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stylesispunk · 4 months ago

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"Silent Strain" | Last part

Outbreak!Joel miller x f!reader

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summary: Joel and you knew that bringing a child into this mad world was a mistake, but he wanted to give you the best that was left of that world, and perhaps he did.

w.c: 9k>

warnings: established relationship, age gap (Joel is 43 and Reader 32) angst, fluff, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions death, not proofreading.

a/n: Before continuing to write or post anything else, I had to end this story. I don't know if this end makes justice or if it meets the standards I had settled myself for this. I don't know why it was so hard for me to express myself during this week, perhaps I need a break from thinking. I hope you like it. Thank you for your support. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Happy reading.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

It was one of those night when the weight of this endless agony you called life, was keeping you at edge, only the dim lights of the QZ casting long shadows across the small room you and Joel shared, with only the sounds beyond the window were the only noise breaking the suffocating silence that had enveloped you and Joel.

Joel was sitting on the edge of the bed, fixing his boot or fidgeting with his knife, something to keep his hands busy while the silence threatened to consume him too.

You rolled over onto your side, watching him, your thoughts a jumble of questions you couldn’t quite keep to yourself.

“Joel?” you murmured softly.

“Hmm?” His voice was gruff, low, as if he wasn’t really sure how to act around you yet.

“What do you think the world would’ve been like, if it hadn’t ended?” you asked, your voice tinged with curiosity and longing. “What would’ve happened to us? To you? To me?”

Joel’s hands stilled; the rhythm of his movements broken by your question. He didn’t answer right away, his shoulders tensing as he mulled it over. Finally, he exhaled, turning to look at you.

“Don’t reckon I know,” he said, his tone cautious. “Never been much for what-ifs.”

That’s it. The avoiding in his tone. All over again. You hate it. Ever since he had kissed you, you thought things would change but he still got this wall built around him.

“But you must’ve thought about it,” you pressed, propping yourself up on one elbow. “What you’d be doing. Where you’d be. Would we have even crossed paths?”

The question hung heavy in the air between you. Joel’s expression softened, but his brow furrowed, as if the thought of it pained him. He finally moved closer, sitting on the edge of the mattress, his knee brushing yours.

“I don’t think we would’ve,” he admitted quietly. “Different lives. Different paths.”

You swallowed hard, the idea of never meeting him leaving a strange ache in your chest. “Then what do you think would’ve been of me?”

Joel’s gaze locked onto yours, the intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. “I don’t know what would’ve been of you,” he said, his voice steady but filled with a quiet certainty, “but I know what’s been of me since I met you.”

Your lips parted, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. There was softness, but tinted by the nostalgic memories that seemed flashing before his eyes.

“My world was done for,” he continued, his hand brushing yours, calloused fingers grazing your soft skin. “Ended the day the outbreak happend. Then you came along... and it started again.”

His words were simple, but they carried the weight of everything he wasn’t saying, the pain, the loss, the hope he didn’t think he’d ever feel again.

Your heart twisted, a lump forming in your throat as you reached out, your fingers curling around his hand. “Joel,” you whispered, his name feeling heavier on your tongue than ever before.

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “A world without you... that ain’t a world I’d want, no matter how it looked.”

You leaned into him then, pressing your forehead against his shoulder, finding comfort in the solidness of him. His arm came up to wrap around you, pulling you close.

“Maybe the world ending wasn’t all bad,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shirt.

Joel chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Don’t go romanticizin’ it, darlin’,” he teased lightly, but there was a warmth in his voice that told you he understood exactly what you meant.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, your hand still resting over his. The words were on the tip of your tongue, heavy and raw, but they demanded to be said. Your voice trembled as you spoke, but you didn’t care if it made you seem weak, it was the truth.

“I feel the same, Joel,” you said softly, your gaze steady despite the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Now that I’ve found you… I don’t know if I could survive losing you.”

Joel’s expression faltered, the tough exterior he always wore cracking just enough for you to see the man beneath it, the man who had carried so much pain and loss, and yet somehow, against all odds, had let you in. His jaw tightened as if he was trying to fight off the emotion welling up inside him, but his eyes gave him away. There was a flicker of something, perhaps love.

Joel was madly in love with you.

He reached up, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “You won’t lose me.” he said.

He promised.

The memories of Joel felt so vivid right now. They felt like you were back there at the QZ wrapped around his arms, with him whispering things because he learned romanticism with you. How to take care, how to love, how to protect. You almost felt his lips on your temples, his breath on your neck, his hands roaming all over you. The kisses, the countless nights bare after making love.

It felt like the string had been pulled off and cut.

It hit you again, the chances of losing him were always there, but now. You couldn’t bear the thought of that chance becoming a reality.

The throbbing in your skull was the first thing you felt as you regained consciousness. You blinked, trying to piece together the blurry shapes around you, the hazy edges of the room sharpening into focus. The familiar warmth of Jackson’s walls surrounded you, but something felt terribly, painfully wrong.

Joel wasn’t there.

And then it hit you, all at once, like a freight train—the knock at the door, the words Tommy had spoken, the devastating reality you had been trying to deny. It wasn’t a dream. It was real. Every bit of it.

Your chest tightened, rage bubbling up from the pit of your stomach. You sat up abruptly, ignoring the ache that screamed through your body, and scanned the room. Maria was standing near the doorway, her arms crossed, concern etched into her face. Tommy sat in a chair across from you, his elbows on his knees, his face heavy with guilt.

“Where is he?” you demanded, your voice trembling, not with fear, but with fury.

Tommy’s eyes lifted to meet yours, and that was all it took. That look, the regret, the helplessness. It ignited something primal in you. You pushed yourself to your feet, the room swaying for a moment before you found your balance.

“Where the hell is he, Tommy?” you repeated, louder this time.

He didn’t answer fast enough. Or maybe he did, but you didn’t want to hear it. The rage boiling inside you took over, and before you could think, your fist connected with his jaw.

“Damn it!” Tommy staggered back, holding his face as Maria rushed forward, grabbing your arm. “Stop it!” she snapped, her voice firm but not unkind.

You yanked your arm away from her grip, glaring at Tommy with tears burning in your eyes. “You idiot!” you shouted, your voice cracking. “You put his life on risk!”

Tommy straightened, his hand still pressed to his jaw, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. His face was a mix of guilt, anger, and something softer,understanding. He didn’t fight back. He didn’t even raise his voice.

“I know,” he said finally, his voice low but steady. “You think I don’t know that?”

Maria stepped between the two of you, her hand on your arm, trying to calm the storm brewing inside you. “Listen to me,” she said firmly.

“No” you interruped. “I’m going to look for him by myself,” you said, your voice sharp and unwavering.

Maria stepped forward, her face showed frustration “You can’t just go out there alone,” she argued. “And what about Rosie? What if something happens to her while you’re gone?”

Her words made you falter for the briefest moment. Rosie, your everything, your reason for holding on. The thought of leaving her behind, even for a moment, felt like carving out a piece of your soul. But the image of Joel out there, possibly hurt, possibly worse, pushed any hesitation aside.

You turned to Maria, your gaze sharp as steel. “Well,” you snapped, your voice trembling with barely restrained fury, “at least do something useful now and take care of her.”

Maria’s mouth opened to respond, but you didn’t give her a chance. You were already moving, grabbing your things. Your gun, your backpack, your jacket while walking towards the door.

Tommy moved to block your path, his hand outstretched. “You don’t even know where to start lookin’,” he said, desperation creeping into his voice. “You go out there blind, and you’re just gonna get yourself killed.”

You squared your shoulders, meeting his eyes with a glare that could cut through stone. “I’ll start where I need to,” you said coldly. “I’ll figure it out. Because sitting here, doing nothing, isn’t an option.”

Rosie’s faint coo from the other room made your chest tighten, a stark reminder of what you were risking. But in your heart, you knew this wasn’t just about Joel. It was about all of you—your family, your survival, your love.

Maria’s voice softened, though her resolve didn’t waver. “Think about her,” she said gently. “If you don’t come back, what happens to Rosie? You’re all she has.”

You hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on you. But the memory of Joel’s face, the way he looked at you like you were his entire world, burned brighter.

“I am not all she has,” you said quietly, almost to yourself. “She still has her father”

Without waiting for another argument, you shoved past Tommy and Maria, stepping out into the cold, unforgiving world beyond Jackson’s walls. Your heart raced as the wind bit at your skin, but your mind was set. Joel was out there, somewhere, and you’d tear the world apart to bring him home.

As you stood at the front door of your home, the cold wind biting at your cheeks, you turned back to face them one last time. Tommy and Maria both looked at you, their expressions a of concern, frustration, and fear. You tightened your grip on your gun, the weight of your determination solid in your chest.

“If I see Paul…” your voice was low, trembling with barely contained rage. “It’s over for him.”

The room seemed to still at your words. Tommy’s jaw tightened, his eyes searching yours, as if looking for a way to talk you down from the ledge you were standing on. But there was nothing he could say that would douse the fire burning inside you.

“Don’t do somethin’ you can’t come back from,” Tommy warned, his voice softer now, almost pleading.

You scoffed, the sound bitter and sharp. “I already told you,” You said, stepping out the door, “there’s no coming back from this.”

Maria stepped forward; desperation etched into her features. “Think about Rosie,” she said, her voice cracking. “Think about what kind of world you want her to grow up in.”

You froze for a moment, Maria’s words slicing through you like a knife. But instead of wavering, they only steeled your resolve. “I am thinking about her,” you said coldly, not turning back. “And I won’t let this world take Joel from her.”

With that, you walked into the sunset, the weight of your promise heavy on your shoulders. The faint cries of Rosie echoed faintly from behind the door, and for a brief moment, your steps faltered. But the thought of Joel out there, possibly alone and hurt, propelled you forward. Paul’s face flashed in your mind like a target, and you clenched your jaw.

If Paul crossed your path, it wouldn’t be a question of mercy. It would be the end.

“I don’t care about the damn rules!” you yelled, your voice cracking as frustration and panic clawed at your chest. “Open the gates, or I’ll climb over myself!”

The guards hesitated, murmuring to one another, when Tommy appeared at your side. His boots thudded against the ground as he strode up, his expression hard as he met you gaze.

“Open the damn gates,” Tommy ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

“But—” one of the guards started to protest, only to be silenced by Tommy’s glare.

“I said open them!” Tommy snapped. “We’re wastin’ time.”

Your mouth opened as his ordered the guards. The gates creaked and groaned as they slowly opened, and you didn’t waste a second. You stormed through, your riffle secure in your grip, and your heart racing against your ribcage.

Tommy caught up quickly, falling into step beside you. “You aren’t doing this alone” he said, his tone softer now but still carrying an edge of frustration.

He had spending years trying to kept his humanity, but as the tables had turned, he felt the need to gave up and doing justice with his own bared hands.

You didn’t respond, your jaw set tight as you pushed forward, the snow crunching beneath your boots. The wind bit at your face, but the fire in your chest burned hotter than the icy chill around you. All you cared about was finding Joel, bringing him back, and making whoever was responsible pay.

"He’s my brother," Tommy said noticing your demeanor, his voice steady but carrying the weight of years of shared pain and loyalty. "We’re both doin’ this, like it or not."

After a while, Tommy broke the silence. “Look, I know you’re angry,” he said, his voice softer now, almost apologetic. “Hell, I’m angry too. But you can’t let it eat you alive. Joel wouldn’t-”

“Don’t tell me what Joel would or wouldn’t want,” you snapped, cutting him off. “You’re not the one bleeding out in the snow because someone decided to make a point. You’re not the one…” Your voice cracked, and you stopped walking, pressing a hand to your chest as the weight of it all threatened to crush you. “You’re not the one who might…might not make it back.”

Tommy stopped beside you, his expression softening. “He’s tough,” he said quietly.

You turned to him, your eyes burning with unshed tears. “It’s cold Tommy,” you sobbed “I can’t lose him, Tommy,” you whispered. “I can’t. He’s…he’s everything.”

Tommy glanced at you, his brow furrowing. “I know,” he replied softly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head, your voice gaining strength. “I don’t think you really understand. Joel… he’s the reason I keep going. The reason I survived what I went through before Jackson. He gave me a reason to live again.”

Tommy’s expression softened, but he remained quiet, letting you speak.

“Rosie… Ellie… I love them with all my heart. But Joel? He’s… he’s my heart,” you continued, your voice trembling. “I love him in a way I didn’t think I was capable of after everything that happened. If he’s hurt or worse, and I didn’t do everything in my power to find him, I don’t think I could live with myself.”

Tommy stopped walking for a moment, his hand lightly gripping your arm to halt you as well. You turned to face him, your emotions raw and exposed.

“I know my brother can be stubborn,” Tommy said, his voice low and steady. “But he loves you just as much, if not more. And if he’s out there, we’re gonna bring him back. Together.”

His words brought a brief flicker of hope, and you nodded, swallowing hard. Then, without another word, the two of you pressed on, the snow falling softly around you.

The forest seemed endless; the towering trees shrouded in shadows as the two of you trudged forward. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a branch made your hand tighten on the gun, your senses on high alert. Tommy kept pace beside you, his silence heavy but steadying in its own way.

The night enveloped the landscapes and the moonlight already filtered through the branches, casting an eerie glow over the snow-covered ground. The cold bit at your face, but you barely felt it, your thoughts consumed by Joel.

“How far do you think he could’ve gone?” you asked, your voice strained, breaking the suffocating silence.

Tommy hesitated before answering. “Depends on what he ran into. Joel’s smart… if he’s injured, though, he wouldn’t make it far without help.”

The thought of Joel hurt and alone twisted like a knife in your chest. “He wouldn’t just leave. Not without trying to come back,” you said firmly, as if saying it aloud would make it true.

Tommy gave you a sidelong glance. “He wouldn’t,” he agreed. “But sometimes out here, things happen that we can’t control.”

His words hit harder than you wanted to admit, but you swallowed the lump in your throat and pressed on.

The two of you continued, the silence punctuated only by the sound of snow crunching beneath your boots. Then, up ahead, you noticed something, a faint trail leading off to the left.

“What’s that?” you asked, stopping abruptly and pointing.

Tommy crouched down, his gloved hand brushing over the disturbed snow. “Tracks,” he confirmed, his voice tense. “Could be his.”

Your heart leaped, and without thinking, you started forward, your pace quickening.

“Wait!” Tommy called, grabbing your arm. “We don’t know what’s ahead. Could be anything.”

“I don’t care,” you snapped, pulling your arm free. “If there’s a chance it’s him, I’m not waiting around.”

Tommy sighed, his shoulders tense, but he didn’t argue further. Instead, he adjusted his rifle and fell in step behind you.

The tracks led deeper into the woods, winding through dense thickets and over uneven terrain. The farther you went, the more your heart raced, a mixture of fear and hope driving you forward.

Finally, you came to a clearing, the moonlight illuminating what lay ahead. Your breath caught in your throat.

There, slumped against a tree, was a figure. Your heart clenched as you broke into a run, Tommy shouting your name behind you.

“Joel” you whispered into the night as you dropped to your knees beside him.

He was barely conscious, his face pale, blood staining his jacket. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, and a weak, pained smile tugged at his lips.

“My baby” he rasped, his voice barely audible.

Tears streamed down your face as you cupped his cheek, your fingers trembling. “I’ve got you,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Tommy knelt beside you, already assessing Joel’s injuries. “We need to get him back to Jackson. Now.”

You nodded. “We’re not losing you,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the tears.

Joel’s hand weakly reached for yours, his eyes seemed heavy with exhaustion. When his gaze met yours, and a faint smile flickered across his lips despite the pain. “I needed to see you,” he murmured again, his hand weakly lifting to rest over yours. “Needed to know you were okay. That Rosie… Ellie… they’ll have you. Tommy’ll take care of y’all.”

“Stop it,” you choked, tears streaming down your face as you clung to him. “We’re getting you back to Jackson. Tommy and I-we’re going to fix this. You’re going to be okay.”

Joel’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing weakly against your hand. “You’re stronger than you think, darlin’. Always have been. But sometimes… sometimes you gotta let go.”

“Don’t ask me to do that,” you pleaded, your voice breaking.

“You can,” he interrupted, his voice firm despite the weakness in his body.

Tommy’s voice cut in, tight with urgency. “We don’t have time for this. He’s fading fast. We need to move now.”

Joel’s eyes filled with tears, the sight of them breaking something deep inside you. His lips trembled as he tried to utter a word, but the words seemed caught in his throat.

“Don’t you dare to close your eyes, baby,” you pleaded, your voice raw and desperate as you held his face between your hands, your thumbs brushing over the scruff of his jaw. “We’re gonna leave Jackson, Joel. We’ll get that farm you wanted. We’ll watch Rosie grow up happy. We’ll get older together.”

“You make it sound so easy,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It is easy,” you insisted, though your tears betrayed your own doubts. “You just have to stay with me, Joel.”

Joel’s hand lifted, trembling, to rest against yours on his face. His eyes closed for a moment, as if drawing strength from your touch. When he opened them again, there was a flicker of something there.

"Who did this?" you asked, your voice trembling with rage as you looked between Joel and Tommy. The words clawed their way out of your throat, sharp and raw, demanding answers.

Joel’s head lolled slightly, his strength waning, but his hand gripped yours weakly, trying to ground you. He didn’t speak, his face twisting in pain and something that looked like shame.

Tommy hesitated, his jaw tightening as he glanced at Joel, then back at you. “Could’ve been raiders. Could’ve been Paul.”

“Paul,” you hissed, the name like venom on your tongue. The fire inside you ignited, blinding and all-consuming. “If it was him—”

“Don’t,” Joel rasped, his voice barely audible but firm. His eyes opened just enough to meet yours, a flicker of desperation shining through the pain. “Don’t… go down that road.”

You shook your head, the fury boiling over. “He did this, Joel. I know it. And if I find him-”

“No,” Joel interrupted, his voice hoarse but unyielding. His grip on your hand tightened just slightly, as if begging you to listen. “Don’t give him… the satisfaction. Don’t lose yourself.”

Tears blurred your vision as you knelt closer to him, your forehead pressing against his. “He hurt you, Joel.”

Joel’s breath hitched, and his eyes glistened as he whispered, “You’re better than that. Better than me.”

The weight of his words crushed you, but the rage remained, burning in your chest, threatening to consume you. Tommy placed a steadying hand on your shoulder, his voice low. “

Tommy’s voice broke through the moment, urgent and filled with worry. “We’ve got to move now. He’s losin’ too much blood.”

You nodded, your focus never leaving Joel as you and Tommy worked together to support him. But as soon as you started walking, a bubble of rage consumed you, burning your chest.

You stopped in your tracks.

"Tommy, take him back to Jackson," you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

Tommy froze, his eyes narrowing as the weight of your words hit him. “What’re you sayin’?”

You turned to him, your jaw clenched, eyes ablaze with fury and determination. “You know what I mean.”

Tommy shook his head, his face a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “You’re not thinkin’ straight. This ain’t the way.”

Your gaze hardened, your fists clenching at your sides. “It’s the only way, Tommy. Take him back. Make sure he gets home safe.”

Tommy hesitated, looking between you and Joel. Joel, who was barely hanging on, his face pale, his breathing shallow. Then Tommy’s expression shifted, his jaw tightening as he realized there was no talking you out of it.

He let out a sharp exhale, his voice quiet but firm. “If you’re gonna do this… make sure he doesn’t come back.”

The words sliced through you, and for a moment, everything felt too real. You glanced at Joel, his eyes fluttering open for just a second, his lips moving faintly as if to protest.

But you couldn’t falter now.

“I will,” you said, your voice cold and resolute.

Tommy stepped forward, carefully lifting Joel’s arm over his shoulder. Joel weakly muttered something incoherent, but you couldn’t let yourself linger. You turned away, gripping your gun tighter, the rage and purpose consuming every other thought.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Tommy called out after you, his voice tinged with worry.

“I’ll finish this,” you replied without looking back.

As they disappeared into the distance, you turned on your heel, the fire in your chest burning hotter with each step. You didn’t even feel the cold anymore; all you felt was the rage coursing through you.

“Paul!” you shouted into the empty woods, your voice echoing into the silence. Your hands gripped your gun tightly, the weight of it grounding you. “You wanted me—here I am!”

There was no immediate response, but you didn’t stop. You kept walking, scanning the trees, your every nerve on edge.

“Come out and face me, you coward!” you yelled again, your voice breaking with fury.

A branch cracked in the distance, and your eyes snapped toward the sound. Your heart raced as a figure emerged from the shadows. Paul. His smirk was as cold and calculating as you remembered, his weapon slung lazily over his shoulder.

“Finally,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Took you long enough.”

You raised your rifle, your hands steady despite the storm raging inside you. “You don’t get to walk away from this.”

Paul laughed, a low, menacing sound. “And what’s the plan, sweetheart? I’ve already taken plenty from you.”

Your grip tightened, your finger hovering over the trigger.

"I told you, Joel wasn't strong as it seems I made sure that wound would kill him" he said, as he thought he was stating a fact.

“I told you,” he sneered, his smirk widening. “Joel wasn’t as strong as he seemed. I made sure that wound would kill him.” His voice dripped with malice, his arrogance filling the air between you.

Your grip on the gun tightened, your knuckles whitening as the rage coursed through you. “You don’t know him,” you said, your voice low and trembling with restrained fury. “Joel’s stronger than you’ll ever be.”

Paul laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Stronger? He couldn’t even protect you. And now? He’s as good as dead. Just like I planned.”

You took a slow, deliberate step forward, your gun still raised and aimed squarely at his chest. “You’re wrong,” you said through gritted teeth. “Joel’s alive. And he’s safe because he has something you’ll never understand, people who love him. People who will fight for him.”

Paul’s smirk faltered for a moment, but his bravado returned quickly. “Is that so?” he taunted. “And what about you, huh? Gonna kill me for him? Go ahead. Prove me right, you’re just like the rest of us.”

For a moment, the weight of his words threatened to pull you under. The line between justice and vengeance blurred, the fire inside you demanding retribution. But then you saw Joel’s face in your mind, his voice whispering the same plea he had before.

Don’t let it take you.

You exhaled sharply, your finger trembling on the trigger. “You think you’ve won, but you’re wrong,” you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your chest. “Joel’s alive, and you’ll never break us.”

Paul’s smirk twisted into a snarl as he took a step forward. “You don’t have it in you,” he spat. “You’re weak, just like him.”

Without hesitation, you fired a warning shot into the ground at his feet, the sound echoing through the trees. Paul flinched, his bravado faltering as his eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m not weak,” you said firmly, your voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “But I’m not like you, either.”

You kept the gun trained on him as you backed away, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m relieved, Paul,” you said, your voice soft but cutting like a blade. “Relieved your wife and daughter are gone. Because it’ll make me a hero to send you to join them.”

His smirk faltered, his confidence cracking for the first time. He opened his mouth to speak, but the cold finality in your words left him momentarily speechless.

“Go ahead,” he finally managed, though his voice had lost its edge. “Do it. You’ll prove you’re no better than me.”

You stepped closer, the barrel of your gun now level with his chest. “I’m better than you because I fight for the people I love,” you hissed. “You have no one”

For a moment, the air between you was still, heavy with tension, the world holding its breath. Then you lowered your weapon, your decision made.

“You don’t get to win,” you said firmly. “Not like this.”

Paul’s laugh returned, but it was weaker now, tinged with uncertainty. “You’re letting me go?” he said mockingly.

But before he could continue, the sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the cold, silent woods. Paul staggered backward, his eyes wide with shock and pain as he crumpled to the snowy ground. The crimson stain spread quickly across the pristine white snow, a grim reminder of what you’d just done.

You stood frozen for a moment, your gun still raised, your breath forming frantic puffs in the icy air. You lowered the gun slowly, your fingers stiff from the cold and the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to look away from the body. You weren’t proud of what you’d done. This wasn’t who you wanted to be, but the mere thought of losing Joel, of seeing his life slip away because of Paul’s madness, had driven you to the edge. And you’d stepped over it.

Your feet pounded against the icy ground as you ran back toward Jackson, your lungs burning with every sharp intake of the cold air. You didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, even as your legs begged for rest. Every step was fueled by a single, desperate thought.

Joel, Joel, Joel

By the time you reached the Jackson, your heart was hammering so loudly in your chest that you could barely hear the world around you. You walked through the doors, running towards your house, the warmth inside contrasted the freezing outdoors. Tommy was standing near the door, his hand on his hair, his expression unreadable as his eyes met yours.

“Is he-?” you gasped, barely able to get the words out.

Tommy stepped forward, his hand gripping your shoulder firmly. “He’s hangin’ on,” he said, his voice low but steady. “He’s fightin’. Doc’s with him now.”

Relief washed over you in a wave, but it didn’t erase the worry gnawing at your insides. “Can I see him?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Tommy hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Go ahead. But he’s out cold. Just... be there for him.”

You didn’t wait for another word. You moved past Tommy and into the room where Joel lay. The sight of him stopped you in your tracks. He was pale, his face drawn with pain even in unconsciousness. His shirt was gone, replaced by clean bandages wrapped tightly around his torso. The sight of the bloodstained rags on a nearby table made your stomach churn, but you forced yourself to focus on the steady rise and fall of his chest.

You stepped closer, your hands trembling as you reached for his. “Hey,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I’m here.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. His skin was cool to the touch, but the faint warmth radiating from him eased the knot of fear in your chest just a little. You lingered there, your lips brushing against his brow as if your touch alone could bring him back to you.

“I’m here, Joel,” you repeated, your voice trembling as you fought to keep the tears at bay. “I’m not going anywhere. You hear me? You promised me that farm, remember? And I’m holding you to it.”

The words felt fragile as they left your lips, but speaking them out loud steadied you. You sank into the chair beside the bed, still clutching his hand. It was rough, calloused, familiar—the same hand that had guided you through so many dark moments, now limp and unmoving.

You swallowed hard, blinking back tears as you studied his face. His usually strong features looked so vulnerable now, and the sight made your heart ache. “You have to pull through this, Joel,” you murmured, your thumb brushing gently over the back of his hand. “I can’t do this without you.”

The room was quiet except for the soft crackle of the fireplace and the rhythmic sound of his breathing. For a while, you just sat there, clinging to his hand as if it were an anchor keeping you from drifting away. Your mind raced with everything you wanted to say, all the things you’d held back for too long.

“I was so scared,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “When I found you out there... I thought I’d lost you. And I don’t know what I’d do if I did.”

You reached out with your other hand, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’ve been my strength for so long, Joel. I need you to keep being that, okay? I need you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to believe that he could hear you, that somewhere deep inside, he knew you were there. You leaned your head against the edge of the bed, resting it against his arm as exhaustion and emotion threatened to overtake you.

“I love you,” you whispered, the admission soft but certain. “So much. And I’ll be here when you wake up. No matter how long it takes.”

The days blurred together in a haze of waiting, worry, and whispered words of encouragement. You stayed by Joel's side, unwilling to leave him even for a moment. The chair by his bed became your home, the steady rise and fall of his chest your only anchor.

Ellie came to the bedroom every day, always with Rosie in her arms. The toddler babbled endlessly, her bright energy a small beacon in the quiet room. Ellie would sit beside you, sometimes talking to Joel as if he could hear her, sometimes just watching him with sadness in her eyes.

"You know," Ellie said one afternoon, her voice soft as she adjusted Rosie in her lap, "he's too stubborn to go anywhere. I mean, this is Joel we're talking about. He doesn't give up."

You offered her a faint smile, your hand still resting on Joel's. "He better not," you said quietly, your voice tinged with exhaustion. "I won't let him."

Rosie reached out toward Joel, her tiny fingers brushing against his arm.

Ellie laughed softly. "Yeah, kiddo. Papa's just resting. He’ll wake up soon."

Hearing those words from her made your throat tighten. Ellie was trying so hard to stay strong, for you, for Joel, for Rosie. You reached over and squeezed her shoulder. "Thank you," you whispered.

Ellie shrugged, though her expression softened. "We’re a family," she said simply. "We don’t leave each other. That’s what Joel would say."

Rosie started to fuss, and Ellie stood, bouncing her lightly. "I’ll take her for a bit, give you some quiet time," Ellie said.

You nodded, watching as Ellie left the room, her murmured reassurances to Rosie fading down the hall. Alone again, you turned back to Joel, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his hand.

The passing days were agonizing, but you clung to hope. Ellie kept returning, always checking in on you as much as Joel. Sometimes she brought food, other times just her quiet presence.

One night, as you were lying beside Joel with your head on his chest, Ellie appeared in the doorway. She didn’t say anything, just stood there for a moment.

"You need to rest too," Ellie said, her voice soft but firm.

You turned your head slightly to look at her, exhaustion etched into every corner of your face. "I’m fine," you murmured, though the dark circles under your eyes and the slump of your shoulders betrayed your words.

Ellie stepped closer, leaning against the doorframe. "No, you’re not," she said bluntly, but there was no harshness in her tone, only concern. "Joel’s tough, but he wouldn’t want you running yourself into the ground for him."

You let out a shaky sigh, your fingers lightly tracing the back of Joel’s hand. "I can’t leave him, Ellie. What if he wakes up and I’m not here? What if..." Your voice cracked, the fear you’d been holding back spilling out in those few words.

Ellie crossed the room, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. She reached out, her hand lightly touching your arm. "You’re no good to him if you collapse," she said. "Go lie down for a couple of hours. I’ll stay here. Rosie’s already asleep, so it’s just us."

You hesitated, torn between the aching need to stay and the undeniable exhaustion pulling at you. "What if he—"

"I’ll wake you the second anything happens," Ellie interrupted. Her gaze was steady, a glimmer of the fiery determination that reminded you of Joel. "Promise."

Finally, you nodded, though it felt like your heart was being wrenched away. You pressed a kiss to Joel’s forehead, lingering there for a moment. "I’ll be right back," you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you were saying it for his sake or your own.

As you left the room, you glanced back to see Ellie sitting beside Joel, her hand resting on his arm. "You better wake up soon, old man," she muttered, her voice soft but resolute. "We need you."

The sound of boots on the wooden floor made you turn as you stepped out of the bedroom. Tommy stood in the doorway, his hat in his hands, his face shadowed with weariness. His eyes flicked to you, taking in the exhaustion you carried like a second skin, and then toward the closed door behind you, where Joel lay.

"You look like hell," Tommy said, his voice low but laced with concern.

You let out a tired chuckle, shaking your head. "Feel worse."

Tommy nodded, stepping inside and setting his hat down on the nearby table. He didn’t say anything for a moment, his hands fidgeting as though he wasn’t sure where to start. Finally, he looked up, his expression heavy with guilt. "I should’ve stopped him," he said. "I knew he was dangerous.”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the wall. "Tommy, it’s not your fault," you said, though the words felt hollow even to you. You’d been cycling through anger and guilt yourself, blaming everyone and no one at once. “Well...maybe it is but that’s not the main issue now.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Feels like it is. I’ve been tryin’ to keep people safe for so long, and when it came to my own damn brother..." His voice trailed off, and he looked away, his jaw tightening.

You stepped closer, your voice softening. "Joel made his choice, Tommy. Just like he always does. You know him—there’s no stopping him when he’s got his mind set on something."

Tommy met your gaze, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. "And what if this is the one time it costs him everything? What if I lose him for good this time?"

The question hung heavy between you, the weight of it settling in your chest like a stone.

"You’re not going to lose him," you said, though your voice wavered with the uncertainty you couldn’t fully hide. "He’s strong. He’s fighting. And we’re here, Tommy. That has to count for something."

Tommy nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. "I just..." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I can’t imagine a world without him, you know? He’s my brother, and I’ve already lost too much."

Your heart ached at his words because they mirrored your own fears, the ones you’d been trying to push down ever since Joel got hurt. "We’re not losing him," you repeated, more firmly this time.

Tommy straightened, his hands resting on his hips as he took a steadying breath. "You’re right," he said. "He’s too damn stubborn to give up."

A small, tired smile tugged at your lips. "Exactly."

Tommy looked toward the bedroom door, his expression softening. "He’s lucky to have you," he said.

As you paced the hallway with Rosie cradled in your arms, her soft weight against your chest was both comforting and heartbreaking. Joel’s daughter—your daughter. She was the perfect mix of the two of you, his deep brown eyes staring up at you with a look so familiar it made your chest ache.

“You know, baby girl,” you whispered, brushing a thumb over her tiny cheek, “your daddy... he’s the strongest man I’ve ever known.

“You’re his whole world, you know that?” you continued, shifting her slightly so you could press a kiss to her soft curls. “Even when he’s grumpy, even when he doesn’t say it... you’re everything to him.”

Her little face scrunched, and then the cries started—small at first, then growing louder, the kind of wail that tugged at your already frayed nerves.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmured, bouncing her gently. “I’ve got you, Rosie. Mama’s here.”

But she wasn’t calming down, her cries sharp and insistent. You tried everything—rocking, humming, even pressing her close to your heartbeat, but nothing seemed to work.

“Ellie!” you called out, desperation creeping into your voice.

Ellie appeared in the doorway, her hair a mess, her face tired but alert. Her eyes darted to Rosie, then to you. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said, your voice trembling. “I think she’s tired, or maybe hungry. I just—”

Ellie was already stepping forward, reaching for Rosie. “Here, let me.”

You hesitated for a moment but handed Rosie over, watching as Ellie cradled her with surprising ease. “Hey, squirt,” Ellie murmured, swaying gently as she bounced Rosie in her arms. “What’s all the fuss about, huh?”

The cries began to taper off, and Rosie stared up at Ellie with wide, curious eyes. Ellie grinned. “See? Told you. Magic touch.”

You let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through your hair. “Guess she likes you better right now.”

Ellie glanced at you, her expression softening. “She just knows her dad’s a fighter,” she said, her voice quiet. “And you... you’re keeping it all together for her. For him.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “I have to. For both of them.”

Ellie shifted Rosie slightly, holding her closer. “You need to rest more, ” she said firmly. “I mean it. Joel wouldn’t want you to burn out.”

“I can’t—”

“You can,” Ellie interrupted. “Rosie’s fine with me for a while. Go lie down. I’ll call you if anything changes.”

Her tone left no room for argument, and you knew she was right. With one last look at Rosie, you nodded, your exhaustion finally catching up to you.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I’ll rest besides him

“I’ll rest,” you said softly, glancing at Rosie one last time in Ellie’s arms. “But I’ll do it next to him.”

Ellie opened her mouth to protest, but you gave her a look that stopped her. She nodded reluctantly. “Alright. Just... take care of yourself too, okay?”

You gave her a faint smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “I will. Thank you, Ellie.”

Turning away, you walked back to the bedroom, the air feeling heavier with each step. The moment you entered, the sight of Joel lying so still in the bed nearly made you falter. But you forced yourself forward, the ache in your chest pulling you toward him.

Carefully, you eased yourself onto the bed beside him, mindful of the bandages and the bruises that marred his skin. Slowly, you rested your head on his chest, the faint, steady thrum of his heartbeat reassuring you that he was still here, still fighting.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you carefully draped your arm across his torso. Your fingers brushed against his side, and you held your breath, as if your warmth alone could coax him back to you.

“You feel that, Joel?” you murmured, your lips barely brushing against his collarbone. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You closed your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat guide your own. Tears slipped down your cheeks, soaking into his skin, but you didn’t care.

The room was silent except for the sound of your breaths mingling with his. You tightened your hold on him, as if your presence, your love, could anchor him to this world.

“I’m not giving up on you,” you whispered, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “So you can’t give up on me.”

And there, in the quiet of the night, you let exhaustion take over, your body curling closer to his, your heart willing his to keep beating, to find its way back to you.

It was a few hours later when Joel’s eyes fluttered open, the dim light of the room casting blurry shadows across the ceiling. His head pounded, and his body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and pain. He tried to piece together where he was, his mind foggy and disoriented.

The faint warmth of something pressed against him made him pause. Slowly, his senses sharpened, and he became aware of the steady rise and fall of his chest, accompanied by a gentle weight.

His gaze lowered, and there you were, curled up against him, your head resting on his chest, your arm draped over his torso.

His heart clenched. For a moment, he forgot about the pain, the fear, and the chaos that had brought him here. All he could focus on was you, your face, peaceful in sleep, your body pressed close to his as if you were holding him together.

Joel’s lips curved into a small, weak smile. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt something so grounding, so comforting.

He shifted slightly, trying not to wake you, though the movement made him wince. The sharp ache in his side reminded him of how close he had come to losing everything. His smile faltered, replaced by a deep, simmering gratitude.

You stirred at the slight motion, your fingers twitching against his side. Joel froze, watching as your eyes fluttered open, bleary and unfocused at first.

“Joel?” you whispered, your voice thick with sleep and disbelief. You sat up quickly, your hands gently cupping his face as your eyes searched his, tears pooling in your lashes.

“Hey,” he rasped, his voice hoarse but steady enough. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re squishin’ me.”

A choked laugh escaped you, half a sob, as you shook your head, tears spilling freely now. “You—oh my god, Joel—you’re awake.”

“Guess I am,” he murmured, his hand lifting weakly to brush a tear from your cheek. “What’d I miss?”

You laughed again, the sound trembling with relief as you leaned down, pressing your forehead to his. “You scared me,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

“I’ll try not to,” Joel muttered, his eyes softening as they locked onto yours. “Not sure I’ve got another one of those in me.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him fully, your hands still cradling his face. “I don’t care. You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

You held his gaze for a moment longer, as if trying to memorize the feeling of him here, alive, under your touch. The fear that had haunted you for the past few days seemed to melt away with the warmth of his presence, replaced by a deep, overwhelming relief.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, hesitant, as though you were both unsure if the moment was real. But as the seconds passed, the kiss deepened, fueled by the raw emotions that had been building since the moment you thought you might lose him.

His hand lifted slowly, weak but determined, to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer. His lips moved against yours, steady and grounding, as if he was trying to reassure both of you that everything would be okay.

You parted briefly, breathless, your foreheads still touching. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

You looked at Joel, a smile breaking across your face despite the lingering fear. "You must be thirsty, oh my god," you said, suddenly realizing how long it had been since he had been able to drink. "Ellie!" you called out, laughter bubbling in your chest. "Come here, he's awake!"

There was a pause before Ellie appeared in the doorway, her expression shifting from worry to disbelief as she saw Joel’s tired but very much alive face.

"Is he—?" she started, her voice trailing off, too stunned to finish the question.

You nodded, grinning from ear to ear. "He's awake."

Ellie's eyes softened, and she stepped into the room quickly, her face lighting up with relief as she moved toward the bed. “Joel,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Joel looked up at her, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his lips. “Guess I’m not dead yet,” he said, his voice hoarse but stronger now.

Ellie couldn’t help but laugh, brushing a tear from her cheek as she sat down beside him. “Damn, you really had us all worried, old man.”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, feeling the tension from the past few days start to ease. “You had me worried, Joel,” you said softly, your hand still resting against his chest.

Joel glanced at you, his gaze soft and sincere. “Sorry,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from disuse. “But I’m here now. And that’s all that matters.”

Ellie shifted, giving you both some space. "I'll go get some water," she said, already rising to her feet. "You two need it more than me right now."

You watched her leave, the weight of the last few days finally starting to lift. It was just the two of you now, and as Joel’s hand reached for yours, you realized you didn’t need anything else.

A few weeks had passed since Joel had woken up, and every day had been a reminder of how fragile everything was, but also how deeply you and Joel had fought to stay together. His strength slowly returned, and with each passing day, he was more and more like himself. His voice, though still raspy at times, was steadier.

This morning, as you stood at the window of your small home, watching the sun rise over Jackson, you felt a calm settle in your heart. You knew today would be different. You knew this was the day.

Joel entered the room behind you, his boots making soft noises on the wooden floor. He stepped up beside you, his hand reaching for yours, and as he stood next to you, you both watched the town slowly come to life.

"How are you feeling?" Joel asked, his voice low, but full of warmth.

"Good," you answered, smiling as you turned to face him. "Better than ever."

He squeezed your hand, a smile forming on his lips. "Ready for today?"

You met his gaze, the weight of the last few weeks finally hitting you. Everything had led to this moment. "I think I am," you said softly.

Later that day, in the warmth of the afternoon sun, the ceremony took place in the heart of Jackson. There wasn’t a big crowd, but the people who mattered were there—Ellie, Tommy, and a few of the others who had become your family in this broken world. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh earth, and the world felt peaceful in a way it hadn't in a long time.

You stood beside Joel, your heart racing as the small ceremony began. It was simple—a few words spoken by the person who’d been given the honor of marrying you both, followed by the exchanging of vows.

Joel’s voice was steady when he spoke, though there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he looked at you. "I don’t know what I would’ve done without you," he said, his words so raw, so honest. "I never thought I’d be standing here, but here we are. And I’m glad for it. You’re all I’ve ever wanted."

You smiled through the tears threatening to spill, squeezing his hand. "I was lost without you, Joel. You pulled me from the dark. And no matter what comes, I’ll always be by your side."

The vows were simple, but they were everything.

When the ceremony ended and the small group clapped softly, Joel turned to you, his hand sliding into yours as the others gathered around. His smile was brighter than you’d seen in weeks, a true reflection of how far he’d come.

"Guess we’re officially stuck with each other," Joel said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

You laughed, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

Joel's gaze softened, his thumb still gently stroking the back of your hand as he took a small step closer. The warmth of the sun seemed to pause for a moment, the world holding its breath as he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It was tender, a promise more than anything, a promise of love, of survival, and a future.

When he pulled back, his eyes held a depth that spoke volumes, and his voice was barely a whisper, but full of meaning. "I promise, no matter what comes, I’ll give you the best of me.”

You could feel the weight of those words settle in your chest, grounding you in a way nothing else could. In that moment, with Joel standing in front of you, the world seemed right again. The chaos, the pain, everything that had tried to pull you apart, faded into the background.

"I know you will," you whispered back, your voice thick with emotion. "And I’ll fight right alongside you."

He smiled, that crooked, half-smile that had become so familiar, and pulled you into his arms once more, holding you tight against his chest as if the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

And in that embrace, you realized something. In a world that had taken so much from the both of you, he had given you the best of this world.

And soon after you would leave to that farm...

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jinxs-gf · 8 months ago

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songs explain what I can’t.

best friend!jinx x musician!reader

summary: you’re writing a song to confess your feelings to your best friend. only it does the opposite and your best friend believes her feelings for you are unrequited.

content, warnings: pics have nothing to do w readers appearance. modern au, reader is in a band, slight misunderstanding

word count: 1.1k

a.n. another request!! thank you <3

Jinx watches as you announce a newly written song. You seem more nervous and jittery than you'd usually be when performing a new project for the first time. It makes Jinx anxious for you, wishing she could soothe away your clear distress. Only you wouldn't let her.

For the past few months you'd been trying to make the perfect song. At least that's what it felt like to her. You shut her down every time she asked about it.

Her best friend subtly pushed her away. And it was tearing her apart.

You were—are everything to her. She’s never loved someone as strongly as she loves you. Never been loved as strongly as you love her. Though you two feel different types of love. Yours more platonic compared to hers…

You two shared everything with each other. Secrets that hadn’t been uttered to anyone else, delicate touches and words of intimacy.

Jinx wasn’t sure where the line was between platonic and romantic. A friend and a partner.

She’s never truly had anyone that filled both those categories. So how was she supposed to know how to distinguish the two?

She came to the conclusion that your actions were merely platonic, convincing herself that no one could ever really like—love her enough to want something more.

And she was okay with that (not really).

The song you’re presenting a sound she hasn't heard before, at least not from you. It was softer and sweeter than your usual punk-rockish sound. And in another life she'd love it. But in this one?

Jinx hears the song and gets...sad. Because there's a name in there and it isn't hers. you're singing about being in love with a woman that isn't jinx. And now she isn't sure what to feel. What to think. Because-

She convinced herself that she was just fine with you thinking of her as a friend. But the song was about falling in love with a close friend. It seemed like a clear homage to your friendship. It sounded like it was a song written about her. Blue hair described and all. And it references moments only the two of you have shared. Yet you sing another name.

Why would you hide this from her? Why wouldn’t you let her in on this person? Why why why…

Jinx would praise you and claim to love the song once it was over. Your routine after a performance was to run to her and engulf her in a big hug. Pouring all your adrenaline into the arms of your best friend. A hug that was oh so welcomed.

Her tattooed arms would squeeze you, while she hung onto the cloud of your affection and scent. A scent she’d admit she was probably weirdly obsessed with…

While you talked her ear off about how amazing the audience made you feel. Jinx loved listening to your post-performance talk sessions.

Every damn time without fail.

She’s not sure she can handle you going into detail about this new song though. It would surely break her. It’s okay, she reassures herself. Just try. Try to be supportive about this. Like you always do.

She holds her breath the moment the set is over. And as expected, you run down the stage and straight to her.

Except your hug feels less excited…

Was it because of the person you wrote about in your song? Have you been pulling away because of them?

“So…what did you think?”

Jinx responds, overly enthusiastic, “amazing! Just like always. You sure have a way with words.” And the last bit sounded bitter.

It left a bad taste in your mouth.

You wince, “really? Was it that bad?” You feel the need to explain yourself, “listen, I’m sorry I’ve been pulling away. But I needed the song to be good. I needed to get my point across and I didn’t want you to find out because it would ruin-”

Jinx is aware that the last thing you need right now is attitude, but finds herself rolling her eyes anyways. Your words make her feel like you know how she feels towards you, and that makes her feel exposed.

She grows defensive.

“Didn’t want me to find out because what? Any excuse you try to give me won’t be a good enough answer. You should’ve just told me about this girl you’re so infatuated with instead of keeping secrets.”

You gape at her, your band mates had awkwardly ushered the crowd away, sensing the tension before the argument even started.

“I- what girl? Jinx, the song is about you.”

“…What?”

“I know the song doesn’t explicitly name you, but I thought it was…obvious. I don’t know.”

The song was about falling in love with a close friend. That close friend being her. You were singing about her. You’re in love with her.

Well at least that’s been cleared up but…Jinx still feels defensive. If not a little offended.

"Why not? You don't want people to know you love me?"

"Of course I want people to! But I didn't want you to know. Up until now I thought we were just friends and that...that's all you wanted from me. I thought that y’know, this would be a cool confession. If you hated it I could just be like ‘hey no worries, the song isn’t about you anyways’.” You shrug helplessly.

"Silly goose. Of course I want you as more than a friend! What about the endless gifts I handmade? And how touchy-feely I am? That's all reserved specifically for you."

"Well I don't know how you are around your other friends!"

"I don't have other friends."

"Oh...how was I-"

She gives you no time to formulate a sentence. Usually you'd be annoyed at your best friend for interrupting you, but when she does it like this? By kissing you? Yeah you could get around to liking it.

And Jinx would normally be annoyed at your rambling only because she couldn't shut you up with a kiss. Yes she loved listening to you talk but sometimes you needed to slow down a bit.

And she could finally do that.

It was hungry, she refused to pull away. Allowing herself to practically eat you alive after all the pining she’s had to endure, thinking it was all one sided. It left your breathless, she seemed pretty keen on not letting you go.

You reluctantly pull away, trying to give yourself time to process everything. So much has happened in so little time.

She chases your lips, clearly not satisfied with the time she’s had with her lips on yours.

You give yourself about 5 seconds to cool off from the very dizzying kiss before you're rambling again.

"I don't exactly feel special anymore. I thought you chose to hang out with me because you loved me more than your other friends. Now-"

"Shut up," and she's kissing you again.

hey jinx lovers :P it’s good to be back

#I haven’t written for my girl in forever!!!#I miss her #(I hate this sm but it’s okay)#jinx x reader #arcane jinx x reader #jinx x gender neutral reader #jinx x female reader #jinx x male reader #jinx x y/n #jinx x you #jinx fanfic #arcane x reader

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espinosaurusrexex · 5 months ago

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A degree? Who needs that anyway?

Boyfriend!Bucky x Female!Reader

summary: Bucky noticed you were exhausted during this time of the semester. Being the supportive golden retriever boyfriend he was, he just wanted to make you feel better. Unfortunately, his efforts only showed him how stressed you really were. So he vowed to support you through it all.

a/n: I have finally finished all my work and am back in business, baby! I'm so excited to spend the cozy season writing and posting again. Thank you for being so patient and supporting. I am so unbelievably grateful for this community. This is for all the academic girlies struggling through exam season like I do...

word count: 1.9k

warnings: feelings stress and not being enough, perfectionsim (and the pressure that comes with it), projecting self worth onto academic achievements, Bucky being adorable and supportive (perfect boyfriend alert!), just a whole lotta fluff

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝒄.𝒂𝒊 ✧*･ﾟ

You were stressed. Bucky knew it. Everyone was walking on eggshells around you, if - ever - you allowed yourself to step out of the apartment to see your friends or work your part-time job. He'd never seen you like this. You were a social butterfly, the total opposite of him with the ability to recharge when you were around the people you loved most. But for a month or so you'd been living the hermit life. And Bucky did not like it one bit.

It gave him an uneasy feeling, a squeeze to his heart, a hatred for anything that could potentially set you off. Because it was there - the potential. He was just waiting for it. For the shoe to drop, for you to break. For him to go on a rampage against all things bothering you.

He knew you were strong and stubborn, and that you hated to ask people for help. But there was only so much a person could endure. Hell, Bucky knew too well himself. Because he was the same. He hated asking for help - he hated accepting that he was bad at something. But this... just broke his heart.

He tried to take you out, to get you to eat with him - anything to get you back to your normal routines. But not even when he mentioned your favorite pastime activity did he get an enthusiastic smile out of you. That’s when he knew something was seriously wrong. Well, not something. He knew it was University. You’d complained about your professors at the beginning of the semester to him, how they were too ambitious for their own good and required a mountain of weekly readings not even that guy from Transformers could manage. Now... towards the end of the term, he saw how that ambition bled into your papers and final exams.

And Bucky? Well, he didn’t know how to act around you. It seemed like a silly selfish problem but normally you would be the one seeking contact and physical touch. He enjoyed it every time but he was just not good at initiating it himself. You’d seemed to shut him out completely. Working yourself away on your desk only to fall asleep on it and have Bucky carry you to bed. He hated seeing you like this.

He knew it wasn’t a permanent state - it couldn’t be. Because even though he considered you the strongest person he knew, there had to be a point at which even you broke.

And then, one day, it just happened. Without warning. Bucky hadn’t wanted to be right, so he had just ignored the thought of your breaking beneath all the pressure completely. And that was why he did not have as much as a hunch when you were talking over breakfast and the dam broke.

You had been up since well before Bucky had finally convinced you to eat with him. He’d even gone to your favorite bakery this morning to get the little pudding pastries you loved so much. And when he came back, he silently pulled your chair back and dropped you at the dining table. Everything seemed pretty good for a while. And then, out of nowhere, while Bucky was telling you about his trip to the Bakery, you had just started crying - hard.

Bucky had never seen so many tears. Not even when the wives of his fellow soldiers stood at the peer waving his comrades goodbye with white handkerchiefs. He shook the memory away. He thought the amount of tears quite impossible with the neglect of drinking water he had witnessed over the past week but they just kept coming. And Bucky wanted to hold you but something told him it wouldn't help one bit.

You were sobbing into your hands drawing in shaky breaths as you hid your face from him and everything inside him began to scream. Scream at him for sitting there frozen like an idiot and screaming at all the professors who deserved nothing more than a good punch in their oh so intelligent faces.

"It's just all too much. I’m so exhausted, Bucky.” A trembling breath that was muffled by your hands pressing into your mouth. Bucky was raging, but he let you continue. “And I hate that... I hate that I let this consume so much of my time and ...me. I hate that I let it affect me so much when I’m at the point at which I don't even know if it's worth it anymore.”

Bucky drew in a sharp breath at that statement. You had been working so hard, dedicated so much time and effort to work toward a goal he wanted you to achieve as much as you wanted to initially. To hear you doubt yourself broke his heart into a million pieces. He knew you were capable of it, but something told him not to say that just now. It was then you finally lifted your face and let your reddened eyes search for his. His fingers itched to touch your face. Why didn’t he do so?

“And it doesn’t help that everyone believes in me you know?” He nodded, though he didn’t quite understand. “I love each of my friends but every person that tells me they believe in me and how they don’t even doubt I’ll make it adds more pressure on top of the standard I set for myself.”

This was it. This was the moment he needed to touch you. Bucky rose from his chair and knelt down beside yours. His warm hand reached up toward your face and you immediately fell into his embrace. Your forehead pressed into his muscular shoulder, your arms reached around him and his entire body felt tingly as relief flooded through it.

"I am so scared I'm going to fail.” You exhaled into his shirt as his hand gently stroked your back. He wanted to tell you how failing wasn’t bad. How much he would love you regardless and how stupid a dumb degree was anyway. He wanted to kiss you and whisper against your skin how you could excel at everything you tried by simply being yourself because, for Bucky, you were the epitome of perfection.

But he didn’t do any of it. Because he also knew how important this was for you. Even if you were questioning if anything was worth it at this point - it definitely wasn’t in his eyes if it meant seeing you so crushed by something as trivial as a file on your computer - Bucky knew he’d help you walk through a hurricane if that was what you needed from him. Hell, he’d gladly do so if it would bring your beautiful smile back to your face. This degree felt really close to what he imagined walking through a hurricane to be like right about now. And he thought that he would never want one himself if this was what you had to go through in order to get it. Besides, who needed a degree anyway? Back in his day, you weren’t more special for it. Being a soldier did the job just fine... then again, that was probably worse than the hurricane thing. Focus Bucky.

Bucky pulled back and kissed your tears off your face and then he pressed one more kiss to your salty lips for good measure. Yes, he’d do anything for you - degree or not.

“What can I do to help you, love? I hate seeing you like this.” He froze for a second in fear of adding more pressure by expressing his sadness. And surely, you just started crying harder as your face fell forward again. Oh no, Bucky thought.

“I-“ you hick-uped, “I don’t know.” Seriously where did you get all that water from? “I love you so much. And I appreciate you so much and I know you want to comfort me but if we were to cuddle for an hour I would just stress myself out about the time I could spend studying - even if all I wanna do is cuddle you.” The stream didn’t stop when you cried harder. “And I hate that!”

Bucky nodded frustrated. "I love you too.” And then he cradled your head with his metal hand.

For a good minute, you just stayed like this. Bucky pressed you deeper into his chest until your sobs slowly died down and your stuffy breathing became steadier. He kissed your hair just to stroke over it again and then kiss it once more. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he did something that relaxed you a little. And even though you had just cried a river in your kitchen, you were so much calmer than before.

You sniffled adorably when you looked up at him after some time. “Just know I know how difficult I am right now. I cannot wait for this to be over. It’s just... I don’t even know how to take care of myself right now, I can’t possibly know how to include you in this as well.” A final tear fell and Bucky was fast to wipe it away. “But I am so glad you’re here.”

“Okay, I understand.” He answered and hugged you again, vowing to initiate daily cuddle/relief breaks from here on out. There wasn’t much he could do, he knew that and hated it too. If he could, he would write your papers for you, but Bucky was convinced he was not nearly smart enough for that, so anything else had to make do. He’d keep the apartment clean so you had a good atmosphere to learn, he’d make sure you slept and ate on time, and he’d supply all the love you deserved regardless of exam season. “And you just know that I will be here for you, patiently waiting until you have the capacity to include me again.” He pushed your hair from your forehead and kissed you sweetly. “I will support you in everything you do...” Another kiss, this one, you reciprocated. “Always.” And another long, warm lasting kiss to seal his promise. “If you promise me one thing... one thing only,” he whispered.

“What is it?” You whispered back.

“Promise to let me take care of you. I know you would spend 25 hours in a day studying if it were possible, but you can't keep it up like this.” He nodded. “Let me make sure you have the headspace for all your studying. Don’t deny my bringing you food, or dragging you to bed. And collect at least three kisses and one hug every day for emotional support,” he smiled faintly, a cheeky glimmer in his eyes that shone in yours as well.

“Okay, I promise.”

Bucky kissed you again, pressing your body against his with gentle strength. His heart began to beat faster when he felt your nails rake down his shoulders.

From then on Bucky would come up to you and hug you for a couple seconds, calling it ‘quick recharge’. He would hold you when you cried - but only when you cried because you needed to spend your dedicated hours of studying- holding you was for later. And then he would remind you to drink enough water after watching your tears soak into his shirt. But what he looked forward to the most, were the evenings when you would cuddle into his side in bed and let him lull you to sleep. He felt accomplished as he watched you relax outside the study schedule you set up with him, being able to fully be present when you ate together or went to bed. There were still rough times, but Bucky was there to hold you regardless, smiling at the fact that his touch could calm you down and that it would be over soon - and then he’d spend entire days making up for everything that fell short because of that viscous degree.

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 5 months ago

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HII you don’t have to do this and srsly I hope you day is amazing and GAHH IM SO SORRY IM SHY I’ve never requested anything before >0<

But I was wondering if it’s okay to request TFP yandere Arcee with a fem cybertronian reader? I just love my arcee content ghghgh

Love uuu 💕💕 (also sorry if this is a bother AA-)

NOT A BOTHER!!! I LIKE THIS REQUEST!!! \(@^0^@)/ I'm still working on a TFA request, the "Rebirth" TFO Optimus part 2 and I have many ideas to write! (╹ڡ╹ )

(TFP) Yandere!Arcee w/ Fem!Cybertronian!Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, typical violence from the show and a little bit more. Reader is female, cybertronian and an Autobot (and just an inch smaller than Arcee because I say so). Use of (Y/N). Cliffjumper was an ArceeReader shipper def def.

As I stated on a past post, my TFP Arcee is a violent yandere.

The suffering, the loss and the trauma has made her resent, hate and be stuck in her own cycle of grief, the anger boiling her energon and from time to time making her sight get blinded from the wrath and need to bring justice by her own servo against those who have hurt her - who have hurt the ones she loved and care for.

Arcee is a force that, while not may be the strongest, is still moving and always stands up, again and again. It's like a fire that can't be but off, growing again and again to burn everything in her path.

Everything - except you.

Precious you; one of her teammates that has been nothing but sweet, kind, patient and respectful with Arcee.

At first she tried to push you away, so she could be consumed by the fire of her wrath on her own.

But you kept trying and trying to reach for her - and you managed to make your way into her spark.

"Leave me alone, (Y/N)." Arcee growled, frowning as she clenched and unclenched her jaw, her servos, feeling like she was about to explode like a bomb.

With a concerned frown, you approach her slowly but making sure to make your steps be heard and slowly wrap your arms around her torso.

And the contact of your frame and her suddenly makes everything go silent for her.

And Arcee is surprised - since she lost Tailgate, everything became too loud. When she lost Cliffjumper, everything became too deafning it was making her go mad.

But with you... everything is quiet.

That long lost peace came back to her.

"Please, don't close off with that suffering from us, from me, Arcee." You say, nearly sounding pleading. Your helm rested against the back of hers. "You are important to us - to me. I can't stand and just... see you suffer by yourself. I won't ask you to forgive, to forget or - or anything. Just... let me stand by your side, please."

From that day on, Arcee felt like her spark and yours bonded; it was like whatever your spark felt, hers felt it too.

While she allowed to open herself, to vent and let out the sorrow she kept holding at the loss and grieving, healing from it and learning to let go of Tailgate's and Cliffjumper's death as you held her - her obsessive, violent love for you started to bloom.

The rest of the team at first were so happy to see you and her bonding, growing closer and see you getting to help Arcee to heal and move on.

But then things started to get... more concerning.

And you noticed it, too.

In the beginning you thought nothing about it - yes, Arcee was glued to you, but that's what friends do (even more at times of war). You brought her support, unconditional love and care. For Primus' sake, you and her started to fall in love! (It was there way before Cliffjumper's death - he was well aware of it, always teasing you and trying to get Arcee to develop a crush on you, too).

But... she would always act as a small barrier between you and the others. It was subtle and passive (slightly more aggressive with Smokescreen around, it didn't go well when he flirted a little with you when he arrived...)

And you finally understood how badly the situation was relating to Arcee when you were out on a mission with her.

"(Y/N)!!!" Arcee's scream made Bumblebee, Optimus, Smokescreen, and Bulkhead turn their helms at where Arcee and you were.

All of you got out on a mission after Ratchet managed to pin point a cave full of energon - if all of you wanted to get that energon back to the base, then you all needed as many servos as possible to carry it. But of course, the decepticons arrived in time with the same objective and a battle broke out.

The autobots got to take the majority of raw energon they could way before the decepticons arrived - and Optimus called for a retreat. But when you started to run towards the groundbridge, about to grab Arcee's servo so you two could run together and escape with the others, a still standing vehicon fired its weapon at you.

The shot reached your backplates, making you let out a pained cry as you fell to the ground. Arcee's wail was loud. And for her, everything started to go too slow.

Your expression of pain, your frame falling forward to the ground as your optics were locked with hers full of pain and already forming tears, the smoke coming from your injury, the weight of your frame falling into her arms, the shape of the vehicon with its weapon pointed at you...

Arcee saw nothing but red.

Arcee heard nothing but your cry, echoing inside of her systems, hurting her whole being as if she was the one injured.

The moment she heard the heavy steps of Bulkhead and Bee's beepings getting closer to where you two were, she got to let you kneeling on the ground, and when Bee was reaching for you to hold, Arcee allowed him to take her place... and started to run towards the vehicon.

Neither Bulkhead, Optimus nor Smokescreen got the opportunity to shoot at the vehicon when Arcee was already over them.

With the cry of a warrior, full of wrath and a burning despair, Arcee started to punch the vehicon, keeping it pinned on the ground harshly with one of her servos while she kept punching it with her other servo. Arcee kept screaming like a wounded animal, her optics holding nothing but the need to destroy, the need to kill. Her punches even broke the vehicon's faceplate and kept going to the point she started to splatter energon with each following punch.

The gory sight made the little remaining vehicons to retreat, too. Leaving their already lost teammate at the mercy of Arcee's hate.

When the offlined vehicon's faceplate was no longer recognizable and there was silence around her, Arcee stopped screaming and punching, catching her breath and staring down at the destroyed vehicon that dared to hurt you.

There was energon dirtying her servos, her frame, even a little bit her faceplate. Her throat felt raw for screaming that much and with such force.

The others were... frozen in place.

Arcee slowly turned towards her team, but they soon became blurred shapes when her attention was put on you. And she left the broken vehicon and ran towards you. Bee moved quickly away from you, and Arcee held you close to her.

"You'll be okay, (Y/N) - You'll be okay. You'll be okay." Arcee started to mumble, quick to carry you with her arms and servos and ran towards the groundbridge. "Don't worry, it's okay - you'll be okay. They can't hurt you anymore, I'll keep you safe. I'll avenge you."

You were still alive, the injury was not life treatening - hurtful, yes, but you'll live. But her muttering, her words, her promises... it made your spark twist, fearful. You could only stare up at Arcee with fear. The energon on her frame now dirtying you.

Back in the base, while Ratchet treated you and Arcee made you company, never letting go of your servo, the rest of the team quietly discussed about what just happened... about how destructive Arcee was, ending the life of the vehicon that got to hurt you in such a gruesome way, with her own servos.

Her love for you was too violent - she would destroy, burn and kill anything if it meant to keep you safe and sound. She was going to end everything before it takes you away from her.

I need Arcee to get me pregnant. ♪(´▽｀) Vhaos out!

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l4zyb0n35 · 1 year ago

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HOLD ME AGAIN

ANGST-FLUFF FIC

PAIRING: Alastor x Reader

SUMMARY: Alastor has been neglecting you recently ever since a fight, and it gets to you.

WARNINGS: GN!reader (i think), usage of Y/N, Emotional Distress, Mental Health Issues, Self Harm but not physical, Depiction of strained communication, Intense emotional scenes, Brief mention of Physical discomfort, Subtle mention of codependency, really good writing skills, Overall angst but major fluff at the end because you will never see me write angst w/o fluff. Lmk if i missed anything.

NOTICE: please don't copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But...thanks for liking my work !! >.< Based off this post i posted an hour ago. Damn that means this was written in an hour. Property of @l4zyb0n35 and @genderlessdude92

Requests are open, support is highly appreciated!

WORDS: 1.4k

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You and Alastor loved each other.

That’s how it all began, too.

the two of you meeting, and at first sight, when those feelings sprawled in your hearts at eye contact,

you guys knew there was a connection.

So, what was happening now?

Well, you were sitting in bed…spacing out into the bayou. You couldn’t sleep because there was a light on, and it usually bothered you whenever you were going to sleep.

You were tired from today though.

But you couldn’t ask Alastor to turn it off, as he kept it on to sit in bed and write his script.

“…Alastor…how long are you going to be…writing your script tonight?” You looked over at him.

Nothing.

He ignored your question. His pen stopped writing for a moment, but nothing more than that as he continued on seconds later.

You felt like a failure.

When did this all start?

Alastor has been ignoring you for a while now- well- i wouldn’t say ignoring you…no, you’ve been feeling useless around him for a while.

It started after you guys had a fight about safety and how you were scared to lose him.

That was the topic.

It was settled, you forgave each other, Although he didn’t seem to forgive you deep down, you just needed to hear it.

And then he just started acting like this.

You hate comparing your relationship from before to now.

Alastor would stay in his office with the light on until he was done so you would sleep.

You would always conversate with Alastor before laying down for slumber.

Alastor would always know whenever you were upset, he would keep hearing about it until you burst.

“Hey.”

You snapped out your thoughts. You turned to Alastor,

“Yeah?”

“…You okay? You just…” He looked at your cheek and then back to your eye contact, “Have a tear down your cheek.”

“…I don’t know-no, it’s nothing.” You stammered out.

“…okay.” He went back to writing.

…You couldn’t stay here.

Quickly, you got up from your bed and walked over to the bathroom, trying to keep your composure as you closed the door and locked it.

You turned off the light,

Laid in the tub,

and slept.

***

You woke up to knocking.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

Alastor.

You quickly sat up from the tub, “Coming, coming.” You stood up in a haste, ignoring the dizziness in your vision from it, and quickly opened the door.

“You look like a mess.” He said, furrowing his brows.

“I’m surprised you noticed for once.” You snapped back in a mumble, shuffling past him and over to your wardrobe.

“…Y/N.” Alastor said, making you stop in your tracks. “What has gotten into you, lately? You’ve been acting so strange, and now you just show me no manners whatsoever.” He said, stepping into the bathroom. “I expect better from you.”

…That bitch.

You quickly threw something on, (of your choice),

Took Alastor’s pillow, a picnic blanket,

And went off into the bayou.

It was quiet after a moment of entering, which pleased you.

You couldn’t hear the sink running from Al’s daily routine, nor the bustling sounds of the hotel from outside the door.

Only crickets, water, and leaves rustling.

You knew where you were heading, as well.

Alastor used to take you out to picnics in a certain spot a lot.

Before the fight.

And you haven’t gone since.

***

The walk calmed you down enough to settle down into the spot without recalling memories and seeing at the same time.

You set the blanket down, anchoring it with some rocks so the wind wouldn’t blow it away, and sat down in your usual spot, hugging the pillow to your chest as you closed your eyes, and daydreamed.

You were at a picnic with Alastor.

You were eating his mother’s dishes.

You were gossiping about cannibal town drama.

You were dusting off each other’s clothes after chasing each other in the Bayou.

You remember how much bruises and cuts you got from that ridiculous game.

“Y/N? What has gotten into you?” Alastor said from behind you.

You turned around to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

He scoffed, “First the bathroom and now far into the bayou. You could’ve gotten lost.”

You felt guilty now. Great.

“…Maybe if you just leave me alone, you wouldn’t have to worry so much.” You mumbled into the pillow.

He put his hands on his hips, “Y/N, it’s been 11 hours since you left the room to here i guess, how could i not worry.”

11 hours?

Now you felt the intense hunger in your stomach, the weight of your eyelids begging to close, the stiffness of your back.

“…Probably because you haven’t in a while, I supposed.” You said truthfully.

“…You’re acting like a child Y/N.” He said, walking around the blanket to look at you.

“…Can we talk, Alastor?” You said, clutching the pillow tighter.

“I feel like that would be best, yes we may.” He said, setting his cane down and sitting across from you on the blanket.

“…Why do you hate me?” You said, looking into the small lake next to you.

“…Hate you? I could never, why do you say that?” He said, clearly offended.

You held back a sob, “You…you never have conversation with me anymore and w-whenever i start one you just…blow it off…” You tried to keep your tears in as you finished your sentence.

After a moment of deafening silence with the crickets to keep you company, you looked up.

Alastor was frowning.

“…I-I know that’s just one thing, b-but,” You took a deep, shaky breath, “You…you also never check on me you…used to always freak out whenever i was upset, always harass me until i told you what was wrong- but now w-whenever i don’t t-tell you…i don’t know…you j-just blow it off as well…” You squeezed your eyes shut.

“…Y/N…” Alastor called out to you.

You didn’t answer.

“…Y/N…” You felt something block the breeze next to you.

And then, something rubbing your shoulder.

That’s when the dam burst.

You let out a sob sob into his pillow, feeling the relief of releasing all those tears, those breaths, the lump in your throat disappearing.

You cried even more when you didn’t feel warmth on your shoulder anymore.

Or when the breeze was back to blowing on you.

But only for a moment.

“Y/N, it’s cold,” Alastor draped his coat over you, “…Y/N…?”

You looked up at him.

He looked scared.

“…I’m sorry for crying Alastor…I-I just couldn’t hold it in…”

“-No, no,” he cut you off, “No, hey, I want you to let it out, okay?” He sat in front of you, and held his arms out.

You only looked at him, pathetically.

“…Come here, Y/N.”

Another sob broke out as you quickly crawled into his lap, discarding the pillow stained with your tears.

“…I’m so sorry Y/N…I’m so sorry i let all of this happen. It was never…never meant to be this way.” He said with an ache in his voice.

You only cried more at that.

And he only rubbed more at that.

He rubbed your back as sobs racked through it, he kissed your head as aches raged in it, and he only held you tighter every time he felt like you were going to slip away, recalling the memories he never thought would bring them here.

“…Am i making you uncomfortable, Alastor.”

“…I’m just uncomfortable with myself right now, darling.”

You squeezed him tighter.

“…I’m sure you’re hungry, no?” He sighed, picking up his cane as he stood up with and exhausted you in his arms.

He tapped it once, and both the blanket and pillow were held between your bodies, his jacket back over his body as well.

“Let’s go get some left overs.”

***

As the two of you arrived back to your room, Alastor set you down into the bed, putting the blanket and pillow away, and then walked back over to you.

“I’m going to get you a meal, okay?” He picked up your hand and kissed the palm of it.

“Don’t um…forget to smile.” You said just below a whisper, “…You aren’t smiling.”

He smiled softly.

“I’ll be right back.”

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-Lynn Lazybones

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mactavishsgfandwife · 1 year ago

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saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

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weediee · 9 months ago

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All so oblivious

HUMAN ALASTOR X FEM WIFE!READER (She/Her pronouns)

Summary: Y/N has a neighbourhood friend over, Margaret. A regular talk with some tea and cakes quickly turned into a much more sinister and bruting talk.

E/N: Thank you all for the support in the last one, really, I am so grateful. I'm very glad you all enjoy my writing - I will continue to keep everyone updated! ❤️

Trigger warnings: This story contains talk of murder, blood, and abuse and is not suitable for young audiences. Please let me know if I missed anything!

"You know, it really is unfortunate. So many young people, innocent people, suddenly going missing." Margaret said solemnly. I was standing in the kitchen, cutting an apple Danish I had made for Margaret and as I hummed quietly in response, not paying much mind to her theatrics.

"I mean, what person could go and do such heinous things to such lovely people with long lives ahead of them." She pinched the space between her brows.

I paused, the knife in my hand scraping gently across the board as it came to a halt. "It's surprising you think all these people are innocent, Marg. We really don't know." I mumbled softly.

"Innocent or not, nobody deserves to die. Especially all those young boys." Marg scoffed at my response. She had always been this way, devils advocate. It was one of the few reasons that over the years I'd begun growing a dislike for Margaret. She was too sympathetic for the wrong people.

"Those 'young boys' with 'promising futures' were nothing but abusers! Every last one of them." I spat aggressively before composing myself. "Each of them had no right wandering our streets."

Margaret's voice quickly halted, one of the rare occasions she kept quiet.

"You're disgusting." She growled, I could hear her glass being placed on my table and the sound of the wooden floors creaked as she stood up to her feet.

"Why are you so against these people being alive. It's almost as if you have something to do with this all you know?" She added onto her statement.

"Me? knowing something you all don't?" I let go of the knife, turning to face her as I leaned against the kitchen countertop. "Margaret you're being silly. You must really go home, you're probably having post partum delusions again-" I was about to step forward before she stopped me.

"Don't come near me! You had something to do with this didn't you. I've been trying to tell everybody you and Alastor are too perfect for your own good, nobody listens to me. You're sick." She yelled.

"I'm not sick, Margaret. You are the one spitting nonsense!" I screamed back, my voice raising ever so slightly above hers. "How dare you come into my home and accuse me of these crimes." I shook my head in disappointment.

I moved my hand behind me, grabbing the knife slowly. "I will hand it to you though, you are correct." I shrugged.

"W-what?" She asked softly, hands dropping to her sides and clenching into fists.

"I know, Marg. It's a shame... I really did like you, but you've always been so loud mouthed. So nosy, always in somebody else's business when it's not yours to be concerned about. Me and Al can't have that. We have a reputation to uphold." I smiled softly.

"I mean, what would the papers say if they found out?" I laughed softly.

"You're a psychotic bitch! You know that." She screamed.

I hummed, nodding my head. I glared Marg up and down, tears could be seen falling from her eyes as they formed over a glossy shine.

"Before you die, I'm going to tear that tongue out of your mouth so you never speak about me or my husband again." My smile quickly dropped into a flat line.

I was as she quickly attempted to scramble to the front door, which was unsuccessful as she tripped on the rug. I quickly ran over, flipping her in her back to look up at me.

I smiled, pulling the knife atop my head with my hands before plunging it into her chest repeatedly. Once, twice, a fourth time, a fifth, as far as twenty before I stopped counting. There Margaret laid, in a pool of what looked like melted rubies. I stood up, leaving her in her final resting spot as I carried on with my day.

Cutting the Danish, doing the laundry, pouring Alastor his whiskey for when he got home. He could deal with Margaret when he arrived, but the whole time I finished up my jobs - the only thing on my mind was "They're all so oblivious."

E/N: How do we like this one? Yay or nay? Feel free to be honest (and feel free to send ideas)

Reminder to have a dandy day everyone!

- Weedie 🌹

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fangharel · 3 months ago

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a last note on the ai-fic bullshit

a couple days ago, a person i had never spoken to before shared my call-out post on x with the earnest intention of spreading awareness of the issue. she was attacked and harrassed so harshly by the same group of people who have been dragging my friends and i through the mud that she ended up having to deactivate.

this group of perpetrators then did their very best to turn this whole conversation on its head by accusing the poster of being anti-solavellan, of sharing the post with malicious intentions of dividing the fandom and tearing down amateur writers, and grouping her and i/my friends as antis and what not.

my thoughts on that development aren't any that i can express with any diplomacy or maturity whatsoever, but @drakonmo herself did a wonderful job at gracefully carving out the very important conversation we, as fans, need to have within our communities. whether you observed or participated in the conversation surrounding the silence and the song and the following shitstorm, i strongly urge you to read her post (here) (on x).

tldr/to those who might be in a rush, let me pull out some highlights:

by deleting the evidence and refusing to acknowledge the public claims were ever made, these people who despise me and wanted to foment discourse could succeed, armed with the trust and respect of loyal followers.

suddenly, the entire wall of text of explanations, of signs, of concerns were reduced to nothing but one portion of the whole. people began to attack OP and me and write threads, posts, etc, saying we were insulting all creators everywhere and we were - singlehandedly - the reason people didn't share their artwork.

clearly, these people argued, this insult and injury to all writers everywhere was a sign of these posts being a hate campaign. suddenly people could completely ignore the fact that the OP is a HUGE shipper, and i have been the world's most vocal proponent of shipping the particular character with anyone and/ or everyone.

i saw some people ask questions - what's happening, what's the drama, what's the situation? and they believed blindly the first things said to them without even trying to seek the truth or sources for themselves - and i truly mean this was an issue on both sides, for both people who ultimately agreed with me and people who did not.

the people that deliberately misrepresented what was being said, who nitpicked so that they could justify choosing "us versus them" - i ask that you consider, if you can and you would like to, to internalize and reflect how you may be susceptible to situations like this happening OFFLINE.

if ONLINE FANDOM misinformation can rouse such a level of discourse, hatred, fear, and anger over a fanfiction or ship ...what are the implications for REAL LIFE?

are you possibly reading a headline and believing it without reading the full article?

are your political and personal opinions swayed heavily by your peers, rather than being shaped by information and political education?

are you well informed and checking for bias from your chosen news sources?

do you exist in an echo chamber that has actively harmed your ability to understand other perspectives and worsened your capacity for allyship?

we best fight FASCISM when we recognize how we approach the people and issues around us, no matter how small. supporting artistic integrity in your fandom is a low rung on the ladder, but your approach to a sense of community and how news, conflict, and opinions form and spread IS vital.

thank you for reading, and thank you to those who have stuck by me (and by mo) despite the backlash it might have caused you. this has been insane and i look forward to never discussing that fucking fic again, but that doesn't mean we get to turn our heads on how this all turned to shit in the first place.

as a self-proclaimed safe space often characterised by escapism, we owe it to one another to make sure this community is as safe as can be and remains one where we care for one another despite which fictional characters we think should kiss.

#dragon age #solavellan #fandom critical #the silence and the song #tsats #dav #da #da:v #ai art is not art #i'm not sure what to tag this honestly atp i'm just using the same tags as before #propaganda #solavellan critical #question mark #dreadrook #who gives a fuck this is important #solas dragon age #solas #discourse #diskurs

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thecapricunt1616 · 1 year ago

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Damiana (c.b. oneshot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. “Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try. “Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together.

♡ O/S Inspo: Damiana (otherwise known as loveseed) is used to increase the intensity of sexual magick, increase magical energy, divination, dreams/clairvoyance, enhance pleasure and increase psychic abilities.

♡ Summary: You & Carmy wake up extra early on your day off for some reason, so he knows a good way to put you both back to sleep.

♡ W/C: 1,737

♡ Posted Date: 04/18/2024

♡ A/N: OMG Thank you all for 100 followers what the actual heck!!! I want to give each and every one of you a forehead smoochin, thank you so much for hanging out with me and supporting my work! As per usual my requests are alwayyys open! For Carmy x Reader & Carmy x Sydney I woke up today at the asscrack of dawn for no reason at all, and was hit with a strike of writing lightning!! Just in time for my 100 follower celebration :D!!! I hope you enjoy this smutty smutty goodness. Sidenote - Taylor is releasing an album tomorrow so I am bouncing off the walls of my iron cage and gnawing at the bars I'M SO READY!!!! ANYWAYS enjoy my friends <3

♡ Warnings for BTC: Unedited (we die like men!!!) Breeding kink, swearing, smut smut smut, fluffy needy Carmy, established relationship NO USE OF Y/N

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

Early mornings with Carmy were your favorite. Well - the early mornings that he wasn’t jumping in the shower even before the sun had kissed the horizon. But these mornings.

You woke up this morning at 4:52 - it was Sunday, your favorite day. Carmy & your day. The Bear was closed, the single day a week that it was - so it meant your loving, wonderful husband could stay in bed with you until 3 if he wanted.

He’d told you many times before if you woke before him for some reason on your sacred together day, to wake him because he didn’t want to spend a moment without you - but for now, you watch.

It wasn’t often you saw your beloved man like this, fully at peace. Well, other then when he fucked you - but while awake he never fully looked this peaceful.

You carefully brushed his messy curls off of his forehead, dragging your nails across his scalp gently. You just couldn’t help it, you knew how much he loved it.

‘Mmm?’ He grumbled, his voice thick and low, husky with sleep.

“Sorry” you whispered, smiling a bit. You couldn’t help but think of a grizzly bear when he’d make noises like that. While he was in this half asleep - half awake state, he would grunt and huff and grumble, especially on Sundays.

Just like any other day, his internal clock was on time - and today - he has 0 alarms set.

“No ‘s fine been up” he said softly.

You kissed his forehead tenderly, the faintest bit of mint sticking to his breath from last night when he brushed his teeth before practically crawling to bed since he was so exhausted.

“Bear- it’s Sunday- go to sleep” you said, gently rubbing over his bare chest with your soft palm.

“Damn birds” he grumbled, causing you to giggle.

“Y’know it’s the boys, actually? Because the uh…the moms. They go out before the sun, to find breakfast. And the dads are - well. Scientists theorize - that the dads are calling the moms back to the nest, like an alarm the kids are up and hungry” you said softly.

He hums in interest, rolling on his side with his eyes still closed and gently kissing down your neck as you spoke

“All I heard was a really good reason we don’t have kids yet” he said, voice deep and thick with sleep.

“Yeah yeah ok Mr ‘im gonna make you a mom’ “ you imitated his horny raspy voice and he chuckled, snaking his hand under your shirt and rubbing over your stomach gently

“I am as soon as you take this fuckin thing outta y’r arm” he gently bites down on the inside of your bicep where your implant was, sucking gently, causing you to laugh.

“I swear to god - your hormones Carm, it's like you’re ovulating or something” you teased and he snorts a laugh into your skin

“Not my fault you make me horny in the morning” he reached up, palming your breast and squeezing gently

“You were horny before you woke up fucker, I feel you” you teased, wiggling into his bulge that was pressing into your ass firmly.

He moaned softly, rolling his hips into yours “Y’gonna help me out or do I have to go shower?” He teased with a grin.

You roll your eyes playfully “gonna make me work before the sun is even fully in the sky?” You asked and he chuckled a bit

“No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine.

“Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try.

“Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together.

“Well there was that one time-“ you teased as he pulled his cock out

“Oh the one time I punished you f’r bein’ a brat.” He squeezed your hip and trailed his hand around your stomach, rubbing gently before dipping his fingers in your panties, finding your clit and humming in satisfaction when you whine hotly, arching into his frame further.

“Cause you were wearing those slutty gray sweatpants and every bitch in the grocery store was staring at your dick print” you counter, causing him to chuckle, the vibration coursing through you since you were flush to him like one being.

“mmmm and is that why you’re so wet, cause you’re thinkin’ about me wearing something slutty?” He teased rubbing slow firm circles in the way that made you writhe and squirm.

“Stop teasing before you nut all over my back” you smirk and he gasps, feigning offense.

“Someone is mouthy this morning” he moved the fabric to the left, rubbing his thick cock over your folds easily with your slick aiding him, moaning softly.

“Mmmm thank you” you rest your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels soooo nice.” You mumble as he slowly rolls his hips, the head of his cock teasing your clit just enough.

It wasn’t a full rub, not enough to make you cum for a while, but more a pleasant gentle massage. You felt his hand back on your stomach, rubbing short strokes up and down as he pants, in pure quiet bliss. That was something you adored about him- whenever you were in public, he was shy, quiet. So quiet. But when you were alone together- the man didn’t have an off switch.

Neither did you, but yours didn’t shut off in public, either. You did enough talking for the both of you, it was what drew him to you. The only time you made him more quiet, was when he was playing with you this way in the morning. You were pretty sure it was the time, his brain hadn’t fully woken yet - but he had one thought bouncing around like a DVD video logo his cock was achingly hard.

“I’m probably gonna fall asleep but you’ll wake me right?” You asked and all you got in response was a breathy ‘mmhmm’

He gently bit down on your neck, then your shoulder, then your arm, causing you to giggle and look back at him as well as you could “you wanna suck on it. Don’t you.” You teased, referring to your implant.

Another whiny ‘mmhmm’ and he rolls his hips a bit harder, causing you to moan as his tip ruts over your clit firmer

“So sweet.” You smiled lazily, closing your eyes once more and humming “I love this Bear y’make me feel so good” you said softly and he whimpers

“Fuckin’ hell y’too sweet. Lettin’ me play with you like this sweetheart, the sweetest girl” he praises, pushing the hair from your messy sleep off your forehead and kissing your temple.

“Cus’ y’the best husband” you laced your fingers together and held your hands over your stomach.

“Mmmm y’know I fuckin love hearin’ y’say that, right?” He rasps, hips getting sloppier and rougher as he got closer to his high.

“I do every time I say my husband on the phone you blush. It's the cutest thing that you’re still feelin’ like we’re on our honeymoon 2 whole years later” you kissed his hand sweetly.

“Cause I’m so fuckin’ lucky. Can’t fuckin’ believe y’agreed to take my last name babe. The way you say our last name is so fuckin pretty” he said, kissing your shoulder gently

“I feel so fancy with it. Mrs.Berzatto. Berzatto is so much cooler then my maiden name.” you said

“Fuckin hell sweetheart im so close can I please cum in you?” He begged, his voice needy and wanting

“Of course Bear Y’don’t need to ask” you said and he released your hand, placing his palm at the base of your abdomen and slipping in, filling you to the hilt.

You whimper, back arching slightly “mmm feel’so full” you mutter, gasping as he started a quick snap of his hips, jaw falling slack.

“It’s so fuckin hot that I can feel myself fuck you” he pressed his palm firmer into your abdomen, angling himself in a way to both feel himself better, but also slide perfectly against your gspot

“Yeah y’get so deep bear. Y’gonna fill me up? Y’gonna knock me up? Mmm?” You whine, your own orgasm approaching fast

“Fuck yeah I am princess sh-iiit. Fuck gonna make y’a fuckin mom” he grunts, spreading your legs further and reaching down to rub your clit making you clench around him.

He whimpers hips stuttering as he ruts into you, completely bottoming out trying to get as deep as he can as he empty’s his huge load into you, breathing hard and remaining still inside of you while he rubs your clit in quicker circles.

He could tell you were on the edge because of the way you were clenching and unclenching around his now overstimulated cock, he wanted to get you there so he could remain inside of you for a while.

“That’s it, my good girl. Thank you Angel, you took me so well. Y’can always handle whatever I give you it’s so fuckin hot. Now I’m gonna make sure y’re all taken care of, mmm? Just like I promised” he said softly into the shell of your ear before kissing your head gently.

“I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming - oh- fuck-“ you whine, thighs shaking as some of your mixed arousal drips down his balls to his thigh.

“Gooood. Tha’s it, good girl” he praised, slowing his fingers to a slow rub as he worked you down.

“Mmm that was so nice Carmy” you hummed, looking back and kissing his lips lovingly.

“So nice princess. Thank y’for letting me” he kissed the tip of your nose gently “can I stay in a little longer” he kissed your jaw gently

“Course- I was actually gonna ask you to. I like falling asleep like this” you laced your fingers together holding your interlocked hands over your belly. “Y’so fuckin perfect” he mumbled into the skin of your neck.

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cosmicflw3rr · 1 year ago

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things we’ve never said.

dominik mysterio x fem!reader

summary: you and dom have been friends for as long as you can remember, but when he begins to distance himself from you, everything falls apart. will you crumble under the weight of it all and confess your true feelings to him?

A/N: I could not come up with a good title for thiss.. 😭 also this is my first time ever writing on here so lmk how you guys feel about itt.

you and dom have been close friends since you were young. growing up with parents in the WWE, you and him would hang out whenever your parents brought you to work.

throughout the years the two of you remained close, the both of you following in your parents footsteps and becoming wwe wrestlers. you and him becoming inseparable, since you got drafted to raw.

even though he was in the judgment day, and you were making a name for yourself, you always found a way to support and be there for each other.

as time passed, it hit you that dom was gradually drifting from you. the post-show hangouts you both used to have were replaced by solo nights in your hotel room, binging your favorite show.

and you traded in your late-night waffle house trips for early morning trips to the hotel gym, trying to clear your mind.

while the friendship you shared with dom started to fade, his connection with rhea only grew stronger, leaving you to deal with your thoughts.

you could feel yourself fading into the background, witnessing all the moments that once belonged to you and dom now being shared with her instead.

avoiding both of them had become your new routine, yet there was only so much you could do when your job meant crossing paths every week, making escape almost impossible.

but you held your own. there were times you’d run into dominik but you’d just ignore him and pretend you didn’t hear him.

you were doing your best to try and move on from the situation, but your attempts at ignoring reality only caused you pain.

when your paths would cross it was like your entire body was consumed in pain as you watched them be happy together even if it was just for a second.

you could try and hold yourself together all you want, but it felt like your heart was ripping apart every time you saw them.

you had been sitting backstage waiting for your time to go out to the ring, you had a match against becky lynch. you were just waiting for rhea to get done with her call out promo.

the air in the ring was tense from their ongoing feud, full of sharp words and taunts. you felt a twinge of nerves, not just for the match but because dom was always rhea's shadow, and tonight was no exception.

glancing at the screen, you saw rhea laying down her final words, with dom looming behind her like a puppy.

your leg instinctively started bouncing up and down, dreading the inevitable awkwardness that came with being anywhere near dom. It was just one of those things that made you wish you were anywhere else.

rhea's theme hit, and she strutted out of the ring, her and dom making their way backstage slowly, nibbling on your lip to find some calm. someone sat down in the seat next to you, but you were too wrapped up in your own head to notice.

a moment passed, then a familiar voice cut through, "hey, you okay?" you glanced over to find liv, a good friend of yours, looking at you with concern. you pulled yourself together and offered a small, convincing-enough smile.

“oh- yeah, I'm good," you responded, as much as you liked to think you had a good poker face you didn’t. and liv saw right through you.

"if its about the match don’t worry, you’ll kill it." she said slowly, a touch of uncertainty in her tone. "but something tells me that's not it."

releasing a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, you asked with a hint of humor, "Is it that obvious?" liv was clued in on everything; you two had become closer ever since you and dom stopped talking. she had become your ride-or-die.

she just shrugged and said, "no, I just know things." as you rolled your eyes with a smile. right then, a crew member gave the five-minute warning. you rose to get moving, but liv called out to you. "y/n/n."

turning to face her, "everything's gonna be okay." you gave her a soft smile and sent a playful kiss her way before heading to the curtains.

as you approached, rhea slipped through them holding her title over her shoulder without a glance your way. but when dom passed by, his gaze found yours.

In that quick moment, your heart skipped a beat, time seemed to stop, stretching the seconds out endlessly. a series of unspoken questions and unresolved issues hovered in the space between you two. that look between you two spoke more than words ever could.

it was the first direct eye contact you'd made with him in weeks. and just like that, it was over, the moment ending as quickly as it had arrived.

he passed by, his gaze leaving you and locking on rhea, and that strange, churning sensation in your belly returned. It was puzzling, a feeling you couldn't quite name.

suddenly, your theme rung out. you took a breath placing yourself in your confident persona, you’d walked out to the ramp beaming that confident grin with your arms wide, you soaked up the the cheers of the crowd washing over you like a wave.

you found yourself forgetting about everything, right now it wasn’t about you. it was about your fans. and one thing you weren’t going to do was let your personal life interfere with your job.

strutting down the ramp, you exchanged grins and nods with the fans, their excitement mirroring your own. slipping between the ropes, you blew the audience a kiss before sauntering to your designated corner.

crouching, anticipation tingling through you, you waited for the signal.

ding! ding! ding!

The bell's ringing sent your heart racing—it was go time. you and becky lunged at each other, each fighting for control, neither of you letting up.

becky dashed toward the ropes, bouncing off with momentum, but you were ready and landed a superkick right to her face. she stumbled backward, and you quickly went for the your finisher, a ripcord flatliner. as soon as becky’s body hit the mat you pushed her shoulders down and went for the cover.

1! 2! 3!

your music echoed throughout the arena, signaling the end of the match. shifting off becky, you settled onto your knees, a cocky grin spreading across your face as you swept your hair back, basking in the applause. a quick swipe of your tongue over your teeth, and you rose to your feet, ready to soak it all in.

the referee walked up next to you, lifting your right hand high, the crowd's cheers roaring louder. when your hand eventually lowered, you took a moment to look around at the cheering fans before making your exit backstage.

as the curtain fell behind you, liv was there, her voice lilting with enthusiasm. "you did amazing!" she chirped, the melody of her praise ringing in your ears.

you grin was wide, a mix of relief lighting up your face. "thanks," you replied with a shrug. "how about grabbing drinks later?" you asked.

liv's expression was priceless, her mouth agape before she shot you a look that screamed, 'Is that even a question?'

"hell yea we should. want me to invite sam and nat?" she bounced back, her enthusiasm infectious.

you gave a nod, the exhaustion of the night seeping into your voice. "I don’t mind.” you admitted, feeling exhausted. “I just really need a drink." you admitted.

liv wrapped you in a comforting hug, her hand soothing your back. "you've earned it," she whispered, pulling away only to hold your gaze. "i have to shoot a backstage promo now, so I'll catch you tonight, okay?"

with a nod, you exchanged goodbyes, each heading your separate ways. as you walked through the arena backstage to get to the locker room, the post-match adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

turning a corner you suddenly bumped into someone. you looked up to see dom, your heart picked up its pace. the two of you looking at each other, after a moment of no words and eye contact you had to get out of there.

you managed a strained smile, thoughts whirling as you sought an escape. "sorry," you mumbled, already sidestepping away.

but dom's hand clasped your forearm, halting you. you glanced from his eyes to where he touched you. his hold was gentle, yet insistent, something you hadn’t felt in a while. It almost felt foreign to you. "wait, we need to talk," he said firmly, his gaze digging deep for an answer you weren't prepared to give.

the air thickened with his words, an unspoken acknowledgment that whatever was going on between the two of you couldn’t be ignored forever

your expression hardened, as you withdrew your arm from his grasp. "not now dominik," you told him, abandoning the nickname you usually used when talking to him.

dom's face was a picture of tension, his jaw clenched tight. "then when?" he pressed, his words hitting you hard. "when's the right time gonna be? why have you been avoiding me?" you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the raw need for an answer lingering in the air.

the words hit you like a hurricane, leaving you momentarily frozen, brows knitted together. "don't pretend you care now," you spat out, the words sharper than intended, as you finally faced your tangled emotions head-on.

dom looked taken aback. "what are you talking about?" he retorted, his guard up.

"you've been distant for weeks, but obviously, you didn't notice because you're too wrapped up with rhea, right?"

"that's not true, I—"

your heart pounding as you locked eyes with dom. "no—I've been there for you through everything, and now you just push me away for them, for her," you said, the hurt in your voice unmistakable.

dom looked taken aback, his own anger subsiding as he realized the depth of your pain. "push you away? that's not what I'm trying to do," he protested, but you cut him off.

"but it’s exactly what you did! god I-" you looked away from him as your eyes filled with tears. you bit your lip hoping to stop. you didn’t feel like crying in front of him.

the tears overwhelmed you, there were far to much that you couldn’t hide it. as you blinked the tears escaped, you hastily wiped them. you looked at him. “you pushed me away and it hurt-“ you told him your voice breaking.

“y/n/n-” dom’s features softened, you looked around trying to avoid looking at his eyes.

"and I hate feeling this way, and I wish I didn’t care but I do. because I'm in love with you, dom. I have been for so long." your words hung heavy in the air, and your eyes welled up, the tears you'd fought to keep at bay now tracing hot paths down your cheeks. "this sort of thing was never meant to happen," you said your voice breaking, a sob catching in your throat.

dom's anger dissolved and his arms were around you in an instant. "hey, hey, don't cry, I hate it when you cry." your arms instinctively wrapped around him, as your tears fell silently.

the hug was a deep, tight one, like he was holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him standing. no words were spoken, but the tension in your body melted away as you leaned into him, his mere presence calming your racing heart.

the hug seemed to stretch on forever, dom's hand gently threading through your hair as you rested your head against his chest, tears falling silently.

eventually, he drew back, cupping your cheeks as he met your gaze with tenderness, brushing away your tears and moving your hair out of your face gently. he missed you. so god damn much.

"I—y/n/n..." dom's voice wavered as he looked into your eyes, his emotions laid bare for you to see.

after a moment of silence, he spoke softly. "i've been wanting to tell you... but was so afraid of losing you and messing things up. i just..."

"i..." he spoke up again but stopped himself mid-sentence. "i've been avoiding you... because of the way i feel. and i thought if i tried to hide it and put some distance between us, it would go away."

his eyes bore into yours, making sure you were taking in everything he was saying. "i was wrong." your heart seemed to stop, leaving you momentarily speechless as you struggled to find the right words.

"i'm in love with you," he said.

his words hung in the air, lingering in the space between the two of you. he continued, “i was an idiot, and i thought if i kept us away, i could just make these feelings go away. but when i finally had some time to actually think... i realized i've loved you all along, and I'm done pretending like we can just be friends."

"i've never looked at anyone else the way I look at you, y/n/n." he murmured, his touch gentle against your cheek. "being with you just feels so natural. i can't hide how i feel anymore. please," his voice quivered, the words barely making their way out, "let me make things right."

dom's hand gently cradled your jaw, tilting his head as he gazed into your eyes. "can I..." he started, his voice trailing off.

you nodded, your eyes flickering between his and his eyes and his lips. "yes."

his lips met yours in a tender kiss, the embrace deepening as you both became lost in the moment.

it was a moment you had yearned for, and as your hearts raced and time seemed to stand still, it felt like a dream come true.

dom pulled back after a moment, his lips trailing away from yours. you could tell he was still processing the moment, his breaths coming in quick and shallow spurts as he tried to regain his composure.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” his eyes studying you as he took in every detail.

you smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "me too." you admitted,

dom's eyes lit up at your confession, a grin spreading across his face. Without another word, he leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, this one more confident and eager than the last. you melted into his embrace, feeling happiness wash over you.

dom rested his forehead against yours. "i don't want to wait any longer," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to be with you, in every way possible."

your smile widened, every moment, every obstacle, had led you to this point, and in that moment, it all felt worth it. "that's all I've ever wanted too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion.

dom smiled and engulfed you in a warm hug, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around. your joyful squeal filled the air as he gently set you down, peppering kisses on your lips that made you smile. "let's grab some food, I'm starving," he suggested.

"of course you are," you teased, playfully rolling your eyes at his mock-offended expression. he shook his head, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you started walking.

the two of you reached catering, you noticed liv and natalya at a table and subtly intertwined your hands with dom's. "um, i'll catch up with you in a sec?" you said, releasing his hand to approach the table.

taking a seat, liv and natalya exchanged knowing glances as they looked at you with anticipation. "hey, girlie," natalya greeted with a playful smirk. "i'm ready for those drinks tonight!" she added, with a little shimmy that made liv burst into laughter.

as the excitement filled the air, you hesitated before breaking the news. "about that..." the two women turned their heads to look at you, their expressions shifting to curiosity. "sooo, how about we rain check on the drinks tonight?" you suggested, catching liv's curious gaze as you awaited their response.

"why?" she inquired, prompting you to glance back at dom, who was already heading towards the table. bracing yourself, you sat back as he casually draped his arm over your chair.

turning your attention from him to liv and natalya, who looked utterly shocked, you nervously chuckled. "yeah," you admitted.

"i told you!" liv exclaimed loudly, laughing and sharing a glance with natalya. confusion lingered as you and dom exchanged looks before refocusing on the two women in front of you. natalya shook her head, putting her head in her hands. "I told you," she muttered.

liv sprang up, doing a little dance with a bright smile on her face. "did you guys bet on us?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

liv stopped her dance, still beaming. "nope, just might've challenged natalya on when you two would make up," she revealed.

you rolled your eyes, laughing. "of course you did." you guys began talking about the upcoming pay-per-view event. focused in the conversation, you felt a sudden warmth as dom's hand found yours under the table.

glancing down at your intertwined hands resting on his lap, you couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. despite the subtle display of affection, you decided to refocus on listening to liv and natalya.

this is exactly where you wanted to be.

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athycore · 1 year ago

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Hello!!! :3 I wish to make a request! I really love your writing style and the way you carry out your fics, theyre so awesome X3!!!☆

Could I make a req of Mob (/Shigeo Kageyama) with a gn!gyaru!reader :3c? Extra points if they do really good in school!

I see that you havent posted in a while on this blog, so you dont have to respond to my req! Please take care of yourself first out of anything else ^^<3

Thank youuuuuu!!!!! X3

-[Anonymous].

OMG HAIIII!!! Thank you so much, about me not posting in a while, i completely forget im a writer so i never end up checking requests, but now i did!!

Anyways heres ur food :3

Mob w a Gyaru!reader…(gn reader)

To say mob was obsessed is an understatement. He simply fawns over your fashion and loves the idea of going against the beauty standard. Although because of his fashionable s/o, he has a hard time blending in. At times he doesnt want the attention but his albsolute cutie of his lover being the center of attention, mob wouldnt mind just this once.

You both go to clothing shops together! Mob believes and trusts your fashion taste to be able to pick a few for him. He wants to hang out and uses the idea of shopping together to get you talking. He enjoys it. Afterall he somewhat helps with some of the clothes for you to pick out, while you help him look his best. He adores your keen eye on managing to find the good clothes that are usually hidden..(gatekeepers😒😒)

When you go on dates he swears he can pay, but his pay isnt enough..afterall regien isnt too reliable. Instead you pay, hope you dont mind. After you both end up going to the park or going to each others houses to hang out later. Mob gaslights(begs) reigen to let him off early for these dates too. He wants to show his respect by simply making time for you like any wonderful lover.

Mob and his family aprove of you so much! You are just the sweetest and the cutest girls to ever approach mob. Ritsu thinks its rad that his older brother managed to get a parnther in general, but thinks even more highly of you when he knows and sees your genuine care for his brother. Plus when you go to mobs house to hangout, ritsu joins whenever he feels lonely. You and mob welcome him with open arms, especially when watching a horror movie.

Mob uses his psychic powers to try to find out what you like in order for him to get the RIGHT gift. Hes just whipped and his friends and brother tease him for it. Simple middle schoolers am i right? He doesnt mind it though.

He introduces you to reigen and reigen approves. Reigen sees you as fit, and an adorable girl who would help mob by the long mile. Mob also introduced you to teru and sho, as well as the other psychics. They all like you and think you are so cool with your makeup and fashion. Heck, teru asked for some advice too.

Mob gets you both matching keychains..guaranteed. Like those cute sanrio ones or the cute little characters. He finds them absolutely adorable. The idea that his s/o has the other half, he ends up staring at his keychain on end till his club snaps him outta it.

In school you might as well be a prodigy! He finds the fact that you do so well extremely admirable. He wants to be tutored by you and you only. Only you can be patient with him. He thinks of you as top of his class, grade, school even!( next to ritsu ) He just gets so happy seeing you not having to worry about grades and what not.

There are times when you are doing makeup, he just watches. No conversation, nothing. Soly because he thinks its skillful, he feels as tho its art and that she shouldn’t interfere. But there are times he asks questions about the products your using. Hes just curious about all that stuff.

Hes your #1 supporter! He believes that you should and will do what YOU want. That no one should tell you anything about how to look, act, or present yourself!

Hope you liked it!!! Thanks so much for the request!!!

#fifty percent ✘#mob x reader #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho 100 x reader #shigeo kageyama x reader #shigeo kageyama #gyaru reader #mp100 x reader #mp100 shigeo #mp100 mob #mp100

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blackbleedingrose · 11 months ago

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Long Lost Morningstar - Part Four

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Seven Virtues' x reader (platonic), Charlie x reader (platonic), Lucifer x reader (platonic), Lilith x reader (platonic)

Genre: Angst/Betrayal

Warning(s): Cursing, lies, betrayal

Notes: FINALLY! I'm sorry this took me forever to post. I was, and still am, dealing with some school stuff. Truthfully it was a little rough trying to get this one out - along with school and work, I am losing motivation to write this. It could be that I burnt myself on Hazbin after reading so many fanfics for days on end until I eventually got tired. I'm still going to be writing this either way, I'd feel bad to suddenly stop out of nowhere. Funny thing is I'll probably feel motivated again once the second season airs. Oh, well. I'll post part five when I can and am able, so please bare with me and hopefully enjoy this long part for the time being. Thank you for your support - I'm really writing this for the ones reading this series and am grateful for your patience.

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"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?".

After learning about the exterminations (Y/N) wasted no time flying to the archangels' castle - her home.

She needed to know if they knew about the exterminations, and if so. . .

No, there's no way.

The Virtues' duty were to help remain peace and order - there's no way they'd be okay with the murdering of sinners.

Still, the fear and pain she felt for Charlie and Sera's betrayal made her impulsive.

So much so, that she flew past the archangels' secretary and burst through the doors of the meeting room where they were discussing important matters.

The archangel's were shocked to see (Y/N), who had just interrupted their meeting, looking completely disheveled and breathing heavily.

This behavior would normally be unacceptable, and if it were any other seraphim or angel they would be scolded and punished depending on severity of the offense.

But this was their little (Y/N), whose never interrupted their meetings without reason (or when she was a curious infant who somehow wandered in).

Michael stood up from his seat and flew over to his distressed daughter, "(Y/n). What's the matter?".

(Y/n) struggled to catch her breath, her mind and heart racing.

Michael placed his hands on her shoulders, "Deep breathes, sweetheart. Try to calm down". He gently cooed at her trying to help her find her breath and calm her nerves.

When (Y/N) had finally caught her breath she looked up at her father staring right into his eyes, "Did you know?".

Michael furrowed his brows confused, "Know what, sweetheart?".

(Y/N) took a deep breath before looking at him with sorrowful eyes, "About the exterminations."

Michael and the other archangels' were even more confused than before, "What exterminations?".

"The exterminations of the human souls in Hell."

The archangels' eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Michael looked down at his daughter with slight sternness, "What do you mean?".

(Y/N) went on to tell them all about what had happened at the trial from Charlie's hotel, Angel Dust, Sera's betrayal, to Adam's threat towards her cousin.

To say the archangels' were pissed would be a gross understatement.

How dare Sera and Adam play God and order such an atrocity right under their noses - and for it to be going on this long!

They were embarrassed to have been so ignorant.

Michael felt very uneasy about (Y/N)'s interaction with the Princess of Hell.

Yes, he had been aware his brother had birthed a child in Hell and hadn't seen an issue of (Y/n) of knowing as he was confident the two would never meet.

Well, that back fired horribly.

He couldn't discuss that with (Y/N) right now because, other than letting curiosity get the better of her once again, she hadn't done anything wrong.

She was clearly out of sorts with worry. She didn't need anything else but reassurance and comfort.

"Thank you for telling us. Don't worry, we'll be sure to handle this," Michael said trying to comfort his daughter.

"B-But, Charlie," (Y/N)'s breathing spiked, "A-Adam threatened t-to, to!". Tears flowed down to her red cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.

Michael gently shushed her wiping her tears, "Calm down, sweetie. We'll handle everything, especially Adam. Just go to your room and try to relax. I'll tell the staff to get you some tea."

(Y/N) shook her head, "B-But I need to help Charlie. I-I need to do something -,"

"No." Michael's tone was stern but gentle. "This is for the higher ranking angels to handle and you're too emotional right now to think clearly. Let us take care of this."

"Listen to your father, (N/N)." Azrael said his grin more menacing than usual. "And don't fret over Adam, we'll make sure to deal with him personally."

The other archangels' agreed without question. Adam wouldn't get away with making their precious niece cry.

(Y/N) realized her father was right, she was too emotional right now.

She was in no condition to deal with this as she was.

After saying goodbye to her family, (Y/N) went to her room to try and calm down.

Feeling completely exhausted and emotionally drained, (Y/N) passed out the second her head hit her pillow.

The next day (Y/N) woke up later than usual and saw a note on her beside table.

It was from her father telling her not to worry about her duties that day and to just rest.

(Y/N) was grateful to her father, but she was so restless about the trial and the upcoming extermination.

She got ready for the day and went down into the courts archives.

Maybe there was something she could use in the courts records to help Charlie.

Since she was a stenographer, a seraphim, and Michael's daughter no one questioned her being there.

In fact, many of the simps angels there were more than happy to help her.

(Y/N) declined most of their help, not wanting to garner unnecessary attention to what she was looking for or why.

She continued doing this for days making sure to cover her tracks so her father and uncles didn't catch wind of her little excursions.

Which was why most of them were in the dead of night.

She hadn't heard a word of what her father or uncles' were going to do about the exterminations.

But the times she's seen Adam and Lute, the two were still their cocky and douchey selves.

So, she knew the extermination was still on.

Why?

Why haven't the archangels' done anything yet?

What were they waiting for?

A small part of her wondered if they ended up agreeing with Sera and Adam and wanted to keep the exterminations on, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside.

The archangels' duty was to follow the laws of Heaven, and the exterminations clearly went against that.

There's no way they'd be okay with keeping it going.

Still. . . they weren't working fast enough.

The month was almost over.

So, she continued researching wanting to find anything that would prove Sera and Adam wrong about Hell and prove Charlie's hotel worked or could work.

One night while everyone had turned in, (Y/N) snuck into the ancient archives - court records that dated over billions of years ago.

Maybe there was something in the older court records she could use.

She spent hours going through file after file, pulling out possible references to use, and making piles based on the dates.

The long hours started to get to her, the bags under her eyes more prominent with each passing minute.

Without realizing, her eyes lids shut and she slowly drifted to the side accidently knocking over a large pile she hadn't checked yet.

*THUD*

The sound of the falling files scared her awake.

"Oh shit!"

(Y/N) rubbed her eyes awake before going over to the scattered files. She really hoped no one had heard that thud.

As she was gathering all of the loose documents, there was one file folder that caught her eye. Labeled on the tab was 'Morningstar vs Heaven'.

Morningstar? That was Charlie's last name but this file was in one of the older court piles meaning this file was about -

"Lucifer. . .".

She's never read her uncle's trial record before. . . but if he was anything like Charlie then maybe there was something in those documents that could help her prove her cousin's dreams and beliefs.

After all, it was because of Lucifer's desire and dreams to show humanity free will that gifted humans the ability to dream and choose to be better.

She knew her father would frown at her view on Lucifer, but she had always thought there might have been some merit behind her uncle's choices.

She started to collect the documents, sometimes glancing over certain parts that caught her attention. However, as she was going through the files she saw something in one of the documents that she had never expected to see.

"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?". (Y/N) bit her lip deciding if she should look through it or not.

In the end she decided to go through with it and read the document. It was probably nothing, just her mind playing tricks on her. She had been up for hours, after all.

However, the moment her eyes scanned through each line her heart dropped into her stomach.

Sera: Take the child.Court angels: (takes the infant (Y/N) Morningstar from the arms of her parents, Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith)

"P-Parents?".

The rest of the documents recounted Lucifer and Lilith's guilty verdict, their sentencing to Hell, and the courts final proceedings.

(Y/N) wanted to refuse everything she had read, wanting to call it all lies.

But stenographers, especially in Heaven, cannot lie when recording. The magic imbedded within the typewriter wouldn't allow it.

Still, it just couldn't be true. . . Maybe this was another (Y/N), one she's never met. There was no way it was talking about her.

However, before (Y/N) could attempt to convince herself even more she noticed one final document lying on the floor. She recognized what kind of document it was immediately.

It was a Heavenly Ordinance.

She slowly reached for the golden paper and started to read it.

"By Heavenly decree, it is now ordered that all residents, and new ones to come, are forbidden from tempting humanity or breaking Heaven's rules. All residents must obey and turn from all misguided thoughts, dreams, and or endeavors. All violators will receive punishment. It is also ordered that the Heavenborn seraphim, (Y/N) Morningstar, is now under the care of the Seven Virtues; specifically Archangel Michael Demiugros. The infant's name will be changed to (Y/N) Demiugros. The child will have no connection to Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith, and will be told Michael Demiugros is her father/parent who crafted her from stardust. All Heavenly residents aware of the child's true lineage are forbidden from speaking on the matter. All violators will be punished severely."

(Y/N) felt like she couldn't breath.

Her hands were shaking, her heart pounding in her chest.

Oh, God.

She wanted to deny it and believe all of this was some sick prank.

But even she knew no one in Heaven would dare fake writing a Heavenly Ordinance, let alone play such a cruel prank or joke.

Besides, the Heavenly Seal at the bottom of the document was proof of its authenticity.

Heaven would never allow a fake to be placed with the court records.

It took a while for her to calm down.

Looking at the clock mounted on the wall, she saw how late it was.

The court angels who had the early morning shift would be here in two hours.

Wiping the tears that had gathered in her eyes, she used her magic to help clean up her mess and put all of the documents back into their original places - except for one.

When she started to put Lucifer's file away, she stared at the ordinance.

She paused for a moment before folding it up and shoving it into her pocket.

After everything was put away (Y/N) went back to her room with her mind buzzing and heart racing.

She woke up five hours later to the sound of her alarm.

She felt absolutely exhausted.

At first she thought it had all been a dream, a really bad dream.

But when she checked her pockets and pulled out the folded up golden paper, she knew it wasn't.

She was heartbroken.

The feeling of betrayal and hurt plaguing her soul.

Why?

Why did they lie to her?

Why did they do all of this?

Now everything made sense.

Why she was so restricted from practically everything.

Why everyone in her family kept her so close and away from any of the higher seraphim duties.

Why she really looked like Lilith. . .

To top it all off, the person she had believed to be her father this whole time was actually her uncle.

She truly didn't know how to feel, and she wondered if Charlie knew.

Probably not given how shocked the Hellborn had been to hear she had a 'cousin'.

Though, now she knew why she felt such a strong connection to Charlie.

They were sisters.

And if Charlie hadn't known about her, she doubted Lucifer or Lilith did.

She wondered what else Heaven has lied to her about.

. . . Did they even love her?

If she really was the spawn of the ones who damned humanity, did they only keep her for their own benefit?

Have they actually hated her this entire time?

These thoughts brought tears to her eyes.

The rest of the day as she continued on with her duties, she thought back to her family and her newly discovered ones.

Whenever she interacted with her family in Heaven, she did her best to keep up appearances.

There was no way to tell what would happen if they found out what she knew.

So, she decided to bite her tongue.

No matter how much she wanted to scream and cry.

She wondered if they were even going to do anything about the exterminations.

She was starting to doubt it since she hadn't heard anything new; though, would they even tell her?

And Adam and Lute were as smug as ever.

That made her angelic blood boil.

Did they really hate Lucifer, Charlie, her, and sinners so much that they would allow this atrocity to continue?

Even though it went against everything Heaven stood for?!

No.

(Y/N) wouldn't stand for this.

If she was going to help Charlie, she would have to take matters into her own hands.

Luckily, Michael and her other uncles' taught her basic combat.

Hopefully that would at least help her fed off a few exorcists.

The next few days leading up to the extermination, (Y/N) secretly stole some angelic armor and weapons.

She eavesdropped on Adam and Lute trying to find out their plans and the exact time of the extermination.

She even continued to gather information for Charlie to help prove her hotel could work.

She acted as she usually did in front of others to avoid suspicion.

She planned to sneak out the night before the extermination to help Charlie and her hotel prepare for the fight.

She was a little nervous about seeing her newly discovered sister, and possibly her biological father, but she knew she would have to suck it up and wait until after the battle was over.

The morning before the extermination, (Y/N) felt more than prepared - she had everything she needed before tonight.

Everything was going according to plan.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Michael asked the court angel who seemed to be a bit out of sorts.

"W-Well, sir, there seems to be a document missing from one of the court records".

Michael rose a brow, "Okay? Which records?".

"U-Um. . . one of the ancient records, sir."

'Ancient records?'

Michael's brows furrowed - why would a document be missing from one of the oldest records in Heaven? Hardly anyone uses or reads them. They're mainly there as historical records now.

"Strange. . . Which record was it then?"

The court angel gulped, "U-Um. . , i-it-"

Michael glared slightly annoyed, "Just say it!"

"I-It was from Lucifer Morningstar's, s-sir!"

Michael's eyes widened, "Lucifer's?"

"Y-Yes, sir. We noticed some of the court records had been a little out of place the past couple of days, but thought nothing of it as everything was neatly put back. But this morning one of the court angel's found a feather between Lucifer's record, and when they opened it they saw one of the documents inside was missing."

Michael frowned, "Which document?"

". . . The Heavenly Ordinance, sir."

'The Heavenly Ordinance? Why. . . Why would anyone take that?'

"This was the feather that was found inside the court record."

The court angel presented Michael a singular feather. It was beautiful and the design looked very familiar -

Michael's breath hitched as he looked closely at the feather. He snatched the feather out of the court angel's hand looking at it even closer.

'No, no, no - it can't be!'

Without another word Michael flew out of the room leaving very confused and concerned court angels'.

'There's no way! She cannot possibly know!'

Lost in his own frantic thoughts, Michael failed to notice a certain archangel in his path, and proceeded to crash right into him.

"Woah, Michael! What's the rush?" Azrael asked wincing from the impact.

Michael looked at his brother, fear in his eyes, "Azrael. I-It's terrible. . . (Y-Y/N). . . S-She-"

"(Y/N)? Did something happen to her?" Azrael asked worried. He's never been his brother so distressed before.

"S-She. . . She knows."

Azrael furrowed his brows, "'Knows?' Knows, what?"

"About Lucifer. . . the truth about Lucifer and Lilith."

Michael proceeded to tell Azrael the events that happened taken place in the courts archives.

"That's strange," Azrael hummed. "Just as strange as the report I just got that some angelic armor and weapons are missing."

Azrael saw Michael's expression morph into one of absolute horror and waved his hands trying to dismiss his brother's thoughts, "But it could all just be a coincidence!".

Placing his hands onto Michael's shoulders, Azrael looked into his eyes, "Michael. You know (Y/N). As curious as she is, she's not reckless or stupid. She knows her place in Heaven and wouldn't dare ruin that. Have more faith - after all, you are the one who raised her."

Michael calmed his nerves as he listened to his brother's advice. He's right. (Y/N) was raised right and she would never do something that would jeopardize her place in Heaven. Someone else had to have misplaced the document, armor, and weapons.

. . . Still. . .

He couldn't shake off the ugly feeling in his gut.

Hours had passed and it was now late into the night.

To everyone around her (Y/N) was her normal graceful, polite, and dutiful self.

Almost like she hadn't been stressed out the entire month worrying for her cousin, who she recently discovered was actually her sister, and finding out her entire life has been a total lie.

She really played the part of the obedient seraphim quite well.

But right now, she was anything but.

Right now she was the sleep deprived heartbroken, scorned girl who no longer knew who she was or who she could trust here.

But, she was going to find out.

While the rest of the castle was asleep, (Y/N) changed from her night gown into light but durable angelic armor.

She wore her long blonde hair in a high ponytail and carried a long angelic spear on her back (along with a few angelic daggers and a whip on her hips).

Once ready, she quietly unlocked her balcony door trying to make as little noise as possible.

She could feel her nerves shake.

She's never been in a real fight before.

She knew what she was doing was dangerous; and if found out, could lead her into a world of trouble.

Looking back behind her she glanced over her room.

Her eyes landing on a picture frame found sitting on her vanity.

It had a photo of when she was little.

In it she was hugging Michael with her favorite duck plushie in her arms.

They both had such big smiles.

Sadness filled her heart as tears pricked her eyes.

Had it all been a lie?

Well. . . either way, she would find out later.

Charlie needed her right now.

She smiled sadly at the duck plushie laying in her bed silently wishing for luck.

Steeling her nerves, (Y/N) internally prepared herself for the battle ahead.

What she wasn't prepared for was to come face to face with Michael the moment she turned around.

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Domestic Headcanons w/ Mama!Reader and the Fushiguros #2.5: Teen!Mayumi (OC)

TW/Warnings: Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, unhinged crack, JJK OC(but not main x Reader), tons of swearing, Mayumi is truly a Gen Z kid

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns/Usage: She/Her, Mama/Mom

So, it's been awhile since I've actually posted anything. College, projects, life in general fuck my ass up frfr. On top of that, I got really bad writer's block and being burnt out. I've been spending time with family and friends and it's been giving me motivation to write again. So I'm trying to finish my long wips before my winter break ends!

I also made reference pics of Mayumi for anyone who's curious on what she would look like. These pics of Mayumi were based on my appearance since she's an self-insert combination of me and Toji lol. I had to work with what I got to visualize her. If you has questions or wanna ask more about her, feel free to drop an ask in my inbox!

(Credits to the creators of the photo generators from Piccrew and Storior. I didn't create the generators but used them to create these pics)

Preteen!Mayumi:

Teen/Highschool!Mayumi:

Mayumi wasn’t a menace or a problematic child. Nothing was too extreme that required strict parenting. As she grows up, she’s not as rebellious as you imagined. She only talks back to Toji, never you. But even then, she’s setting her boundaries up and setting herself up.

She’s in her own little world, doing her own thing. A go-getter if you will.

Only taking after the green eyes of your hubby, she is a mini version of you through and through. Performing well and evolving into an academic weapon of mass destruction. School has never been an issue for her or will be in the future. She is a competitive person at heart but stays humble as much as she can. She most definitely does Kendo, Kyūdō, and Karuta. You and Toji always go to her competitions. She’s always on the podium in first place. She’s only good because Toji’s the only one who has the physical prowess to match. And Toji doesn’t go easy on her during their training. But your daughter is grateful that her Papa supports her interests and wants her to succeed, which proves your point that you made the right choice in choosing a husband and father for your children.

But Mayumi in her teen years, she turns a complete 180 and becomes a mini Toji. A menace.

She isn’t a bully nor picks on others. It’s the other way around, she is fully beefing with egotistical kids that think they’re all that and can do anything. Her reasoning is quite interesting because she’s trying to show them that the stuff they pulled off wouldn’t slide in the real world. She’s helping them out because the stuff they pulled can be digging their own graves if they mess with the wrong people. The bullies jump her off-school grounds and after school hours, too bad it leads them to either having a bruised complex, pride, or straight up CTE.

She never fought in school, no never. That's after-school activities for her. Even if that were to happen and you and Toji had to be called down, the only thing that matters to Toji is whether or not Mayumi won. But the answer is always the same, which is yes. That’s you as well but you had to be the reasonable parent in the situation. If any of the parents of the bullies trifle with you, you can pull your connection cards on them and it shuts them up good.

“Oh, you think your threats scare me? Bold of you to assume I could feel shaken by someone like you. It’s not like your company violated several labor and wage laws, or your money embezzlement affairs? Hm?”

Once she got to high school at Jujutsu Tech, no one wanted to shit on her because they all know they’ll get boxed up by her after hearing the things she’s done to people that tried her.

She never explained how she controls her impulses. She credits her strong will power but you remember your husband is Toji. And with that, you know her sudden urges to do something reckless/impulsive are watched under the supervision of her father. You know this because one day you saw her long jump over the koi pond in the backyard of your home. She cleared it with perfect form and footing. You’re dead when Toji starts teaching her optimal forms and techniques so she could have a higher vertical and be nimble in the air like he is.

She isn’t a trouble-maker. She’s not as reckless or impulsive like others around her age. You ask her why she doesn’t participate in day adventures or nightly escapades. She said most of her friends have curfews and can’t be out late. All of them have different routines so it’s hard to find time to hangout on the weekends. Mayumi also said she doesn’t know what’s lurking at night and wants nothing to do with it. And She knows Toji will know whether she snuck out at night. But she doesn’t want to cause you and Toji any trouble so she either doesn’t get into trouble at all or does but it’s a situation she knows she can easily handle herself.

She is a certified Zen’in hater and the most vocal about it too. She really doesn’t acknowledge that half of herself and purposely avoids talking about them in a familial matter.

She is definitely stealing Toji’s old clothes and adding them to her wardrobe. The jackets he doesn’t wear anymore? She stole them and is a part of her wardrobe. She says she is repurposing them when she really wants them.

Most of her teen years were filled with K-pop, her aesthetic is Y2K for sure. The staples of her closet are cargo pants, those long retro denim skirts, oversized t-shirts and jackets.

Because Shui sometimes visits Korea for business, Mayumi is always asking him for a TWICE, New Jeans, or BTS vinyls. She gets him all three in her room on display and plays them when she wants to chill out in her room.

Mayumi likes to spend time with Maki, Mai, and Nobara. Trains with Maki alongside Toji. No wonder Mayumi is so good at fighting. She was literally taught by PEAK.

The sibling banter, oh my god. “Mom, get this Emo kid off his ass and tell him I need him to come with me to watch a movie!” “Why me? Can’t you ask Tsumiki or your friends?” “Ugh, because my friends are busy and Tsumiki-Nii won't come home until after her club. Plus, you’re not doing anything right now and today’s our weekly sibling bonding time!” Megumi groans and grumbles before getting up off the couch and grabbing his wallet. Or her saying, “Gumi-Nii, this is why you got no maidens” when Megumi told her to leave him alone when she went into his room to bother him.

Megumi has to deal with her as he is the main victim of her antics. Getting teased and roasted endlessly. He knows everyone's footsteps and knows who coming. That's only because he needed to recognize when Mayumi is coming and needs to mentally prepare himself when interacting with her. This is what happens when Mayumi got your looks but Toji's personality.

Begs Megumi to bring out his shikigamis so she can take pictures of/with them. Putting silly accessories on them like bows and hair clips. She puts hats on his divine dogs or take pictures of them at funny angles.

Don’t get me started on her inheriting Toji’s shit talking and banter. Her snide remarks and roasts are creative and out of worldly that Toji takes mental notes. Prime example, upon learning Toji and Satoru’s “shared past”, her insult library grew. “Dad, I don’t wanna hear anything from you! I’m talking to the same man who had beef with a bunch of high schoolers because his pockets were itching!” Turns to you “Can’t believe you looked at this and thought, ‘Oh, I’m definitely gonna make him my husband and the father of my future kids.’” You raised an eyebrow at her when you looked up from your laptop, “Mayumi, Dearest, you can’t be saying that. If I never gave that man a chance, you, Megumi, and Tsumiki wouldn’t exist. Besides, if it wasn’t for me, your Papa would be seeing a Michael Jackson concert or be at a Tupac meet and greet right now.” On second thought, maybe she got the shit talking from you too.

Continuing on the previous thought, Mayumi will say the most out of pocket, unhinged, crazy type of insults and curses you will ever hear. A prime example of this was during the Tokyo-Kyoto exchange event in Mayumi’s first year Jujutsu Tech. It was a 1v1 tournament between the Kyoto and Tokyo students. Mayumi’s opponent happened to be a third year student from the Zen’in clan. As you were watching from the sidelines with Toji, you couldn't help but notice Mayumi’s expression. She was locked in and basically mean-mugging them. Any and all insults were brushed off and unfazed. As she expected, your daughter knew her distant relative would pick her a part for being a celestial restricted user and not having any curse energy. As the fight went on, Mayumi was getting annoyed. Not because her opponent was hard, oh no not that. She was annoyed by the fact her opponent was all bark and no bite. Like her opponent was legit trying but it wasn’t enough for her. She could’ve easily ended the match, Toji and you knew that from the start, but she wanted to hold out in case her fight would get interesting. Alas, it didn’t and Mayumi was disappointed as hell. As she would put it, she’s related to frauds. Her opponent was yapping away with the classic “You got lucky” and “this isn’t my full power” shit. Now she’s just getting mad that her opponent was absolute garbage. Her opponent said something that you couldn’t quite make out, but Toji did as he let out a huff. You guessed it set off Mayumi because she stared them with the iconic Toji glare, clenched fists and teeth, and said “Choke on my dad’s dick and get pegged by my mom, you damn fraud!” Then proceeds to give that Zen’in the most devious combo imaginable, it connected so well it would be a perfect score in any fighting game. The fight was over with the obvious winner being Mayumi. But you and Toji, stunned for a solid five seconds before bursting out in laughter. For as vulgar and out of pocket your daughter was for saying that, it was creative. Toji even had tears in his eyes because he was dying of laughter but also how proud he was of Mayumi. That combo was crispy and only his daughter could do something like that.

She is so much like Toji that when she was fighting a Zen’in member(s) (99% Naoya), she locked in and did a pose. She had this look in her eyes and her grin was done in a way that’s almost primal. Then everything clicks and she’s giving them flashbacks because she’s giving TOJI AURA. She’s reminding them of Toji and piecing them up like her Pops. As Mayumi likes to put it, she’s running it back to her papa. The get back on the Zen’in clan for Toji. And she fucking delivers, ate that shit up and left no crumbs behind. She’s infamously known to be compared to Toji in the Jujutsu world but she wears that shit with pride and honor. “Disrespect my papa, then I’ll give you guys that generational fade that even your descendants will feel the secondhand embarrassment that you’re their ancestors. Straight up Frauds.”

Forces Toji to take selfies with her. Just a teenage daughter dragging her dad around. She’s just a girl, your dearest daughter, just dragging your 6’1 boulder of a husband around. Doing those drink dates and posting them.

Okay, in my Modern/Toji Lives Au, since Shui doesn’t dip out and go under the radar he has a presence in the kids' lives. Every Time he’s over, he and Toji are yapping away at each other. Every time Mayumi is about to go out, she stops by and greets Shui and Toji before leaving. Usually she would be out the door when she has to go somewhere but there’s always a five minute gap. Turns out, she waits for Shui to give her cash and leaves with at least 29,000 Yen(close to $200 US). Watching this unfold is sometimes jarring because your husband and his friend at one point in time wretched havoc in the Jujutsu/underground world. Now, they’re just two older guys, chilling on the engawa of your home, and having a drink.

Mayumi is running Satoru’s pockets. Gifts, money, anything you name it, he’s getting her something. Satoru told you that as the unofficial oldest child and brother, it’s his job to get gifts and provide some financial incentive to his younger siblings. Since this is voluntary for Satoru, Mayumi is taking full advantage of it. When Mayumi got to that age, Satoru even offered to pay for schooling if she wanted to go to college/university or study abroad. Toji felt a bit insulted with how Satoru was casually flexing his wealth right in front of him. But Toji being the guy with an eye for better deals, he’ll silently let Satoru spurge on Mayumi if it meant he didn’t have to spend a single dime on her.

Ends up having a popular social media presence because she went viral from a post that had you and Toji in it. It was caption with something like "I want what they have/ Why my standards in love are so high" and it's you and Toji doing domestic stuff with Toji having this loving look on his face and you giving him a soft tender expression.

She doesn’t take her account seriously and just posts fun stuff or things for shits and giggles. Probably makes Toji do trends with her or takes videos of him doing mundane things around the house that got netizens foaming at the mouth. Then netizens start foaming at the mouth and become rebid when they find out about you. Doing a mom reveal and people were asking in the comments your skincare/makeup routine, making barking noises, etc. Then she does a family reveal where she includes Megumi and Tsumiki and people say the most unhinged things.

“You guys need a table? I can be a table for you guys”

“If yall need a chair, I’m the best chair to sit on. I can hold everyone.”

“Bro, please, save some for the rest of us! Like, let me have a fighting chance! Please!”

It gets worse when she posts a picture or video of her hanging out with Satoru, Suguru, or Nanami.

When Mayumi reveals both you and Toji’s ages, she did a video of your secrets while you say something sweet and practical like family and dropping your skincare routine then there’s Toji’s portion of the video. Toji just says: “My wife” and that’s it, does not elaborate on it. When Mayumi presses on, Toji responds “Your mom, Mayumi. I mean, do I need to say anything else because I legit got nothing else, Sweetheart.”

She does those livestreams to answer questions, you sometimes watch them when you’re away from home. They make you feel better and you do get a laugh out of them.

Mayumi doing a livestream: “How old is my dad–? Too old for you all! And he’s married! shows a picture of you in the livestream Married! He’s taken! So stay away from my father! Stay away from my father, guys!”

Did a livestream with you and Toji and the amount of time Mayumi had to chastise Toji because the stuff he says will get her banned is hilarious and you are just watching the carnegie unfold right before you.

She did one livestream with her friends doing the hear me out challenge. And one of them pulled out Toji’s picture and put it on the brownie cake. Mayumi: “gasps! That’s my dad! Why the hell did you guys put my dad in!?” It gets worse when her other friend puts a picture of you in there too. Everyone was laughing while Mayumi was straight up flustered and stressed. Poor girl, she doesn’t need to be reminded that everyone wants to bang her parents.

Mayumi begged you to do that trend where daughters put their mothers in their style/clothes. That post was a hit but Toji wasn’t home for that. So when she made a post of Toji’s reaction to the post where you’re wearing Mayumi’s Y2K clothing, it was a hit too. That’s because as Mayumi sends him the post and he watches the post on his phone, Toji watches the video before looking up at Mayumi, with her phone pointed at him, and saying, “You want a younger sibling, Mayumi?” And she lets out a scream that was perfectly cut at the end of the video.

Toji definitely spends the most time with her, they are very close to each other. They vibe on another level that you know you can’t even get. You’re aware she confides about anything and everything to you but always goes to Toji first since he’s more empathetic of her situations and what she goes through.

She’s the extrovert of the family (if you weren’t already one) but spending time and being near her is fun and entertaining. Mayumi is the apple to everyone’s eye but knows when to be strong and stand ten toes when she needs to be. She’s still a kind, considerate, and compassionate person. She’s just more outspoken now that she’s a teenager and she’ll stand on that. She’s a wonderful mix of you and Toji and is a certified Gen Z kid who loves her parents and siblings.

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