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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years ago

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Elementary, Finale:

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only—i choose not to list warnings for this one as not to spoil anything but you know how we get down over here on GMNO, happy endings only. read at your own discretion.) unedited/not proofread (for now)

wc: 7k

series masterlist | joel masterlist

June, 2004

“Don’t you dare,” Joel ordered as he surprised you from the doorway of your bedroom—your former bedroom.

You stood in front of a stack of cardboard boxes labeled “linens”, your hands resting on two sides as though you were caught mid-lift. He walked over to you with a smirk, shaking his head before lifting the box for you.

“You’re already carrying enough,” he said, eyes falling to your swollen belly, six-months into your first pregnancy.

“I think I’m more than capable of carrying a box of sheets,” you countered with a matching smirk, reaching for the box that sat below the one he just stole from you.

“Uh-uh,” Tommy came rushing in, sweeping the box from your grasp. “You got my nephew to worry about.”

“How do you know I’m having a boy?” you asked, following your fiancé and soon-to-be brother in law out of your old home to watch them load the moving truck.

“I can just feel it,” he replied, earning a smile from his older brother.

“I’m still hopin’ for another girl,” Joel admitted as he walked down the rickety metal ramp to meet you as you stood in the walkway, his hands sliding over your belly to rest on your waist. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips before letting you go. “You should go sit in the sunroom with Sarah and Jessie. Make sure they’re keepin’ room for Jesus and all that.”

“Oh, let them be. Not like we have to worry about teen pregnancy—“

“Alright, alright.” Joel covered his ears, wincing at the thought. “Still, I don’t want you workin’ too hard.”

“Joel, I promise, I’m not working hard at all. You and Tommy won’t give me the chance.”

“That’s how it should be,” he countered, walking inside the house with you following behind.

“Guys, guess what?” Sarah and her newly defined girlfriend, Jessie burst into the half-packed kitchen as you stood slowly making your way through your pantry, organizing a keep pile and a donate pile. Joel lifted a brow at her as he started on taking the metal barstools that stood at your kitchen island apart so that they could take up less room in the truck. “Britney Spears is coming to San Antonio next month.”

“Praise to the heavens,” Joel mumbled under his breath, earning a chuckle from you as you rolled you eyes at his lackluster reaction.

“That’s fun!” you replied, looking at the two fifteen year-olds. “How much are tickets?”

“Like thirty bucks,” Jessie sighed, frowning. “My mom’s gonna make me work at the restaurant to earn it.”

“Well, she’s got the right idea,” Joel stood, having disassembled the first stool. “Sarah, why don’t you come work with me and Tommy this week and I’ll buy your ticket.”

“Really?” she asked with a hopeful smile before remembering her fathers line of work. “Wait—at the site? I won’t know what to do.”

“I’m sure we can find somethin’ for you to do.”

“Yeah, I mean…Britney’s worth it,” Sarah sighed and shrugged before walking back into the sunroom with Jessie in tow.

“Hey, did I tell you we got a new hire?” Joel spoke to you as he started on the second stool.

“Oh, that’s good. I thought you were having trouble finding someone?”

“We were, but she got the seal of approval from Tommy. Guess she’s a real jack-of-all-trades type’a builder. S’just what we needed.” You smiled at him proudly, his construction company having taken off this last year and a half. They were almost too busy, too booked, leaving Joel and Tommy to stay behind and work the amount of four people instead of two just so that their projects remained on time. “Hopefully might start gettin’ two days off a week instead of one.”

“That would be nice,” you hummed, walking over to him to slide your hand over his sweaty but irresistible back as he crouched down to unscrew some bolts from the legs of the stool. “I’ve been like a lonely little housewife these last few months. Holed up waiting for my man to come back from the coal mines.”

“Oh, is that right?” He looked up at you with a smirk. It had been a few weeks since the two of you had last been together, long days at the site and, for you, at school forcing you apart. Aside from a few steamy but quick makeouts, you were left longing for your soon-to-be husband. “I been neglectin’ you, huh?”

You nodded, your smile spreading wider as you played along, your voice dramatic and theatrical as you tried on an old-timey southern belle persona. “All I got is this baby I’m brewing to remember you by.”

Joel stood up and dropped his tools on the kitchen counter before letting his hands find your waist, tugging you as close to him as your belly would allow. He leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek that caused your entire body to light with chills as his kisses traveled down your neck.

“Why don’t I take you into the bedroom and give you that attention you’ve been needin’ so bad,” he rasped against your skin, dizzying your mind as you clung to him, breathless and wanting.

“House full of people,” Tommy’s voice sounded, reminding the two of you why you’d gone so long without each other in the first place. “Thought this would be done by now. Been, what, three years?”

“Don’t mind him, his longest relationship has been with the goddamn Longhorns,” Joel mumbled, keeping you hugged to his body. “Don’t know a thing about real love.”

“Yeah, yeah, save me the lecture, old man.” Tommy batted his brother’s teasing away and continued on packing and moving in the living room.

“Have I really been neglectin’ you, baby? All jokes aside,” Joel asked in a whisper pressed to your ear. You squeezed him closer and laid your head on his chest, Joel’s chin resting on top of it as he held you.

“No, I mean…I do miss you, and it has been a while since we last were together, but you’re not neglecting me. You still come home and hold me and talk to me and makeout with me,” you spoke softly, your voice a soothing hum against his chest. “We’re tired people, and especially now with the baby…I didn’t expect you to be clawing my clothes off when I look like a whale—“

“Excuse me?” he snapped, pulling your head from his chest so he could sternly look into your eyes. “None’a that. You’re beautiful…carryin’ our baby. Drives me fuckin’ wild seein’ you like this. M’sorry I haven’t been energized enough to show it, but I promise you, baby…you’re drivin’ me crazy walkin’ around like this.”

His hands slipped to squeeze the globes of your ass that had grown along with your belly and hips and, well, everything else.

“Tommy’s gonna see,” you scolded in a whisper as Joel’s fingers pinched the fabric of your dress until it started to lift, allowing his hands to rest against your skin and the cotton of your panties. Weaker and breathier, you exhaled, “Or the girls.”

“I promise no one’s gonna see,” he rasped, pressing his against your neck.

“Dad, come out here quick! There’s—oh my god! There’s a scorpion!” Sarah’s high-pitched squeal had Joel rushing out into the sunroom, his teasing long forgotten as he searched the room frantically. Sarah pointed in the corner and Joel spotted it, black and bigger than any scorpion he’d seen before.

“How the hell’d you get in here?” he muttered to the insect as he guided the girls inside the house before coming inside as well to grab a cup and the dust pan.

You stood in the frame of the sliding glass door, watching him as he carefully approached the scorpion as though he was Steve Irwin approaching a crocodile.

“They don’t jump, do they?” you asked, wincing as Joel started to make contact, guiding it towards the cup. The girls were behind you as though you were a shield, both of them letting out a squeal when the scorpion tried to strike Joel’s wrist, just barely missing. “Joel, just leave it! This can just be his house now, it’s not worth it.”

“Oh, hush,” Joel barked, keeping focused on the task before him. With either skill or luck, Joel managed to sweep the ground-hog sized scorpion into the glass cup and placed the dust pan over the mouth to keep him inside. “See, I got it.”

“Dad, don’t!” Sarah got gravely serious, sternly ordering her father to remain where he was with a point of her finger. Joel grinned and continued over, making both of the girls squeal and run off through the house.

“It’s so gross,” you cringed, leaning over to look at it through the glass with extreme caution and hesitancy.

“I don’t know,” Joel lifted it to his eye level to study it. “I think he’s kinda cool lookin’. Maybe we can keep ‘em as a pet.”

“Yeah, ri-IGHT—Joel!” you shrieked in terror as he pushed the glass towards you with a bark, making you jump backwards. Joel cackled as he watched you stand with your hand over your heart, your stern eyes watching him unamused. “That wasn’t funny.”

“I thought it was,” he chuckled. You watched him walk out to the backyard and set his new friend free, your heart still thumping in your chest. “Gotta get your heart rate up every now and then.”

“I don’t think you do.” Joel laughed and walked to hold you but was stopped by your hand pushing against his chest. “No, you don’t get to touch me. I almost pissed myself!”

Joel laughed again, proud of his prank. “God, it was good.”

“I’m glad you’re satisfied. I can promise you that’s the only satisfaction you’re gonna get for a while, pal.” Joel poured immediately, following you as you walked through the house out to the front yard where Tommy, Sarah, and Jessie laid out in the grass, staring up at the sky. “Everybody, we’re shunning Joel.”

“What?” he chuckled, looking at you with amusement and affection, so rarely seeing you worked up like this.

“Sure thing,” Tommy replied, mellow and relaxed as he looked at the clouds, a beer in his hand.

“Sounds good,” Jessie agreed before pointing at the sky. “That’s a dragon.”

“Yeah it is,” Sarah agreed. “And why are we shunning dad?”

“He threw the scorpion at me.” You knew you were exaggerating, your smirk growing as you watched Joel scoff at the claim, a look of amazement on the entire time.

“I did no such thing,” he defended. “I jumped it at her—“

“Oh, that’s right. He jumped it at me,” you repeated, still smirking at him. “A pregnant woman.”

“Oh, the pregnancy card again,” Joel playfully sighed, earning a gasp from you.

“Pregnancy card? How dare you?” you laughed. “I rest my case, Sarah.”

“Alright, yeah. Dad’s shunned.” Joel rolled his eyes at you before walking over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he sang, widening your already smitten grin. “I promise not to throw any more scorpions at ya. You forgive me now?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, melting into him.

“I ain’t shunned?” he murmured, kissing your shoulder innocently.

“No, but the threat’s always there. As you just saw, I have the votes.” Joel chuckled against your skin.

“Trust me, I know my place.”

A Week Later

It was a Friday, you’d been stuck at the house all alone, Sarah off with her dad at the site to earn her Britney Spears ticket money. After doing a few hours of nesting, marrying your things to Joel’s around the house, you perked up at the sight of Joel’s name on the caller ID of your cell.

“Hi,” you sang with a smile.

“Hey baby,” he greeted. “Was wonderin’ if you could pick me and Sarah up in about a half hour?”

“Ooo, I get you home early tonight?” Your smile turned into a grin.

“Yeah, but Sean’s havin’ a barbecue at his place. Invited the whole crew so I guess we should show up.”

“Well, I’m in.”

“See you in a little?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

You smiled as you flipped your cell shut, but the task of dressing yourself quickly wiped your grin away.

You felt like a whale in everything these days, and despite Joel’s eagerness for you each and every day, you felt like a stranger to yourself. Even in the dresses you’d been living in, you felt every change in the way your body used to fill them out. You quickly shooed the insecurity from your mind and dressed yourself for comfort before heading out to go pick the Miller’s up.

Rolling into the construction site, you spotted Joel and Sarah standing in the dirt parking lot out in front of the project, a woman in front of them talking. You furrowed your brows as you got closer, seeing that whoever this woman was, she was pretty—the kind of pretty that makes you wonder why the hell she’s here in a construction lot instead of on billboards and magazine covers.

Your chest felt tight with insecurity as you pulled up to them, hoping with all your might that Joel didn’t try to introduce you to Construction-Barbie.

“Alright, Meg. See ya at the party.” Joel waved to her as he opened the backseat for Sarah, a friendly—too friendly—smile on his face when he hopped in the passenger seat. “Hey baby,” Joel leaned forward for a kiss but you were still too jealous to oblige, giving him your cheek instead. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you lied, nodding as you pulled out of the lot, the rest of the drive silent besides the pop on the radio and Sarah's soft hums.

After giving the two of them time to change into nicer clothes, all three of you piled into the car again with Joel in the driver's seat. Sarah talked about her day at work, how cool it was to work with Meg, and how surprising it was that the newcomer managed to make her dad laugh. You tried not to picture the scene.

Joel stopped at a grocery store, running in quickly to grab some beer and a few bags of chips to bring to the party while you and Sarah remained in the car.

“Meg sounds great,” you spoke, unable to keep your jealousy to yourself.

“She’s alright,” Sarah replied, seemingly noticing your insecurity. “A little chatty.”

“Your dad didn’t seem to mind,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.

“She was a little flirty,” Sarah replied. “But dad didn’t seem to notice.”

You tried to shake the jealousy, knowing that it was silly and hormone-driven. Joel loved you. But that didn’t mean that he still couldn’t find someone else attractive at the same time.

At the party, you kept mostly to yourself. You were introverted on a good day, but with this heavy insecurity weighing you down, you found yourself retreating inward while everyone else mingled and carried on.

You were inside the house of Joel’s lead plumber, his wife buzzing around the house as she tried to corral her five children under five. You sat in the living room, watching and praying yours didn’t come out like that—loud and disobedient and restless.

“So, how far along are you?” she asked, breathless as she gave up and sat down on the loveseat across from you.

“Six months,” you replied with a small but friendly smile. “Got any advice for me?”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Besides not havin’ ‘em in the first place? I don’t know—sleep whenever you can. They’ll suck the life outta you if you let ‘em.”

“A little bleak, honey,” Sean, her husband, walked in through the patio door, Joel following behind him.

“It’s the truth,” she argued, giving him a passive aggressive sigh. “It ain’t easy. ‘Specially if there’s only one parent home to do it.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension.

You stood, ready to venture beyond the tension anf chaos of the house, even if it meant having to enter the crowded backyard.

“You comin’ out?” Joel asked, holding his hand out for you to take. You accepted it and let him walk you outside. “That was brutal in there.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. Joel’s eyes scanned you as you stood beside him, staring ahead.

“You sure you’re alright? Been awfully quiet,” he noted.

“Yeah, just…feeling a little off today,” you lied.

Spotting a familiar head of strawberry blonde curls snorting with laughter as she stood with Tommy and Sarah by the grill. They both looked comfortable around her, making your stomach curl with a new type of jealousy. She wanted your entire family.

“Joel!” she called once she caught you staring. “Come over here and join us, darlin’!”

You resented the petname. Turning to Joel, you watched as his cheeks flushed, his eyes flickering to yours.

“C’mon,” he looked to you fully, attempting to slide his hand across your back but you stopped him, swatting his arm away. “Baby,” he began, but you were already too worked up to be consoled. “She calls everybody that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you muttered.

“Baby, you ain’t really jealous, are you?” He chuckled. Wrong move. With a furrow in your brow, you reached your hands into his pockets and tugged out the keys to the car.

“I’m going home. Call me when you wanna be picked up from your date.”

Joel called after you only once, not wanting to make a scene by raising his voice or following you out.

Back at home, you stewed. What started as hormonal territorialism quickly snowballed into justified rage. She’d clearly met your eyes, seeing you standing there beside him, and ignored you. Then, she proceeded to flirt with him right in front of you. Joel did nothing about it except for defend her, which was what you were currently most angry about.

As you aggressively turned the pages of the book you were reading to distract yourself, you were surprised to see headlights through the window. Closing your book, you got up and peeled through the blinds to see Joel and Sarah stepping out of a taxi, your cheeks heating as guilt set in. You didn’t mean for Sarah to get involved in your fight with Joel.

Hurrying upstairs, you heard the front door open, the two of them speaking downstairs but it was too faint to make any sense. As you stood in the bathroom, hurting your clothes off so that you could jump in the shower, you felt more than heard Joel’s heavy footsteps up the staircase. Soon, after you stepped into the shower, Joel found his way into the bathroom, announcing himself in the doorway.

“We’re home.” His voice was gentle, but carried a sadness to it that made you feel less angry and more guilty.

“Okay,” you managed.

“Can I come in?” he asked, the question lingering in the air for a bit before you answered.

“Yeah,” you decided.

In the matter of a few seconds, Joel was stripped and stepping in behind you, his eyes locked on yours.

“I’m sorry,” he started, stepping closer to you and the stream of water. “I told her that pet-name stuff wasn’t cool with me, but I guess she ain’t as good at listenin’ as she is talkin’.”

“She’s pretty,” you replied, desperate to keep hold of this jealousy.

“Tommy thinks so,” Joel added.

“And you?” He shook his head and rested his hands on the swell of your stomach.

“I’m too busy thinkin’ about you,” he replied. “Thinkin’ ‘bout our family.”

“I know you love me, Joel. It’s not about that,” you sighed, moving to turn around but he stopped you before you could even flinch, forcing you to look at him when you continued. “I want you to think I’m…pretty like that. To want me.”

“You don’t think I want you?” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief. “For someone who ‘doesn’t want you’, I sure seem to paw at you every minute of every day.”

“I guess you’re right,” you chuckled, finally seeing the light beyond all the dark gray that this storm of jealousy and insecurity you were caught in. “Just seeing you with someone so pretty, who does what you do—“

“First off, she’s alright. She ain’t half as good as Tommy promised me was. M’pretty sure they’re fuckin’ and that’s why he recommended her.” You laughed. “Secondly, I need you to know that it doesn’t matter who I’m standin’ next to. I’m only ever thinkin’ about the next time I get to see you.”

“You’re good at this,” you smiled, reaching to hold his face in your hands. “Defusing the bomb that is a pregnant woman’s mind.”

“You know…I think that’s the first time I ever saw you jealous,” he hummed, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss on your lips.

“It happens a lot, I’m just usually good at hiding it,” you whispered back, stealing a few kisses for yourself. “Think you should prepare yourself for more of this crazy. Might be this way until the baby comes.”

“I like the crazy,” he smiled.

Five years later — December 25th, 2009

“Iris, watch out—“ Your five year old daughter ran full speed through the kitchen and living room, your two year old son, Miles, clumsily chasing her with his brand new stuffed dinosaur. It was hard to be mad at either of them, their giggles filling the room along with the crunch of the wrapping paper littering the carpet beneath their feet.

“Alright,” Joel scooped both of his children up and threw them over his shoulder, earning squeals and laughter as he walked them over to the couch you were sitting on. He plopped kids onto your lap but only Miles stayed. Joel sighed and sat down beside you as Iris got up again, a mischievous grin on her face as she stood before the three of you, all eyes on her. “Well,” Joel started, lifting his hands before dropping them back onto his lap. “We paid for a show. Are you gonna sing for us, Hannah Montana?”

“Daddy, where’s the phone?” Iris asked, making a fist and then tapping it to help illustrate what she wanted.

“The microphone? Somewhere in all this mess,” you replied, gesturing to the mountain of wrapping paper on the floor. “Gotta go fishing for it, baby.”

Iris quickly got to work, making an arguably bigger mess as she searched for her brand new toy, a microphone that was supposed to be its own speaker as well, but truthfully wasn’t much louder than Iris’s voice.

“Hey, hey!” Sarah walked in the front door with a smile, two large bags in her hands stuffed full of wrapped presents. When she took in the mess, she frowned. “Ah, did you guys already do gifts?”

“Iris already had them open before we even got downstairs,” Joel replied as he walked to the door to take the bags from his now twenty year-old’s hands before giving her a tight hug. “Martin come along?”

Martin was Sarah’s boyfriend of two years, the pair meeting in her biology class freshman year of college.

“Yeah, he’s getting the bags,” Sarah replied before coming over to hug you tight.

“How are you? How’s school?” You missed having Sarah at the house but were more than proud of her for getting into the pre-med program at Stanford.

“School is school, but it’s been way easier now that we aren’t living in the dorms anymore.”

“Sissy!” Iris rushed up to her sister and waved her new Hannah Montana microphone in her face. “Sing with me.”

“Oh…yay,” Sarah forced a smile but looked to you for help.

“How about we open the gifts sissy brought instead?” you proposed and your daughter instantly agreed.

“How was the drive?” Joel spoke to Martin as he helped him carry the bags upstairs to Sarah’s old bedroom.

“Not too bad. Sarah snored the entire way.”

“Sorry ‘bout that. Think she gets it from me.”

When Joel and Martin returned from the second floor, they immediately found their spots beside their partners, each of them making the same pained groan as they sat down.

“God,” you chuckled, looking to Sarah who was already looking at you. “They’re the same person.”

“Gross. Hate that.”

“You gonna pass out the gifts or what?” Joel asked, unamused by the comparison.

As Sarah and Martin sorted out the gifts, handing a few to Iris, a few to Miles, two to you and one to Joel. Joel shook his head at the box handed to him, but Sarah’s round eyes got her her way every single time.

“Told you no gifts for me,” Joel grumbled as he ripped the wrapping. “Don’t want you spendin’ your money—“

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she smiled, sitting down beside her boyfriend. “I think you’ll like this one. It’s a gift for everybody, but I think you’re going to have the most fun with it.”

You watched him rather than opening your own gifts, the small black box in his hand opening to reveal a key. Joel looked up with boyish eyes, shocked and excited and near tears all at the same time.

“What is it?” you asked, plucking the key from his hand.

“This ain’t—how—what?” Joel spoke through his shock.

“What’s it a key to?” you asked again, chuckling at the tears welling up in your husband’s eyes.

“My parents used to own this beat up old ranch in San Antonio, but had to sell it off when Sarah was a kid. I always wanted to buy it back and fix it up, but I just…never got around to it,” Joel finally replied to your questioning, turning to you with wet eyes and a big smile before looking at his daughter and her boyfriend. “How did—“

“My dad’s a realtor and knew the guy who was selling it, so Sarah and I put our money together to buy it back,” Martin detailed.

“In your name, so don’t get too excited. Mortgage isn’t gonna be that bad because we got it at twenty thousand and we put down a decent down payment,” Sarah added. “So, just a few hundred a month.”

“Baby girl,” Joel shook his head and looked down at the key. “How much do I owe y’all—“

“Dad, you took care of me my whole life. You deserve this. Besides, I just signed with a publisher for my book, so—“

“What?” you practically squealed, Miles covering his ears as he sat in your lap. “Congrats, baby girl!”

“Thank you, thank you,” she smiled and bowed, bringing your eyes to the shining rock on her ring finger. Joel seemingly noticed it too because his clapping suddenly ceased.

“What’s that?” he asked, his eyes shifting to Martin’s nervous stare.

“Shit—we were gonna announce it at dinner so Uncle Tommy could be here too, but…” She looked to her boyfriend. “We’re engaged.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hands lifting to your mouth to hide the joy in your smile. “I’m so happy. Oh my god!”

“That’s bad, mommy,” Iris scolded. You nodded but pointed at Sarah’s ring.

“I known, but sissy’s getting married, baby!”

“Dad?” Sarah spoke to her father who sat frozen in shock. You turned to him as well, studying him carefully for any signs of anger or disappointment, but instead found only pride and joy. “Please don’t be mad. Martin wanted to ask first but I told him that’s too old school—“

“Baby, I’m not mad,” he assured softly, shaking his head as his eyes welled with fresh tears. “I’m just so happy.”

“Oh, dad,” Sarah cooed, her own eyes shedding tears as she walked over to hug her father close as he stood up. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, baby girl. So much.” Joel squeezed her once more before letting her go and turning to her fiancé. “And you too by proxy.”

After a long afternoon spent beside Joel at the computer studying the state of the ranch from the pictures Martin pulled up from the realtor, it was decided that Joel would take weekends off of work—not that he usually worked them anymore, the business having taken off so much that it forced him into a more managerial role—and drive down to the ranch to work on it, the kids and you invited of course but he understood if you didn’t want to, after all, “It ain’t gonna be pretty for a while, baby”. You agreed to let him check it out in person first before coming along because it seemed a little too dangerous for the kids with the property’s long, unmowed yard and old, untouched cabin.

Dinnertime came and so did Tommy and his girlfriend of one year—who also happened to be your good friend and a successful attorney—Maria, the two of them walking into a cleaner home than the one Sarah and Martin were greeted with. She had a six year old son, Kevin, who loved to play with your babies every time he came over.

“No fuckin’ way,” Tommy held up Sarah’s left hand to stare at the ring. “You were just a snot-nosed kid a second ago.”

“Yep,” she giggled.

“Well,” Tommy dropped her hand and looked to Martin, giving him a handshake. “You know who you’re gonna answer to if you hurt her.”

“Alright,” Joel interjected as he returned to the kitchen table that the adults were sat at while the kids played in the living room, The Grinch on in the background to busy them even more. He set a bottle of beer down in front of each of you, but Marin was quick to slide her bottle away from her. “No? And I bought the good shit just to impress y’all.”

“It’s just…” She looked to Tommy for help, the younger Miller smirking as he turned to the table.

“We’re havin’ a baby,” he announced and the table roared with applause and cheers. Joel’s smile was the widest, the two brothers locking eyes. Joel lifted his beer up to toast to life and the rest of you gladly clinked your bottles together in agreement. To life, indeed.

March, 2010

“So,” Joel started, a proud but nervous grin on his face as you climbed out of the passenger seat of the car to get a good look at the ranch. “What d’ya think?”

The long, unmowed grass was now trimmed neatly, making the land look so much bigger. Joel had fixed the gate, but you noticed that when he pulled in; he made sure to have a sign placed at the entrance reading “Miller Ranch” to properly fulfill his lifelong dream. The old, rickety cabin was now renovated and converted into a private den in case Sarah and Martin ever wanted to come stay for a while. Beside it stood a brand new ranch house, modest in size compared to the surrounding ranches, but it was big enough to hold three bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen, and a living room. But the part you loved most was the wrap-around porch he built by hand, painted a soft, pale yellow to contrast to the white of the home.

“I think,” you started, a smile growing on your face. “I wanna live here now.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled and approached you at the passenger side door, pressing you against it. “Why don’t we go inside? Maybe…test it out.”

“Mm, might as well take advantage of Tommy and Maria watching the kids,” you replied, your lips ghosting over his.

Joel tugged you along by the hand up the gravel driveway, allowing you the time to admire the little details like the swing he built onto the big oak tree between the den and the house, or the sneak peek you caught of rose bushes in the backyard. With each detail, you fell more and more in love with the property, and what was once a joke now turned into a serious longing—you wanted to move here. Bad.

“Ready?” Joel asked as he opened the screen door and rested his hand on the doorknob of the main, wooden door painted that same, soft yellow. You nodded at him and he opened the house, letting you walk in first, he flipped on the lights behind you as he entered. You gasped at the living room, how spacious but cozy it felt with a fireplace built in, not that the San Antonio weather ever really called for it.

Turning to the other side, you saw the dining room that connected into the kitchen via a square archway. You started that way, admiring the hand-made dining table before walking into the kitchen of your dreams. You let out a moan at the size of it, the brand new appliances that were a surprise but don’t worry, they’re on a lease.

Back in the hall, you carried on, admiring the framed pictures he’d hung of your joined family over the years, the smiling image of Sarah’s mother and Mary and Paul and everyone you’d lost bringing tears to your eyes.

“This is gonna be Miles’ room,” Joel opened the door to a room set up for a kid rather than a toddler aside from the bed with safety rails on it. You smiled at the thought of your son growing up here.

“And this?” you reached for the door across the hall and opened it to find a bathroom, modest but new.

“Kids bath,” he replied. Guiding you to the room beside Miles’, Joel opened it and displayed a soft pink painted bedroom that Iris was going to absolutely adore. “For baby girl.”

“Which means this has to be our room, right?” you asked, reaching for the door across from your daughter's room. “Little close, no?”

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head and entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He made a lot of noise, or at least that’s what you assumed from his heavy feet jumping on the hardwood floors, but you couldn’t hear much of anything. When he emerged, he was breathless and smiling. “Hear anything?”

“Felt you jumping around, but no,” you grinned. “You soundproofed it?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Took me a while to get it right but…we can make all the noise we want now.”

“Well,” you began, sliding your hands up his chest as you batted your eyes at him. “Why don’t we give it a proper go?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss you teasingly, forcing you to seek more of his mouth in yours. “Come on,” he rasped, tugging you into the bedroom. “There’s one more surprise on the tour before I can get you naked. Go take a look in the bathroom.”

You did as you were told, leaving him by the bed to walk into the en-suite. You gasped at the clawfoot tub perched by a large bay window, looking out at the garden of flowers he’d planted.

“Joel…you—“ You shook your head, eyes now raining tears as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Joel laughed and came over to hold you as you buried your face in his chest. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, baby,” he chuckled, amused by your reaction. “You like it, I take it?”

“Like it?” you lifted your head and shocked him with the amount of tears soaking your eyes. “I’m about to get down on my knees.”

“You can get down on your knees after I get my fill, how about that?” he husked against your cheek as he kissed your tears. “Go lay down on the bed, baby. Everything off.”

You didn’t waste any time in obeying, practically skipping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Your shoes and jeans came off first, then your top, and finally your undergarments before you climbed onto the mattress to test it out. Joel walked in but remained patient at the foot of the bed as you laid in the center of the mattress, beckoning him closer with the curl of your finger. Joel grinned and peeled his t-shirt off before slowly, painfully slowly, undoing his belt and jeans.

“Roll over,” he commanded. “Wanna see somethin’.”

“I wonder, what ever could that be?” you joked, rolling onto your stomach and instinctively arching your ass into the air. Joel’s knees dipped the mattress as he crawled onto the bed behind you, his hands gripping the globes of your ass as he let out a groan.

“So pretty like this,” he hummed before surprising you with a broad lick up the seam of your cunt. “My country girl.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just don’t stop.” Joel laughed at your plea but obliged, licking you again. He kept at it, his tongue greedily and filthily lapping up every inch of you it could find before tensing and burying into your cunt while his fingers rubbed circles over your clit.

“Mm,” he hummed as he pulled away for a moment to speak. “There’s a gift for you in the nightstand. Why don’t you have a look?”

You chuckled hesitantly and crawled over the mattress to reach into the nightstand on your side of the bed, finding a long black box inside. You pulled it out and turned over to sit, facing Joel as he sat on his ankles at the foot of the bed. “Open it.”

“Is this—“ You silenced yourself by opening the box, your eyes taking in the sight of one of those wands you’d been desperately dropping hints about wanting to try out. “Oh, baby. You’ve got competition now.”

“Oh, do I?” he smirked, crawling to lay over you, forcing your head to rest back against the pillows. “That’s alright. Gettin’ too old to do all that work anyways. Might as well take all the help I can get.”

“You know you’ll always have one thing no one else has,” you purred, reaching to stroke his cock as it rested on your belly. “They couldn’t replicate this if they tried.”

“Mm,” he smiled against you. “You’re just flatterin’ me now.”

“Uh-uh,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect. The way you fill me up, the way it feels inside. I’ll never get enough.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined against your jaw as he nibbled there. “Turn it on, wanna get you ready to take me. So damn hard for you, can’t even think.”

You flipped on the vibrator, gasping at the power behind it while Joel simply groaned.

“Go on,” he urged. “Press it to your clit, baby.”

“Fuck,” you hissed as you lowered it to your bundle of nerves, the whir of the vibrations making your thighs tense and jerk, but Joel’s hips stopped them from closing.

“Does it feel good?” he asked against your pulse as he kissed the skin there.

“Yes,” you panted. “But I want you.”

“Not ‘til you cum,” he replied, trailing his fingers down your belly, past the vibrator, and into your soaked entrance. You let out an animalistic moan, something primal and so unlike yourself. “God, baby,” he moaned against you as he curled his fingers up towards that dizzying spot inside. “You don’t make those noises for me. Maybe I do got competition.”

“Joel,” you whined, unsure of what to say or how to describe how good it felt to have him inside you along with this gift of an invention. “Please. Please.”

“Cum on my fingers,” he ordered, low and dark and right into your ear. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”

As if your body had simply been awaiting the order, you came immediately, squeezing him as you writhed beneath his weight, the vibrator turned off and tossed across the bed. Joel slid into you while you were still clenching around nothing, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs at the force of his thrusts inside. You felt like you transcended into some sinful sort of heaven, one where only you and Joel resided.

“God, baby,” he whined, his arms slid beneath the arch of your back to hug you tight as he pounded into you. “So fuckin’ wet. God, I need to cum. Been too long.”

“Those fuckin’ kids,” you managed a joke, earning a laugh before he found his rhythm again.

“Baby, fuck,” he warned, his voice as wrecked as yours as you screamed his name into the empty home, your nails scratching down his back as you begged him to let you cum again, as if he ever denied you. “Go on,” he urged, sitting up on his knees to watch his cock disappear into you only to come out covered in your shine. “Fuck, come on. Cum for me. Right fuckin’ now, baby.”

“Oh!” you screamed, again unlike yourself, and clawed at his arms for purchase as your orgasm hit so hard it might have been painful if it hadn’t felt so fucking good. “Joel, please, please, please. Cum inside me.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his face scrunched up as he watched himself let go into your pussy, his eyes glued to where you were connected while pulsed inside of you with a deep growl. When he pulled out, he quickly lowered himself to the mattress and nestled between your thighs, fucking his spend back into you with his finger while his tongue swiped round and round over your clit until you were begging him to stop. “Too much?”

“For now,” you grinned. “How much longer do we have until we have to get back on the road?”

“I’d say a couple hours,” he replied, sated but a hint of mischief in his voice. “We could always try out that new bath.”

“God, I love you.” You pulled him up and kissed deeply. “So glad you showed up to that parent teacher conference.”

“Thank you for givin’ Sarah and I a family again,” he whispered. “I love you so much, baby. I—gonna get me all choked up. I love you.”

“I love you.”

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animequeen4 · 7 months ago

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Adam x reader

story take place in the garden of Eden (just wanted to try something)

Here @mamamim thanks for the encouragement to write this please enjoy

Yn pov:

I didn’t know what to do anymore

I was originally made to be a companion for the Angel Lucifer as a way to keep him distracted from the humans as heaven has notice he had been spending too much time with the humans getting in the way of them of what their supposed to do. But sadly it did not work and Lucifer and Lilith had fell I love running away leaving me without a purpose making me feel empty inside. I go to one of the trees in the garden and proceeded to try silently. As I am crying I do not hear the sound of someone coming. When I come to, I noticed the human Adam looking at me annoyed until he saw my face.

Adam was not exactly happy to see another Angel considering one just recently stole his wife. but upone seeing the female Angel he feels pity for her. “what is wrong with you?”

“Oh I’m sorry I thought you were on the east side of the garden I’ll go if I’m bothering you” I start to feel even worse knowing that someone saw me at this sad and pitiful state blushing profusely and about to fly off

“wait!… You don’t have to go we can just sit here if you want”

“Um sure I guess it’s better than being alone” sits back down

after that moment be become closer and even become friends. It was a bit awkward after Eve was created but we still made it work and even after he was kicked out of Eden I keep and eye out on him

when he finally made it into heaven we became even closer and somewhere along the way we fell in love next thing I know I made his 3rd and final wife. Things only got better when we found out I some how got pregnant. Adam says it’s because of his “angelic sperm” but we honestly don’t know 😖 either way we are excited and happy and all though it still hurts to think about luci leaving me in heartbreak I wouldn’t change it any way if it meant I didn’t meet Adam and get our happy ending

one day Adam says he wants me to come with him that he wanted me to come with him to a meeting even though it’s in hell and I was 7 months pregnant. he said it was just a simple meeting with Lucifer and his daughter it would be quick and lute couldn’t go with him since she had the day off and he couldn’t get in contact with her and he trusted me. After much discussion and him promising to get me some pickles and ice cream, to carry me there because flying has become a lot harder due to the extra weight and soreness, and him promising to stop complaining about my weird pregnancy cravings and to give me a massage and cuddles later I agreed to go (let’s just say I used this to my advantage a lot)

We got to the meeting room early and waited to meet the father and daughter duo. Charlie can first and came up to shake our hand's and when she saw the baby bump she immediately had start eyes. She even asked to if she can feel the baby bump but backed off upon seeing Adam’s annoyed face not long after she took her seat Lucifer came in

Lucifer pov:

As I was a bit late getting ready for the meeting so as I was getting ready i a got text from Charlie saying she is with Adam and some women who sounded familiar.

upon thinking I realized it was yn, the girl I left all those years ago. I still feel bad about it but I was in love with Lilith and was thrown out of heaven. What no one know was that I did have some feeling for her but I was in love with Lilith.

upon walking into the meeting room I am meet with my sweet Charlie, unfortunately Adam and yn. Granted she looked a little different now but she was still just as beautiful as when I was still in heaven.

After a bit of talking we are finally done and I decided to talk with her a bit unfortunately though we couldn’t really get close to each other due to us sitting on different side of the take. But as I was hoping she was still the same beautiful girl I remember.

yn pov:

As we are finishing me and Adam get up too leave and upon getting up Lucifer screams out “what the what?!?!”

“what?” “you’re pregnant?!?!” “Yes I am, 7 months to be exact” I smile fondly and start caressing my baby bump

“Oh that’s great! 😃 Amazing even! Who’s the lucky guy?” He asks all nervously

Adam then proceeds to come closer and hug me from behind picks me up and Carry me while making a smug face

“Yup I did that”

“WHAT?!?!” Both Charlie and Lucifer asks surprised but Lucifer says especially

“Yes me and Adam are married and he is the father” I say trying not to act flustered and shows them the wedding ring on my finger

“Wow this is wow I did not expect Adam to want any more children. But I am happy for you” Lucifer says with a little sadness behind his tone

“Thank you and it was nice seeing you Lucifer”

as Adam turns around to walk through the portal still carrying me he looks behind him one last time giving Lucifer a smug smile knowing he now is the one with a loving wife and being loved while luci now know what abandonment he and his wife felt life.

okay this took a while but here it is please be nice this is my first original writing piece thank you hope you all enjoy

#adam x reader #adam #hazbin hotel adam

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rat-cannibal · 8 months ago

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i have no idea if you write for adam, but here i am

i am the ultimate angst asker, if you're okay with that

adam or lute(ilovewomenbumpersticker) x reader who does in the extermination without them knowing.

- FEED ME A BONE,

carcass

aaaa thank you so much for the request!! i am a fellow lover of women, so I will do Lute at a later date. i wasnt too sure about what you meant by 'does in'. i did give you a sad ending though, so hopefully that makes up for it!

how would adam or lute react to the reader finding out about the exterminations? Part 1

- Adam -

you and adam started dating before he started the exterminations

you're an amazing person - kind, sweet, innocent, everything an angel should be. and also everything Adam isn't.

adam is already so insecure about anything that has to do with hell bc lucifer stole his wives (cue pussy eating hand gesture)

so he doesn't even mention it when he starts thinking about the exterminations

you're suspicious, obviously, because he's going off on so many meetings and is becoming more distant

but you dont say anything because you love adam, and he would never lie to you.. would he?

when adam finally gets his extermination team approved, he's overjoyed

he comes home and immediately kisses the shit out of you

You whine as he pulls away from you, your lips swollen and your face flushed. You try to catch your breath. "Not that I'm complaining, but, uh, what exactly was that about?"

Adam grins widely, squeezing your hands. "What, am I not allowed to kiss my beautiful partner hello?" You sense a hint of deceit in his voice, but choose not to question him about it.

you and adam always sleep in the same bed at nights. you have practically since you started dating.

so when one night he doesn't come home, alarm bells immediately go off in your head

is he cheating on you? maybe he found someone else, someone better

no, you reason, surely he's just held up at work

your suspicions only intensify when he returns the following morning, hair tousled and clothing ruffled

he looks exhausted, like he didn't get any sleep. usually this would indicate a long day at work, but theres a smile on his face that paperwork could never cause

dread grows in your stomach

he greets you happily, like nothing's wrong, and you play along, not wanting to fight with your boyfriend about something that could very well have been a misunderstanding

next year, though, when he disappears again and comes back looking thoroughly satisfied, your suspicions are confirmed.

adam is cheating on you.

you're a very conflict-averse person, so these yearly meetings go on for nearly two decades (time works different in heaven ok just roll with it. 1 year = a month to them basically)

eventually, though, you come home from a hard day of work and Adam isn't there.

that pushes you over the edge. you pack a bag and store it in the closet before going back to your room.

you would look for an apartment in the morning. for now, you just want to sleep.

you wake up and join adam in the kitchen for breakfast. he looks like he always does after these meetings - ruffled, yet satisfied.

"Adam," you say simply, "we need to talk."

"Uh-oh," teases Adam, "am I in trouble?"

"Where were you last night?"

Adam swallows thickly. "What?"

You glare at him. "Where were you last night?"

"I was busy with a work thing - you know how it is, babe, they work me to the bone. It's ridiculous."

"Why do you look so happy, then, so fulfilled?" You sigh. "Look, Adam, I know you're cheating on me. I've known for years now. I guess I just hoped you'd have the balls to admit it."

adam tries to frantically explain that he's not cheating on you, that he's been leading a yearly extermination

he would never cheat on you, he loves you

you demand to know what an extermination is, and he tells you in more detail than you ever would have wanted

you listen in silence as he describes the joy he gets from killing demons - from killing human souls

you retrieve your bag and leave your shared apartment for good

adam begs you to stay, says he'll change, that he'll do anything

but you can't be with a murderer

#hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #gn reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #angst #heavy angst #sad ending #no happy ending

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bookswithsyd · 3 months ago

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368 Pages of Pain and Sadness | Heaven Official's Blessing

With a cover like book four’s, I would have never guessed that this was going to be one of the saddest things I’ve read in a while. Book three ended with the gang ended up in the abandoned Temple of Water and Wind, and that is where we pick up the story.

Plans might not have gone right, but there’s nothing that good food can’t fix. The original plan was to eat the best food they could find and a change of destination wasn’t going to stop them. After a Fire Social, a mobbing, and a kidnapping, the plot really gets going. The joys of reading the books include seeing the freak out of Wind Master at the first sighting of the Fire Social, the sharing of passwords (I found it so cute how easy it was for Hua Cheng to get Xie Lian’s password), and an embarrassment filled game of strip questions (seriously, one layer of clothing and they are still fully covered yet they act so scandalized by it).

Now it’s time for the downhill plummet of the emotional stability. After the Wind Master is taken in the flood of people, the hunt for him begins.

I was left with a lot of questions for a lot of this book. Xie Lian’s main tactic of helping the Wind Master was to use the Soul Shifting Spell and taking his place, knowing that he was not going to be effected by the evil spirit (or so he thought). The use of the Wind Master fan as a melee weapon showed both Xie Lian’s skills as a martial god and his inability to quickly adapt to others spiritual weapons (much would anyone in his position). But the main issue that brings up an errie feeling that never seems to leave in this book, is when Xie Lian makes it to a save place for the Wind Master to wait for rescue and switches back bodies.

Why did the Wind Master leave the safe haven made for him? Why did Xie Lian call for the Water Master after they knew where the Wind Master was? And why did the Water Master act the way he did when taking away an extremely distressed Wind Master?

This entire section left me feeling unsettled. Something is clearly wrong and nobody seems to care.

The Main Points

The Wind Master might not have gained Godhood in a legitimate way. Having been cursed as a baby, it seemed that nothing would mean safety. That is- until he ascended to Godhood. But, what did he do to earn his ascension?

Xie Lian is essentially tasked to protect and solve the issue of the Reverend of Empty Words. With the Water Master going into his third trial, it was up to the small group of three gods and a ghost king (who was only there to be close to Xie Lian and watch the chaos).

Going back to my main questions, why was the Water Master so weird when taking away the Wind Master? Well, because he knew that he was hiding dangerous information. He had traded off his little brother’s curse and stole an innocent child’s fate. Sending a stranger to become a ghost and his brother to become a God. All for his selfish desire to save someone he loves.

When the trails go awry, and the gang washes ashore of the Ghost King who rules the waters, it’s time to grab the tissues. Wind Master is found shackled and mentally broken after being separated during the groups war with the waters. The mysterious house they find after comes with not only a room to send everyone home, but a pile of bones later revealed to be the true Earth Master.

So, if the Earth Master is dead, who was travelling with us this whole time? The reveal of the Earth Master being Ghost King Black Water was one that connected a lot of points and added a level of terror. Once again, the Soul Shifting Spell is a life saver (umm life extender?). With the real identity of the Earth Master revealed to the brothers, it’s not much longer until the most traumatizing thing to happen in the story begins.

The death of the Water Master at the hands of Black Water, all while the Wind Master is begging and sobbing is heartbreaking to read. The illustration that depicts the scene only adds to the despair.

The only thing that could make this book worse, is if Ling Wen betrayed everyone and ran off with a dangerous tool right when a mountain is opening to birth a new Ghost King…

My Favorite Parts

Not everything in this book is depressing, only a good amount of it. There are some slice-of-life moments between the tear-jerking ones.

The first one is the care free attitude of Hua Cheng throughout the beginning. Him changing outfits while everyone is frantic is such a small comedic thing that is slipped in but doesn’t feel out of place or distracting. This paired with him getting Xie Lian’s password which was meant to trick you showed how in tune with Xie Lian Hua Cheng actually is.

Field work day is probably my favorite part in this book. Not only do we get domestic Hualian working together, but we also get jealous Xie Lian when asked about Hua Cheng’s relationship status. The lightheartedness of this section took me away from the dread I was feeling and I think that proves who well written this series is.

And of course, who can forget the retrieval of spiritual power scenes. With one being about taming a wild Ghost King going mad (Having to explain this to prove that the cover image was NOT WHAT YOU THINK was… tiring), and the other one being a protective need to keep Xie Lian at Puqi Shrine instead of with the Wind Master showed how far they will go for each other. Instead of running away like Hua Cheng told him, Xie Lian stays and bares the brunt of the strong spiritual energy because he couldn’t stand to see him in so much pain. Instead of staying out of fighting and letting Xie Lian help the Wind Master, Hua Cheng seems scared every time the Soul Shifting Spell is used, to the point where he takes back the spiritual energy being used to get Xie Lian back to him.

Wrap Up

This book marks the halfway point of the series. I’m not sure where it is going to go now that Xie Lian has lost two people who he saw as his only friends in the upper court. His world has been turned upside down, not knowing if the Wind Master is alive or dead, and knowing that Ling Wen has gone against the heavens for some unknown reason.

The only good thing is that Hua Cheng is there for him no matter what happens. I can feel the stakes raising as the heavens prepare to fight against a new Ghost King, so I can’t wait to see what Heaven Official’s Blessing has to offer next.

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mothybean · 5 months ago

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Airhead

Chapter 2

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I stood in front of Vi’s front door and gave it a gentle knock. Caitlyn said that she knew the perfect person to tutor me, never would I have guessed that it would be Vi’s little sister. I didn’t even know she had a sister. I felt blindsided. As I waited, my eyes fixated on their doormat. It was your typical dark orange jute welcome mat. In the middle of it was a giant cursive ‘Welcome Home’ in black font. Super cheesy. I feel like everyone with a Costco membership owned this exact welcome mat. Based on looks alone, their house looked like your ideal cookie cutter home, from the ceramic garden gnomes chillin’ on their vibrant green, freshly cut lawn to the two black Audi's parked side by side on their long stretched driveway. Oh yeah, they were definitely well off. I wonder what their profession was.

A few moments passed, my eyes tracing each letter on the mat when I heard loud footsteps approach the door. I looked up to see a distorted silhouette behind the door’s privacy filmed window. The large white door opened and a familiar pink hair girl poked her head out.

“Hey, Y/N.” She exclaimed coolly, opening the door wider for me to step in. I smiled back and readjusted my backpack strap on my shoulder. If anyone else tried to pick up my bag, they’d probably instantly fall to the floor. I had a good 60 pounds in my bag, from books to random miscellaneous college related junk, it was enough to take a grown man out if you used it as a weapon.

“Thank you for having me. I really appreciate it.” I said shyly, gripping my bag strap a bit tighter. This thing felt heavier by the second.

“Oh, don’t thank me. Jinx was the one that agreed. I’m more street smart, my sister stole all the book smarts.” She laughed, shutting and locking the door behind us. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I can read a book, but this is more my style.” Vi flexed her biceps, proving her point.

The girl was absolutely ripped. I knew Vi was in shape, I just didn’t know how much though. Every time we hung out as a trio, Vi typically wore hoodies and baggy pants. I could never depict her body type, but now, I was able to view the full picture. Vi was wearing a black sports bra with a white trim and tight black workout pants, hugging her thighs tremendously. Respectfully, Caitlyn was one lucky girl.

“Damn dude! You’ve been putting in the work! How’s police life treating you?” I questioned, pulling my wandering eyes away from her beautiful figure and kicked off my shoes, neatly placing them onto the metal shoe rack.

“It’s great so far. All of my coworkers are super chill.” Vi said as she led us down the hallway towards what I presumed to be the living room. “Jinx should be down soon. She’s finishing up some project in her room. Not to leave you here by your lonesome, I gotta get ready. Caitlyn is coming by for a little date night and I need to hit the showers. I stink.” She flashed me an apologetic grin. I playfully rolled my eyes at her before Vi took off down the hall and around the corner. Vi was such a sweet person. She was absolutely perfect for Caitlyn too. Caitlyn didn’t have time for someone who was passive about their life, she wanted excitement, someone to keep up with her and Vi was just that person. Vi was a great friend to me as well. The moment Caitlyn introduced us, we instantly hit it off and became close. Even if they broke up, I’d definitely still be friends with Vi.

I set my heavy load down by the white sofa and took a seat on their plush couch, my eyes darting around Vi’s place. My interior design brain kicked in, instantly assessing the style as industrial. It was gorgeous . Everything was in such pristine condition, the couch, the floor, the carpet, even the fucking cat. They had a beautiful light pink hairless cat sleeping on a cat tree by the back door, the sunlight hitting it ever so slightly. That cat must be in heaven. The theme of the room was mainly black and white, minus the red brick wall that towered up to the second floor to a loft. A fucking loft. I was a sucker for high ceilings. Something about them made me feel homie and a tad bit posh if we’re being honest. I would kill for a place like this.

Once I finished inspecting every inch of the interior, I unzipped my bag and pulled out my laptop. I sighed as I pressed the power button, my laptop making a high pitched whirring sound. With the amount I’ve used this thing, I’m surprised it was still kicking. Once it booted up, I pulled up a list of all the flunked assignments I had. We were only a few months in and there were about 70 assignments, 57 of those assignments I either failed or received a low score. Incredible. I didn’t want to even think about Humpfuck’s class right now. I wasn’t even sure if Jinx could comprehend his gibberish, her being younger than us. I tried fighting back on Caitlyn’s choice, but she was pretty confident about Jinx’s ability. If I knew one thing, it was to always trust Caitlyn’s judgment. That girl has gotten me out of trouble multiple times. If she was wrong, then that meant pigs could fly. She was never wrong. As I sat there deep in thought, staring at my computer screen and shaming myself for the file full of failures, I didn’t even notice the figure standing in front of me.

“Hi.” Jinx said quietly. Her sudden greeting startled me, causing me to launch my laptop in the air. I sat in awe, my heart racing from the unintentional spook as I watched my computer fall downwards. The blue haired girl swiftly snatched it before it hit the ground. “Sorry.” She apologized, handing my unscathed computer back to me. I was shocked. What reflexes!

“I should be the one apologizing, I didn’t see you there!” I placed my laptop on the couch and stood up, extending my hand in front of me. “I’m Y/N.” I greeted, inhaling deeply to cool my heated cheeks down from embarrassment.

“I know.” She said with a rather bored tone, lazily shaking my hand. “So, what are you struggling with?” She questioned, plopping down next to my laptop. I blinked a few times. Vi never mentioned that she was a bit brash. I quickly shook off the negative feelings I had and cleared my throat.

“Natural Sciences. Our teacher is living in the 1500s. It’s hard to understand what this guy is saying half the time.” I laughed nervously. Jinx seemed unamused. I cleared my throat again as I pulled up a random file for her to go over. I handed her my laptop and leaned my elbow on the couch’s arm, putting more distance between us. I felt super awkward. I thought Vi was going to at least introduce us, she knew I was socially awkward. Apparently, so is Jinx. What a great duo!

We sat in silence for what felt like hours, in reality it was only a couple of minutes, but the stillness made it feel worse than it was. As she looked over my document, I could help but secretly study her appearance. I couldn’t deny it, even if she was a brat, she was super cute. She had ridiculously long, silky, dark blue hair that was pulled into two perfect braids. When she was standing, the ends of her braids touched her ankles. It was impressive, the length of her hair, I couldn’t handle my hair past my chest, let alone to my ankles. Her skin was pale, but it was flawless nonetheless. And, my favorite feature so far, she had tattoos. Baby blue clouds lined her right arm like a sleeve. I was a sucker for tattoos. And long hair. And women. I wondered if she likes girls too.

“Y/N?” Jinx questioned. I pulled my eyes from her tattoos and met her gaze. Damn. Even her eyes were a beautiful shade of ocean blue.

“Y-yes?” I stuttered, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Let’s go over this one, yeah?” She pointed to the laptop in between us.

She scooched closer to me, her bare shoulder barely touching mine. My body froze as if I was dropped in an ice bath. I tried to stay focused, as she explained the sheet but I was too busy getting lost in her eyes as she spoke. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. At that moment, all I could think about was her. I wanted to drown in her waters.

#jinx #jinx x reader #lgbt #arcane #arcane jinx #arcane vi #arcane caitlyn #multishot #fanfiction #arcanefanfiction #fanfic

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fluffypotatey · 1 year ago

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While i do think shadowpeach never actually fell out of love despite everything (well at least macaque definitely) , what do you think their reaction would be when they realized they no longer loved the other? Cause i do feel a small part of them would feel grief about something they had and treasured for so long

And to keep from being too sad, what is their reaction at inevitably falling back in love. That i think would involved lots of cursing at the gods and tearing out hair

anon, i just want to let you know that i did prepare an answer for you, and it was a lengthy one as well. but last night the internet for my house wasn’t working, so when i hit post, my screen froze and couldn’t refresh until this morning, making me lose everything i wrote T^T BUT! i will do my best to reanswer this to the best of my abilities (and it was a good fucking answer too 🫠)

thus:

so, ignoring my gut reaction (which is me shouting, “impossible! those monkeys are too attached to lose feelings!”) I will consider the following but have my own spin to it! meaning, that while both believe they’re live for the other faded away, it in fact was dormant this whole time! (because i am incapable of seeing a world where either or both idiots fall out of love for the other)

also, fun tidbit: both idiots believe the other fell out of love first which then prompts them into trying to ignore and bury their affections bc if “X can easily set aside their centuries old relationship, then so can I!”

with Wukong, the guy has more time to truly process the grief and loss bc he actually has the time and companions to help him out. you have Ao Lie and Wukong cuddling more, Wukong crying to Guanyin (bc their relationship is fun in JTTW and I am still holding out for lmk to give us another cameo or glimpse of her, lmk please—) with her walking Wukong through the grief and his own pain, and parallel play with Tripitaka (the play being Tripitaka mediates while Wukong practices his forms/showing off his forms to his master) as well as Tripitaka providing more insight about grief

with Macky, i can see him starting that grief after his death. so like, post-resurrection either before s1 or at some point during the show (but NOT s3 or 4) like, after the angry and bitterness, Macky feels hollow and believes that to mean he’s lost those old feelings of love. and at this point, Macky would think he’d be relieved because finally! he is rid of Wukong not just as a friend, but also, Wukong’s hold is gone, but it isn’t relief he feels from that realization, but grief and loss. and because he still isn’t emotionally stable and is hell-bent on revenge, he takes that grief and fuels it to his anger for killing Wukong because maybe then the relief will come.

i do think that in s4, Macky was starting to process his own grief and feelings and death in a sort of healthy way, so he might have come to some indifference about Wukong, still believing he has begun to feel nothing for his old friend until he goes into the memory scroll (but he could chalk that up to nostalgia)

anyway, as for rekindling: slow burn 2.0 lmaoooooo

maybe it’s simply because i am a sucker for slow burns, but I highly doubt Sun Wukong and Macky would be able to go back to being lovers or whatever they had going on pre-war on Heaven because they’re fucking stupid when it comes to actually interacting with each other. communication who???? they don’t know her!!! catch them falling into old habits without knowing but never acknowledging it and leading to confused feelings 💅✨

also, s5 please let them be petty exes to each other!!! petty as in minor offenses, as in one of them stole the other’s clothes and is lying to the guy’s face whilst wearing said stolen clothes. they should go from “ugh, i guess we can work together……for MK” to “ugh, fuck not again!!!” to “I know they only see me as an acquaintance/ally for MK, but I have started to see them once again as someone I want to hold forever and why am I pining for this idiot again I should know better—”

in conclusion, i cheated and gave myself a win-win scenario with your question. but reactions to realizing the fell out of love: Wukong’s would be one where he tries to isolate but his friend never allow him to, and Macky is one with angry screaming bc he’s sO stable.

#happy and pleased i still have a lengthy and well-thought answer 🤧#anon i am so sorry my previous answer is gone forever T^T it had more shouting and me being restrained by my judge #alas #also y’all anon’s love giving me the most antiestrés shadowpeach shit #not mad at all #just perplexed #you kill Wukong ONE time in your fics #but it was fun :3 #lmk #shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque #forgive me for any typos I wrote this in my car

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morganwrites12672 · 2 years ago

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Ajax Petropolus x Gorgon!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Yoko x reader (platonic), Ajax Petropolus x reader (romantically), Xavier x Ajax (platonic), kissing, no smut, nothing very sexual, mentions of stoning people, a few security guards are stoned, nothing super bad, established relationship

Summary: Basically just fluffy shit with ajax after you sneak into his dorm.

Rating: PG-13

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"Where are you going?" Your roommate, Yoko asks. Shit. You should have known she would see you sneaking out.

"Ajax's dorm," you say and give her a small smile, hoping she will let you go. She couldn't stop you, but she could tell someone. You doubted she would, most likely she would just gossip with Enid about it.

"Ooohhh," Yoko teases as you walk out of the dorm

You walk through Ophelia hall without any issues. Once you reach the very end, you pull off your beanie to stone the lone security guard.

You reach the hall of where your boyfriend's dorm can be found and notice two security guards chatting. You don't see anyone else.

You leave your beanie off and walk up to them. Theu are both stoned before a single word escapes their lips

You tug on your beanie and make sure all of your snakes are covered, you don't wanna stone Ajax. That would ruin the whole night.

You text Ajax to see if he was awake in his dorm. You didn't want to sneak in for Xavier to be the only one of them awake. You hoped that Xavier had snuck out to his art studio, he usually did at night.

Ajax texts back, he is in his dorm. And curious as to why you want to know. You don't reply to his texts and slip inside his dorm.

"Yn!" He exclaims with a smile. He hops off his bed and walks over to hug you. He pulls you in for a tight hug and places a kiss on your lips before letting you go

"Hello," you say as you both sit in his bed. As you had hoped Xavier is no where in sight.

You don't let him reply as you kiss him. His lips are soft and taste like heaven, and the strawberry chapstick he stole from you.

He smiles into the kiss, he was quite happy with his current predicament. He loves it when you sneak in his dorm. You loved it to. The kissing, but also the adrenaline of getting caught was the best.

He pulls away with a smile so he can admire you. He has that stupid lovesick grin on his face. You loved that smile.

"Disgusting guys," Xavier complains from behind you, you and Ajax both jump as you notice his roommate has returned.

Ajax groans, "You couldn't of went back out to your studio for an hour," he complains. You have an awkward smile on your face. This was not ideal.

"I could stone him?" You ask with a smile and Ajax shakes his head to say 'no'. He wasn't big on stoning Xavier. But it had happened a few times, only when necessary or accidental.

"Wow, I love how that's your go to solution. Thanks for dealing with security for me," Xavier replies with a smile. A very smug smile.

"I guess goodnight, see you at Nightshades," you reply and give your lover a final parting kiss. He smiles at you and waves.

"Simp," Xavier mutters under his breath as you exit and he watches his roommate completely fawn over you.

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Requests are open! Reblogs are essential!

#ajax x y/n #ajax petropolis x you #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax x you #ajax x reader #Requests are open #Wednesday fanfic

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galaxofmuses · 4 months ago

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Drabble: Reflection

It was a quiet night in Station Square. Rouge stares at the view of the brighten building and sighs. Looking over at the small fractured jewel that she stole not too long ago. It was a broken shard which she would usually avoid, but there was something mysterious about this tiny piece. The bat sighs and now pondering of what to even do.

As she approaches to the vanity drawer of precious things for her. Inside was filled with many precious things and so many memories from her treasure hunting adventures. Carefully putting the shard aside and sighs. She knew there we're moments when she couldn't face the danger alone and then an image of Shadow came across her mind.

“Ah….right….that reminds me…..”

Looking at the corner to see Omega recharging their batteries. It was a miracle that the former robot of Dr. Eggman defected and joined them. Now she is responsible of taking care of them. Sure she wasn't a genius mechanic like Tails, but she did learn a thing or two from the fox. Even though the Echidna doesn't trust her and was obviously protective for the small mobian. It still amuses her and teases him about it. Oh how much she loves to tease Knuckles when she has the chance to.

With a sigh and goes to plop on a nearby black velvet sofa which she afforded for a great price. Looking at the wooden and glass paneled coffee table which is filled with filed reports and bills. Rolling her eyes as she finally goes through the envelopes and grumbles in between. Then something on the corner of her eye caught something from the reports.

“…..Oh….that file….”

Once again abandoning the bills just for a moment and picks up the vanilla and slightly creased file. “Well…a little bit of memory lane wouldn't hurt one bit!“ She opens the file and it was so much memories and scribbled notes from the government and from Rouge as well. It was so much effort and work for her to become a double agent. Despite her shenanigans with a certain treasure hunter, she discovered not only about the ARK, but to who Shadow really is. Even if was for a short moment, the Ultimate Lifeform was someone definately special. As she stops from a mid turn of the page, Rouge sees the schematics of a map. The Map of the Ark.

Realizing that there is something she can do. To maybe figure out who this other Shadow is and hopefully to prove them. Closing the file and felt the determination briming inside her. She looks over at the communicator watch and knows that Shadow has one after many convincing for them to finally take the device. Even if the hedgehog isn't convince that the three does make a pretty good team if they all work together. Majority of the time was a truce to survive from the destruction of the world. With a sharp inhale, Rouge presses the call button and she calls Shadow to answer.

No response.

As a minute passes by and feeling frustrated and she was about to call off this silly thought. To her surprise that Shadow actually answers back.

”What is it? I don't have time for you Bat.“

That response sounded like heaven for her and can't help, but to smile. ”Well I am glad you're finally answering from this communicator. You know I worked so hard to get you and Omega these expensive devices to keep everyone in touch.“

Shadow scoffed from that boasting reply and answers in return. ”….If it's another truce then forget it. You promised me last time that the goverment wasn't involved.“

Rouge does an audible gasp and starts to make a dramatic faint on the sofa. ”Oh Mavvy Please! I am calling for something serious.“

“I don't believe you.”

Simple, but harsh as the hedgehog continues to push his boundaries and Rouge sighs in frustration that they are always so stubborn no matter what she can. But she does have something that he doesn't. “Well then, I guess I won't tell you about the ARK then.”

Then the silence lingers and a moment of hesitation came from Shadow's words.

“…..The….What?”

Rouge couldn't help, but to laugh from the clear confusion. “Oh you know, it was built from the great grandfather of Dr. Eggman and also he was responsible for the Ultimate Lifeform…..You already know that I have ways from connection from the government. Well then again, You already know that.”

The silence comes back as Shadow is clearly thinking. ”What are you getting from this? To steal more jewels?”

“Oh absolutely not. There is nothing up there, but an abandoned spaceship and well….what is left. Well…perhaps you might find some answers about who you are? You may never get this chance in a lifetime. I mean….You can outlive me after all.“

The hedgehog lets out another irratated scoff. “Tch……Fine. I have to admit…I do need to figure something that has been bothering me.”

Rouge grins in victory. “Excellent. I can make some special arrangements to go up there. It is space after all. Meet me tomorrow at the usual place. Make sure to wake up plenty early in the morning. We don't need anyone to follow us after all.”

As the two did some small talk and the agent eventually have to tend the adulting tasks to take care off. Feeling exhausted as Rouge decides to head to bed. She knew that Shadow will not ghost her offer this time. The Ultimate Lifeform wants the answers and hopefully this time that this would uncover and answer they seek.

As the morning rises for a new day, Rouge and Shadow meet up at the secluded place, but only certain people will know about. The two mobians faced each other eventually. Rouge let Omega watch her apartment and is surprisingly a very good watchbot for the sake of her treasures so she doesn't have to worry. Meanwhile Shadow doesn't really have a home, sure Rouge let's him stay for a moment, but they never stay for too long which frustrates the bat. “Honestly Shadow, if you really want to have a roof on top of your head just say so. I know a couple of places you might li-” Then the hedgehog interrupted her sharply in response. “I'll pass. I do not belong in your life of luxury.” Rouge can only sigh and roll her eyes. “Well I tried just for today, but…You are here for the special surprise right? Well….” She points over at a secluded runway surrounded by the jungle and a building. This actually made the hedgehog curious and that made Rouge beam a smile. “Impressive isn't it? This is one of the most advanced GUN space stations in all of Gaia.“ Shadow turns and looks at her with suspicion.

“Who did you manage to talk you to show you this?”

The proclaimmed treasure hunter respond with a giggle and flaunts with a gesture with a bit of pride puffed. “Who? Oh you know I have plenty of connections with the goverment at this point and even with GUN. Tho I did flirt someone…their name is based off from a gemstone. A bit of a pain in the ass, but we both manage to work it out. This made the hedgehog scoff and rolls his eyes. ”Of course you did. You always manage to attact to anyone.�� This made Rouge smile even more and Shadow absolutely hates it. ”Oh you know it Mavvy.“ With a frustrated growl coming from the Ultimate Lifeform. ”Enough. Let's go and check what's inside.“ Rouge throws her arms up as the hedgehog marches forward and following him behind. “You know I am the only one who has the access to this place.” Shadow replies a bit too quick to the draw. “I was counting on that.”

With a bit more bickering, the two finally faced the building and she opens the doors that reveals the strange looking rocket. It seems to be on it's side rather then up. “A rocket? Here? But why?“ The bat gladly answers in a sigh. ”This was usually for travels to stop Dr. Eggman's many Death Egg Bases, but right now it's just a normal rocket ship. But what I have heard that it can still work. Aaaand well I have learn how to make it work.“ Shadow looks unimpressed at Rouge's efforts and folding his arms. ”Well can't say I tried to make you smile.“ Then footsteps echoes through the suppose to be empty, but it was not. It was none other then the friend that Rouge was talking about. ”Lydia? What are you doing here?“ The bat lights up with joy and goes over to the familiar face. ”Oh Topaz! I'm so glad you came! I was going to contact you!“

As the two chatter about their week and Topaz introducing to the rocket ship which they called ”Project Samuel” or another silly nickname they called it “Sam Speed”. The ladies both snickered at the name and Shadow didn't bother to crack a smile and ignore the pandering. As the two finally prepare to enters the ship and ready to launch. Topaz was on the station and radios in that she will adjust the rocket for take off. The seemingly simple hidden base, drastically changes into something that is advance and now the rocket is how lifted to face the skies which are now in the brink of turning into blue.

Topaz checks in the two and Rouge response the radio back in return as both of the mobians are fasten to their seats. The GUN member starts the countdown as she continues to monitor the status of the rocket. As the last few seconds dwindles down, the ship starts to take off and Topaz was thanking her lucky starts that the station is in the other secured room as the flames burns the smoke and winds and dirt. The ship is now flying further and further and eventually reaching into the inky black void of space. As the two hears Topaz's sigh of relief, knowing that all of them can finally relax as the rocket is heading to the destination to what is known the ARK.

There was some small talk between the two, but not as much as Rouge thought she would have. She noticed that Shadow seems to be much more distracted then usual. Sure there are times when he can barely sleep, but this is something she never sees them so nervous. She decides to hold back, knowing that there are secrets that she can't even pry off of Shadow.

As the rocket reaches to the destination with luckily a smooth landing and wheels inact. Rouge checks in with Topaz about the state the ship and it seems like that it has enough fuel for another trip back to Gaia which is quite the relief for both of them. Shadow on the other hand did not hesitate to get off the ship and Rouge with an annoyed look, she tells Topaz that she'll talk later and goes after them.

The ARK was surprisngly in good shape, but still worst for the wear. It was rather haunting since the the last time she was here was years ago. Thanks to Sonic and Shadow saving the world and the ARK. GUN did scavage through what is left of the place, but other then that there wasn't really a reason for anyone to come back here….until now. Rouge following behind to see Shadow looking through each room and corner with curiosity and wonder. Yet this really bothers the treasure hunter. Filling with dread and not knowing what is he is going to discover in this ghost station.

Shadow stops to look at the window and seeing the precious planet of Gaia. Touching the glass and feeling confused and well

….empty.

Empty like this space station that seemily filled with purpose and dreams. Yet it doesn't impacted him.

”I….I don't understand. I can't feel anything here.” He continues to stare at the floating planet. “What….What am I doing?” With a huff of anger, he turns away from the sight and looks back at Rouge. “This is waste of time. Let's go.” As he turns to a different direction, Shadow stops and sees a name…..a name that is so unfamiliar, but yet so distant for him at the same time. A blue sliding door with black letters that spells out.

'MARIA'.

“…..Maria?….Who is she?” He looks at Rouge and clearly out of his element and well…same to the mobian bat. “I….I don't know. Maybe we should take a look?” Rouge does remember her name several times during the incident, but knowing that Maria is the grandaughter of Gerald Robotnik, but there is only surface information. Perhaps this room might have some answers.

She has never seen Shadow with this kind of emotion before and it honestly concerns her. Knowing that Shadow is always strange to her. They have always been strange since she found his capsule in the depths of Eggman's hidden base. What she can only do is to watch and see if they needed any assisstance.

Meanwhile Shadow takes a beat for a moment and felt that ugly feeling that always comes around at night.

'Anxious'

With a huff of gathered courage and determination. Bitting his lip as his hand seems to be shaking. So many emotions as it seems they are about to burst out of his body. He finally goes to pry open the door with all his strength. Shadow looks around to see….

….a bedroom.

A bedroom that is filled with blue and white pastels and it seems to be quite pretty and tidy. The plush bed is tucked in and has soft stuffed animals. A cute bedside table with a star shaped lamp. On another corner there is a closet with clean clothes and a desk filled with drawings and letters that we're unsent, but seems to be a plan to sent to earth. Looking through every inch of the room and finding well nothing. With scoff, he was about to leave until he stops to see the desk that has a open side drawer and there seems to be a 'hand'. He opens the drawer and there is a stuffed plush and it's a plushie of Shadow.

”What?“ Shadow mumbles out in confusion and as he picks up the strange resembalance plushie of himself. He looks over to see a set of tapes and picks up each and every one carefully and it seems that all of them are intact and not damaged.

Rouge goes over to them and sees the familiar technology and she couldn't help, but to smirk at the confused hedgehog. “You need a little help there?” Shadow raises a brow with an unamused face and scowls in response. “….Y-Yeah….this technology is beyond me.” The bat chuckles and gladly helps anyway and sometimes teases them while Shadow is getting quite annoyed from her. As the computer finally uploads one of the tapes. It starts to play and a burst of sound echoes through the station. A noise full of joy and laughter. The screen shows a young girl doting to a young hedgehog and they both chatter about their goals of what they want to do when they both find a cure. This scene doesn't sway the hedgehog, but yet they can't help, but to stare at the younger looking mobian. As time goes on as each tape shows more about Maria's connection with Shadow. An hour passes by as the last tape only shows something odd, it was the two overhearing the doctor complaining about G.U.N and the recording stops from there.

Shadow was so confused from this. They don't remember about any memory of this child at all. With frustration as he shoves the plush aside and underneath was an extra tape with a scribbled note that seems to be in a hurry. Both look at each other and nods as Shadow picks up the tape and sees the marker scribbled.

'For Sonic'

As the hedgehog takes a deep breath and inserts the tape in. As the screen shows the grown up hedgehog looking concerned and fiddling his hands and arms for comfort.

“…..Hey…..I….I don't know if you're going to get this message or not.

I just want to say….Sorry…I never got to say that to you. I know things have been going fast and I don't know if I'm going to even be alive. So I am going to leave this message here to whoever finds this. Heh…I don't know if some person would know who you are, but…I…I have a feeling they will. You are always a damn troublemaker already.”

Shadow couldn't help, but to laugh to cover his nerves as the screen flickers. The fuzzy quality of the screen starts to get worse.

“Look…Whatever happens. I want you to keep going. Don't forget about me, your family. You are something special that I can't even describe it. I know I can't explain this right now, but Don't forget what I say…I…I L-” As the roars of the Biolizard cries out and the panic from Eggman and Rouge yelling where he is.

”Damn!” As the last vision from the recorder is covered by the Ultimate Lifeform's hand and the tape ends. The screen turns off. It seems it reached it's end.

As the room is cover in silence. Rouge has to hold their emotions back, but she hears a sharp inhale from the other. Shadow did not say anything, but he takes the tape and hands it to her.

”Come on….we're done here.“

Shoving the tape to the clueless bat as she takes the tape as if it's a fragile thing. Rouge looks over at the reluctant partner who has now have a shift in tone. She hurries to get out of the room as the door closes behind her. ”W-Wait! Where are we going now?“ The hedgehog pauses and looking over at Rouge.

”We're going to look for Sonic.“

#:: headcanon ::#:: Drabble ::#drabble #:: Ver; Main; A Jewel in History ::#:: Side Muse; Rouge/Lydia; Fly in the Freedom ::#:: Side Muse; Shadow/Maverick ::#:: Ver; Main; A Shadow of Myself ::#long post

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princesshillaryellaworld25 · 7 months ago

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Drugfriend's unknown past

Sick BF: Wow! I never knew ice heaven would be so cool.

Drugfriend: Heh Heh, yeah I guess.

Sick BF: Hmm? Are you sure you're okay Drugfriend? You've been quiet a lot since we got here?

Drugfriend: O-Oh yeah I'm fine, just a little cold.

Sick BF: Oh Okay, I'm gonna go get us some Ice haven ice cream! I'll be right back.

Drugfriend: Okay

After Sick Boyfriend left, Drugfriend was lying on the bed still thinking about coming back to Ice heaven knowing about the unknown memories he had.

Drugfriend: *mind* Huh, I never knew I would come back here, Even though I've been having these unknown memories of me being an ice prince *sighs* I just wait until Sick Boyfriend gets ba-

(knock knock)

Drugfriend: *mind* Hmm? Back already? Uh Doors open!

Cynthia: *barges right in* Hey! Nice place you got here!

Evan joined with Cynthia.

Drugfriend: Oh god.....*sighs* What are you two doing here?

Cynthia: Yewoh! No need to be sour, We're just here to talk.

Drugfriend: Well you're gonna have to wait, Sick Boyfriend just stepped out of the room to Ice haven so you're gonna have wai-

Cynthia: Actually we're here to Talk to you~

Drugfriend: Uh me? Why?

Cynthia: Oh you know, maybe because you left your original home, you tried to be independent for once or it's more of a.....Banishment~

Drugfriend: *scoffs* (fold his arms) I have no idea what you are talking about😤

Cynthia: Oh really now? Do you think I wouldn't recoginze one of ice heaven's former princes just because You're not wearing your crown?

Drugfriend: *gasps* Oh no....

Cynthia: *evil smirks* Oh yes, I remember what you used to be~

(flashback)

Cynthia: (narrators) You were one of the ice heaven's most powerful rulers in heaven, even I couldn't forget someone like you, You even named as future king of ice heaven, The most powerful one of them all~

Drugfriend: Yeah, i know. I used to be a prince which is true but I wanted to help people not hurt innocent people.

Cynthia: Uh-Huh, yeah sure. Oh boy, you sure had some competition, did you?

It was night and the ice prince as usual was heading to the balcony to look at the night sky.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: Huh, sure is beautiful tonight.

Suddenly, Someone was sneaking behind him with a sharp knife.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: Hmm? Who's there?

The unknown person was coming closer to him

Ice Prince Drugfriend: Uh h-hey what are you doing? Why are you coming closer?

???: You took everything from me....*pulls out a knife*

Ice Prince Drugfriend: S-Stay back! I mean it! Stay back! Stay ba-ACK!

??? grabbed the ice prince by the neck and held the knife to his face.

???: I was gonna be the next king of Ice heaven but you stole my spot! And now....I'm gonna have to take it!

Ice Prince Drugfriend: E-Evan?! W-What are you doing?! This is crazy! P-Please...L-let's just talk about this-

(The knife slid the ice prince's throat and the ice prince screamed)

Ice Prince Drugfriend: AHHHHHHH! *coughs blood* W-Why would you.....

Past Evan: I'm gonna make sure nobody will miss you~

Ice Prince Drugfriend:*mind* I have to hurry and get the guard- *feels a sharp pain on his back* AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Past Evan: Ha! Now you're gonna have to deal with no energy to escape.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: (weakly voice) P-Please don't do this, Evan.....

Past Evan: Sorry *pushes the ice prince off the balcony* Not sorry

The ice prince fall off the balcony and falling through down to earth.

The ice prince ended up falling to earth and ended up crashing through the bushes.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: *groans* (coughs) W-Well.....this is it......I'm done for........I'll just lying down here and die.....*sniffs* I deserve this....

The ice prince closed his eyes thinking that his life is finished but then a certain long dark blue-haired boy had found him.

Past Sick BF: Hey, Are you okay?

Ice Prince Drugfriend: *weakly* Huh?

Past Sick BF: Oh my god, you look hurt! Here, let me help you! *pulls out a role of bandages and wraps it around Drugfriend's neck* There we go.

Past Drugfriend: (blushed a bit) O-Oh....Uh.....thank you.

Past Sick BF: Your welcome.

(End of flashback)

Drugfriend: Oh god, it's all coming back to me......You two wanted to get rid of me!

Cynthia: Yeah, well mostly Evan wants the crown.

Evan: Yeah, because you stole everything from me! I wanted to be the future king of ice heaven, not you! So I thought getting rid of you would make my chances better! But unfortunately, you're still alive.

Drugfriend: And what makes you think I won't tell the ice king and queen about you guys's plan?

Cynthia: Well if you tell them, We'll tell your husband about your little identity~

Drugfriend: *gasps* You wouldn't.....

Cynthia: i wonder how he will react when he found out his human husband used to be a ice angel, more likely a prince?

Evan: He will be very heartbroken that you lied to him about being human.....

Drugfriend: (feels bad)

Cynthia: So you keep our secret.....we'll keep yours~ Welp, we gotta go, let's go Evan.

Evan: Kay'

Cynthia and Evan left the room, leaving Drugfriend quiet.

Drugfriend: *mind* Great......now what should i do? Do I tell Sick Boyfriend because if I don't tell him soon, those two will spit out my secret. *sighs*

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf mod #fnf headcanons #fnf au #sick boyfriend #drugfriend #birthday arc sequel

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kintrash413 · 1 year ago

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socialstuck songfic (Party Dog by Tom Cardy)

The party sucked, in Tumblrs opinion, but that wasn't surprising. shed tried to intermingle for a bit only to get immediately put off when someone unironically tried to talk about the weather. Well, that wasn't exactly true- weather was one of her favourite subjects. but when she brought up how the weather was only going to get more extreme from climate change, the conversation abruptly ended like it always did. whatever.

The chips and dip were pretty damn good though, and when no one was looking Tumblr stole a bowl's worth.

shed been invited by Reddit- it was his lame ass party- because he wanted her to meet his new girlfriend. but that's not why she came.

Tumblr showed up because Reddit had mentioned some months ago getting a new dog, so after brief intermingling and snack stealing she went room to room to search for the pupper in question.

The corgi is found in a bedroom, and immediately Tumblr drops to her knees to let it sniff her hand. once satisfied with her scent, it flopped onto its stomach.

She was so blesséd…

Within a few minutes the dog was in her lap while she was giving it tummy pats, truly in a place as close to heaven as Earth could get, when the door opened.

Tumblr glared over at the open door to find Reddits roommate. He blinked at her in surprise.

"fuck off," she tells him unkindly, patting the dog as she spoke. "this is dog pat town now, and you don't have a passport."

Wikipedia pauses at the door for a moment. "I don't need a passport for municipal interstate travel," he counters.

even though he's interrupting her precious dog petting time, Tumblr can appreciate that he was playing along, so she sat up a little straighter as she addressed him. "well, this is a sovereign city state. like the Vatican."

"guess that makes you the pope."

Pope. That was a title Tumblr could get used to. She liked the masculinity associated with the title. Her gender was funky like that. "Pope of patting," she confirmed.

All she needed was one of those big old pope hats. but one hand full of corgi and the other full of dip was just as holy.

"Alright," she agreed finally, holding out a hand. "Kiss the ring motherfucker, and I'll let you stay."

Wikipedia laughed at that, dramatically kneeling before her and taking her hand to kiss one of her many rings. She liked jewelry. if she was a little more drunk she probably would've liked him, instead of just tolerating him as they patted the unnamed corgi together in silence.

"Wiki!" Tumblr announced suddenly.

"It's Pedia."

"Get this dog some cheese, Wiki!"

Wikipedia rolled his eyes but got up back up. Once the door closed behind him, Tumblr let out a breath.

She addressed the dog in her lap, who was looking up at her with the Most adorable face. "don't speak," she reassured it. "you don't have to say it- we both hate Wiki."

Tumblr shook her head disapprovingly. "Firefox damn it." she began counting on her fingers. "he pats too hard, he pats too fast… he burned my crops!" he did not do that last one, but she wasn't going to wait around until he did.

Tumblr was the Pope of Patting Dog. Even Wiki could see that. he was just trying to take over the pope show.

Before she could make a proper plan of what to do with him, the door reopened, bringing with it the scent of cheese. Despite all their preparation, the dog's tail still wagged as Wiki kneeled down beside them.

"y'know," Wiki began to make idle conversation, and Tumblr was already annoyed. "The Vatican has no immigration."

"huh?" Tumblr asked, despite herself.

"No passport necessary," he continued.

Tumblr's face fell. "fuck. now my pope metaphor… sucks."

Wikipedia nodded distractedly. "The Vatican has an open border policy with the rest of Italy, actually."

but… Tumblr could feel her Pope title falling through her fingers.

she watched, a little emptier inside, as the dog finished licking the cheese off of Wikis fingers.

"Why are you here?" Tumblr snapped finally.

"It's, my bedroom?"

excuses. after careful thought, Tumblr had come to the conclusion that she would not be told off by fucking Wiki. "get out!" she gestured him away impatiently. "out!"

Wikipedia reluctantly let himself be herded out of his room, and Tumblr slammed the door shut behind him.

Tumblr most certainly did not show up to get lectured by some encyclopedia. she turned her attention back to the corgi, looking up at her and wagging its tail so hard it's entire butt was shaking. it was what had brought her here, and she sat back down to resume petting.

#some pre transition Tumblr. because i can #socialstuck #cloutchase #tom cardy #writing #mine #short story #my writing #songfic #i dont think these two have a ship tag so ill let them be #theyre both complete downers with their facts and shit no matter the setting #theyre perfect for each other #tumblr exclusive

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ipsen · 1 year ago

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Up Past Curfew

Cross-posted on AO3, as usual. Words: 901 Characters: Kishou Arima, Eto In which before her transfer to Cochlea, Eto receives one last visitor. (Another companion piece to Holometabolism.)

The sound of the door creaking long past visiting hours told Eto everything she needed to know.

On the other side of the glass was someone too clean to be considered a man. He was more a beast, and an old one at that: clad in a white cloak, with white hair and silver eyes.

The silver of his eyes was different from the ones that plagued her memories, that threatened to upend her own plans. The reaper’s eyes did not gleam like a star whenever she appreciated their value, nor did they gleam with any sort of potential for change. They were rigid in their color, and they would never shine under sunlight. The reaper’s eyes were dull, lifeless, devoid of anything resembling humanity.

Upon Arima’s appearance, she draped herself across the one chair provided for her, smirking bitterly.

“Well, well,” she said, looking him up and down. “Someone’s up past curfew.”

He took the only seat on the other side. “You’ll be transferred to Cochlea tomorrow.”

Not even banter. So boring. So predictable. “So your tantrum’s finally coming to an end, then?”

He took out a book— a weathered copy of Dear Kafka, complete with the original cover— and used the sliding drawer to transfer it across the glass. “I found it in my office and wanted to return it.”

She stared at the drawer, not making a move for it. “So that’s it, then, hm? Closing off all the threads so that you’ll be loved and remembered by everyone? Is that how you’re doing this?”

(hypocrite)

Eto recognized that copy anywhere; it was the author’s copy, the first of many things Arima stole from her. In her eagerness for his approval, she had rushed to their shrine— his shrine, in truth; nothing was ever truly hers, and when it was, it was stolen from right beneath her nose— and asked him to read it. He simply said he would do so, and she was left wondering if he did for thirteen years.

And that was Arima in a nutshell, wasn’t it? Stringing people along, using his overwhelming strength and achievements to make them believe that they could meet even a fraction of his expectations.

She stood up. “Keep your stupid book.” With as much force as she could muster, she shoved the drawer back across the glass. Even under RC suppressants, the room quivered. “Leave me alone.”

He looked at the book, expressionless, but she could hazard a guess. Confusion, resignation, some anger. Emotions he could never hope to express after being surrounded by a bunch of yes-men his entire life, and when someone said something different, he couldn’t comprehend nor believe them to be right.

“I liked it.” Arima held up the book for her to see again. “It was a bit vague, but I liked it.”

Eto clicked her tongue. She wanted his praise least of all. “If you’re done trying to kiss down to me, you can leave; I’m busy.”

He went to the door, but before he left, he turned around. “He’s a good choice. Well done.”

She froze. Words of praise from Kishou Arima. The world really was ending if it was coming to that.

She remembered craving those words when they first met. Something, anything to make him look her way, just for a bit. A small gift of light from God.

But she soon realized that the Reaper liked to dress in His robes. He always pushed her to get stronger, so she cannibalized more. She fought him more in secluded areas, where neither the public nor V could ever find them. He was training her, grooming her, for a greater role she would never obtain. She was his quinque, yet no matter how many sessions they held, no matter how many ghouls she devoured, she kept losing. The tower of corpses grew higher, yet heaven seemed further and further away.

He kept proving that she was weak, that she would always be weak. That she would never amount to more than that spoiled little vermin that ate nothing but hamburger steaks and, because of that, couldn’t protect the one person that mattered.

“You really are so empty!” Eto all but shouted, throwing her head back to stare at the ceiling. “Your strength is just another illusion to fool people into thinking you know anything. It makes me sick. You make me sick.”

Arima stole her agency, her life, everything. He even stole her motive for his own petty, selfish means. To him, ‘a world for ghouls’ meant slighting V and nothing else. He didn’t care about ghouls, otherwise he would spare them. He didn’t care about humans, otherwise he would try to change them. He only cared about his strength and his temper tantrum: a tantrum that slaughtered ghouls, humans, and plagued everyone who thought he was a character worth admiring.

The childish God of Tokyo turned the doorknob.

“He’s not gonna kill you,” she called, flopping onto her bed.

The heir— her pride— was spiteful like that, and had made his choice. He had chosen Arima, not her. If Eto was lucky, maybe he’d turn that blade around on her. Get to her first before V or Cochlea’s compactors did. It’d be the greatest mercy she never deserved, and she’d get to see those gleaming silver eyes again.

The door shut, and she was alone again.

(trash. just die.)

#tg #tokyo ghoul #fanfic #writing #holometabolism #eto yoshimura #kishou arima #i just think she hates him okay it's interesting

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author-chan06 · 6 months ago

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Vox & Me

Vox:

General Personal Info:

Name: Vox

Age: 120

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Trans Man

Orientation: Panromantic, Pansexual

From: Hazbin Hotel

Canon Compliant Personality? Mostly

Relationship With Me: Sex Partner/Owner-ish

Backstory Of Us:

(This is an S/I) I’m a sinner, though I’m not really sure why exactly I got sent to Hell. Not because I did nothing, but because I did a lot of the sins that the Bible talked about. I ate shellfish, wore mixed fabrics, lied, stole— and I blasphemed; I was an atheist after all, I found no issue saying god didn’t exist. Though none of those things really, to me, seem like something that would curse someone to eternal damnation, but I don’t make the rules, so to Hell I went. And honestly, it isn’t that bad. I’d always joked that I would end up in Hell if it existed, and I’d always called the devil my King because of that, so to wake up and find it true, while my religious beliefs caused a bit of a crisis, the idea of being in Hell itself actually was kind of… good. It felt, still does, natural.

It was a difficult place to live though, and it only continued to get harder as the months started to role by. I was able to survive my first Extermination— but just barely. And I was horrified when I got stabbed in the stomach. I fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, trying to blend into the massive piles of dead bodies that already littered the streets while also trying to make sure I didn’t actually fall asleep and really die because of the blood loss.

It felt like years as I laid there, hoping that none of the Exorcists would double back to make sure everyone really was dead and pressing my shaking hands against my stomach wound, but finally the Exorcists start to fly back up to the portal to Heaven and it shimmers and dissapears. I quickly scramble up, slipping on the blood and stumbling on the strewn limbs and bones covering the area, but I start making my way away, trying to find a place to recover.

I didn’t move fast enough though, I guess, because I didn’t get out of the street fast enough to miss the crowds of Cannibal Town running towards the bloody banquet. Now usually I loved the cannibals— they were some of the nicest people in Hell, probably because their damning sin of cannibalism wasn’t exactly a choice for them— but I didn’t want to be eaten, and so this was a living nightmare.

I tried to wave my hands in the air to show them I was alive, but they were already eating some of the people and dragging others away, and just when it seemed like they would just let me die and then drag me off too, a woman, who seemed to be watching over the cannibals, caught my eyes and her eyes went wide. She said something to someone near her, and before I could even blink, someone was in front of me, staring down at me with a wide smile.

When I woke up I met Rosie, formally, and Alastor introduced himself again. I was offered a deal, and though I knew it was a bad idea— just because I was a newer sinner didn’t mean I didn’t know how terrifying Alastor could be and how soul contracts worked— but with the almost permanent death still fresh in my mind, I hesitantly accepted, and there I sealed my fate. I got protection, but I lost my soul.

I was one of the souls that Alastor reached out to when the Hotel gained his support, and I immediately took a liking to the idea, even if I thought Heaven must be a boring place with how little I’d actually done to be damned I knew that with how awful Hell was some would do anything for the boringness Heaven must be.

The longer I spent at the hotel the more I wanted to learn about the different people that ended up there. Angel gained my attention quite quickly, and with my own hiding of myself it was easy for me to pick up on something being… off with Angel. I made sure to be extra understanding of him, letting his jokes and the like fall off me as I talked to him, trying to be subtle as I tried to find out what exactly was going on with him, though I doubt I really succeeded. It didn’t take long to figure out the biggest issues in his life all boiled down to his job and his employer. And it made me furious to hear how his boss was and it made me horrified to learn that he’d sold his soul too. I may have sold my soul to Alastor, but he didn’t ever abuse me like that. He’s not good sure, but as long as I did what he said, he wouldn’t just… hurt me. It didn’t seem like Angel’s owner was the same. No matter what Angel did Val took offense and he would punish him— even if Angel wasn’t the one that did the offending and angering. Val was essentially using Angel as a punching bag.

And I felt helpless about it. Which I hated. I had never liked that before, but for some reason that I couldn’t quite parse it felt worse this time around. Maybe it was because I knew that Angel didn’t deserve that treatment, because I knew Angel on a better level than I’d understood anyone else. Maybe it was because in life when I wanted to help I always tried something. And maybe that’s why I did it.

It wasn’t hard to find the Vee’s; their tower was large and it’s look and location was plastered on everything. As I made my way there, my mind was racing, I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea— No. I knew this wasn’t a good idea. And I knew that it would hurt to go through with. But I couldn’t just try nothing. And this was really all I had to offer. I couldn’t even give my soul, so… myself would just have to do. My emotions. My time. My body. It would have to be enough.

And it turns out that it was enough. The deal had conditions of course— ones that Val added as we talked it out. I would give Val myself— not my soul though, I made sure to tell him, my soul was already Alastor’s, but everything else about me— as long as he laid off Angel. He didn’t have to take Angel out of his contract or even stop getting him to work a lot, I only asked that he stop beating Angel up if he’s angry— that he would instead wait for me to make it over and beat up me. And I wanted for his answer for a couple of minutes, nervously fidgeting, and eyes flickering away from him. Val added the idea that I needed to come over at least every other day, and that I needed to be there a total of forty hours a week. Like a job. And that no matter what I said during my time there, he would be able to ignore it and do whatever without breaking our deal: violence, sexual stuff, or whatever, and I would continue coming if I wanted Angel to be better off. I agreed quickly and we shook on it. It might not have been a soul deal, but it was still binding.

I felt it settle in my bones, and his smile made my heartbeat too fast. He told me to run and leave now, or I wouldn’t be leaving for twenty four hours, that he would break me it.

I ran as fast as I could, ignoring his quiet laughter and the now watching eyes following me. I knew Val would be… a lot, but I hadn’t expected that Vox would be so interested too. He’d been the one who told Val of my arrival— as Val had told me— and that would have been normal, security and all that, but after my talk with Val it was like he was always watching. Anytime I left the Hotel I could feel eyes on me, cameras flashing and security zooming. The longer my deal continued the more unsure I became of Vox’s watching. I didn’t know what he wanted with me, but it was obvious there was something he was looking for.

If it had lasted for much longer, I would have probably broke and asked one of the camera myself. Just to finally get it over with. But about a month after my deal Vox finally approached me. He looked confident and like he knew that no matter what he would be getting what he wanted. Whatever it was that he wanted.

It turns out that he was much more like Val than I’d though, as he told me that since I had a deal with Val then I basically had a deal with the Vees, which counted him as well. He told me that I could ask Val if I really wanted, when I asked what Val would say, but that the Vees always shared the souls they had deals with in between them. He asked me if I still wanted to ask, and I hesitantly said no, and asked what he wanted me to do. He grinned, and grabbed my arm. And that’s when I started working for him as well. It was a lot less sexual than Val, though it sometimes still was, but it was still work.

I helped out with VoxTech, helped him with upgrades (after he started to trust me a bit more), helped promote products, and we did do sexual things when he was feeling more… pent up. Usually when Val and him were broken up. He told me after a while that he had been interested at my boldness of going up to Val as I had, and— this was surprising— he liked the idea of using me when I was one of Alastor’s.

That was when he started being more… romantic about it? We weren’t dating exactly and we still aren’t, but he acts like it sometimes.

With Val and Vox, we’re all a bit complicated, and I’m not sure how I feel about it, but despite the still there force, ownership, and violence, I would say Vox is a nicer part of my deal.

Relationship Info:

Anniversary: May 13th

Ship Name: #staticsinner

#op is a proshipper #proshipper safe #op is a comshipper #comshipper safe #proship selfship #staticsinner #dark selfship #romantic f/o #abusive f/o #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox

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