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Always and Forever (Tom Riddle X Reader)
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader(Female)
Words: 827
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestions
Author’s Note: There’s not enough Tom Riddle one-shots, so I’ve made this! Enjoy!
It was your seventh year at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. The date for mid terms was arriving too soon, so naturally all the students began to hustle about and cram their noggins full of knowledge. Including your boyfriend, the famous Tom Riddle.
You skipped leisurely down the empty hallway towards the school’s massive library, only to find it overflowing of your fellow wizards and witches. Your legs wandered past colossal shelves, brimming with all sorts of textbooks and scrolls, until a familiar set of thick wavy hair caught your eye.
“Oh Tooooom,” you sang, approaching the young man from behind. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you leaned forward, pecking his smooth cheek quickly. Unfortunately, it didn’t cause him to remove his face from the book he held.
You frowned slightly. No matter, you thought, there are easier ways to capture his attention.
You let go of his form and walked to the nearest shelve. Your fingers skimmed the leather bound books carefully, searching for anything that piqued your interest. When nothing turned up, you gave a shrug and grabbed the nearest binding.
Plopping down in the chair, across from Tom, you released a sigh and dug your face within the ancient text, mimicking your boyfriend.
Finally gaining his attention, you break away your eyes from the text, seeing Tom studying you with curiosity. You smile at him, knowing you’ve won your little battle.
“Yes darling,” you cooed at him, dropping your book and giving the sweetest smile you could manage.
Tom coolly raised one brow, still staring at you and opened his mouth to retort, “Y/N, what are you doing?”
Crossing your arms, you frowned and glanced away, looking at the dull painting of an old man washing himself. “Studying, duh.”
“You don’t study,” he simply responded, no hint of emotion in his voice.
You furrowed your brows and looked back at Tom. He sat there, emotionless, resting his hands on the oak table that sat between the two of you. You noticed how handsome he looked with a blank face.
Forgetting to be frustrated with Tom, you suddenly reached forward, grabbing onto both of his hands and stared at him with pleading eyes. You watched Tom narrow his brown eyes, softening, and a small smile formed on his perfect face.
“Let’s do something,” you begged, giving him your best puppy eyes.
Tom’s smile grew a little. At that point, you knew you had won over his thoughts. You watched him as he gazed down at your entwined fingers, obviously thinking about your proposal.
Tom glanced back up at you. “All right,” he whispered softly, squeezing your hands gently.
“YAYYY,” you screamed, suddenly jumping up in the air in excitement. A large number of hushes soon filled the air after you interrupted everyone’s studying.
You mumbled an oops, causing Tom to chuckle lightly at your new demeanor.
“You can yell all you want when we get outside,” Tom stated, taking your hand and causing you to blush. Public affection was not Tom’s preferred take of action.
As you walked out of the library, an evil grin spread across your face, gaining Tom’s attention. “Oh, and what will we be doing that causes all my yelling, Tom,” you breathe quietly into his ear, earning you a small blush forming on his porcelain features.
You watch as Tom visible gulps and clears his throat as a response to your question. A giggle escapes your chest , provoking Tom. He gains back his coolness, then snatches you up into his arms, making you yelp in surprise.
“This is what is going to cause your outbursts, Y/N,” Tom says, raking his fingers into your stomach, tickling you as he made his way down the hallway. You laughed and flailed in his grasp, kicking at the air.
“STAHP,” you huffed heavily. Tom then gently put you down on the ground and smoothed out the wrinkles on your robe.
“Thank you,” you managed to say, still getting your breath back. Tom nods, his way of saying “your welcome.”
Tom stares at you intently, causing you to panic slightly, causing you to think there’s something on your face. He chuckles again, but says no.
“You have given my existence such happiness, Y/N, and I thank you for it,” Tom calmly says. You smile sweetly at him, then reached out, wrapping your arms around his figure and nuzzling his chest.
“I love you, Tom.”
You feel his strong arms cloak around you, warming your body and giving you that feeling of safety. You hear him exhale heavily.
“I love you too, Y/N. Always and forever.”
His grip strengthens, not wanting to let go. You found yourself silently wishing that this moment would never end. You would always remember the day where the famous Tom Riddle admitted he loved you. Always and forever.
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Don’t Leave (Joel X Reader)
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Fandom: Last Of Us
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader(Female)
Words:1055
Warnings: Swearing, blood, death
“I’m starving,” you heard Ellie groan from across the camp fire. She tossed a stick into the hungry flames as they danced in the moonlight.
Not responding, Joel stood at the edge of camp, surveying the surroundings with a careful eye. The woods were quiet and still. No sign of lurking dangers hidden in the shadows. The soft crunch of leaves and twigs gave away the older man as he walked back towards the warm glow of the camp fire.
Joel sighed deeply as he sat down on the ground next to you. His face was worn and aged, his eyes drooped from exhaustion and his mouth seemed to form a permanent frown. Even though sleep danced at your eyelids, this was the perfect moment to just relax along side your man.
You leaned into Joel, nesting your head on his shoulder and sliding your slender fingers into his rough hand. You felt his fingers softly clamp around yours’, then Joel rested his head on top of yours as the two of you sat quietly near the fire.
“Perfect,” you heard him mumble.
“Uh hello,” Ellie blurted while waving her hands, “what about food?”
Another sigh responded to Ellie’s question. Her face scrunched up when no one replied.
She stood up abruptly and grunted. “Fine I’ll go scrounge up some grub in the dark forest,” she muttered, grabbing her knife and bow.
“No way Ellie,” Joel countered, then he stood up and made his way towards the girl. You got up as well, sleep suddenly disappearing as fast as it came.
“It’s okay, Joel,” you say as you near the two. “I’ll go out there. I’ll be fine.”
He stared at you with disbelief, his frown growing larger by the second. Joel shook his head, disagreeing with your proposal.
“That’s also a negative for you too,” Joel ordered, yanking the bow out of Ellie’s hands. “It’s too dangerous out there.”
You press against Joel’s chest, staring up at his concerned eyes, and smile warmly. Your lips brushed against his, slightly parted, teasing him to make the first move. Joel resists the bait, but you quickly press your mouth to his, embracing him and you feel his tenseness give in. As he kisses back, you slide your hand around the bow and tug it free from his grasp.
“Thank you,” you say and give him a fast peck on the cheek.
Ellie laughs as you saunter towards the edge of camp, leaving Joel stunned in the same place you left him.
“Please be careful, Y/N,” you hear him plead. Now facing Joel, you give a small smile, reassuring him.
“I’m always careful.”
It seemed like hours, but finally you had managed to bag a deer. The trail of blood led deeper into the woods, making the glow of your campsite smaller and smaller as you walked along. Pushing aside some bushes, you discovered a clearing, where the blood trail finally stopped. You jogged up to the large body and knelt beside it, brandishing your knife.
The woods around you grew eerily silent. You gulped and promised yourself you were alone. Nope, not even close. From the shadows, a familiar growl broke the silence. Your heart began to race, beating like thunder on a stormy night. Slowly, you gazed up, only to find yourself face to face with a grizzly bear.
The beast growled again, warning you to step away from the carcass. You tried to move, but your feet were frozen to the ground. All you could do was stare the beast down. Suddenly, it let out a ferocious roar, deafening you in the process.
One large paw raised up. Your eyes went wide with fear as the paw swiped towards you. A scream rose from your chest as the beast’s paw collided with your body. Your world went black.
Joel found himself standing near the place where Y/N had entered the forest, quietly hoping she would be all right.
Across camp, Ellie sat on a mossy log, carving a stick to a sharp point and occasionally jabbing the air with her new weapon. She glanced at Joel, standing very still, almost like a statue.
“She’s fine, Joel,” Ellie reassured, now looking at the older man. “Y/N’s a tough one.”
Joel sighed, turning back towards the welcoming fire. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
A shrill scream broke the silence, sending Ellie backwards off her log.
“Y/N!” Joel grabbed his nearest gun and took off running into the pitch black woods. Ellie stumbled up from the ground, also grabbed a gun and sprinted after Joel. “Hey, wait for me!”
Your consciousness faded in and out as you lay on the ground, cold and bleeding from the gash on your chest. A gunshot ring out and your ears picked up shouting before you slipped back into blackness. When you awoke, firm hands clenched your sore body and the scent of pine and musk filled your nostrils. Joel.
Your eyes opened, light filling the dark and you blinked to regain a clear sight. Joel appeared into your vision, his mouth shouting, but no words formed. You reached out to touch his cheek. Damp. You watched as he rested his hand on top of yours and his face contorted, sending new tears trailing over both of your hands’.
“Joel,” you breathed weakly, taking and squeezing his other hand in yours.
You see him inhale sharply and mouth the word “yes” above your crumpled failing body. You smile feebly, knowing you had lived a good remainder of your life alongside the best people, your beautiful Joel and sweet little Ellie. They would be okay.
“I love you.”
Joel lets out another sob, lifting your body closer to him. You feel his warm embrace all around you, reminding you of all those sleepless nights. You smile once more as your hand slowly loses strength to hold onto Joel’s. Your hand falls limply at his side, dangling loosely in the breeze, showing no life.
Joel weeps quietly, still clutching your lifeless shell. “Please don’t leave me too,” he cries as he examines your still face.
A single tear falls free and glides down your cold cheek. You were gone.
Author’s Note: WHY MUST I DO THIS?!
Anything For You (Dean X Reader)
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader(Female)
Words: 678
Warnings: Swearing
Author’s Note: For my lovely sister, Alexis, for keeping me on my toes. Enjoy!
It was a hot smoldering afternoon in the beautiful country-side of rural Missouri. The black car made its way down winding roads that never seemed to end, but that was all right. You enjoyed spending time with the Winchester brothers in down time between jobs, but today was turning out to be off to a rough start.
You sat in the back on the leather seats of the infamous Impala, practically sweating off your tanned skin. Even the brothers had shed their favorite jackets, freeing their arms of the constricting sleeves. Apparently the coolant in the car’s AC had run out mid trip, pissing off Dean severely, but the steady breeze had definitely helped a lot. Even though it was a sticky summer breeze.
You gazed quietly at the scenery through the opened window, until a familiar groan perked your interest.
“I can’t take this anymore,” Dean growled as he threw his hands off the steering wheel. Sam glanced at his frustrated brother, brows knitted together.
“What,” he simply said, trying to avoid his older brother’s wrath.
Dean ignored Sam’s question and he stared blankly at the passing green side that read “Willow Creek”. Suddenly the Impala lurched forward as Dean stepped heavily on the gas pedal, causing both you and Sam to flail in your seats.
“Hang on to your skirts ladies,” Dean shouted over the roar of the engine as it picked up speed,” we’re making a pit stop!”
The Impala screeched as it halted on the gravel road, sending dust and rocks flying from the ground. You let out a grunt in return to Dean’s reckless driving and opened your back door. Dean had already beat you to the water’s edge, chuckling and rubbing his hands together as he stared at the calm creek.
“What are we doing here,” you heard Sam call behind you.
Dean hopped on one foot as he tried to removed his boot, focusing on not falling. “Sammy, we’re taking a break,” he exclaimed, still hopping around,”If we sat in the Impala any longer, we would be sizzling bacon right now.”
Having removed his boots, Dean waded into the cool water, jeans still attached to his body, and fell back with a splash. You found yourself giggling at Dean;s antics and ran towards the creek, wanting to join the older brother. Sam sighed, but followed slowly behind.
“Watch out!” You leaped into the water, laughing as you flew. A large splashed rose from your landing, soaked Sam on the bank in the process. The younger brother laughed and entered the water as well.
You let out a relieved sigh. “This is a nice change for once.” Dean nodded his head, agreeing, then gave you a dark grin. You watched as his body slowly disappeared under the water, leaving you squealing above the surface.
You felt hands grab your legs and you let out a surprised yelp. Suddenly, you were hoisted out of the water. Dean balanced you on his shoulders carefully, keeping you from falling and roared, mocking a monster.
“I could just eat you up,” he shouted as you squealed above him. This was a nice change for once. The three of you enjoyed the coolness of the creek for the remainder of the hottest part of the afternoon and soon it was time to get back on the road.
You and Dean sat on the bank, drying off and chatting about the day as Sam changed behind the Impala.
“I had a lot of fun today,” you said, smiling up at the older Winchester.
Smiling back, Dean nodded, agreeing with you. “Yeah, a shit load of fun.”
“Thank you, Dean.”
He glanced back you, confusion setting on his handsome features. “For what,” Dean says, gazing at your red tinted cheeks.
You giggle softly. “For today.” You give him a quick peck on his lightly freckled cheek and blush. Dean blinks, then smiles gently at you.
“Anything for you, Y/N.”
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I Fall for You (Thor X Reader)
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Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader(M Or F)
Words:649
Warnings: None
When he lifted his head, you could barely recognize him. Bruises had already started to form on the brim of his cheeks, shading his eyes and hallows. Blood seeped from fresh cuts and scratches, trickling slowly down his beaten face. You gasped at the horrific sight with a hand covering your gaped mouth.
Immediately you rushed to his side.
“Thor, are you all right?” You now kneel at his side, inspecting for other damage. Tears began to pool at the corners of your eyes. The state he was in saddened your heart severely.
You heard him chuckle deeply. “I’ve been better.”
A frown formed on your face, scolding the God of Thunder for his playful demeanor at a time like this. “That was quite a fall. You might be seriously hurt.”
He stared at you for moment and shrugged. “Nonsense, I drop Mjolnir all the time.” With that, Thor stood up quickly, brushing the dust off his tunic and leaving you speechless.
“Now where did that hammer go?”
The frown that appeared on your face quickly deepen seeing that Thor was actually quite fine. You watched him wander around, still stunned, letting the formed tears fall down your face. One sniff was all it took gain the young God’s attention.
Thor peered back at your slumping body, still sitting in the dirt, but now weeping silently.
“Y/N, what causes you to cry?” You hear his rough, but smooth voice now speak very closely to your ear. You look up from the ground and discovered that Thor, injuries now healing, has plopped down next to you, staring at your wet cheeks.
“I thought you were seriously hurt Thor,” you whispered through sniffs,“I was scared.”
A soft smile curved on the God’s lips as he lifted his calloused hand to caress your cheeks, wiping away the tears. You blinked in response to Thor’s gentle touch.
He gazed directly into your eyes and said, “I assure you, Y/N, I am all right.” You now noticed he still hasn’t let go of your face. A small fire ignites within your cheeks, warming your entire face.
His face inches away from your’s sends your heart fluttering up your throat and your stomach turns into a tossing sea. Suddenly you find yourself closing the gape between the two of you. His lips are reluctant at first, but willingly the next. You feel his hands snake around you and pull you in closer to his muscular body, calming you even more. As passion and hunger were beginning to take over, Thor grunts and releases his grip from your body, leaving you surprised.
“I apologize Y/N, but I must really find Mjolnir.” He gives a apologetic look, but you simply smile.
“I think I know where it is,” you stated while you pointed towards the body shaped hole where Thor landed. Nestled firmly into the ground was Mjolnir, Thor’s legendary hammer.
“Oh,” Thor breathed under his breath. He reached for the hammer and gave it a tug. It freed from the dirt easily and glowed a brilliant blue at his touch. Now reunited with its master, Thor turned back to you, grinning softly.
“Well, I will definitely feel that tomorrow,” he says with a sharp sigh. You giggled at the young God’s silly misfortune.
“Oh you find that humorous, do you?”
You nodded your head up and down, still giggling at Thor. Quickly, his hands snatched you up and his fingers jabbed at your sides, making you lurch in his grasp.
“I’ll show you to laugh at me,” his voice boomed over your loud laughter. Thor laughed heartily as he continued to tickle you, making your memory of the entire incident fade to the back your head. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon having tickle fights in the basking sun, forgetting all responsibilities, but enjoying each other’s company.
Brief Happiness
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Fandom: DA:I
Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Trevelyan(Female)
Words: 938
Warnings: None
The Inquisitor was surrounded. Many voices entered her thoughts, making her head throb, and this time she had no where to run.
"Trevelyan, we should proceed with this mission with force. They will be too busy with our soldiers on the front line to see you and our companions slip through the sewers."
"I do not think that will work Cullen. The enemy soldiers will be on their guard all around the fort, blocking every entrance. We must be stealthy."
"You two are always about the fighting. Maybe if we hold a truce, we can work out a solution. Let's make allies instead of enemies."
The Inquisitor's advisors argued about their ideas, each pushing their plan forward, saying it would be better; all at the same time. The Inquisitor groaned quietly and rubbed her temples with her index fingers.
"Please stop talking," she mumbled. No one around her could hear the faint words. She tried again, but with confidence.
"STOP SPEAKING!" She stood up abruptly from her chair, knocking it to the floor. Her advisors grew quiet, all shocked from their fearless leader's outburst. The Inquisitor cringed at her own actions, knowing they were a bit aggressive, but if she was to be respected, she must be forceful. She hid her true feelings behind her annoyed facial features and proceeded.
She glared at them, holding her arms behind her and lifted her chin. "Each of you I respect greatly and your plans, but if this keeps continuing, the Inquisition will surely fall apart." She paused and stared into each of their eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or insolence. The Inquisitor then walked slowly from her side of the table to the other side. The three advisors stood tall and at attention, like a soldier would to his or her superior officer. She paced in front of them, her eyes, almost like daggers, piercing their armors.
When she had enough, the Inquisitor briskly went out of the room and closed the door behind her. Her three advisors silently stood in place until they were certain the Inquisitor was gone.
"Well that was awkward." Josephine let out a long sigh and slouched in place.
Lelianna stared sadly towards the closed door, where the Inquisitor disappeared, and shook her head softly. "My actions were not courteous. It was uncalled for me to speak inappropriately." She turned to Cullen, who stood quietly next to her. His eyes mutely watched the stone floor, pale and empty. He gradually parted his lips, as if to speak, but he halted and closed them instead.
Cullen cleared his throat loudly and excused himself from the two ladies and walked out of the room. Josephine and Lelianna glanced at each other without a word, but did not follow after him.
The military advisor calmly paced himself down the hallway, up the stairs and around several corners of the stone hold. He soon found himself at the door of the Inquisitor's room. While he was standing on one side, gaining the courage to face Trevalyn, she was on the other, staring out an open window.
A light knock sounded from across her room.
"Come in," she responded.
Without looking, she already knew who it was. Her knight in shining armor. Ser Cullen. She felt his steady breath on the back of her neck, his gaze upon her, and soon his burly arms were wrapping around her slender waist. She let out a relieved sigh. Cullen's body tensed behind her.
A moment of silence passed between them. Only the chirps of little birds and the faint small talk of men and women in the courtyard could be heard.
"I must apologize." The Inquisitor held her breath from Cullen's sudden words. She has never heard him apologize to anyone. He would never admit he was wrong in a situation, but maybe for her, he would…
A gentle squeeze from Cullen's strength brought her back from day dreaming and in return she placed her hands on his.
"It's all right," she barely whispered.
Obviously dissatisfied with her response, Cullen grunted and gently grabbed Trevelyan. He swiftly twirled her around to look her in the eyes.
Her pale grey eyes were wide and staring him down in shock. He only smiled at her reaction. His hand slowly reached for the side of her slender face and gently caressed her rosy cheek.
"I love you. You know that, right?"
The Inquisitor's heart lurched in her chest and searing heat kissed at her cheeks. She continued to watch Cullen, gazing at his sharp facial features and taking in all detail. He loved her and she knew she loved him back.
"I-," Cullen started to speak again, but was cut off completely from his lover's sudden outburst of lust. They embraced passionately on the stone balcony, loose clothing swaying gently in the frigid winds of the snowy mountains of the Frostbacks. The world they knew grew dark around them, time standing still, and no one could ruin this brief moment of happiness, not even Varric.
Soon Trevelyan realized the warmth was drifting away and she opened her eyes to see Cullen pull away. She regained full conscious and blankly looked at him perplexed. He suddenly cleared his scratchy throat, loud enough to start an avalanche. "I think maybe we should get back to the War Table… You know before people start wondering…" He trailed off and nervously tugged at his collar.
The Inquisitor simply laughed at his shy demeanor. She cautiously looped her arm around his and the two walked leisurely back to the Command room where Lelianna and Josephine were waiting patiently.
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