#tysm again!! loved working on this 💌💌

[artist-rat]

a lil commission for @hohohoof of their tabaxi oc 🧡

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hiii omg I love your stuff!! my eyeballs popped out my head when I saw you're writing for bucky I'm sooo head over heels for him. he look so fine in the new thunderbolts run😩

could I maybe request a lil bucky sneaking into your room at night in between his missions or smth for a quickie? 🙈 even though he's busy more than half the time, he still finds a moment or two to spend a heated moment with you; bc he misses you so much and can barely keep his hands off

tysm in advance omg omg

hii angel!! aah thank you sm🫠 tehe I know!?? love it, thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

FIFTEEN MINUTES.

bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count. 1115

warnings. 18+ only !! tiny bit of prep (f receiving) unprotected pinv, creampie. mdni

Nights at the compound were far from quiet; the constant opening and closing of doors, scattered footsteps, echoed voices - everyone on different sleep schedules.

You were in your room settling down for the night, lying in bed and listening to music, scrolling through your phone when you hear the sound of scuffling from behind your door - the silhouette of booted feet appearing under the gap. 

Unplugging your earphones, you sit up, noticing the familiar leather from under the slither of light. You fling off your covers and rush for the door, face lighting up when you see who is on the other side. 

"Bucky?!" you blurt out, clearly happy to see him. "What are you doing back so soon?" you ask, tone elated. 

His smile widens, grinning boyishly at you. "Came back before heading out again," he shrugs casually, speaking as if it were all that easy. "...was missing you," he admits, eyes diverting away bashfully. 

Your head tilts to the side, nose scrunching from his sweet confession. "I missed you," you widen your door, silently inviting him inside. "Only a little bit," you add, expression mirroring his.

Bucky steps into your room and shuts the door behind himself, closing the distance between you with a brisk step forward - leaning in to kiss you, soft and sweet. His hands settle on your waist, fingers sliding under the fabric of your t-shirt to feel your skin - flesh warm and comforting against his.

You rest your hands over the sides of his face, palms cupping his cheeks as the kiss grows more desperate. Carnal. "How long til you leave?" you ask, voice muffled against his lips, your words sounding needy. 

"Fifteen minutes." 

He walks you backwards, heading for your bed, his hands eagerly roaming you as he lays you against the edge of the mattress, slotting his lower half between your spread legs. He hovers above you, his cock growing hard and strained behind his pants, bulge nudging up into that warm spot between your thighs. 

"We can make that work," you reply, a slight whine to your tone.

He hums, far too entranced by how you feel against him to respond coherently. The rush of blood swelling to his cock, leaving his brain. Bucky peels from your grasp and stands between your spread legs, looking down at the lewd image of you - lips bruised and plumped, eyes half-lidded, t-shirt exposing the underneath of your pretty tits. 

He loved how you usually looked, but this was just on another level - you obscenely desperate for him and him only. Your eager eyes following his every move, looking over him like you couldn't get enough.

Your gaze hones in on his hands, watching him undo the button of his pants, his fingers slipping down the front, pulling his hardened dick from behind the waistband. You follow suit, urgently pulling down your pyjama bottoms and flinging them aside - leaving you in only an oversized tee, lying near naked under his fully clothed self.

His left metal hand takes hold of his cock, leisurely rolling it in his palm as his other reaches between your thighs - fleshed middle finger sliding up and down the slit of your pussy. Fingerpad circling over your clit ever so deliciously, mindlessly rubbing the sensitive nub.

"We don't have long, James," you say softly, hand reaching for his wrist, fingers wrapping around his meaty lower arm.

He slips off his jacket, revealing a black compression top underneath. He stands between your legs, blissfully unaware of how good he looks right now - tight, short-sleeved top, black combat pants pooling around his thighs, pretty dick exposed and on display. 

"Wish we had longer," he murmurs, itching himself closer.

"You're back in two days, right?" you say, instinctively adjusting your hips - widening your thighs to accustom his frame.

He pushes his head through the slick of your cunt, coating the tip in a soft, creaming sheen. He hums in response, his thumb resting atop his cock as he guides himself into you, easing through your fluttering walls. 

He leans over you once more, weight anchored on his hands either side of your head, dick sinking into you so nicely - just you taking him so well.

You reach up to cup his cheeks, holding his face in your hands as you maintain his gaze, your features growing pliant under his attention - eyes softening, brows knitting, expression mirroring his. You meet in the middle, lips clashing eagerly. 

"Can't you pretend to be sick?" you murmur against his mouth, speaking desperately.

He slowly begins to wind his hips into you, cock consuming you from the inside out. "I can try to get out of it," he replies, his voice hoarse and strained from the way you wrap yourself around him.

"Please do," you whisper, latching your lips back onto his - kissing him hard, moans muffling.

"Why?" he whispers back, a soft smile lining his lips. "Do you miss me?"

"No." 

"No?" 

You faintly shake your head, eyes playful and unconvincing. "No." 

He plays along. "Neither do I."

Bucky continues like that, fucking into you, his leisured pace growing rushed by the second, winding into you more ruthlessly than he would've liked. Usually, he would take the time to work you up - make love to you, kiss and touch and caress you, but with the minutes growing shorter and shorter, less and less, he had to switch it up. 

It doesn't take long for you both to cum, your climax hitting you hard; his cock almost choking you, repeatedly knocking the air out of your lungs. His release follows mere moments later, spilling his warm, thick load - sloppily pumping it into you. 

His forehead rests against yours, both of your breathing erratic, slowly beginning to even out. "Sorry, my love. I got to go," he whispers apologeticly, pressing a kiss to your hairline. 

Sweetly nodding as you push his stray hairs back, looking at him with a knowing expression he's grown familiar with. 

He kisses you once more and peels himself from you, standing back between your thighs - dressing back up. He looks down at you, eyes raking over you as if to savour the image, memorising you before he goes. 

Adjusting your t-shirt, you follow after him, the patter of your bare feet trailing after him like a shadow. He reaches for the handle and turns back to face you, his soft, gentle eyes filled with warmth. 

"I'll call you when I land," he smiles, speaking like he's reading your mind. 

"Be careful, yeah?" you reach up, meeting his initiation for kiss.

"I always am."

[wintfleur]

hi lovebug!!! congratulations on 1k! the most deserving person ever, i'm truly blown away by all of your works!!

i cannot stop thinking about the "[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends" prompt from the last list (🌷) with lando ofc! like i can totally see him just waltzing up to you, a little bit guilty after a silly argument, and placing a kiss on ur lips as a truce 🥹

again, congratulations on 1k, and here's to many more! i love love love you!! <33

౨ৎ your lips, my lips.

﹕─┈ pairings ( Lando norris x female! reader )

°. — details ( g; angsty, fluffy. w; kissing, I think that’s all. wc; 1.9k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( HI MY LOVE !!! tysm lovely, it means so much coming from you !!! Im sending you the biggest hug and smooch ever !! You should be receiving it soon mhm 💌 I really hope you enjoy it !!! so sorry it took so long for me to get out, I wanted to post it after a race and on my birthday !!! Please don’t be silent readers mwah ! )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( HE WON FOR MY BDAY !!! )

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“He’s just being nice” Lily spoke loud enough so you could hear over the loud music that bounced off the walls of the club they were spending their night at. She placed her hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she watched you look at your boyfriend from afar, a sad and disappointed look in your eyes. 

Lily tilts her head to look at her own boyfriend who sat next to her in the booth they had for the night, he was leaning back and sipping on his alcoholic beverage. Lily nudged his knee under the table with hers, motioning her head towards you once he turned his gaze to her. Oscar gets the memo, and he clears his throat and sets his glass down on the table, giving you an awkward smile when you turn your head to look at him “Yeah you know Lando, he loves talking to his fans.” 

Your heart drops and a frown quickly forms on your lips at oscars words. You look back to your boyfriend, he was standing near the bar, surrounded by 3 girls. They had come up to the two of you while you waited for your new drink, and you could tell that they were big fans of his as they went on and on about him . . . completely ignoring your presence and leaving you standing there uncomfortably with a fake smile on your lips. 

You look down at your lap where you had your hands folded on, your eyes lingering on the shiny ring lando had gotten you for your anniversary. Lando had always made it clear that you were the only one for him, the only one he loves, but you can't help but feel insecure when tons of beautiful girls come up to lando, fans or not. Oscar's words did not help. 

Lily furrows her perfect eyebrows and slaps Oscar's thigh, giving him a look of disbelief at his choice of words. Oscar winces and gives the two girls a sorry smile. “Men am I right?” lily giggled as she nudged her shoulder with yours, and for the first time since the beginning of the night, you had a genuine smile on your face, tilting your head back as you joined lily in laughter. Oscar playfully rolled his eyes, but nonetheless joined the two girls in laughter. 

“What's so funny?” Lando asked the laughing trio as he slid into the booth right next to you, his arm moving to rest on the booth edge behind you. Lando had a happy smile on his lips as he watched you laugh, you always looked so carefree whenever you laugh, and it was by far his favorite sound. 

“Oh! Just Oscar being an idiot” Lily answered for you, giving Lando a small smile before looking back at you. You were looking down at your lap, acting as if your painted nails were more interesting than anything, Lily is your best friend, she could see that you had gotten in your own head with negative thoughts. 

“Oh, so nothing new '' Lando chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly tracing random shapes on your shoulder. Oscar rolled his eyes but laughed at Lando's words, of course he was going to take the chance to tease him like always. “Wow” 

Lily brings her hand up to cover her mouth, and you would think she was an award-winning actress with the perfect fake yawn she let out, at the same time she was gently kicking Oscar under the table, giving him the side eye. Lily wasn't really tired, in all honesty she could go a couple more hours before wanting to go home . . . but you, her best friend, wanted to go home.

This time Oscar doesn't say something stupid and instead he makes up some stupid excuse that they have to wake up early in the morning, the two of them already tired from a long day. And before they all knew it, they were standing outside of the club, Oscar and Lando giving each other a bro hug while you and Lily had a hug of your own. Lily whispering sweet reassuring words in your ear before getting in the uber with her boyfriend. A sigh leaving your lips as you watched them go. 

Lando could tell something was wrong, it was obvious with the way you were acting ever since you got in the uber. You weren't curled up on his side, excitedly talking about everything that happened tonight, like you always do. Instead, you sat by the door, resting your head against the cold window as you looked out at all the lights and buildings you passed by. 

The silence was loud . . . in the uber, the walk through the hotel, the elevator ride, it was all silent and it was driving him crazy. Lando locked their hotel room behind him as they walked into the large room, a sigh leaving his lips as he watched you immediately go into the bathroom to change. The hotel room was already filled with tension as you closed the door loudly, it wasn't a slam . . . but it proved to him that you weren't happy. 

He lets out another sigh as he drops his phone, wallet and watch on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. Dropping his face in his hands while his elbows rested on his knees, his mind racking through ideas on why you would be upset with him. But he honestly couldn't think of anything, it was a great night . . . until it wasn't, and he had no idea why. 

He sat in the same spot for a few minutes, his thoughts all of you, until he got up with a sigh and made his way to his luggage, decided to get ready for bed. He knew you would be in there a while getting unready from the night out and getting ready for bed, and plus you were upset with him . . . you were gonna make him wait while you took your sweet time. 

Lando was pulling down the blanket of the neatly made bed, already dressed for bed when you came out of the bathroom. You were dressed for bed, and you didn't even look at your boyfriend, who paused his movement to watch as you leaned down to put your clothes neatly into your suitcase. Your shoulders tense and your eyes tired. 

“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?” Lando asked as he broke the silence of the dimly lit hotel room, for a moment you paused your actions, but you quickly continued to close your suitcase, you didn't want to think of it anymore. You were tired, emotionally and physically. 

You got up and made your way to your side of the bed, carefully setting your jewelry on the bedside table, along with your phone. You could feel his heavy gaze on your back as he got up from the bed, desperate for your answer. An answer you weren't ready to give. “I don't want to talk about it lando” 

“Well too bad because I do” Lando groans as he gently grabs your arm and slowly turns you around to face him Lando looks down at you and a frown forms on his lips at the upset look on your face, this time he speaks softer “You know i can't stand it when you're upset with me, So please . . . What did I do?” 

“Of course you wouldn't notice, you were too busy with that group of fawning girls” you rolled your eyes as you pulled your arm out of your boyfriends hold, crossing your arms and looking out at the floor to ceiling window that gave a beautiful view of the city. You didn't want to look at him, to let him see how much you were letting this affect you. 

“Is that what this is about? Those girls?” he asked, and your silence was a perfect enough answer for him. He tries to remember everything that happened when the small group of girls came up to them, and he feels like an idiot and a dick when he recalls how he gave them all his attention and the obviously fake smile you gave him before leaving. 

“Baby” Lando muttered sadly; his eyes softened as he thought about how you must have felt. His hands traveled slowly up your arms and rested on your tense shoulders. You let out an annoyed huff, masking the insecurity you felt with annoyance. God it was embarrassing, Lando never did anything to make you think he wouldn't be faithful . . . and yet that insecurity never left. “Lando please i don't want to ta⸺ “ 

A sound of surprise leaves your lips at the sudden interruption and the feeling of his soft lips on yours. Your eyes quickly shut, and you couldn't help but lean into his soft hold on your face. Slow, but passionate kisses like this always took your breath away, your lips moved in tandem. It wasn't fair how quick your mind blanked whenever he kissed you, all your thoughts before would vanish and all you could focus on was him. 

Lando reluctantly pulled away from the kiss “You don't have to talk, just listen” He whispered breathlessly against your lips, still gently holding your face. You flutter your eyes open and nod softly, it was like he kissed all your words away. There was a small part of you that wanted to push him away and shout at him for distracting you, but you were weak to his charms. 

“You have every right to be upset with me darling, I shouldn't have done that . . . I’m sorry I made you feel like you're not important to me, because you are. Ever since I met you, you have been the most important person in my life” Lando didn't break eye contact once, as he poured his heart out to you. Before you, he had trouble talking about his feelings, it was scary showing that intimate and sincere part.

 But he had no fear when he was with you, and he didn't want you to have any either. 

“But my heart only has room for one girl, and she happens to be the funniest, prettiest, most intelligent woman I know . . . you” every compliment he gave you, he pulled you closer to him, you were basically flush against him, and you hoped he couldn't hear or feel your loud heartbeat. Little did you know that his heartbeat was just as fast as yours. 

“Lando” you whispered, the tears in your waterline almost overflowing and rolling down your cheeks as you looked up at him. You had so many things you wanted to say, but nothing could come out, all you could do is look at him with love in your eyes. God he couldn't take his eyes off of you, even with tears in your eyes you were still the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. The city lights coming from the window made you glow. 

“Let me show you how beautiful you are” he whispered, his hands slipped under your sleep shirt and his fingers caressed the soft skin of your hips, pressing your hips flush against him. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat now. He leaned down to place a trail of soft kisses up your neck. Placing a longer kiss under your ear before whispering huskily 

“Let me show you how much i love you.”

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( this is so bad omg I’m sorry I feel like I’m missing something with this )

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom @cixrosie @partyinpitlane @toasttt11 @c-losur3 @lovings4turn )

[porcalinecunt]

Do you think Miguel and Hobie would like chubby people? I think so🥰 also I love your work omg you’re so slay

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 !

💌 `` ~ ୨୧ ♡ · ~ just some headcanons of hobie/miguel having a chubby s/o <3

✟ 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎’𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 + 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘! 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

✟ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𝐜𝐰 — mentions of insecurities, a bit of projection, tooth rotting fluff.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ i agree nonie! tbh, i can see it WAY more with hobie tbh. this was a bit hard to write since i’m not a chubby person myself (besides a bit on my face!) so i tried my best here! tysm for supporting my works, enjoy! 🤍

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎’𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

despite the stark contrast, miguel o’hara fucking adores you!

this man had a couple partners (in the comics), and i feel like this man really doesn’t care what he s/o looks like, especially considering his unfortunate dating life.

you don’t need to be insecure or self conscious around him, not when he’s giving you affection as much as he could! <3

i can see miguel being quite touchy, so expect him to always be touching you everywhere. holding your face, thighs, and hips!

(this one is 100% projection) i can see miguel being the type to caress your face, maybe gently pressing his fingers against your cheeks.

he always reassures you when your feeling insecure, reminding you how much you mean to him and how he couldn’t have asked for a better partner. <3

god, MARRY THIS MAN ! 🤍

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

what can i say? he is obsessed with his cute partner!

hobie is your #1 hypeman, insecurities be damned! he’s the boyfriend who makes you feel so good in your own skin. encouraging you to take risks and not give a shit about what others say!

like miguel, he’s a very touchy individual. so don’t expect him to keep his hands off you. he’d kiss parts of your body that you find to be an insecurity, all while affirming you with sweet words. <3

(again, 100% projection) hobie would often play with your thighs and cheeks. everytime he kisses them, it follows up with a playful bite. it’s a little tease he likes to do. <3

i wont ever stfu abt it, but WORDS OF AFFIRMATION FOREVER!

he knows what to say in order to either give you a boost of confidence or flustered to the point of you turning into a shade of pink!

this man deserves a big smooch istg—

[angelfic]

first of all congrats on 2k !! my request would be dick grayson in a forbidden romance with "you're a horrible liar" TYSM I LOVE YOUR WRITING

thank u sm ur so sweet!! i’m so excited to be writing for dick grayson u have no ideawhsjwkdiekf here u go anon! 💌

dick grayson x reader + forbidden romance + “you’re a horrible liar”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

“Hey, doc,” you hear Dick call from the doorway where he leans against the wall and watches you. Clad in his Nightwing suit, he smiles at you, very clearly tired from wherever he’s come from. You almost turn away, but you quickly realise that he’s leaning on the wall for support and the hand not holding his mask, is clutching his side. “You got time for another patient?”

“You’re hurt,” you mumble pointlessly, rushing over to help the vigilante off the wall and towards a chair. Trying to ignore the way your stomach twists at his wincing, you help him into a sitting position. “Take off your shirt.”

“Woah, you’ve never said that where other people can hear you before,” he chuckles, the movement making his laugh turn to wheezing. You hide your worry with a glare at his words and check the door to see if anyone overheard. Just to be safe, you go and shut it.

You’re pretty sure everyone is in their rooms or out, but working in a house full of vigilantes means you can never be too sure with security. The less you work at the hospital and the more you’ve started staying at Wayne Manor, the chances of your relationship with Dick have increased immensely.

You’re almost certain that Tim knows about you two. Either that, or he knows some other secret based on the weird, knowing smiles he keeps sending your way. You dread to think.

“How’d this happen?” you ask quietly, already getting to work on the stitches.

Dick looks at you, slightly conflicted with something before he speaks. “I, uh… there was this-” he cuts himself off, sighing and then taking a deep breath. “I tripped over a stray kitten trying not to step on its tail and one of the guys got me before I had the chance to recover.”

You really do try not to laugh, but the second you accidentally catch Dick’s eye when you go to reach for a bandage, you can’t help cracking a smile.

“And I assume the cat came out of there completely fine,” you tease, smoothing the bandage over the stitches.

“I swear I saw the smug bastard shake its head at me,” he says, completely serious until you dip your head and start laughing again, to which he responds with his own smile.

You turn your head to get the disinfectant to begin on the smaller scratches and cuts and when you turn back to Dick, he catches your lips with his own in a gentle kiss, hand coming up to cup your face. You melt into him for a minute, letting his warmth envelope you before reluctantly pulling away.

“Dick…” you sigh, avoiding his eyes to fiddle with the lid of the disinfectant bottle. All you want to do is continue kissing him, but the sneaking around has had you thinking recently. You’re here for your job and you know you’re in a position of trust and responsibility to Bruce and the others, including Dick. “I keep telling you we need to end this. And I mean it.”

Dick stays silent and after a couple beats, you look up, thinking that he’s upset with you. You find him smirking. “You’re a horrible liar, you know.”

“I’m serious, Grayson,” you say, trying to sound as firm as possible when he looks at you in the way that gets you all mushy inside. “I can’t do that to Bruce. He’s my employer, yeah. But more than anything he trusts me and I can’t mess this up.”

“Hm.” Dick doesn’t change his expression, continuing to look at you, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back and you wonder if he’s even listening to you. Tutting, you snap your fingers in his face, causing him to smirk even more. “Yeah… Bruce knows.”

You freeze, staring at Dick in utter shock. “He knows?”

“Since yesterday,” he nods, taking the disinfectant out of your hands to place it on the table. Holding your hands, he guides you forward so you’re standing snug between his legs, still unable to say much. “He doesn’t care, by the way. Just like I said he wouldn’t.”

“Really?” you ask in a whisper, not daring to sigh in relief just yet.

Dick just rolls his eyes and takes your face in his hands. “Yes. He still trusts you and still wants you working here, just like I said.”

You relax your shoulders, nodding. Then you punch him in the arm, making him groan. “Why didn’t you tell me straight away, you ass!”

“I was injured!” he exclaims, but his stupid grin is unwavering. “I still am, actually. That was a damn good punch, what the hell?”

“Jason showed me the other day,” you grumble, still frowning at Dick.

He shakes his head at you, completely unaffected by your glare as he swoops in for another quick kiss, knowing it’ll appease you, even momentarily. You don’t hesitate to respond, hands beginning to roam up his strong chest and into his hair. He pulls away with a contented smile. “I half-expected you to punch me again for kissing you.”

“Yeah, well. There’s more where that came from.”

[lotusmi]

hey lotus!! I have a success story^^

I’ve been in the LOA community for 4 years now and i got no results for 4 years because i switched from the victim state to “oh i’m just taking a break” all the time. Or I just gave up cause I used to be impatient. I always gave sub users the fault that I didnt got results. I never send bad comments ofc not but in my head I was like wow they’re all lying.

Last week I actually I was so tired of that concept that I decided to actually stary doing smth for what I want. To keep me motivated cause I’m impatient as I said I read success storys and LOA posts(I didnt read them for comformation just because It kept me motivated). Yesterday I woke up with my results!!

Here is what I manifested;

desired face

desired age/birthdate/birthplace

desired family

grewing up in desired country

being fluent in 4 languages

desired body

living in desired country

desired school life and now being in my desired university

having an older brother(i used to be and only child)

being a member of a known kpop group

a bf who works in the same company as me

& some more things

Honestly It was so easy😭 I literally wanna kick my butt cause i was procrastinating for 4 YEARS???

SUCCESS STORY!!💌💕

Hii angel!!! ^^

Omgg 4 yeaaarss?? The way it was so easy and in one week you got everything you wanted for FOUR years omg my love!! I am so pround of you and so happy for you! 😭 you deserve this sooo much my angel, this is amazinggg!!!

Also everything you manifested is sooo cool and It looks you will have sooo much fun now on!! Keep me updated with all your wonderful adventures!! 💗💞💕 i wish you all the best in your life and again, congrats!! You deserve this so much and you are so powerful and strong!! 💌

Tysm for sharing your amazing story, I know you will inspire a lot of people, angel. 💌💗

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

For the Dawn's Valentine's day event, I would LOVE to see the promt  “i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.”

With Sadie Adler and a female reader, if you could do it 🥺

cowgirl valentine 💌

author’s note - tysm for participating!! i love sadie so much she’s actually my wife and the father of our three children 😇. it’s a crime that i haven’t written for her until now honestly

an unusual silence fell over the dinner table. on any other day the two of you would be chatting idly about anything and everything. how her bounties had gone today, what you did, old memories you shared and ones you didn’t, and so on. however, you couldn’t help but be upset tonight.

sadie was a busy woman. you knew that better than anyone, and you respected how hard working she was. or at least you usually did. your girlfriend had yet to ask you to be her valentine, and you didn’t know if it was because she was so busy she had just forgotten, or that she simply didn’t care enough to ask. february 14th was just days away, and you grew more frustrated as the days passed, but you were too embarrassed, and perhaps a bit too stubborn to bring it up.

sadie watched as you picked at your food, a look of worry spread across her features. “you alright, doll? you’ve been awfully quiet tonight.” her raspy voice broke the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

you practically grunted an “‘m fine” in response and continued to pick at your food.

“no you’re not. what’s up.” she said, placing her fork down. she reached across the table to grab your hand, frowning when you pulled away slightly.

with a sigh you asked “what month is it sadie? and what happens this month?”

"it's february.. and i dunno, it snows a lot?" she said, clearly confused. her brows were furrowed and she was trying to figure out why you were so upset about the month of february. it was just another month, was it not?

you rolled your eyes, she has forgotten, hasn’t she? “well, yes, but that’s not what i’m getting at. it’s valentine’s day.” you paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “i know you’ve been busy but… i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine” you said, avoiding eye contact.

finally, it dawned on her. you saw as her features softened. “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given” she said, huffing a laugh. she reached across the table yet again, placing her hand over yours, and you didn’t pull away this time. “‘m sorry i didn’t ask sooner, but you’re my girl, i wouldn’t want nobody else to be my valentine. will you be my valentine?”

your expression softened along with hers, and you smiled too. “yes.”

she stood up and walked over to you, offering you a hand. you took it and she pulled you up and into her arms. “i love you.”

“i love you” you whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, one she gladly reciprocated. your earlier frustrations melted away as you melted into her touch, remembering just how much you loved your girlfriend, and how much she loved you.

[dinsdjrn]

OH here’s my prompt request 🥰

Angst or fluff (or both) with Joel and this prompt:

32. "I would choose you over anyone."

the first one to break | joel miller

post-outbreak joel miller x f! reader

prompt: hurt/comfort, "i would choose you over anyone"

summary: if there was one thing joel miller was good at, it was pushing people away. [w.c 900]

warnings: 18+, hurt/comfort, mentions of loss

💌: tysm for requesting vee!! i had so much fun writing this little point of contention i hope you enjoy 🥺

To put it simply, your relationship with Joel Miller was complicated. 

You had met on a smuggling run in the Boston QZ, you had saved each other's asses on more than one occasion since. When you had first met you were strictly business partners, but as time went on you found solace in each other's bodies. 

Your feelings for Joel were not instantaneous, at first you weren’t even sure you liked him. Slowly over time, you felt a shift between you, feelings came in like the tide and before you could even rationalize it you had fallen in love with him. 

After all you had been through together, Joel couldn’t reciprocate, he pushed and pushed. He had lived in solitude for long enough that he learned it was easier to be alone than to love someone just for them to leave. And so he pushed. He pushed you and pushed you, but what he didn’t expect was for you to push back. Whatever demons haunted him, you could live with too. 

It was rainy Boston, the clouds hadn’t let up in weeks. It made it hard to find work in the QZ and even harder to smuggle as the storm drains were flooded. Being confined to the apartment was fine at first, but had driven you a bit stir crazy. It made it hard to think rationally. You couldn’t remember how your fight started with Joel, but you weren’t going to let it end in him pushing you away again. 

“Maybe this was all just a mistake! We are allowed to expire, darlin’, I’m just gonna go.” He spoke harshly, a cold and distant stare piercing your soul.

“You know what, fuck you, Joel.” You spat. 

“I’m sick of whatever fucking game you think I want to play. I’m offering you the chance to be happy and you won’t even consider that choice.” You laughed in frustration, tears welling in your eyes. 

You felt stupid, you had wasted so many nights with him. You hoped you would be his beacon in the night, and with time he would find you. But Joel Miller was a cruel man with a cold heart, and you were a ruin in his wake. 

“You don’t fuckin’ get it,” He grumbled, looking away from you.

“What’s there to get?!” You yelled, throwing your hands up in defeat. 

“You would rather give up everything, be left completely alone, then choose me and maybe find a little bit of happiness in this fucked up world,” You were quiet now, your words laced with poison. 

“Mother fu-“ he said to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I can’t do this right now,” He stood up to leave. 

“It’s not that you can't, it’s that you won’t, Joel.” 

“Do you know how goddamn scared I am?” He said, finally feeling provoked. 

“You’re not the only one who’s lost everything. I’m scared too,” you softened at his admission. 

“You don’t understand, if I choose you,” he trailed, “I’d choose you over anyone and if anything were to happen…” 

He trailed off again, sucking in a breath. He shook his head and leaned against the wall. 

“Joel,” you walked toward him. 

He was looking at his feet and you gently placed your hand on his cheek. 

“I’m right here. Nothing in our future is certain, but you bet your ass I will fight like hell to keep coming back to you.”

You made sure he was looking right at you. You wanted no doubt in his mind that even though you couldn’t promise tomorrow, you could promise right now.

“I think I just forget what bein’ loved feels like,” he smiled. 

“Then let me remind you.”

You leaned up to meet his lips. The kiss was feathery light at first, neither of you sure the other wouldn’t run away. You pulled away after a few moments, unsure if where his head was at. 

“Baby,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. 

He brought his hands to either side of your face and his lips crashed down again onto yours. You had found one another again, your hands gripping his shirt as you moved in sync. You had felt worlds away from him for days, but this kiss brought you back into orbit. It was a kiss that left the promise of a future,  but for the first time, that didn’t scare him. The kiss evolved moving into uncharted territory. His tongue moved with yours as it had many times before, and yet this time was different. This time there was no intention to end up in bed, he was kissing you just to kiss you. 

It was simple and sweet, holding every word and feeling; as if they were a secret between you. 

When you had finally pulled apart you both were breathless. He pulled you into his chest wrapping his arms around you. You returned the gesture. You don’t know how long you stood there, holding each other and listening to the sound of the rain. You didn’t pull away from one other and he didn’t try to kiss you again, you just held on for dear life. It was as if he would evaporate in front of you if you were to let go. You pushed your fears away because you had both made a choice. And you chose each other.

tags: @cupofjoel @thetriumphantpanda @morning-star-joy @tightjeansjavi @cavillscurls @tightjeansjavi @skysmiller @harriedandharassed @beskarandblasters & will be adding the rest of my taglist monentarily! ty!!

[luffyvace]

Your the best writer ever!💗🌸💕🌸💕💗❤💗💌💕🌸💌💌💗💖🌸👌💕💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💕🌸👌💗💌💌💕🌸👌👌💗💌💌💕🌸💖👌💌💌💕💕💕👌,but I could I please request Boa hancock x older brother reader headcanons,but a twist boa and reader have a good relationship.

I thank you a hunderned times for you work!💜 take care of yourself

TYSM THATS A BIG COMPLIMENT FOR MEEE!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE

💗

no problem at all!! you take care as well<3

there so many hancock gif?! i had no idea??

ofc i do your request anon:) this is a really cute concept

i’ve never wrote for hancock before and i don’t know much about her personally but i will try my best!! keep in mind they may not be very long considering this☝️

ok sooo😋

I’m gonna say you, hancock, sandersonia and marigold all got taken by a celestial dragon

and since you were oldest you did your best to protect your sisters

it pained you to watch them go through all they did

even more than what you went through

you barely felt your own pain because of how badly you wanted your sisters to escape

to leave and find happiness in a better place

even if it meant staying there and suffering

all so your sisters could be happy

you couldn’t give them that for a long time unfortunately

but eventually someone did

fisher tiger

you’ll never forget that man’s face

he brought you freedom and peace at last

and even more so for your beloved sisters

now that you all were out you swore to protect them with your life

you were the only man allowed on amazon lily

with special permission from hancock becoming the new empress you could stay

none of the kuja tribe members hated you either

in fact they loved you as much as sandersonia, marigold and hancock

the four of you were definitely happy to be reunited and spent lots of time together

you always went out with hancock on her trips

your big brother instincts told you something might happen and it worried you

luckily for you she didn’t mind taking you along

in fact she wanted you to come so you could keep back all the scoundrels called men

except for you

her near and dear brother

the only man in her life who never wronged her

and protected her in fact

she trusts you with her life

or if your weaker than her she’ll protect you:)

same goes with sandersonia and marigold

your sisters spoils you to no end

and you do the same for them

the four of you are always gifting each other

you guys spend lots of time together

like wherever there’s one the rest is sure to be there

you guys actually like giving each other hugs in private

away from the kuja tribe of course

not to display any weakness

you guys of course help each other hide the slave mark

if any man ever enters the island they would for sure get you to dispose of him

of course they could do it but you’ve been protecting them all this time

might as well

not like you have a problem with it anyway

in the case that you weren’t taken by the celestial dragon

and only your sisters were

you fight tooth and nail trying to get them back

making countless plans and training everyday

getting stronger with the goal of getting your sisters back in mind

you temporarily “rule” the island of women

the kuja accept you since your they’re brother

this is a very special occasion but again it’s only temporary

you promise the kuja you’ll bring back your sisters

and you promise yourself

lets say you got in with fisher tiger

you searched ever so desperately for your sisters in the fire

a part of you were afraid they got caught in the fire or had perished long ago

but before long you found them

you recognized them right away

you were so thankful they were alright

so happy

you hugged them and quickly showed them the way to freedom

the four of you cried at your reunion and they’re freedom

you helped them get back to the island after forming the gorgan pirates

you all made strong names for yourselves

your tribe was more than happy to see your sisters returned home safely

they were really grateful that you kept your promise

it upsets you to see your sisters slave mark but you help them hide it upon they’re request

you live happily with your sisters from then on

hancock took over being the empress, rightfully so

and you, marigold and sandersonia proudly stand to rule beside her

i hope you enjoooooy anonnnn💖

this is a really unique request! i’m so happy you sent it:) again they were kinda short but me personally im pretty satisfied with it, hopefully you are too

[hyerinrose]

Hello, I'm kinda new to your blog but just wanted to say that I love your work! I love all of your yan characters (Though if I had to pick a favorite it would probably be the fictional character yan. My favorite book is Inkheart for a reason >_<) If you've read Inkheart or watched the movie, what do you think about a scenario where the reader has a similar gift to bring fictional characters into their world. Maybe they read some strange dialog that popped up while they were playing the game and then *bam* he's aliveee. Feel free to ignore this if it doesn't make sense 😅

Tysm!! I haven't watch or read inkheart but i do get what you're trying to convey :D at least i hope i do T-T

Read Zen/ Yandere Fictional Character here!

T/W : Dimension breaking(?)

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You were gifted, though not in a way that many assumed. Your gift comes in a form of being able to bring characters out of their books.

When you had first discovered this talent of yours, you were of the age of 7. While reading a book that your parents had given you to practice your reading skill, the character in the page suddenly come to life.

Terrified by it, you slammed the book shut and only opening it back after you had calmed down. Thankfully, the character were back in their place and not squashed by the page like you thought they would.

From then on you had rarely ever read aloud, fearing it happening again and having no clue how to explain yourself. It was especially hellish for you in school but you somehow manage to get by without reading aloud in class.

🎀Present time🎀

"Aghhhh! This game is so stingy with gems! How else am I supposed to buy more Melted Sundae for Zen??" You yelled out angrily while furiously scratching your head.

Exiting from the item catalogue, you were greeted with Zen's model facing you. The two of you were on a date of sort, this part being important as you have to level his love meter in order to not get a bad ending like you in your last playthrough.

However, with the lack of his favourite items in your inventory, your chances of getting a good ending were slim.

"Guess I'll just have to use my rizz to get that ending I wanted!" Smirking to yourself as you jump into a dialogue with Zen, their purple orbs lighten up uncharacteristically.

"Hello, [MC]! Where had you been? I missed you lots.." Zen said while pouting their lips which made you raised your eyebrows.

'That's weird.. my character should be there with him but he's saying that I've gone somewhere, huh'

You shook your head, dismissing the odd dialogue. 'Must've been a new update to immerse the players' you foolishly thought. You then tap the screen for the next part of dialogue to appear.

"Anyways, I'm glad that you're here now. Though.. I wish I am there with you when we spend time together" Their face fell as they begun twirling their white hair subconsciously.

Textbox appears as the game present the choices for you to choose. Strangely, none of them were the ones you remembered from your last playthrough.

Chose : 💌What do you mean? We're on a date aren't we?

You picked it as it felt like the right one and you had trusted your rizz to guide you towards a good ending.

Zen however frowned and looked at the screen, which surprised you. His love meter dropped to 0 and you regretted your choice immediately.

"No, I meant being with you as in physically being there. There with you, [Name]" The screen begun glitching along with Zen's model.

"What the fuckkk..?" Was all you could say as confusion consumed you.

Is this one of those games that had access to the user account to find their real name? Because if it weren't the case you would be shitting bricks by now.

"Don't yo-ou want t-to be with m-me, [N-name]?" Zen's voice comes out corrupted as the game continues glitching.

Another textbox appears and you were greeted with another strange choices. You decided to read the choices aloud while clicking it.

Chose : 💌Yes, I feel the same way!

Your screen then went black for a second before you were blinded by a white light. You shielded your eye with your arm, however you felt someone grabbing it causing your eyes to snap open.

There, Zen in all of their glory was crawling out of your screen. His grip on your arm tightened as a lovesick smile spread across their lips.

"Finally.. I can feel you, touch you, breath you in, [Name]! Oh I love you so much it hurts! Let's be together forever now"

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Reblogs and notes are appreciated! - Ai

[channelrat]

tagged by @mollyhale tysm i love tag games 💌💌💌

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

"good guy” - Against The Current

Cool About It - boygenius

I Know The End - Phoebe Bridgers

Favourite Person - Peach PRC

Take on Me - Ashley Johnson

That’s Not How This Works - Charlie Puth (Sabrina’s version)

Where do we go now? - Gracie Abrams

opposite - Sabrina Carpenter

Never Let Me Down Again - Jessica Mazin

Dear Inner Child - Peach PRC

tagging (with zero pressure)

@dilf-din @swiftermidnights @sockos @piss-shark-official @heyitsphoenixx @ellie-licious @from-hecks-heart-i-stabbeth-thee @sotvtaughtmehowtofeel @leathermouthlives @firefly464

[vilereign]

💌HAPPY VALENTINES DAY @vilereign!💌

I just wanted to tell you how much you inspire me with your content. Your oc’s are so well thought and have personality unlike most oc’s. I really lobe your Amphitrite and Persephone and how you bring them to life with your drawings and Hc’s! I hope you have a wonderful day and I wish to support you in every way i can!

With much love and support,

Amphitriteswife

HELLO?!!$?¥?!2}1[>1\$<¥>¥ TYSM FOR THIS, THIS WAS THE MOST PLEASANT SURPRISE I'VE RECEIVED TODAY BEING 100% SERIOUS AAAHWUDHDHAGSNDGHSN

im so happy to hear all you have to say, and i mean it with my whole heart when i say that this means so much to me as i really do put a lot of thought and love into my ocs and stories regardless of what verse they're from :DD and im especially happy that you love my iterations of amphi and persephone because drawing them and doing stuff abt them is actually what helped me beyond my creative rut and really pushed me to improve on my craft, artwise storywise and writingwise and hearing that it paid off is so amazing !! even though i've fallen significantly out of ror and do need to check up on it a whole lot, i still think about my greek god blorbos often and i even thought about sketching a quick amphi in between my other works, but seeing as i am one hell of a procrastinator that didnt end up being the case,,,

but seeing this pleasant gift warmed my heart so much that i just had to open medibang again and doodle these two sweeties again in their lunar new year fits just to really exemplify my thank you!!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

may i request miguel helping reader to relieve stress after a long day at school? uni's been HELL and i just know miguel would treat me like a princess and pamper my exhausted ass after a 10 hour school day.. tysm in case you do it! 🙏

hii!! as it’s in italics, im taking that as nsfw?? I really hope so bc that’s what I did oops😭 if you did mean sfw, send it in again so I can redo. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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word count: 611 // {18+ fem!reader, mdni}

thots below cut

firstly, miguel is just so proud of you for going to university. he knows it's tough, and you often struggle with the workload, but he is just in awe of you for furthering your education. he knows that when you come home exhausted and tense, all you want is a way to relieve said stress. he intends to do that for you in the only way he knows works- the only method with a zero percent fail rate. 

when you get back, miguel is already helping you- taking your bag, removing your coat, helping you take off your shoes. he doesn't want his pretty girl to overexert herself, especially if she's had a strenuous day, so he does things for you- treats you like a princess, his princess.

his towering, intimating height would lead you to the sofa, guiding you with his large hand in yours, kissing the back of it every several moments. he'd stand before you, kissing at your neck as his fingers snake into the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them down as his kisses lowered, trailing down your arm as he knelt to the floor. the slow and delicate line would continue down your now exposed thigh, holding you still by the waist as he pulled your trousers off your ankles. 

"hermosa," he'd mumble, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch- making you sit down.

you'd do as he says, and he'd sit on his knees between your spread legs, dragging you by the hips so that you're right at the edge of the sofa, spread nice and wide for him. he would hold under your foot, gripping the heel as he trails kisses up the inside of your leg, brushing over your upper inner thigh before swapping to your other leg. moving slow and teasingly, like he was trying to ease you.

he would lightly kiss at the crease where your cunt meets thigh, not daring to touch it yet. skimming over the edge of your underwear as he mumbles what he wants to do to you, muttering about how perfect you are- how pretty you are.

you're tired and stressed, almost fragile at this point, so he'd be careful with you- not teasing you for too long, not wanting you to break before he's already begun. he doesn't tempt you for too long- just long enough to see a small, needy wet patch form in your underwear. 

you're desperate and whiney, blabbering about how much you need him, how you don't like getting teased- especially right now. so he gives in, giving his girl what she needs.

he'd part your underwear aside, hooking it over your pussy, keeping the fabric in place with his large fingers. he'd mumble a few curses as he darts over your pussy, staring at the way your slick made it glisten, how you'd clamp and tighten around nothing- the way your clit would practically be throbbing, almost begging to be touched. 

he loved to watch you like this, a quivering and needy state, desperate and urgent for him- loves seeing how much a mess he has made of you, without touching even you. 

he'd itch closer, exhaling over your pussy in a way that made you shudder before finally giving you what you want. lavishly licking over your folds and sucking them into his mouth, practically slobbering all over you. making out with your cunt and caressing you with his skilled tongue. 

he wouldn't stop until you're pushing his head away, writhing under him, and even then, he'd struggle to pull away. but miguel couldn't help it. he just loves your sweet, pretty pussy. and his beautiful girl <3

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[antitheticallyargumentative]

❤🦋💌

oooh okay okay

❤️- this is hard for me because i have the bad habit of rereading everything i've written and despising it but... my favorite line bit I've written in recent history (excluding dialogue, because that's different imo) is actually from a fic I haven't shared yet because I'm not like, Seriously Working On It atm which is an post- series apocalypse au. But here's the bit: (TW for like... mentions of blood, and Ted's dad's canonical suicide.)

(A gunshot crack and blood pooling on the floor, Ted’s sixteen and helpless—) Jamie’s twenty-six and empty, and Ted knows it ain’t the same at all, but he walked away once, twice, three times (left him sittin there in the opposing teams locker room, standing there at Wembley, left Richmond) and he’s not doing it again. 

🦋- well, Jamie, introspectively, if you couldn't tell already. I'm a psych student, which means I write character studies for my hyperfixations, and Jamie is just... so interesting psychologically. But my favorite character to write dialogue for would probably be Roy? I think? Maybe? Unsure.

💌- oooh i am a found family girly through and through. I will write ships and I do write ships and there are ships I love, but nothing beats a good found family fic in my eyes.

tysm for the ask!

[petekaos]

hi 💌 I just want you to know that your r88 series is everything i live for, it's just extremely beautiful how you write about tae and jung hwang without losing the magic of the show. it's just amazing. if you ever write about them again i would love smt centered on them and everything abt their relationship! tysm for your work 💗💗

hi there!! wow, this is such a lovely message! 🥺 this seriously means a lot to me because writing the 소확행 ‘verse was really cathartic and helped me develop and grow as a writer. i’m really glad that you felt that the magic of the show was still captured through my fics because that’s exactly what i was going for!! i’ve been thinking about adding another fic to the ‘verse that really centres them and their relationship, so i’ll take your wishes into account. thank you so much again! 💗

[dinsdjrn]

i'll be gone, you'll be gone | j. miller | 2.1k

part of: devils we know

joel miller x f!reader

summary: part of 'devils we know': a series of stand-alones | a close call sends joel into a spiral, a hard conversation leaves everything on the table. [wc: 2.1k]

content warnings: 18+, mature themes, angst adjacent, hurt/comfort, talks of death, anxious!joel, (minor) injury, existentialism, poorly written/poorly edited.

timeline order | previous part | next part

💌 a/n: oh you wanted me to throw you right into a turning point in their relationship... here we are! tysm for all the love and support on this series. as always follows the same reader and joel through the pivotal points in their relationship, but can be read as a standalone. inspo: 'If We Were Vampires' by Jason Isbell

The fragile heart you protected for so long

Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong

Hope is fragile and needs to be nurtured. It can heal all wounds and tear them open anew. Hope isn’t something that is far and few between, if it was, you wouldn’t be here. For a long time is was masked as the fear of death, but it forced you to survive. Now, it is the driving force that keeps you alive, hope that you’ll live to see the day the world finds itself again. 

Hope breeds love and gentleness in an unforgiving world. Hope is something you found in Joel and Joel found in Ellie. You had so much love and hope for your little family you had formed. For the first time in years real joy, love, promise of a future and a family healed your wounded soul. 

You had only just begun building this domestic life with Joel and Ellie in Jackson. You weren’t in the dark to the hardships they had faced, but you accepted that you may never know all the details. Everyone in Jackson knows loss, but they’ve also learned how to heal. To start again. 

You and Joel were immediately drawn to one another, you knew it as soon as he took residence in Jackson. At first, you hesitated to accept his affections; having gone through so much to get to Jackson. You had a fragile heart you spent years learning how to protect. Slowly, piece by piece, Joel brought your walls down. You healed each other in places you didn’t know were broken. 

You and Joel had been together, officially, for a few months. You kept each other warm through the early spring and summer had finally settled on Jackson. The days were hot and long but as the sun set and a warmth clung in the air not willing to let go of the heat of the day, you felt comfort and peace. 

Today was not like any other day you had in a long time. Today scared you, today reminded you how fleeting time is and how careful you have to be. 

Maybe time running out is a gift

I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift

And give you every second I can find

“Joel… please, I am fine.” You huffed as he began fussing to the medic. 

“Ending up here means you were not okay!” He rubbed his hand across his chin and sighed. 

He stopped pacing and sat next to you putting his hands in yours. 

“It’s just when they said they were bringing you back to medical, I didn’t-“ he paused, “I didn’t know if you were going to be okay. I was just scared I was goin’ to lose you too.”

You sighed at his reaction. You knew going to the medical centre would cause Joel to have a full on panic, but it was procedure. 

You were never one to go one patrol, you were comfortable with it, but you were usually stationed in the barn. Horses are what you knew best before the outbreak and arriving in Jackson it was your biggest asset. This was supposed to be a safe perimeter patrol so you could monitor the progress of a gelding recovering from lameness due to cellulitis around his coffin joint.

It was supposed to be simple; go out for the morning patrol, get the horse, Blues, to do more than loping and trotting. Go home and assess the next steps. Instead you, of course, went on a patrol that had the first sign of intrusion in months. Across the river a gunshot rang out agitating Blues. You did your best to calm him down and get him to relax, but as soon as the second shot rang closer he threw you from his back. You had been on top of a fairly rocky hill and Blues wasn’t by any means a small horse. When you fell you landed on your back and hit your head in the process. 

The members of your patrol immediately came to your aid and you had been slightly confused. You swore to them you were okay once you had come to, but procedure required you ride back and get checked by medical. One patrol member, Derek, returned you and Blues to Jackson while the others went to find the source of the gunshots. You knew this is what you had to do. Head injuries were no joke, and it was better to be safe, you would just have to talk Joel down. Calm the storm that would fester and make home to his anxiety.

You don’t blame him, he was scared of losing people he cared about. His own memories often betrayed him, assuming the worst was his only way to cope. 

“Joel, I need you to look at me,” You spoke softly. 

He slowly raised his head, eyes meeting yours. 

You reached and softly touched his cheek, he leaned into your touch.

“I am okay, I fell. A few bumps and bruises, but I’ll be perfectly fine in a few days.” You gave him a soft smile. 

This side of Joel was rare for anyone but you and Ellie. He was closed off and cold until he let you in. Once you were in there was no part of your soul he didn’t take up residence. He was a good man, a great father and a survivor above all else. 

“Can we get outta here? I can’t fuckin’ breathe.” He was gruff again as soon as the medic came in. 

“Yeah, of course,” the medic, Jane, replied. “Just take it easy alright? You’re gonna feel like shit tomorrow.” 

“Thanks,” You smiled. You had already felt extremely sore and you were not looking forward to having to wake up every few hours throughout the night. 

With his hand in yours you left the medical centre and made you way to the barn. All you wanted to do was lay down, but you knew you had to talk to Joel. Make sure he was okay. 

It's not the way you talk me off the roof

Your questions like directions to the truth

“Joel, you alright?” You asked taking a seat on the steps that led to your little dwelling unit. 

He gave you a small smile and stood in front of you. It was early afternoon at this point and he looked exhausted. You’re sure waves of anxiety were hitting him over and over again. He was just trying to keep his head above water. 

“Joel..” You pressed on. Bringing him out of his thoughts and back to you.

“You don’t understand. I told them you didn’t need to go on patrol.” He sounded frustrated. 

“Hey,” you whispered, “It wasn’t up to you. And I’m still right here.” 

“But what if one day you’re not?” His voice broke.

His pain evident on his face, he was reliving every loss he has ever experienced. From Sarah, to Tess, being in arms length of losing Ellie. You could see that his mind was sinking letting the ‘what if’s?’ win.

“Then I would have fallen to the curse of living, just like everybody else. It’s okay to be scared, I’m terrified. Everyday I wake up and take breath not knowing what’s going to happen next, and that makes life so beautiful. Not knowing how brief my time will be.”

Your voice quieted to a whisper

“There’s not enough time in the world for me and you, Joel. Today just gave us a taste of that. So, let’s go lay down. Hold me and don’t let me go, okay?”

For a moment you saw his features relax. He nodded, needing rest equally as much as you. 

It's not your hands searching slow in the dark

Or your nails leaving love's watermark

By the time you had woken up the sun peeking in through the window had turned gold and you knew it was the early hours of the evening. Joels arm was draped over you, your back pressing into him, using his arm as a pillow. He was drawing a pattern on your bicep and you sighed softly. 

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he whispered kissing you on the forehead. 

“There is nothing to be sorry for, Joel,” you voice still rasped with sleep. 

He hummed at you. You stretched your shoulders slightly and began to sit up. Your bladder betraying a slow evening in bed with Joel. 

When you had finished in the bathroom, you noticed Joel had moved to the couch. There was a small cloth wrapping on the table. 

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Take a look,” He nodded toward the item. 

You picked it up and placed in in your lap as you sat next to Joel. His arm reached around your shoulders. The other resting on a throw pillow. His leg was crossed over his knee. He looked much more relaxed than he had earlier when he was on the edge of full blow panic. 

You began to unfold the small towel that wrapped the present. It revealed a large golden tulip claw clip. It had clearly been quite the piece in its prime, the pink of the tulip had since faded. The spring and some of the fake gold had rusted, but it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. You felt your heart swell and tears began to well in your eyes. 

“Oh Joel,” your voice soft. “It’s so beautiful.” 

“I’ve, uh, been holding onto that for a few weeks. You said tulips were your favourite. Felt like the right time to give it to you.”

You leaned over and kissed him softly and slowly. You had no idea he hung onto your favourite flower. You had mentioned it once earlier in the spring. You had said they were your favourite because they were the first flower to both come and go. There was beauty in their brevity. You never expected Joel to remember such a small detail. Yet here you were, with a tulip clip in hand and a man you were certain you loved beside you. 

If we were vampires and death was a joke

We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke

And laugh at all the lovers and their plans

“Hey, I have a question for you?” He asked. 

“Yeah, shoot.” You shot him a slightly confused glance. 

“Are you scared to die?” He asked softly, as if his words would send a dagger through you. 

“Of course, Joel.” You started. “I’m sorry if I made you believe otherwise.” 

“It’s just…” He shifted uncomfortably. “You didn’t seem scared earlier, and I’m fucking terrified.” 

“Well, it just,” You sighed trying to find the right words. “We don’t get forever, Joel. If we did we’d be less inclined to love so fiercely.”

You studied him, expression softening at your confession. He looked at you expectantly as if to carry-on with your train of thought. 

I hope it isn't me who's left behind

It's knowing that this can't go on forever

Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone

“Am I scared to die? Of course, I’m terrified. But to know that our time together is finite, and yet we will still choose and love each other, that makes it worth living. I will die knowing how fully I lived my life. God, I hope that it isn’t any time soon, but if it is, I was loved.”

He sighed, “I just hope I wouldn’t get left behind.” 

You smiled softly, the room had grown darker, and with it Joels features softer. 

“Just know that… that, I love you,” You admitted. 

“Always.” He hadn’t said it back. 

It squeezed at your heart that he hadn’t said he loved you in return. It would make it all too real for him. Today had already done that, in due time, he would find the courage. For now, his concern and need to be close to you would have to be enough to satisfy. There was more ways to love than words, and you had learned that with Joel. 

You kissed him softly, your lips brushing his. He took your face in his hands and put everything he couldn’t bring himself to say into the kiss you shared. He needed this to be enough for you, his desperation was present in the way his lips moved against yours. Any hope that he had for you two was carefully placed in this moment, and you felt it. 

You broke apart foreheads resting on one another. The space between you full of all the words you couldn’t bring yourselves to speak. 

It was enough for you to hope.

Maybe we'll get forty years together

But one day I'll be gone

One day you'll be gone. 

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