

That hadn't really changed.

“Mhmm. Must be my 5th time rereading it this year.” You say, with a small smile, and Theodore lets out a low laugh.

He's looking down at the table, and you admire the way the dim light dances along his features, making them look surprisingly soft.

“Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts…” Theodore starts, gaze trained ahead.

“......because you can't have the one you want” You finish, quietly.

Theodore's gaze drops to his hands, fiddling with the threads on his bag. The air is thick with unspoken words. A quiet dance of regrets lingers in the spaces between your words.

"Little Women," Theodore repeats, his fingers tracing the zip on his bag. "I remember how you used to quote passages from that book like they were sacred verses. It was almost like a religion for you."

You can sense the undertone in his words—the acknowledgement of a shared past that now exists as a distant echo.

The silence that follows hangs heavy.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, the worn pages of the book suddenly feeling like a fragile shield against the currents of emotion. Theodore's eyes, once familiar and comforting, now carry a hint of regret and a touch of something unsaid.

"Jo March was always your favourite," he continues, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“Still is,” you say, and he nods, looking up at you. His smile is tight-lipped, and you fight the urge to reach forward and massage the furrow of his brow. He reaches into the side pocket of his bag, pulling out a book.

Little women.

You frown as you take the copy from him, flicking through it. There are scribbles and annotations all over the pages.

You hate the way you instantly recognise his handwriting - another testament as to how Theodore was weaved into everything you did.

Theodore takes the book back, his fingers lingering on the worn cover. He opens the book, thumbing through the pages, his eyes fixing on the annotations.

"I've been reading it," he admits, his voice a low murmur. "Annotating it. I wanted to see it through your eyes, to understand why it meant so much to you."

You watch him, and your heart clenches at his voice. At his eyes, At the way he speaks, and the way he keeps his head down. The realisation that he held onto this piece of you, even as you both drifted apart, is enough to send you into a spiral.

"I see you in these pages," Theodore continues, his gaze locking onto the annotated paragraphs. "I see you in between the lines, and in the words. I see you in Jo, I see you in the witty comments. Every time I read this, It's like a piece of you is still here with me."

A lump forms in your throat, and you swallow hard, trying to push back the tears that threaten to spill over.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry

“Every time I read these words, I feel like I'm back with you, even if just for a moment." He admits, looking up at you.

The devastation in his eyes is surely mirrored in your own.

You want to cry. You want to shout, because how dare he sit here, and speak of you with such reverence, and act like he cares for you when he had forgotten about you so easily? How dare he say he sees you in everything he does when he looked right past you when you stood in front of him?

How dare he act like he missed you when he didn’t?

You can't say anything. You physically can't, because every time you open your mouth it hurts. Grief clings to the pipes, scratching at your throat. It restricts your breathing, it gnaws at you.

Theodore looks at you and clears his throat, quickly looking down. You fail to make out the fact that his own eyes are threatening to spill with tears, as your own teary eyes cloud your vision.

It was always like that with you and Theodore.

Amid your shared tears, the unspoken suddenly becomes the unsayable.

He gets up, and he can't bear to look at your face because every glance of those tears in your eyes eats away at his heart. He grabs his bag and throws it over his shoulder, rushing out for fear of what you might say.

“See you” He murmurs, walking away. You can’t tear your gaze away from where he walks away even as his form disappears, and you swear the boy had taken part of your heart with him.

The quote “Fate was a cruel mistress” Never made much sense to you. Fate was beautiful even in its destructive nature. Fate was unstoppable, she didn't wait for anyone or veer away. You used to admire that about her. You found it to be a beautiful thing. Of course, it's because you also believe that fate would only wait for you. Wait that one extra second. Then, perhaps, Theodore and you would be on the same path. Instead, you were two, walking the same path only a heartbeat apart. As if time itself conspires to teach that love can occur in the same book, but pages apart.

You cannot love the beauty of her tenacity and cower from it too.

[volturiprincess]

To love You in an Old Way

Jasper Hale x human mate reader

Summary: Reader is a fan of old school love Warnings: None, just pure fluff A/N: This one-shot was inspired by this song I been listening on repeat lately, its called "Amarte a la Antigua" or "To Love You in an Old Way" by Eslabon Armado. I added lyrics from the song onto this (Spanish is my first language so translating was easy) From just that song theres another song I listen from this group and another one shot idea came to idea. There will be another A/N in the end. Enjoy :)

(You can never forget your first love for a Vampire)

“Today we no longer write letters to fall in love

Today the flowers are no longer seen”

I have never been serenaded by gifts or even experienced all those old school love gestures. I always said I had no interest in being serenaded but secretly I wished that everything you see in the movies could happen to me. The endless romance books I have drowned myself in so that I could try to picture myself in those romantic scenes leaves me with an unsaid desire. But it is an unrequired thing, guys at school just don't work like that anymore 

“Where has that romance gone?

There are no longer poems to conquer each other

Now only emails are sent”

That is until a certain cowboy came into my life, Jasper Hale. I always admired him from a distance and didn't really approach him in any way until he awkwardly but oh so adorable came up to me one day and said “Hello y/n would you like to go out with me to a bookstore in Port Angeles”. The way he had a hint of anxiety in his eyes and how he flexed his arms behind his back left me curious as to why he was so nervous to talk to me. From that moment 2 years ago today, we have been together ever since, and yes I do know about him and his family being vampires and his past even. There are days where he has to be away from me to control his thirst but I never feel disappointed or hurt. I do always praise him for how far he has come to being able to be around me without the feeling of wanting to drain my blood in a second. 

But the thing I absolutely love about Jasper is he is an old school lover, makes sense since he is old but he does everything you would see in the movies. At first it started with just short poem phrases left inside my locker or in the books I would read, 

“Loving you the old way, stealing your smiles

Hold your hand, open the door for you, write you poems

love like before”

And from that he started to write full on poems, one of them being called “To love you in old way”, which just hits my heart in every way. He then started to give me little gifts, nothing fancy yet unless you count chocolates but he would give me little drawings he's done throughout the day or once he gave me a bracelet he made that had a small heart and rose charm. I still wear that bracelet to this day. 

“Fill you with roses, sing you songs, paint you caresses”

When he writes me poems, he leaves them in my bedroom with a bouquet of my favorite flowers each time. The way he loves me is something I never knew could exist, he's so suave with his southern charm  and the way he can sit for hours listening to me talk just makes my heart swell. Many would assume just because he's the reserve type he lacks being a romantic type, but when me and him are alone he says some of the most dazzling and mesmerizing things that can put any poet to shame

Like just a minute ago he said this line 

“In you, I have found the love that fills my soul”

And with his Texan accent, it made it more personal.

“Was that an Edgar Allan Poe quote?”

“It was, I figured you would like it for the reason being you love his works”

“Oh you know me so well cowboy”

He smirked slightly and pulled me into his embrace so my back was against his chest while he was leaning against a tree. 

“I like how you learned quotes from his works to woe me, even if he focuses more on the dark and terror of life”

“Well one thing I have grown to know about you is books are a key to your heart”

“Yes true, and food, don't forget food”

The way he laughs makes me melt into him more, his laugh is quiet like the sounds of small bells ringing, so angelic yet at the same time so bewitching.

“I could never forget that about you darlin”

I thought about our first date, I was internally panicking and was overthinking constantly of what to say to him, I was debating to just be myself or my quiet self. What made me loosen up with him was he gave me this aura of calm, at the time I didn't understand how but with that feeling I relaxed and was able to finally be myself. Since our first date was at a bookstore, he held all the books I wanted and he didn't protest or anything, actually he would recommend books or I would catch him sneaking books into my growing pile. After that date, we just knew we fit like a puzzle, it was then confirmed later that Jasper and I are mates which confused me since I am human. 

We would spend hours either in his room or mine reading and then talking about it afterwards. He really is my missing piece to my soul. My parents even approved of Jasper and would be happy to have him over or even letting him stay the night or vice versa. They knew Jasper was the perfect gentleman and wouldn't do anything to hurt me, which is true in every way, even if he does have his days where he struggles with his thirst control.

“Penny for thoughts?”

At hearing his voice through my mist of memories I answered “I was just thinking about our first date”

“What about it?”

“Just thinking how we fit like two puzzle pieces”

He kissed the top of my head and mumbled quietly

“You have no idea how true that is”

I grabbed his hand and traced his visible veins. I would often do that to make him relax more and in a way it comforted me. As for him I noticed he would bury his face into my hair, he says my hair smells like flowers and I could feel him melt everytime he did that. 

“Can I ask you something”

His sudden voice in our quiet bliss startled me

“Yea? What's up?”

“Well I have a supplication for you”

I raised an eyebrow at that word but pulled away from him so I could face him.

“Supplication? You never fail to amuse me with your formal words but continue with your supplication”

His radiantly affectionate smirk spread onto his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled a small box out, seeing that box my eyes widened slightly, is it what i think it is? With opening the box I can already see the twinkling diamond shining through 

“Darlin’ the moment I meet you I felt I could finally breathe again, I felt somewhat human once again and my dark past did not cloud my mind as much, I don't know what I would do if I were to ever lose you or let you do, that might sound selfish but damn dang it I love you doll, Will you do me the honor and marry me?”

My tears were already building up when he barely said his first words. The man of my dreams is asking for my hand in marriage and the way the sunlight was hitting him made him look so surreal, it felt like we were in a dream at that moment.

“YES Jas, YES!!”

His smile widened and he placed the ring on my finger in an instant and pulled me into a deep kiss. This kiss didn't feel like any other kiss we had in the past, it felt like all our past deception vanished and it was just me and him in this whole world. And to think this all started with me craving for that old antique love gestures. 

“Love you the old way, love you like before”

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A/N: I love Jasper, as I said in one of my past post, he was my first Vampire love until well I discovered Felix but I still love him never less. I have another idea for a one shot with another song but this time it will be about Caius, hence to why I have one of his quotes in my bio.

[witchthewriter]

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: okay so I'm making this post because I found ... this audio on youtube (it's sfw dw) and it really made me want to write about the reader as this badass bitch who Negan absolutely adores. Otherwise, I find it really difficult to write for Negan in this timeframe. But the audio made me ... goddamn fall in love.

Warnings: at the end there's blood, and a knife - not used in violence though.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

ENTP

Slytherin

Evil Neutral > Chaotic Neutral

4 of Wands Reversed

Gemini Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・He had found you in one of the only secluded places there were at the Sanctuary

・Then this voice came out of nowhere, a voice you know well, one you had ... fantasised about for a while

・But outwardly, you pretended that you were doing this just to get by

・However, you had learned a lot from the people around you, from Negan, but mostly from Michonne when you were with her group

・It was long history. But eventually, your ideas didn't align with Rick's. And to the dismay of Michonne and yourself, you decided to leave.

・It hurt. You had friends in Rick's group, you truly did. But they followed him blindly. Just how Negan's group followed him blindly.

・But all your family had died, there was no one left you had to look out for. To love. Rick didn't even leave his kids in your presence alone. Just because of your ideologies - that maybe there is no right or wrong anymore.

・And then Negan killed Glenn, and Abraham and so many others and you felt so lost.

・But somehow, anyway, you ended up at the gates of the Sanctuary.

・It had been a month in and you were finding difficulties left and right.

・No one accepted you, no one wanted to trust one of Rick's group. They thought you were sent here to spy on Negan. But you did everything to prove yourself.

・And as time went on, you saw Negan's bravado.

・And ... you liked it. Even when it came down when two were together, you still liked his charm. The way he thought. But you could also see the hurt from his past. And how that influenced how he acted today.

・The words he spoke made you tingle, they made you blush (although you concealed it so well that Negan couldn't see it.)

・And when he was pouring his heart out to you, you tried to keep a straight face. Not let him see how you truly felt. Because if you did, then you would have nearly body slammed him to the floor and kissed him until you both couldn't breathe.

・Knowing that the leader of the Sanctuary, THE Negan, wanted you and only you - made you feel ontop of the world.

・And then he did something that you didn't expect.

・He made everyone assemble inside.

・And announced that you were his and only his and then he was only yours.

・That even though the war between Rick and them was still happening, Negan wanted someone solely to himself.

・In other words, Negan's personal life was just as important as the war ...

・When he made all his subjects kneel, and kissed you on the lips, you felt a rush of ... power. Of ... royalty, authority, control.

・It made you buzz.

・When it was just the two of you again, and Negan brought up the wedding, you nearly died.

・Had this been a joke? You thought so, but when you brought up your hesitancies, Negan looked at you with pure shock.

"Hell baby, I know you don't want to hear it, but these past few weeks, I've been giving you test after test."

"What? No you haven't, I would have notice-"

"That was the point, they weren't supposed to be noticeable baby."

"Negan, I - I honestly don't understand."

"Baby, you passed every single one of them. And I know you are the one for me. The only, one for me."

・Even before the apocolypse you never thought you would get married. You never thought someone would want you in that way.

・But apparently your strengths, the things that others saw as weaknesses - was what Negan loved.

"Okay, to make it even though, Mr Smith," you looked up at him with mischief in your eyes. The type of mischief that could breed chaos.

"Hmmm?" Negan said with a raised eyebrow, mirroring your smile.

"I want you to undergo a test." Your voice was light, airy, innocent.

"Anything for you, sugar," he nearly growled.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾🔞𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒏𝒊!

"Knife." You demanded and he pulled the one from his boot. The one he had his closest confidant clean and sharpen every morning.

・He passed it over to you without hesitation.

"Hand," you flipped yours out and he put it over your own.

"Repeat after me," all your words contradicted your eager face. Firm and strong, it excited Negan. But he kept that in.

・You looked at the shiny blade for a moment and admired it. Not too big, not too short, the perfect size for this.

"With my blood, I devote to you my love," you said, and waited a moment for Negan to do the same.

・He readied his throat and looked you straight in the eyes. His were glistening, and yours, gleaming.

His voice was deep, low, "with my blood, I devote to you my love."

・Without taking his eyes from you, you sliced the blade over his palm and did the same to yours.

・It stung, and blood wept from the wound. Faster than you had inticipated.

"And as we merge our blood together, we are now forever bound."

・You saw a hint of his eyes bulging, but only for a second.

・This was it. The final test to see if his words wrung true.

But his gaze flicked back to yours and nodded, "and as we merge our blood together, we are now forever bound."

・You clasped your hands together and let the blood mix.

"Blood of my blood," you whispered. Kissing the back of his hand.

・Where once held a smile, now had a stoic face. Knowing that now you truly were his one and only wife.

・Negan's eyes met yours.

"Bloof of my blood," he growled and leaned over the table to kiss you.

・Your hands stayed linked like that for nearly thirty minutes. Neither wanting to break free.

・An hour after you both decided you could let go. Negan went and sat in his chair, slapping the chair beside you.

With a beer in hand, he said, "I can't believe my wife's got me doing witchy shit," and he gave a chuckle.

"Husband," you said while grabbing the knife and walking over to the seat beside him, this isn't just "witchy shit, it's witchcraft." And then you licked the blood from the knife.

[day-drawn-blog]

Part VII: I went away cause I missed you or maybe You are not mine and am I truly yours? - The Power

Pairing: Astarion x Reader -- This is set in Act I

Tags: angst, fluff, sadness, angst, fluff, then maybe eventually smut because I do love that

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VIII: Your blood like wine, invites me in.

Part IX: I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

You all stayed at camp as two of your party members recovered their physical and psychic damage. Not much happened. The second night, Astarion was able to step out, and sit next to the campfire with everyone. Everyone had spent time on their own way - resting. Wyll seemed to have refined a dance. He wanted to share with everyone, and asked for a partner, just as you walked in with a bunch of firewood. Everyone looked at you and Wyll found his volunteer. You indulged him.

It turned out more fun than you had thought.

You enjoyed dancing in a previous life. A life which you cannot remember much of, anymore. Everyone was being merry. Astarion seemed to be recovering because he made some snarky comment at Wyll's dancing skills. Said he always dreamt of marrying a handsome prince charming like Wyll as a kid - making everyone burst out in laughter. Wyll offered to dance with him in return and Astarion turned him down saying he was afraid of being stepped on. After which a funny banter followed.

All was not as bad as it could be. 

"You seem to be all better, Astarion. Good to see, soldier. It's all thanks to Halsin's medicine that our dear captain so diligently put on you all night" Karlach beamed, gesturing to you. You felt like a deer in the spotlight. "Ah no no no, I hardly -- " "Of course you did, you followed my instructions perfectly" chimed in Halsin, unhelpfully. 

You looked down to the ground blushing. You didn't want to look at Astarion. At this point you may as well hold a sign saying you love him, you thought. "Thank you. Captain." Astarion returned, in a solemn and deep voice. "I owe you my life". "Again." You were sure he said that last word, or did he. It was said very softly, almost to himself.

Everyone was able to march forwards again.

In the underdark the next day, Shadowheart and Karlach were chatting. You wondered if Shadowheart and Astarion had found their way to each other again. You hoped they did. You did not want to come in between real love. "You know, I have a spent time in a crypt. But the underdark, still unsettles me". What? 

Astarion had caught up with you. 

He was trying to make conversation! You were surprised. "Are you still feeling unwell? Maybe you thought I was someone else?". You blurted out unwittingly. Half joking, but also, not. "Why would you say that? I was perfectly aware who I was walking upto to have an idle chatter with. If you are not interested... however" He feigned being hurt. "You never talk to me, Astarion. This feels very, not normal. Why now?". You were genuinely curious. 

"Do I not?" He seemed hurt. 

"We haven't spoken a word except last night in the past week". You reminded him, pettily. " I had, a few things to sort through, in my head." He said, a bit distant. "But I feel much better today. Both in body and in mind". "That is very good to hear. We were all worried that night. You were close to falling in the water". 

You two then talked a fair bit. 

About the incident, about his time as a magistrate in Baldurs gate. A few things about Cazador. You felt there was more to the Cazador story than he let on. But that would have to wait. You were in combat again. 

You started with your back to his back. 

You had never fought this way before. You felt safer. You cancelled someone trying to cast a spell on the party. Then at one point, while you were momentarily distracted, you saw two hands on either side of you, cast 'ignis' from behind you, as hot flames burst forth. It was so warm for a moment. Not just from the spell but his breathy voice right behind you as he took down your enemy for you. 

His face was so close to you. 

"Look out!" You were so distracted by his face, you didn't see the arrows coming. Astarion turned you around while shielding you with his back that took the arrows. His armor was enough to save him but that was dangerous. "What are you doing?!," You demanded, slightly frowning since that was reckless. "Saving your distracted self. You're welcome" he snarked back. 

And whose fault is that, again. You sighed.

Fighting side by side had it's charms. It gave him advantage on his sneak attacks while you took out any enemies in range. But at one point, towards the end of the battle, you were both near a ledge, when someone set off an explosive and you both fell off. Down into the abyss. You cast feather fall to save your lives and braced for impact. 

It didn't hurt as much but you both fell in a pool of rubble dirt and dust that clouded everything. Coughing, you couldn't see in the smoke cloud and dust. The area looked precarious. As if a false step or loud sound would make you go crashing further. Astarion was a few feet away. Coughing.

He crawled towards you. "Are you okay"? 

A wooden beam seemed to fall towards you as you looked up. Your mind went blank. You Eldritch blasted it and realized it splattered into a hundred splinters that were now raining down on you. In an instant, Astarion was on you. Fully armored. And he shielded you from the worst of them. You on your back, him on all fours, protecting you.

"What are you doing?" 

You were genuinely angry. Why does he keep putting himself in danger for you! Those splinters were not enough to hurt you badly, and you did not need saving from something so trivial. What has gotten into him today. Being the Hero. Didn't he find the idea repulsive? You couldn't understand this man. He definitely disapproved of a lot of your more benevolent choices in the past. And now look at who is being the Hero.

Hypocrite.

You expected him to say he was saving you, and you had your reply ready in your head. That you would have survived just fine. You just needed to remember the right spell. 

"I'm being ... grateful". 

Is what he said. What? You looked into his eyes. Once again, his face, was very close to yours. "You are a handful. You know that"? He quipped. You were offended. "Excuse me - I cast feath -- " His lips were on yours. He sucked and pulled on your lower lip before parting. 

"I -- wa --- " 

"Shut up" and he kissed you again. Several times. Quick, rash and hurried. His tongue found yours. You had no time to breathe. Your mind was going blank again. Why does this man do this to you every time. You put your arms around him without thinking when a voice rang out. "You guys ok down there? " Karlach's voice ran out from above. 

He tore away instantly.

"Yes! " He promptly got away and waved "we are here!!" "I saved her but now we need help getting out". "You didn't save ---" " Shut up or I will kiss you again". It wasn't the warning that shut you up. But the shock at what was happening... You just stared at him wide eyed. "If you don't believe me, why don't you test me" he smirked. He helped you up. The party had thrown a rope ladder down to you two. 

After you. He said.

You held the rope. No, after you. "I'm afraid, my love, that can't be helped" he stood behind you and tugged at the rope to check its strength, he was so close again. "I need to keep my eyes on you darling. " He smirked again as he leaned in and kissed you again. This one was longer and more tender. "For the journey back up, my dear. Who knows when I can tear you away again".

His hand was on your stomach. Tantalizingly close to your breasts. "I would like to savor you more ....later" He said in a very low voice, next to your ears, almost in a whisper. Your head tilted back, he planted one more kiss on your lips and let you go. You gripped the rope hard. Your heard pounding from the kisses he lavished on you. 

You tried to focus on the task at hand, and made your way up, slowly. Looking back down every now and again as he smiled up at you.

You resolved to end this turmoil soon.

Back up reunited, you decided to stay with the others the rest of the day. That didn't prevent him from catching your eye and flashing his smile at you every chance he got. You turned away, cheeks flushed and confused, every time.

Back at camp that night, you tore away from everyone, to sort your thoughts through before confronting him. You found a secluded pool, so you stripped to your inners and went in the cool water. You were still uncomfortable being completely naked in the wilderness. Made you feel, vulnerable. Besides - who knew if someone was lurking. These woods were filled with thieves, bandits...vampires.

"There you are, darling. "

Shocked, you turned to see him. "How did you -". He smirked. "Why, I can smell your sweet blood miles away. Did you forget, I'm a... vampire" he winked. You were infuriated - not a moment's peace with this man around. You should have washed your wounds faster. Years of being a predator has given him perfect stalking skills it seemed. Fine. Might as well get it done with. You braced yourself.

Astarion stripped down and got into the water.

Part VIII : Your blood like wine, invites me in.

[sqtorux]

first angst drabble!! i cannot write angst without tryna cryy :(

okk here it goes HELP srry this took while say i had go school to catch up works i miss when sick

imagine nanami sending you texts every time when he goes out for mission it start with "hey how are you?" and at night he give you heads up "mhm comin home late." it's always was a routine, one mission was going be his very last he text you sweet messages how he Forgot kiss the kids good Moring since he went early but he promise to you when he comes back he give them a sweetest night kiss, you guys texted back and fought before he had to go, he sent you a message d before he had to go, you were to focus on the Kids you didn't see it pop up, minutes went hours you were so worried you texted your husband wondering where he is, you saw a text that you missed "if anything happens, I love you." you reply back "promise?" why reply to someone who not on earth anymore?

WHHE2321MNEWD

(this was a diff idea i wanted when everyone was using reader and when she finds a boyfriend, Gojo he just like the same and uses her too tell me if u want this drabble to i thought it was bit mean!!)

-🐱 anon

honestly could go a little something like-

the day starts with the lovely morning text from your husband as usual, smiling to yourself at the endearment he called you and the apology saying he forgot to kiss your lovely daughter before he left. he'd make up for it when he arrive though, you had no doubt.

checking your phone right after you wake up to read your husband's text was your daily routine even before kento became your husband. it just didn't feel like your morning was complete without doing so.

this particular morning however, you find yourself crying for a reason you can't find yourself to pinpoint.

you: i think my period is coming, im getting emotional for no reason. come kiss me better when you arrive!

✓ 6.54 am

you set your phone down and take a moment to bask in the small rays of light falling from your windows into your room and sigh, wiping your tears away. you could really use morning kiss right now.

"mama!" your daughter scurried over to your bed and threw her tiny body over yours earning a giggle from both your mouths. you place a chaste kiss on her forehead and a second one, for kento. it was a charming moment until your daughter's smile disappeared.

"mama are you crying again?" you find your hands rubbing away the tears that happened to run down your cheeks. what is up with that?

"momma's fine, baby. how about we surprise papa with his lunch today? he forgot to give you your morning kiss hm?" you tuck her hair behind her ears, her own eyes slowly turning teary.

"you're doing it again" she pulls away from your hold, a frown now found itself on her adorable face.

"doing what baby?"

"talking like ... like papa is still here. i don't like it."

that's when it hit you. her papa, your husband wasn't here anymore. you knew it, you do but somehow it does not make sense. how could nanami be dead when you've just received your morning text like you always used to when he was here?

you scrambled among your sheets desperately searching for your phone to prove to yourself, more than anyone, that nanami was alive and well. of course he has to be.

however you were only met with disappointment and that nauseating feeling of jumping off somewhere high when you opened your chats to his number.

you: i think my period is coming, im getting emotional for no reason. come kiss me better when you arrive!

[message not sent. this number is no longer in use.]

! 6.54 am

ah. it wasn't for no reason that you were emotional first thing in the morning. it was your body mourning for the love of your life that your mind forced itself to forget about his death.

omg this concept of reader imagining/hallucinating beloved used to be one of my favourite tropes!! pls the way my world paused when i read your drabble because i knew it was angst but i didn't know it was about THIS topic crying crying

also im so glad to know you're better now, enough to go to school hehe i hope the workload isn't too heavy to catch up on <3

[seullovesme]

our first christmas morning » kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ seulgi x fem!reader

genre ⥬ domestic fluff

warnings ⥬ n/a (just reallyyy cheesy)

you tightened your embrace on the seulgi's frame, still in the process of waking up. the bear tucked her head into your neck, and let out a sigh of contentment.

it was your first christmas as a couple, and you were currently cuddling with all your your limbs intertwined to keep each other warm. you blinked away the sleep from your eyes, and took in the sight of her sleeping form.

you always found her stunning. when she was sleeping, when she was dancing or singing, when she was eating, and when she did literally anything. there was truly no one who could could even come close to her beauty in your opinion.

you loosed your hug to moved back a little for a better look at her sleepy face, and you smiled when her eyelids reacted to the exposure of sunlight coming from the window. she whined and leaned into your arms, hiding her face in your chest. it was adorable seeing her so soft in the morning as she loved to get as much rest as possible.

you kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back softly, enjoying her warmth. "seul, we should get up." you whispered as she squeezed your torso in a bear hug. "i don't want to," she whined. "you're warm."

you blushed at her words. as much as you enjoyed spending your morning just cuddling, you still wanted to do something special for your first christmas together. "i don't want to waste our first christmas together, baby. i want to treat you today." you say, gently petting the back of her head. seulgi shifted a little bit before peeking at you through the top of her eyes.

"but you being here is enough for me." her voice is slightly muffled by your chest, but it's clear enough to where you can hear it and it makes you smile again. "you cheeseball. come on, get up." you rock her back and forth to ensure that she wakes up fully. she continues whining in protest, but you know she'll get up eventually.

you sit up and she sits up aswell. you watch as she thinks for a moment. "ok give me a kiss, then maybe i'll get up." she teases, closing her eyes and puckering her lips for you. you giggle, "fine." you give her a sweet peck. she smiles back at you, looking into your eyes.

"hmm.. maybe another one with convince me." she closes her eyes again and waits for your lips to touch hers. you roll your eyes playfully and give into her request. her eyes open, and she looks wide awake. "i heard they say third times a charm, love."

"yah, you only said one kiss. i won't kiss you anymore if you don't go and get ready right now." you scolded in a teasing manner, grinning as she complies. "only because i love you and your kisses." she mutters. "i love you too, and your kisses." you say back.

you can't wait to wake up every christmas just like this, for the rest of your life.

sorry its so cheesy, my xmas playlist got me feeling so giddy 🤭

[whoiwanttoday]

So not last Friday but two Fridays ago was National Paranormal Day, something I didn't know existed and there is a joke here about it not actually existing no matter how much some people abuse the scientific method to prove it does but I won't go down that rabbit hole. The point is that night I had a friend who made me aware and asked me to watch something Paranormal but I was busy so I didn't. They watched The Amityville Horror, a truly bad movie that was also part of a massive pop culture phenomena. It's a thing I am fascinated by because I am always interested in ideas that infect society and I wish I could have been there to feel it. To see if it felt like everyone believed there was a haunting in Amityville or not. If you don't know the story you can look it up but it's been pretty thoroughly debunked over the years, though of course there are still true believers, but it was a best selling book that lead to a massive hit movie that has lead to an official movie franchise and an unofficial one that has spawned combined hundreds of movies. You think I am exaggerating but I promise you I am not. Since Amityville is a real place as long as you don't call it the Amityville Horror anyone can make a movie and put Amityville in front of it and suddenly you have a movie sure to make money on streaming. It's how you get things ranging from Amityville Island and Amityville Vampire to Amityville Dollhouse and Amityville in Space. Anyway, I didn't come here to talk about Amityville but rather how I didn't watch it Friday night. But it put it in my head so I finally did watch it again, it's a not very good movie but one that has always been part of my life because it was just… always sort of there as a kid. On TV a lot, someone always had a VHS copy recorded off of cable somewhere. So I have seen it many times and the bright spot has always been Margot Kidder because she's the bright spot in a whole lot of movies. She has this moxie and charm about her that comes out in a very specific 70's Liberated Lady way that you don't see anymore. It's so era specific, a backbone and some spunk mixed with a world weariness and the fact that she has seen more than you have. It's why she was a pitch perfect Lois Lane but she is also in a few horror movies and one of them I deeply love she is the best part in, which is high praise cause Black Christmas is awesome. Anyway, I feel like I was intellectually aware she must be an attractive woman cause she's in movies and stuff but she was first and foremost Lois Lane to me as a kid and I couldn't sexualize Lois Lane. Guys, it turns out I can sexualize Kathleen Lutz. I dunno what it is, 4k resolution, getting older, some third thing you can feel free to tell me about in the comments below but man, she is gorgeous. Just so absolutely beautiful and I felt a little dumb that I hadn't fully registered this. Like I knew but I was embarrassed for my loins that they hadn't done their job and made me lust after her previously. They usually don't drop the ball like this. Anyway, in ultra high def I am here to tell you her face is a marvel. And you pair that with the sort of verve Margot Kidder always brings to the screen and I was smitten. To the point I was like, "Did anyone else notice how hot she is in this movie?" Guys, they did. My favorite review I found online was from a woman that said, "You'd think this movie would make me wary of ouija but now we're digging up the board to ask Margot Kidder to be our third". I get it. Today I want to fuck Margot Kidder.

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabble: Yandere Elijah Mikealson- The Gentleman

The first time Elijah had seen you it was like magic. In the oddest of senses, he wasn't a fan of witches. Having a sister for one was a great source of help when finding Klaus.

Only when he saw you did he realize he didn't need to find anyone or anything else in his long life anymore. He had only come back to find his brother. That was the only goal when he first arrived in New Orleans. Finding your beautiful face and charming attitude wasn't at all.

He would have still gravitated towards you if he had not noticed the way you floated around the streets. He could hear your heart pumping as he followed behind, not close, but far in your crowd of tourists.

"Do you need anything, sir?" You asked him. Your voice was sweet as honey, and it made Elijah think of everything he could do to hear it again. "Oh, darlin' I was just following along with your voice.

Elijah had always been a flirt and had always had a way with words. Been able to make people see the right way with words unlike his younger half-brother Klaus.

Y/n was never sure how she ended up being the only thing that Elijah saw, but she had and she lived in glory. Elijah spoiled the shit out of them. "Babydoll, what do you want today?" He'd ask them as they floated around the streets.

He had rules of course. Rules that kept you safe 'These rules aren't here to hinder what you do on a daily basic love. Just here to protect you when I'm not here, yes." You shake your head like a little child being told a story.

They were rules that were not hard to follow, but anyone else that wasn't in your dynamic might think that your boyfriend was being a little controlling.

Rule #1 Stay at my side whenever we go out. If you want to do something you ask and we can go.

Rule #2 You get good sleep, and you eat well. I don't need my baby getting sick or feeling bad because you aren't taking care of themselves

Rule #3 When someone touches or hurts you in any way, you tell me immediately. No need to keep secrets from me.

You always floated around with the rules in your head. You never found them to be controlling. You just always thought that Elijah was being protective and supportive of you in every single way.

Elijah had fallen in love with you that day he saw you in the streets of New Orleans. He hadn't just fallen in love with the idea of loving you. Elijah had fallen in love with you, and he had taken you in his heart and loved you with everything he had. Made you his in so many ways.

That was all before you had said a single word to him.

Elijah loved to give you gifts. It was one of his ways of showing his love. Whatever his darling wanted they got. Whatever you needed you got. If you loved reading and books he has a whole room built for you to read and sit in a cozy space. If you loved cooking then the kitchen was turned around on a dime to make the space perfect and usable in every sense.

Covering your eyes he'd walk behind you slowly and closer to your destination you'd get. "Elijah, where are you taking me?" You ask, voice a little nervous and timid as always. It drove Elijah crazy how you were his all of the time. "Just a little gift I had made for you darling." Elijah would say simply.

He'd take you to the space, and uncover your eyes. You stand there in shock. Turning to look at your handsome boyfriend. "Elijah you didn't… you are amazing… I love you so much." Hugging and kissing him all over the place. Elijah basked in the joy of your kisses and appreciation. He loved that you depended on him so much.

There was something else that Elijah loved even more than giving you gifts. He loved making you cum, he loved seeing your face control as he gave you the best pleasure of your life. Elijah loved the feeling of you grasping harder and tighter around him, as you dig your blunt nails into his back. He loved that you always left marks on him because he did the same thing to you.

"Fuck Elijah!"… "God Elijah you're… fuck you're so good to me." You'd mumble as he gave you everything that you asked for. Sheets damp and sticking to both of you. "Oh sweet thing, you're the best thing in my life. I love you so much" Sweet nothings whispered between the two of you.

And after, he grabs you a glass of water. Lay down with you on his chest as he combed through your hair with ease. He'd listen to your calming breathing before you fall asleep on top of his chest.

That was his favorite thing. Knowing and feeling that you were right there. Safe in his arms and he'd never let you go not for anyone not even for him half brother.

Completed on: 04/09/23

Posted on: 04/15/23

The Originals-

[teezersfics]

Journey To Wonderland

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Synopsis : The pirates of Ignim, known as notorious pirates have decided to set the sail to a magical island called Wonderland, where they hope to acquire magical powers and their lost childhood memories. But, they are troubled by their lack of information about the route and amongst this they stumble upon a girl who knows the route to Wonderland and is willing to help. What happens next in the story is for you to find out........

Genere : Fantasy, Royalty, Pirate

Pairing : Secret

Prolouge / Ch.1 / Ch.2

Chapter 1 : Destiny

Birds chirping, golden sun rays hitting her face, wind carrying the coldness with it. It's is the start of the summer.

She walks around following her daily morning routine, but she is more happier today because of visible climate change. She is so ready to welcome summer. As always. Picnics on beach will be more often now, more contact with sea. Her curiosity.

It's time to decide which new recipe she will try today. 'Maybe some experiment with apples today' she thinks to herself and decides on it. Taking a small, empty fruit basket with her, she locks the home and goes on a hunt for fresh, juicy apples. And she exactly knows where she can get those.

Her steps take her to a very familiar location. A old woman smiles as soon as she see the young charming lady visiting her. "Oh, you are here!" The old lady says. "Yes."

"You want anything?" The old lady asks yo the girl. "Oh come on. Is it important that I should visit you only if I have work? I came here to help you. And yes, I will also be needing some apples which I will buy while going home." " So, you will really buy from your own shop?" The old woman asks in rethorical way.

"It's not mine grandma. You really work hard for this. I don't think I should take fruits for free just because we are close. And, don't I always tell you this?" "Okay, okay. I can never win against young blood, can I ?" They both laugh at this.

As you are returning home, you saw him outside your house. Seokhun, Mayor's son. A real pain in ass. He always comes to your house with the reason of collecting the rent, but no, he is not here just for that. He has two more people with him. Ever since you have started living on rent in their house, he has always tried to get with you. It's just enough at this point. You can't handle him now. Recently his actions has become more worst, he tries to hold your hands, tries to kiss you, etc. At this point, it's all harrasment. But you can't do anything, no one will listen to you. You don't want to ho home anymore so you turn back.

Just strolling around the town, the thought of Seokhun crosses your mind again. You can't continue to live in that house like that. But the fact that you won't get any house in as cheap rent anywhere bothers you.

As you are walking on a road alongside the beach, something catches your eyes. Beomgyu??? With a girl??? Oh no, he is at it again. You facepalm. Just when he also looks at you and there is a "screwed up" look on his face. He wastes no time and run to you for an explanation. Basically Beomgyu is your childhood friend. He was the one who found you first.

It was almost 11 years ago when you were found passed out on the shore of Ohnoj. Beomgyu was playing on island when he saw you laying on the sand. He came to you, trued to wake you up, but no answer from you. He suddenly called Grandma Hwang. Well, she is not Beomgyu's grandma but she is preety known in town. She has always been living alone. She came and took you to her.

When you woke up, you didn't knew anything, you just knew your name. Park Jaehwa. That's all you knew. And they only thing related to your past was your silver chain with a blue diamond pendant and some complex carvings on the silver around it. On the backside of it the initials of your name were carved "P.J". And nothing much. Though you get some occasional flashbacks about your past, but only when you do something you used to do before. It does hurt your head. You grew up with Grandma Hwang, and Beomgyu has been by your side since then. They took very good care of you. Later on you moved to other house just because you thought you were being a burden for Grandma and started a bakery in your house. When you were found, they estimated your age was around 12-13, according to that you are probably 23-24 now.

But something always keeps telling you that you don't belong here. Whenever you are at sea, it feels like the wind is pulling you towards sea, a voice, not audible but only in your head, tells you that someone else needs you, someone that is on the other side of the horizon. You desire of crossing the sea is more stronger than anything else.

Beomgyu jogs and stands right in front of you. "You are with a new girl, Again??" You ask putting stress on "again". He scratches his nape.

"Umm, Jaehwa, believe me, I am not playing with this girl."

"And?? As if I have not heard this from you before."

"No no, for real. I am definitely not playing with her."

"Mind telling me her name."

"Oh, her name is Bora"

"Oh, so, she is Bora??"

"Yup, I told you right, my long time crush, I am finally deciding to confess to her."

"I am gonna beat your ass if I find out that you are playing with her too. I have told you before, many times, that it's not a good thing."

"But, I don't do it anymore. Believe your brother, will you?"

"Okay" you deadpan. "But, remember my words."

He does a salute, "Yes, ma'am." and runs off back to her.

You smile to yourself seeing that he is finally getting with his crush of years.

You don't want to spoil his mood by telling your problem to him now. Seokhun will probably leave after sometime. How much time is he going to wait in front of a locked door.

As you are walking alongside the beach you hear someone talking about pirates. There were two men sitting in a open wooden shed. You were at the backside of the shed, but you could still hear then through the slots between the wooden planks.

"Pirates like them have stepped on our island. Are they going to loot us all??" Man one says terrified.

"Yeah, what if they kill us?" Another man says.

"I heard the worst. Those are not just any pirates. They are the Destiny's crew."

"What?!!! The young pirate king? I have heard alot about them."

"They are so young. But merciless. I have heard that their eyes don't shine at all, they just look so dark."

"I can't feel the atmosphere change from the time they have come."

"Does mayor knows about this? We should not let them stop at our land, or ready troops for a fight. These pirates are-"

They are cut by someone's deep, intimidating voice.

"These pirates are, what? You were saying something?"

That man asks but no answer from first two men.

""If you are so terrified to talk about pirates, why do you even talk about them then?" Another man with crystal clear voice says.

You still couldn't here anything from first two men.

"You were saying something about banning those pirates from your island, right?"

There is a pause.

"Well, for your information, no one can tell us what to do or where to stop. We do whatever we want, understood?"

Your hand flies to your mouth. Right on the other side there are crew of Destiny who caught those two men gossiping about them. You get it why those two men terrified to speak.

You tried to poke your eye from the slit in the wood. You catch a slight glimpse of them,they wore something that you have never ever seen anyone wearing. Even though you can't see properly, you try to observe the taller man, but when you look at his face with a blank expression, you feel goosebumps on your whole body. You try to find his eyes, but just then he looks exactly at you. Your soul almost left your body. You back away and crouch down keeping a hand on your heart.

Even though there was a whole wooden wall between you and them, you still felt he could watch you. 'How did his eyes directly dart at the thin slit? Did they see me?' You think. But you hear their steps fading away in the sand.

All that you heard just made you more and more curious. The people you have been hearing about for years are so close but you just can't gain enough courage to face them. You are just walking absentmindedly when another gossip alongside road catches your attention. You slow your steps down to listen.

"Those pirates are hiring some people according to what I heard."

"They are not here to loot us??"

"No, that's strange behaviour for pirates but I heard they are not here for loot."

"According to me, an insane person would ever think of joining that ship."

'Hiring crew?' You think. From where you are, you can only see the faint silhouette of the big ship standing little away from the shore, in the waters. But you are so curious to know more about it. You decide to ask about your doubts to a person sitting near the Dock.

"Excuse me. Can I ask you something about those pirates?"

His eyes shot up to you.

"Hey, keep your voice low when you speak about Destiny crew."

He warns, and you just nod.

"Can you tell me why are they here?"

"I heard they are here for hiring and this news is confirmed. They have told to gather near ship to all those who are interested to join the crew in sometime."

"But we have never had any pirate on our land and suddenly them."

"You know, they are not just any pirates. They don't follow anyone's rules."

You pause.

"But why are they hiring from random islands or countries? I have heard that they have their own organisations or some sources that provide crew."

"That ain't compulsory."

There is a pause again. But the man motions you to come closer, and you do.

"I have a exclusive information, but, don't tell anyone." He looks on his left and right, confirming there is no one else.

"I heard they are going to a place from that fairytale. They can't properly find the way to the place. You know, Wonderland...."

As soon as you hear Wonderland, it feels like everything stopped. The man is still speaking but his voice fades. There is a loud beep ringing in your ears and multiple images of certain something flashes in front of your eyes. Sea, ship, mountain, some glowing things, etc. But the last image lasted longer, big white gates. That's all. You clutch your head.

"Hey lady, are you okay?"

You look at him.

"I- I am fine. But, but are you sure whatever you have heard is right?"

"Yes, I overheard a crew talking about it."

"Okay. Thank you."

You step away from the man and breathe deeply. 'What was that?' You think.

You step in sand, looking at the sea. The feeling that you get, again. Someone calling from the horizon. The sudden strong wind makes your hair sway. You exhale. You turn your head to look at the ship again and think, "Is this it?"

Without thinking for a second time, you are already walking towards Destiny. There are already some people standing in front of the ship and a tall man standing in front of them. It's the man from earlier, with the deep voice.

Some people are standing in line, you just stand at the very end not know what to

do. From what you heard, he is the Quartermaster of the ship.

"I can sew, master."

"We already have enough tailors on our ship. No need of another. Rejected."

Just like his sharp features, he is also sharp with his words.

"Next, what do you have?"

"I- I can cook, master." Another one says with his head down.

"Again, we have enough cooks."

He says annoyed.

Just like that, many people get rejected and only few get selected. Only those, who could fight, and those are all men. He stands in front of you, asking you.

"What about you?"

You are just standing there confused, you haven't even decides if you should get on the ship or not.

"I- I-."

He raises his eyebrows.

"I can, umm. I can clean."

"We have got enough people for that."

Before he walks of, you stop him. You don't even know why you are doing this.

"I can, manage any stuff if you want me to."

He doesn't listen and just keeps walking. You are chasing behind him.

"I know the way to Wonderland."

Your hand flies to your mouth not knowing why you said that. He stops dead in his track. You are shocked by yourself. He turns back and squints his eyes. You remove you remove the hand from your mouth and look directly at him. You gulped. He takes one look at you, from down to up, at your face hand then he speaks.

"On the ship, before sun touches the horizon. Otherwise, forget it. " This is the only thing he says and walks away.

Chapter 2 : On-board

[helplessautomaton]

Poe and prompt 7?

7 ("don't you see the lengths I'm going for you?")

i completely switched up the mood for this prompt than what it was supposed to be originally oops- anyways, reader gets enjoyment out of Poe's distress

WC 501// valentines event (ending soon!) tws: mention of murder?, kidnapping obvs, poe going through it

The day was calm, nothing too overbearing. The sun shined brightly on every surface it could touch, bringing life to every detail. Sometimes you wished the light rays would boil your skin, leaving only the bone behind as the earth claims all that had melted. Birds singing while dancing alongside each other in the air, the thing your captor wishes he could have with you. Gentle sighs of wind brushing past the leaves of the trees. There's food near where you sat, the steam rolling off while you stare at it. Footfalls were around the room, going back and forth. The pace of them seemed to go faster with every second. Out of all the days today it seems you kept your captor more on edge than ever, you’re just glad you don't have to be in a book. You weren't even aware of what he could do until he spat it out one night, the only reason he held back from doing so was because of Ranpo. Right, names, Edgar Allen Poe, a gorgeous name for someone who doesn't deserve it.

It was charming until the stalking happened, the words were sweet until the kidnap happened. The worst part is, you could barely say you even knew the man. You were normal until Poe made it something else and your subtle refusal was pushing him over the edge.

A huff finally stopped the constant back and forth of footsteps in the room, you finally chose to eat, the entertainment of Poe’s distress no longer making you feel somewhat satisfied. You didn't even mind that Poe started walking closer to you, nothing makes your day better than seeing him unhappy, it's your repayment for the damage he caused. Your best friend of years is currently stuck in a book because Poe got overly jealous of them, cursing them into his own created damnation, and by consequence, you as well. Poe’s insanity came clear after you found it was him who caused your friend to disappear, unknowingly sending him in a spiral of manic obsession over you.  Finally snapping out of your thoughts and half finished meal, the form next to you finally spoke up in tears, “don't you see the lengths i'm going for you? Why can't you accept me? Or even acknowledge me!” 

His hands suddenly on the table, his back hunched over while tears spilled onto the table. “I’ve given you everything I have! So please…”

A smile was all you could manage at his current state, it still wouldnt be enough but yet, it made you in the moment satisfied, something that would never be directed at him in the way he ever could want.

“Do you want me to pick out their hearts for you? Write more letters, please, please…” 

Just in the moment, this all you could ever want from him, and you know eventually, it won't be enough anymore. In some twisted up coping, you’ve turned his obsession in your favor by just a little.

[mayabooowrites]

Please leave me alone//T.R

Summary: after your daughter is born you are terrified for her fate

Warnings: toxic relationship toxic Tom riddle

The day you regret is the day you finally gave in to Tom riddle and fell for him, he wouldn't stop being 'romantic' he made you think he loved you to get you with him

Then gaslit and manipulated you made you lose everyone around you so all you had was him

Locked you in his house and never let you leave after you graduated Hogwarts

Then he got you pregnant 9 months ago but you overheard him talking about things you didn't even know were happening a war him being Voldemort

No Tom riddle charm could change the hate you felt for him saying he'll kill his own child if it's the prophecy child

You found everything out and broke free of him and ran away in the middle of night to the only people who'd forgive you

Your parents they took you in and hid you from Tom

You ended up having your daughter at home too scared to go anywhere

So today your mom helped you deliver her she was so beautiful once she was born and you could hold her

You never wanted Tom to see him ever

"I'm gonna protect you with my life I promise he'll never see you he won't even know your name." You say as you were holding her as you lay in your childhood bedroom and smile at her feeling so at peace you have your daughter and your away from tom

Your mom had went downstairs to make you something after 8 hours of delivery your mom knew you needed something to eat

But right then you heard your window open and a figure wearing a hooded robe with the hood up steps in. Who knows how long he was waiting on that roof to come in, he could have watched you give birth and been here. And that disgusting you

You hold your daughter close scared knowing exactly who this is "I said in my letter never come and find me!" You say and the figure smirks as the moonlight was shining just enough for you to see their mouth

"You think you can escape me?" Tom says and your daughter starts to cry and tom looks down in your arms tom goes to touch her but you pull her away

"Don't touch her!" You yell and then tom hears your parents coming up the stairs and as they run in he freezes them

"Good now no more interruptions." Tom says as your parents frozen body's were pushed out the door and Tom closes it

"Please leave me alone." You say and Tom smirks as he forces you to look at him as his hood was now down and he looked so angry that you left

"Never your mine." Tom says as he caressed your cheek as tears kept falling "You will never be able to escape me I will always find you." Tom says and you just wanted to be away from him you don't wanna be with him anymore how can you love him when he's a monster?

"Your a monster." You say and Tom smiles

"You'll learn to accept it." Tom says as you were shaking in fear and Tom then picks up your daughter and you try and grab her back but he points his wand at you "don't stop me or else I will have to hurt you and I really don't wanna but I'll have to." Tom says and you nod as you just lay there and Tom holds his daughter "You'll be coming back now." Tom says and you shake your head

"Never now give me my daughter I'm never coming back to you just leave me alone please. Your a monster for ever saying you'd kill my daughter I hate you!" You say and Tom shakes his head

"Well I won't be now because she wasn't even born close to when I'd have to kill her if she was so she's safe better?" Tom says and did he not get it?

"No because you thought of ever hurting her and that disgusts me now go away please just let me live my life please." You say and Tom laughs as he grabs your face and forces you to look at him

"No because your mine forever if you don't come with me I'll kill you and take her so make your choice your coming or dying." He says and you sigh as more tears fill your eyes

"Ok Tom I'll listen." You say and Tom smirks

"Good girl now we'll be leaving after you say goodbye to your parents forever love." Tom says as he helps you up as you were still weak from birth and hurt and he walked you over to your parents who were still frozen

"I'm sorry I love you both so much but I have to protect my daughter so I have to go back please forgive me." You say as Tom pulls you away and gave you back your daughter then apparated back to the manor you've been stuck in for over 3 years it feels like in Tom just gets you in bed and tells you to rest and labour must have been so hard especially without him around, you hated him so much but you have to be with him to protect your daughter and stay alive

"You will never escape me." He says and you know you finally get it now

Your his prisoner and he'll never leave you alone

[joeliz99]

Ron Weasley- My Good Luck Charm

Ron Weasley

Sixth year at Hogwarts

The atmosphere at Hogwarts during Quidditch matches is electric, pulsating with euphoria and excitement. Students go all out, painting their faces in the vibrant colors of their respective houses, crafting banners, waving flags, and even plotting celebration parties in anticipation of a victorious outcome. Today marked a significant event as Gryffindor was making its debut in the season, facing off against their arch-rivals, Slytherin.

Ron Weasley, recently appointed as the guardian, found himself engulfed in nerves, his thoughts muddled and unclear. Although deserving of his spot on the team, he couldn't shake the feeling that Harry had made a grave mistake in choosing him. Gryffindor peers passed by, offering encouraging words and reminding him that today was not the day for mistakes. Ron managed a smile and a nod, yet deep down, he contemplated fleeing the Great Hall and seeking refuge in the castle's most secluded corners.

Seated at his table, Ron tried to deflect the expectant gazes of his friends, focusing solely on the breakfast plate crafted specifically for him. Hermione, sensing the tension, exchanged a knowing glance with Harry. After a brief silence, she cleared her throat, attempting to dispel the awkwardness that lingered between them.

– Today is the big day... How do you feel?– The weight of those words hung in the air as the boy took a deep breath, locking eyes with his best friends before uttering his thoughts.

– I'm going to quit. After today's game, McLaggen can take my place.–

– No, of course you won't.– Harry interjected swiftly, a frown etching his face as he sought support from Hermione with a pleading gaze. – You've been waiting for this opportunity for a whole year!–

– Well, I don't want it anymore. I know how this will all end, and I'd rather spare myself the embarrassment and the disappointed looks that everyone else will give me when that happens.–

– Good morning!– The recognizable voice sliced through the tension, causing Ron to tense up. He avoided any reaction as the girl sat next to him.– I heard that snow will fall today; it will be an interesting game.– (Y/N) smiled, grabbing a piece of toast. For the first time, she looked at her friends and her boyfriend, sensing that none of them were in good spirits. –What's wrong?–

– Ron wants to quit the team after today's game– Hermione replied, rolling her eyes and setting aside the newspaper she had been reading with interest until that moment.

– Why would you do something like that?– The girl who had just arrived observed the redhead with a grimace of confusion on her face.

– Because I'm not interested in hearing the complaints and insults of others when I lose the game.– The young man murmured, casting a sidelong glance at his girlfriend, anticipating her reaction.

– That's the stupidest excuse I've ever heard in my life.– Harry whispered, taking a sip of his orange juice. Ron raised his face to glare at him.

– I don't think I asked for your opinion, Harry. Not all of us can be as talented as you, so save the comments.– Ron stood up from the table, his facial features and muscles tense, ready to leave.

– Ron – (Y/N) stood up instantly, intending to stop him. Before she could do anything, though, Ron had already left. She sighed, shook her head, and picked up the small package he had left on the table.– I'll go talk to him... See you in a while.– Hermione nodded, giving her a small smile, and the young woman left with hurried steps, trying to catch up with the Weasley who had just departed.

Luckily, she managed to find him a few steps ahead and called out to him, but he didn't stop. (Y/N) tried once more and ran until she was behind Ron, grabbing his arm and forcing him to stop.

– Please don't make me chase you like you're a little child.–

– I'm not in the mood to talk right now, (Y/N). – The redhead muttered, turning around to face his girlfriend.– I don't want us to end up arguing because of me.–

–Then let's not do it.– (Y/N)'s grip on Ron's arm loosened, and he took her hand as they walked toward a quiet corner of the hallway, avoiding the attention of people passing by. – Listen, you can't let the nerves dominate your mind. It's normal to be anxious, but this is supposed to be fun, Ron. After all, that's why it's still a game.–

– It's easy for you to say.– He snorted, rolling his eyes. – The only thing I've heard since yesterday is how much they expect of me in this game, while the disgusting snakes have made my life miserable by reminding me of all the possible ways in which I will fail once the match starts.–

– And you are giving them the pleasure of having their words affect you. You are capable of winning this game and more, but with this mentality, you won't achieve anything. I wish I had the ability to make you feel better, but the reality is that if you don't trust yourself, there is nothing I can do about it.– Ron hesitated, listening to the girl's words, and stopped avoiding her gaze. – Give yourself the opportunity to enjoy this day and stop thinking so much about what other people think of you. –

– And what if I care what you think of me?– He whispered, relaxing his shoulders a little and intertwining her hand with his.

– My affection for you will never change because of the results of some silly games, Ron. You could be making a fool of yourself, and I'll be there cheering you on as if you were the star of the show.– Ron laughed lightly at that, and (Y/N) smiled, noticing the positive impact her words had on him.

– I don't know how you do it, but you always manage to calm me down.– His hands slide towards his girlfriend's waist, lifting her a little to bridge the height difference between them. (Y/N)'s smile widens, and she rests her arms on the shoulders of the redhead. – Thank you for putting up with my childishness.–

– You're welcome.– She laughed softly and left a small kiss on his lips before revealing a small cardboard box in his hands. – This is for you.–

Ron observed curiously as (Y/N) offered him the box, nodding to give her permission to open it for him. (Y/N) opened the small box and took out the leather bracelet inside, showing it to her favorite Weasley. 

– It's a lucky charm. I don't know if it really works or brings you some peace of mind, but I wanted you to have something that will remind you that there will always be someone who believes in you no matter what.–

–(Y/N)...– A smile even bigger than the previous one appeared on his face, and he placed the young woman back on the ground to take the bracelet in his hands. – You didn't have to do this... Thank you.– He watched her for a moment, and she nodded with a smile to help him place the bracelet under the wool shirt she was wearing. – Come here.–

He pulled his girlfriend closer around her waist and lowered her face to his level, their lips now touching. (Y/N) laughed softly and tangled her hands in Ron's hair, letting the redhead kiss her as he has done many times before. Even though they had been together for a year, the butterflies in their stomachs had not faded. (Y/N)'s lips were soft and tasted like cherry from the lip balm she always wore. Kissing her was like being in the best of dreams that you didn't want to wake up from. For the girl, there was nothing better than being in Ron's arms—warm, comforting, and intense all at once. They both separated for air, and Ron rested his forehead against hers, gently touching their noses. (Y/N) slided her thumb over the redhead's blushing cheek and left another small kiss on his lips before breaking the comfortable silence between them.

–I think it's time for you to go with the others... The game is going to start soon, and we don't want you to be late.–

–I wouldn't mind doing it if it means I can kiss you again.– He laughed softly, earning a light blow to his chest.

– It's not going to happen. Also, you have to apologize to Harry for what happened a while ago.–

–Do I have to? – Ron rolled his eyes with a complaint.

–It's the right thing to do, Weasley. Don't think about it too much.–

–Okay...– He sighed, separating from her, prolonging the moment where their bodies part completely. –I hope to see you in the stands shouting for me.–

–Don't doubt it.– (Y/N) smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. –I love you, Ron.–

–And I love you too... I'll see you shortly.– The boy smiled, winked, and forced himself to turn his back, leaving with a newfound wave of confidence and tranquility in his body that a few hours ago he could never have imagined he would have, thanks to her.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Tell Him that His Lonesome Nights are Over || Pt. 1

I decided on a two shot! Adding this one together with the rest of the story would be too long imo, and tbh I need to hit my fic quota for the month before it's too late. This chap is just story but dw, the next one will have all the good stuff 😏

This draft is like a year old please forgive me if my old style and my new style clashes together noticably lmao

NOTES: SFW, Fem!reader, Reader and Sandman eat jerky, Reader is said to have a large family, like huge like. Oh my god, keep it in your pants please. Tell me if I need to add anymore warnings!

I've added a reference to a song I enjoy a lot, think you can find it? >:3 probably it's very noticable

You'd felt his eye on you for most of the race. You didn't mind though. It wasn't a harmful look, more like one of interest. And dare you say it, you liked the attention.

Sandman was an attractive man, and he finished first in the last race only on his feet. (His feet! Against horses! How incredible.) It was flattering to know you'd caught the attention of someone so important to the race, but you didn't understand why he watched you so intensely. You were nothing important. You had only finished in tenth place. That was more because you got distracted helping one of the other contestants that had fallen into some cacti. If you truly had your mind on winning, there wasn't a chance you'd score under fifth place, and you knew it.

Maybe it was because you were a woman. You couldn't blame him for that. There wasn't another in the race. You stuck out like a sore thumb compared to all of the men that surrounded you. You had a bright red target on your back since you joined the race, but you didn't really care. You had one plan in mind, and you wouldn't let some misogyny take you off of it. But the woman thing was just a guess. Maybe the sandman saw something else in you.

What timing, maybe I could ask him tonight.

It was dark now, you had settled down for a night of rest. Earlier that afternoon those two riders Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli raced by, but they were the only two you found. It was late, your horse and you both were tired, and it was still early in the race, it wouldn't hurt to take your time getting to the finish lines.

You watch the dark headed man walking, rather than running, past your camp some meters away. You called his name, arm waving in the air in a gesture for him to come over. He was unsure at first, but he came over. Victory. The fire you had going sparked in his eyes and illuminated his sharp features in a way that made him look more charming than usual. He was beautiful in the firelight.

Settle down, now. You warned yourself.

"Hey! You are Sandman, yeah? Wanna rest those feet of yours? I got food and drink for two." You handed him one of your canteens. He stared at the offering skeptically for a second but decided to take it quickly after, downing it like it was the only water he'd seen today. The container was already half its original weight when he finally pulled away to thank you. You simply waved off the thanks. "You gotta be tired from all this running you're doin', why don'tcha stick around for the night? I don't mind the company."

Silence from the man. Then a soft, "How do I know I can trust you?"

"What? To not hurt you in your sleep? Hah!" You laughed, "I don't care about this race enough to hurt people over it. So I've got some competition, that just makes it even more exciting." You smile wickedly, the fire extenuating the color of your eyes for Sandman to see. You look down at your canteen, swirling the water around inside in a circle. "As for trust... I guess you just have my word." You look into his burning eyes. "I won't hurt you, Sandman."

He seemed to think about it. He took a slow drink from his canteen while he did. He swallowed before answering; "Today has been tiring. I'll take your word for it, so I'll stay the night."

Fantastic.

He sat across from you on the other side of the fire. A little too close to your horse for your comfort, but you brushed it off, he didn't seem like the type to hurt an innocent animal.

Only the fire crackling was heard for some time. You both sipped from canteens, washing away the thirst of racing across dry deserts. Just the image of dead trees and cacti in your mind made your cottonmouth act up again.

There were times you almost started a new conversation. Your mouth would open, but you were quick to shut it yet again. Sandman threw you a questioning raise of an eyebrow, but you could only look away in embarrassment at your inability to be comfortable in silence. Growing up in a big family would do that to you. There always had to be some sort of commotion going on in your house, and you'd grown accustomed to it in your years. The thought of being without your family for the next few months saddened you. You really missed it all. A nagging in your reprimanded the rest of you for being so homesick already. It hadn't even been a week yet!

Instead of striking conversation, you turned to your bag and opened it. This bag was smaller than the one that held your clothes (still on your horse) and was home to your toiletries, rations, a third canteen, and finally some elk jerky, made specially for you in your favorite flavoring. You tore off a chunk and began to nibble on the tough meat. The familiar taste brought you back to earlier times of traveling America with your big brothers, hunting for the best game the world offered. Simpler times, you missed it, and your brothers. But maybe now wasn't the time to be sentimental.

You weren't sure if Sandman would be interested in jerky. Did his people have jerky too? Was it wrong to assume otherwise?

"U-Uhm," The glare he shot made you jump just the tiniest bit. No one looked at you the way this man did. It was unnerving. But kind of exciting. You steeled yourself for your next question. "Do you like jerky? My brother's specially made it."

"Jerky." He quoted as he took the dehydrated meat from your hand and looked it over. "I haven't had any before the first race. I think it's really good." He took his first bite and was surprised with how tender the meat was. His eyes sparked at the flavor, mixing together in ways that made his mouth drool like nothing else. You breathed a triumphant breath through your nose. Your brothers win again. Best not to tell them that once you got home, though, all of their heads were big enough.

Although, those boys knew their way around an elk. Meat not too tender, with just enough chew. And the seasonings were to die for.

Sandman quickly finished his first piece of jerky and seemed disappointed that it was gone. He was pleased when you offered more. This time, he ate it slower.

"You mentioned your brothers made this... Do you have a lot of them?" The innocent question got a laugh from you.

"You could say that... F-Five. I... have five brothers."

Your answer must've made him inhale his jerky, because once the words left your mouth he spasmed and coughed like nothing else.

"Five brothers? How, how–?" You tried to smother your giggles, as not to interrupt him, but his face just then was too good. He seemed absolutely gobsmacked over it.

"Yeah! Five brothers and three sisters. We all chip in to help Ma and Pop at home, though. My three eldest brothers help my dad out with work while my sister's help Mom with the gardening and chores. It's pretty crowded but we made it work. We're doing well financially, but the prize money from this race could help us out a lot, that's why I joined... None of them could come though. It's kinda lonely, but I know I'll come back home to a happy family.

"...S-Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble. Do you have any family, Sandman?" He turned his sight at the fire before him, staring intently at the flames. You could see them dancing in his eyes reflection. "I have a sister," He started softly, then paused. Those intense eyes of his looked at you next as he thought over something silently. "My tribesmen have disowned me, so she's all I have left."

He fought against the urge to admit more and explain his situation. Like how with the winning money he would buy back his ancestor's land and save his people. There was something soft about you. Sandman wanted to trust you, there was something about you that made it hard to hate. Was it all just so you can trick him? If he decided to ride with you, would... would you use his trust against him to your advantage? He took his time admiring your features.

...No, he didn't think so. That look on your face, you looked so sympathetic towards him, someone you'd just met.

He decided he hated your full attention on him, he squirmed underneath your gaze. To push your attention away from him, he nodded his head towards the shadows on the far side of the fire. "Your horse, what's their name?"

"Oh! That there is Boom-Lay Boom. But my family's taken to calling her Diamond Eye." The sudden attention to your mount had you excited and jumping up from your seat to walk to her side. She was a fine mare, you'd had her since your fifteenth birthday. It was then you truly learned how to care for a horse, you'd done just about everything for her, all except change her shoes, to this day you were still nervous of hurting her hooves. And at this point you were pretty sure you'd grown a mental connection to the girl. You were as thick as thieves.

"Your horse has two names?" Sandman asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Why not?" You asked back, raising your own. Sandman laughed. And at that moment you decided Sandman's voice was wonderful to listen to. You could hear him speak all night if he would. You'd enjoy it more than your mother's music.

"She's a beautiful steed." He said while he began to stand, coming towards you and Diamond Eye.

"Aw, did'ja hear that, Boom-Lay? Sandman says you're pretty!" You cooed and coddled the horse, running fingers through her mane and up her jaw. She simply snorted at you. You heard Sandman chuckle from his spot on the other side of the mare. His hand was raised, gently petting the side of her thick neck.

It was then you decided that he and you had connected on some level, just like you had with Diamond Eye. Maybe not as deep, yet, but it was a great start.

[inklessletter]

Hello!

I hope, this message finds you in good health and a pleasant day will follow after it. I guess, I just wanted to say thank you?

I opened your blog thanks to your works (absolutely stunning, by the way; I especially like the way you work with light and how the poses and facial expressions of the characters are fused into a soft mood, an atmosphere of great delicacy, almost elusive magic), but I was struck by what a pleasant, amazing and wonderful person you are besides that.

Of course, I can't claim to know you. But know, that sometimes these glimpses of your personality and worldview in your posts feel as good as a cup of the best coffee in the city you are passing through, like the most affectionate cat in white socks, which you will never see again, but who let you pet him, and like a fantastic song performed by a street musician that disappears the next morning. Something so brief, but beautiful. And at such moments, I believe, you remember, that you love people and love life. So, thank you.

Can only wish for you to stay true to yourself, always find pleasure in creativity and have the opportunity to love and be loved. If sometimes the first one seems difficult – go and find that coffee, that cat, that musician, I know that the beauty in the world will respond to your beauty. If the latter seems impossible, remember that there are probably dozens more people like me – a little bit charmed by you.

I apologize in advance for possible mistakes, I'm not a native speaker.

Goodbye!

Not gonna lie, I don't really want to answer this because I want this in my inbox for ever, so I can look at it anytime I want to, but that's selfish, I need to tell you, Anon, that if you spread this kind of love, this kind of positivity, I need to get back to you, even if I don't know who you are.

Honestly, I don't really know how to answer this message. Anon, this was probably one of the most wholesome, heart felt things I've ever been told. This is just so, so beautiful, and I'm struggling with the fact that I might not have a mental lexicon that I can use to express how this has made me feel. My presence has never been compared to a stray cat allowing you to pet them, or your favorite song perfectly performed for you just once in your life.

You nailed one thing about this, and this is the feeling I constantly attempt to address in people. That's what I want to be, ephemeral joy, someone that made something that made you smile today. I have never told this, like, publicly, but as silly as it may sound, a few years back I used to join to random chats and just talked to people, because I know what it feels to not being able to talk openly to anyone. So I became that anon, that faceles, nameless entity that helped them spill out whatever was stuck in their chests. When they started asking for my socials, I just knew it was time to jump to another random person. Didn't want to be found, didn't want to run into that person anymore because my job was done. Fleeting nice encounter, nothing more.

Your message has just struck me in the best way. Thank you so, so much for your great words and your loving feelings and wishes. Just by the way you write I can see that you're a beautiful soul that know how to find joy and I love that for you, because you too know how to give back that joy you find. That's a talent, and that's beautiful, and that's what keeps my faith alight.

There's good in the world, there's good in people, and this message is proof of that. I will remember that someone thinks of me as the best coffee in town, and as an affectionate stray kitten, as a favourite song, whenever I feel like I am worth nothing. I will remember this.

I will remember you, even if I don't know you.

Thank you so much, I hope you have the best life.

PS: I'm not a native English speaker either, but your message was flawless.

[hoshi-y]

Could I please ask for an Amane with an s/o who once they start to like him, they have the tendency to poke him, jumpstart him -- any excuse they can to touch him, and how Amane reacts to this change in behavior?? 🙏🥺

You're the best Hoshi 💕

Thank you ❤️

Not like, but Love.

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Yugi Amane

TW : None

A/N : HELLO I AM BACK AND VERY HYPER, I absolutely LOVE this request because I do this to the person I like sometimes, I find excuses to touch them HAHAHAHAHA

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗

I never knew

It was like a cliché high school romance story, where in someone falls head over heels for their best friend.

That someone is you, my friend. Over the years that you've been friends with Amane you have never felt anything like this before, its like your whole body erupts with butterflies and you trying so hard not to smile whenever you see him.

Well, who wouldn't fall for a guy like him? He is smart, talented, athletic, sweet, and also a gentleman. He has this shy and quiet personality yet very mischievous and slightly chaotic which you found adorable.

You met Amane when you were in 2nd grade, you two were partnered up for an art project where in you two had to paint a flower pot. During those weeks you two painted, your friendship blossomed.

Back then he was a cute chubby cheeked little boy.

But now he was a very eye catching and drop dead gorgeous teen boy. Even you were hypnotized by his charms.

You never liked it when other people touched you, or when you touch people, you just found it akward.

But in your situation, I think you'll let this one slide.

"Hey [F/N]!" Amane called out to you cheerfully "Hi Amane, you seem very hyper today." It was so early in the morning yet he had an energetic personality already. "I'm just excited for PE thats all~"

"Reallyy now.." You sarcastically said as you closed your shoe locker "Yeah! What don't believe me?"

You poked his side which he jolted to the left "You're always up to something I can't trust you sometimes" You continued to poke his side which he let out a laugh, Cute.

"AgH— Stop that tickles!" Amane grabbed your hand and you stopped. On the outside you had this bored and sleepy expression but inside you were exploding, your heart was beating so fastand your stomach felt like a butterfly zoo.

"Wow for once you didn't yank your hand away, is it because you want to hold my hand?~" He teased which you, of course yanked your hand away, although you wanted it to stay like that you couldn't bare for him to know you like him. "A-as if. Im leaving.."

"Ah I haven't changed my shoes! [F/N] please wait for meee TT"

Your whole week, was just you finding ways to have physical contact with Amane. Like purposely tripping, or pretending someone bumped into you making you bump into him aswell, jumoscaring him and most of all poking his sides cause it always ends up with him holding both your hands.

It made you blush, madly inlove with him, you couldn't control your feelings with him anymore, whenever he teases you, you don't respond with your normal insults, but blush

This, he found amusing, and quite adorable too.

3 weeks have passed, and you'd think Amane hasn't noticed or connected the dots? No. He is just smart like that, He knows you better than anyone else and he knows how much you hate it when you or people touch you. So when you don't react to him touching you, he just knew.

You have been spacing out alot, probably day dreaming about you and him— "[F/N], are you okay? you've been staring at the wall for awhile now." You snapped out of what you were... thinking about "Y-yeah, I'm fine don't worry"

"Mmm.. Well it doesn't seem to be it"

"Im fine, Amane"

"Well, your hugging my arm alot lately" You finally realize what you've been doing and immediately scoot away, you didn't wanna let him know as the fear of rejection crawls thru your back "Oh my~ don't tell me you've fallen for me hm?~"

When he got no answer back he chuckled and pinched up your cheeks "Stwop." you said, but he just kept pinching and squishing it. "Do you have any plans tomorrow?"

You shook your head no as he slowly let go of your mochi cheeks. "Great, cause.. I got tickets to this movie that me and Tsukasa were supposed to watch but he has practice tomorrow.. So I was thinking maybe you'd come with me?"

"Why do you sound so nervous, Amane"

"Why is your face so red, [F/N]. Oh my it may seem that you have fallen for me~" He teased but you playfully smacked his shoulder "S-shut up. I'll go to the movies with you.."

"Great! I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow" He stood up and grabbed his bag "See ya~" and left the room, probably to go to soccer practice.

You sunk in your seat containing your squeals and your blushing face "Oh my god.."

You couldn't wait for tomorrow

When you went hom you barely slept

You were that excited

Always tossing and turning and smiling to yourself

Bu eventually you did force yourself to sleep, but with a huge smile on your face

You heard the doorbell ring and quickly went downstairs "Have fun on your date with Amane dear fufu~" Your mom teased as you froze "I-its not a date mom.." But you wished it was though, you opened the door and went out

"You look cute [F/N]" Your cheeks slowly burned from the compliment, Amane put on a soft smile as he gently grabbed your hand "Come on, we don't wanna be late"

As Amane led you to the bus station you could hear your heart pounding, your stomach is basically becoming a zoo at this point. "Hey.. Are you okay? your face is so red" He held up the back of his hand on your forehead "Your pretty warm too"

"T-thats cause its very hot! hahahaha lets go—"

Yeah you ended up dragging him to the bus stop

There were times youd sneak glances at him when Amane would look at a different direction

And sometimes youd get caught lmao

you two got there and it was PACKED literally, thank god he bought tickets already all you had to do was line up for food and your good to go

You wanted to try something bold today, like accidentally holding his hand maybe or pretending to be jumoscared by the movie

We all know damn well he knows your faking them but he didn't mind

He found it very cute

The movie finished about 2 hours ago, but you and Amane were having a walk around food stalls for the pass hour trying out things to eat

"You think your parents are looking for you?" Amane asked nervously, he once brought you home late 30 minutes and he got a light scolding. He can't imagine what the scolding will be if it was for an hour.

"Don't worry I sent them a text before we browsed around food stalls" He sighed a sigh of relief as you giggled "Dont tell me your scared of my parents Amane"

"Well a little haha~"

You two sat in silence as you ate, the only thing you two could hear was children running and screaming, people chatting with each other or the sound of food being cooked in each stall.

The lanterns shined bright as it made it impossible for you to sneak glances at the moon, you never told anyone you liked stargazing or looking upat the night sky as you were too embarrassed to do so.

You felt Amane slightly tug onto your sleeve "Here, follow me" He stood up as you followed him to a less lighter area, the noise dying in the backround and nothing but crickets and the nights cicadas.

"I never knew you liked stargazing [F/N], how come you never told me?" Amane sat down on the grass as you followed hugging your knees "Well.. I was too embarrassed too.." You said, pickingoff the grass under you.

"Well, there is nothing to be embarrassed about you showing and talking about the things you like, you can tell me I wont judge you" He poked your side as your reflexes moved to the right "Im also a little mad at you for not telling me you liked stargazing, think of all the missed opportunities..." He sulked

You giggled "Im sorry~"

Once again, you two sat in silence, not in an akward way but rather a comfortable silence. Nothing but both of you laying in the grass stargazing.

"Hey.. [F/N]" Amane spoke up, you slowly looked at him "Yes Amane?"

"Ever wonder whose behind all those written letters and gifts that always left on your desk?" Well yeah, you were curious, they had neat handwriting too. "Mhm, I want to know who it is.. They kept writing that they've liked me for awhile yet they never show up, why you got ideas on who it might be?"

Amane handed you a neatly folded piece of paper, your eyes widened as you saw that signature flower doodle that your secret admirer kept leaving. "Its me."

Amane took a deep breath as he fidgeted with his hands "I-I've liked you.. No, loved you for.. 2 years now, I wanted to tell you how I felt a month ago when I wrote a letter to you to meet me by that big tree behind the school but.. I chickened out.." You couldn't believe what you were hearing, you were so overwhelmed with emotions you couldn't speak

"I mean its fine if you don't like me back, but I want our friendship to keep going—"

"Who said I didn't like you back?"

Your voice cracked a little as you were tearing up "Amane.. I like you too.." Amane brought you in for a hug as you let him "Im so happy.."

Amane held you by the shoulders as he looked at you "Your so.. Beautiful.." He held your cheek as you leaned into his touch holding his hand

"I want to court you, [F/N] if that's okay with you.." He nervously asked "Of course.. You big dummy.." You couldn't contain your smile as he hugged you again making you two fall onto the grass

Stargazing with him was the best first date you ever had.

It has been officially a year and 2 months since you and Amane became official, Amane never expected you to be a physical touch person, you were very clingy, it surprised him

You two were walking back home from school as you hugged his arm "It stills surprises me that you'd be this touchy love" He leaned down and gave you a small kiss on the head

"Can we cuddle at your house?" Now this completely caught him off guard, even though you two have been dating for almost a year now, he was always the one initiating the cuddles but now you were the first one to ask that

"You don't even have to ask~" You two ran laughing to his house excited with the thought of being at each others arms after a long tiring day at school.

I suck at writing now people