Maybe It’s A Curse

Come, child.

It's simply not working

Moody x reader

TW : none

Infos : sad and angsty lol, gn reader

I haven't posted in a while but you all can say that you to my ex for breaking my heart and inspiring to write that lol.

I hope you'll enjoy :))

You tried. You really tried. But you had to face the reality : it's not working.

Of course you loved him. With all your heart and soul. But it wasn't enough. You can't build a relationship only with love.

At first you made compromises. Accepting his paranoia, his constant vigilance. And you tried to communicate as best as you could. But he didn't tried. He was too stubborn to let you know how he felt. He got angry at you, to say sorry after. He rejected your affection only to ask for it when you were both alone. Of course it wasn't his fault. He never wanted to hurt you. But at the end of the day, he still did.

You could not stay the only one to build relationship, you could not cry anymore because of him. It had to stop.

Then one day, you sat on the bed next to him. And deep down he knew. That it was the end....

"I love you Alastor. But I can't let you hurt me no more... I tried to make this work... But it doesn't."

You were shaking while talking. You were looking at him, it was painful but necessary.

When he looked at you, you understood that he knew. How hurt you were, how he messed up.

"I know, love"

A few tears rolled down your cheeks.

"I love you Alastor. I really do... And I think that I'll always do. But right now... I can't. We can't.."

Alastor nodded before speaking. He wasn't crying but his voice was weak.

"I am sorry. I know I'm at fault for hurting you"

"It's not your fault. We didn't handle everything like we should have..."

He took your hand in his, small gesture of comfort.

"I never wanted to hurt you. I would've wanted to be the man you deserved. The only thing that ever mattered to me was your happiness but..."

His voice broke and he bite his lips. It was hard for the both of you. Feeling your soft skin with his hand was too much, almost hurtful, so he let go your hand.

"You made me happy. You really did. And maybe one day you'll make me happy again but... Right now it's impossible"

"I know love... I know.."

He couldn't think about something to say, or do. He wanted to make you stay, to beg, to cry. But Alastor wasn't a selfish man. Your wellbeing came first.

When you started to cry, his heart broke. But he didn't took you in his arms. How could he? He couldn't, knowing it was his fault. He couldn't make you stay. He couldn't live knowing that he made you miserable.

You got up quickly. You knew that if you stayed now, you'll never leave. And you'll continue to be miserable. You saw in eyes that he understood. He always did... Quickly you dried your tears and looked one last time at him. Of course, you'll see him again. But not like that. Not in his bed. You'll never kiss him again, hold him close. You'll have to forgot his touch, the feeling of his skin against yours... His vulnerable admissions of love late at night, his next to your ear, his hands in your hairs...

"Goodbye Alastor..."

"Goodbye, love"

And then you left. Just like that. A few steps and it was definitely the end. A few steps and the love of your life suddenly became just an acquaintance. Even when it has been bad sometimes... Some other times it has been so beautiful. So sweet...

But you faced the reality. It simply didn't work.

I love canva

ignore it and you will still have the best year ever bc you deserve beautiful things

the galaxy’s favorite grandpas

LMAO I JUST REALIZED THAT I GAVE SOMEONE ON TIKTOK MY TUMBLR

THEY KNOW MY FACE 💀

i’d love to see some headcannons of how carol would act when finding out you’ve hidden an injury (not a bite tho)

pls and thank you!!

Ooh! I like this. I think something like this would work better as a fic tbh.

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Hiding an injury from Carol:

You’d received a pretty bad scrape on your thigh from your last run. You’d tried to look after it yourself, washing it with water until it stopped stinging and putting a bandage on it but there was still a slight limp in your walk as the muscles in your leg contracted with each step.

“Hey. You okay?” Carol fell into step with you.

You quickly try to hide the pain from your face and smile at her. “Yeah, I’m doing fine.”

“You sure?” She looked you up and down, probably hoping to find the answer herself.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” You slowed your walking pace, the pain getting harder to hide. It’s then that you realise the cut probably went deeper than you thought. You hadn’t really had a close look at it.

“Y/N, you came back covered in blood.”

“I told you, that was walker blood. I’m fine.”

“It looked fresh.”

You turned to her, frustrated. “Just stop. I said I’m okay.”

You walked away, as quick as your leg would let you and then silently cursed yourself because surly now it was obvious you were limping.

Carol reminded you of your older sister, before you lost her years ago to the dead. Carol was no replacement for her but she had filled a hole in the void of your heart nonetheless.

It even felt like maybe she saw you as a sister too in a way, the way she would berate you for questionable choices or tell you what you’re doing is stupid and dangerous.

You’d gone with a few of the others to a dangerous part of town, overrun with walkers. The group had needed supplies and was putting off this area for as long as they could. Carol insisted she go instead but you were adamant.

In the heat of clearing a path and fighting off a walker, you’d tripped backward over a fallen tree and the splintered wood had gone into your leg.

You didn’t want to prove her right that it was too dangerous.

“Hey! Wait!” Carol caught up to you quickly. She grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back. “I need you to tell me the truth. What happened?”

Sighing heavily, then put your hand against your thigh. She looked down at your blood-stained jeans and took your arm.

“You’re bleeding through your clothes. How could you be so stupid? You should have gone to the infirmary, get that cleaned up and looked at properly.” Carol’s voice was horribly stern. You were waiting for the ‘I told you so’ comment that was sure to come.

“What happened? Did you get bit?” She looked at your leg again.

You shook your head. “No. It’s just a scrape.” You try to pull out of her grasp. “It’s just a scratch. There’s no need to waste supplies on me.”

“Want me to call Daryl over? You might be able to fight me off but not him.” You knew she’d do it too and then Daryl would start berating you.

“Fine.” You grumbled.

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When you were on the table, leg out, the medic carefully pealed back the soaked bandage. The wound underneath looked even worse than before.

“Looks infected.” They said and turned to get supplies.

“What did I say?” Carol said from beside you.

“I know! I know.”

The medic examined your leg. “Looks like there’s splinters in here. Did you fall?”

You nod. “Was fighting off a walker and fell on a broken stump.”

Carol turned to you. “And you were just gonna leave it? I knew I shouldn’t have let you go.”

Annoyance bubbled in you. “This is why! This is why I wasn’t gonna tell you.”

“That’s no excuse for being stupid.”

You winced and yelped as the medic took tweezers to your leg, digging out the splinters.

Carol’s hands were on your hair and arm, comforting you.

“You know I love you, right? I’m just looking out for you.”

You nod, tears welling in your eyes at the pain. “I love you too.”

“I’m sorry you felt you had to hide that from me. Please don’t do it again. If you’d left this too long you could’ve lost your leg.”

“I know. I hate when you’re right.” You sighed, taking her hand in yours and squeezing as the tweezers went into your leg again.

Carol kissed your forehead and stroked your hair as the medic finished up.

Imagine Count Dooku being your sugar daddy

!I don't own Star Wars!

Infos : GN reader, sdsb relations

I'm sure that I'm not the only one who's seen his potential as a sd so here we go :))

(it's kinda cheesy but idc)

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Dooku is immensely rich, it's well known. And his favorite activity is spending his money for your pleasure. He'll buys you anything, anytime. Usually you don't even have to ask. You have more clothes and jewelry than you've ever imagined having in your life.

Since then you lived with him, your "job" was to distracting him from all the stress of the war. He was not really interested in only a sexual relationship so he never asked you for anything more than a kiss or a embrace. Dooku was more interested in mental connexion. He loved to have someone sweet at his manor to warmth his life and having deep and interesting conversations. And being able to pamper someone was a appreciable feeling.

An usual evening began with a nice dinner when you'll talk to him about your day or you week. Then you two would go in your favorite living room to talk with a tea or a glass of alcohol. Sometimes, instead of just holding his hand, you were lying in his arms, him gently stroking your hairs.

You never travels out of the planet, you were safer on Serenno. But he wished to travel with you across the galaxy to show you all her beauties. Instead, he try to brings you local things that you might like.

Dooku was such a gentle and an interesting man. He makes you laugh and always taught you stories from his youth.

Sometimes you barely saw him for days. You know it's because of the war. He never talks with you about that tho. And he always apologize of his absences with gifts and quality time.

With him being a force sensitive, you begged him to tells you about the force and to demonstrate his powers. One time he lifted you up with the force to made you sit on his lap. You absolute loved it.

You two growing closer as time pass. It wasn't really love but more of a mutual affection. And you both truly cared for each other.