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[theetherealbloom]

I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY

Summary: Your soulmate’s birthday is written on your arm, it just happened also to be the day the world ended.

Paring: Jackson!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Soulmate AU, Apocalypse, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, Infected, Violence, Scratching, Age-Gap (the reader is in her 20s) Romance, Unrequited, Longing, Yearning, Secrets, Injury, Blood, Jealousy, Secret Glances, Metaphors, Character Death/s, Raiders, Ambush, Hospital, Stress, Hurt-To-Comfort, 

Word Count: 7k

A/N: I 1000% came up with this one night while scrolling through prompts and AUs I could do for Joel. I saw the Soulmate AU and I was like “oh, yeah,” *evil laugh* and then I heard the snippet for I love you, I’m Sorry and I was like, “yep, perfect, time to go through pain :D” 

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: i love you, i’m sorry by gracie abrams

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September 26, 1967.

The date emblazoned on your wrist felt like a cruel joke, a bitter reminder of a world that had crumbled around you. The small pulse of the glow on your wrist thrummed, a haunting echo of the past. September 26 was outbreak day. The day the end of the world had come crashing down, leaving chaos and devastation in its wake. The inked numbers throbbed on your skin, a constant reminder that your soulmate was out there, somewhere in this apocalyptic wasteland.

You traced the numbers on your wrist, the ink seeming darker today, wondering if you’d ever meet the person who was meant for you. What kind of person could they be? Were they strong, gentle, kind, or hardened by the harsh world?

Hiding the mark from Joel for almost a decade took more than just care; it took an absolute miracle. You met Joel, Tess, and Tommy on your way to the Boston QZ. When you saw Joel’s wrist and the date there, you almost stopped breathing. Your birthdate on his skin was an unexpected blow. The ink on your wrist seemed to burn, yearning to connect with Joel. But his mark didn’t seem to react the same way.

When Joel and Tess started sleeping together, the walls between your apartments were paper-thin which seemed to amplify every intimate sound. You often found yourself wandering the hallways late at night, evading FEDRA officers, sitting on the rooftop, looking up at the empty night sky, stars twinkling, the moon bright. You wished for something good in a world gone bad.

You always wore long sleeves, even in unbearable heat. If you wore a short-sleeved shirt, you never took off your jacket, always coming up with some insane excuse about how cozy it was. It had become second nature, a routine you hardly thought about anymore.

As you kept your head down and worked, the grime and sweat accumulates on your skin. In exchange for your labor, you were given ration cards to obtain basic necessities.

"If it's so hot, why don't you just take off the damn jacket?" Joel gruffly asks, his irritation evident in his tone.

You stay silent and shrug, avoiding eye contact as you try to walk away to the next station, hoping to distance yourself from him. But he grabs your wrist, causing you to yank it away in surprise. "Joel, what the hell?"

Joel's tone is sharp and accusatory, causing you to instinctively flinch. "You're being awfully quiet," he scoffs.

You meet his eyes, trying to hide the turmoil inside. "What?"

"Something's off with you. What aren't you telling me?" Joel steps closer, invading your personal space, and you instinctively take a step back.

Panic sets in as you desperately search for a way out. You can't tell him the truth, so you grit your teeth and force out a lie. "I'm just tired."

"You're lying." Joel's words cut through you like a knife, making your heart race and palms sweat. The intensity of his gaze makes it clear that he won't let this go easily.

You try to remain composed, forcing a small smile. "I'm just tired from working all day."

Joel narrows his eyes, clearly not buying your excuse. "Bullshit," he says bluntly.

You bite your lip, feeling the weight of the lie in the pit of your stomach. "I promise, it's nothing."

Joel takes a step closer, making you back up against the wall. Your heart races as you feel trapped under his intense stare. "I know when something's bothering you," he says softly, his tone filled with concern.

You look down at your feet, unable to meet his gaze any longer. You've been hiding this secret for so long that the thought of telling anyone, especially Joel, terrifies you.

"Please," Joel pleads, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. "Just talk to me."

"I have to go," you urgently declare, heart pounding as you turn and bolt away, ignoring Joel's desperate calls for you to stop.

Your heart races as you run through the dark, narrow alleys, trying to put as much distance between you and Joel as possible. The fear and adrenaline pumping through your veins drive you forward, but at the same time, your mind is racing with thoughts of guilt for leaving Joel behind.

"Why did I have to lie?" you think to yourself. "Why couldn't I just tell him the truth?"

But deep down, you know why. You know that if you were to tell anyone about the secret burdening you, it could cost both of your lives. And as much as it pains you to not tell Joel, there is no other choice.

The memories hit you like a tidal wave, pulling you back to that moment in time. But this time, it feels like you're watching from a distance, like a bystander in your own body.

"You can convince them. You always do." The words echo through your mind as Tess begs you and Joel for help. Tears stream down her face as she pleads, "You have to get her there. Keep her safe. Make things right." Joel shakes his head stubbornly, but Tess doesn't give up. "Please, Joel. Please say yes."

Everything feels surreal as you remember the infected pounding at the door, their screams like a constant reminder of what's at stake. And then Tess is gone, sacrificing herself with the rest of the infected to save the others.

Tess, your friend died that day.

But then everything shifts and you're in a different place, a house belonging to Bill and Frank. Ellie is reading a letter aloud, and you and Joel are there listening. "I used to hate the world," Ellie says, "but I was wrong. When I met my soulmate, there was one person worth saving. That’s why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do and God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep…”

You remember Joel storming out of the house with the letter, his grief and pain palpable in every movement he makes. It's a bitter taste in both of your mouths, but it's also a reminder of why you keep fighting – because there are people worth protecting and worth saving.

Joel may not even realize it, but you've been waiting for him your entire life. And the same goes for Joel.

The scene changes once more; the deafening sound of gunshots pierces your ears and suddenly you're back in the hospital. You're behind Joel, gripping a rifle tightly as you navigate through the chaos and bodies scattered throughout the halls. 

Suddenly, you startle awake. Your heart races in your chest, and sweat trickles down your skin as you struggle to catch your breath.

You’re not out there. You’re in Jackson. You’re safe.

You briefly close your eyes, trying to shake off the lingering feelings of fear and loss from the dream. It had been two years since that fateful day in the hospital, and you were now living in Jackson with Joel and Ellie.

You gasped for breath and clutched your chest, trying to steady yourself with one hand on the softness of the sheets. You clambered out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, washing your hands and then your face. The cool water felt refreshing against your skin as you wiped it with a towel, trying to calm your nerves.

Taking a good look at yourself in the mirror, you saw the exhaustion written all over your face. The restlessness was evident in the dark circles under your eyes, and your hair was in a state of disarray.

"I look like I've been through hell," you muttered to yourself, sighing heavily.

You decided to take a shower, hoping it would help numb the pain. As the water cascaded over you, you let yourself sink into your thoughts, not really focusing on anything except the sound of water hitting your skin. Your bleary vision noticed the small cracks in the tiles on the wall.

Once you dried off and got dressed for the day, you headed downstairs to your small kitchen. The space had seen better days—cabinet doors hung slightly askew, and the pantry door refused to close all the way no matter how hard you tried.

You sighed, pushing the pantry door shut one more time before giving up and grabbing a mug from the chipped shelf. You poured yourself a cup of coffee, the bitter aroma filling the air as you took a tentative sip, savoring the warmth.

Later that morning, you stepped out of your little house in Jackson, pausing to take in the crisp air. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft golden light over the town. You noticed the creaky and loose steps of your porch under your feet, each step emitting a groan of protest. The railings wobbled as you gripped them for balance, making a mental note to add them to your growing list of things that needed fixing.

It was just about daybreak, the sun slowly peeking over the horizon, casting a golden glow. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jeans, the cozy sweater you wore providing some comfort as you made your way to the stables.

You were part of the barn support staff on rotation and consistently helped out in the greenhouse. Sometimes, you were out on patrol, but today was a barn day.

As you cleaned the barn and took care of the horses, you unconsciously rolled up your sleeves, figuring no one else would be up this early. You were alone in the stables, or so you thought.

Lifting a hand to wipe the sweat from your brow, you sighed. Suddenly, you heard the sound of something dropping and a familiar voice exclaiming, "Holy shit!"

You whipped your head around to the source of the sound and saw Ellie standing there, her eyes wide as she stared directly at your wrist.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, hastily pulling your sleeve down.

Ellie took a step closer, her curiosity piqued. "Is that... a soulmate mark?"

You avoided her gaze, feeling exposed. "It's nothing, Ellie. Just... don't worry about it."

"Nothing?!" She looked incredulous. "You’ve been hiding it all this time. Why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed, the weight of your secret feeling heavier than ever. "It's complicated, Ellie. Joel... Joel doesn't know."

Ellie’s eyes widened even more. "Joel? As in... Joel?"

You nodded, unable to find the right words. The truth was out now, and there was no going back.

Ellie moved into your space, her curiosity getting the better of her. Without warning, she grabbed your wrist, yanking it towards her. Her eyes zeroed in on the birthdate etched into your skin, her face a mix of shock and realization.

"September 26, 1967," she read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze snapped up to meet yours, eyes wide. "That's Joel's birthday."

You tried to pull your wrist back, but Ellie held on tight, her grip firm and unyielding. "Ellie, please," you started, your voice shaky.

"Dude," she cut you off, her tone urgent and insistent. "You need to fucking tell him."

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "Ellie, it's not that simple," you began, but she shook her head, not letting you finish.

"Not that simple?" she repeated, incredulous. "You've got his birthday on your wrist. You're soulmates! How much more complicated can it be?"

Your shoulders slumped as you finally managed to free your wrist from her grip. You rubbed the tender skin, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "You don't understand," you said softly. "Joel... he's been through so much. And so have I. Telling him now, after all these years... it might just make things worse."

Ellie's expression softened, but she didn't back down. "You think keeping it a secret is any better? He deserves to know. You both do."

You turned away, unable to meet her eyes. "Joel... he's moved on, he doesn’t want anything to do with relationships, and I don’t want to disrupt that."

Ellie snorted, crossing her arms. "Moved on? Joel’s not exactly the moving on type. He carries everything with him, all the time. You think he doesn't feel something for you?"

You glanced back at her, tears welling up in your eyes. "And what if he doesn't? What if he sees this and... and it means nothing to him?"

Ellie sighed, stepping closer and placing a hand on your shoulder. "You'll never know if you don't try. And trust me, he’s stronger than you think. You both are."

Her words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, you just stood there, lost in thought. Finally, you nodded, a small, tentative movement. "I'll think about it," you whispered.

Ellie squeezed your shoulder gently before letting go. "Good. Because secrets have a way of coming out, one way or another. And it's better if it comes from you."

As she turned to leave, you stared down at the date on your wrist, the ink seeming to pulse with a life of its own. 

Maybe Ellie was right. Maybe it was time to stop hiding.

You sat alone on the bench in the food hall, picking at your meal and lost in your thoughts when a familiar drawl pulled you back to reality.

"Hey, darlin’."

The sound of Joel’s voice made your heart skip a beat, and a sudden warmth spread through your body. You nearly choked on your food, glancing up to see him settling next to you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hi, Joel,” you sputtered, trying to regain your composure.

Joel chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “No, not at all.”

He leaned back, his shoulder brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “How’s your day been?”

You shrugged, trying to appear casual. “Busy, as always. Barn duties and all that.”

Joel nodded, his gaze lingering on your face. “Yeah, I hear you’ve been workin’ hard. Always see you runnin’ around, takin’ care of things.”

A soft blush crept up your cheeks under his scrutiny. “Just trying to keep busy, you know? What about you?”

“Same old,” he replied, his voice low and soothing. “Patrols, repairs, keepin’ an eye on Ellie. She’s a handful.”

You laughed, the sound easing some of the tension. “She definitely keeps us on our toes.”

Joel’s eyes softened as he watched you, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The bustling noise of the food hall became a distant hum, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

“You look tired,” he said gently, concern evident in his voice. “Everything alright?”

You hesitated, the weight of your secret pressing down on you. “Just… a lot on my mind lately.”

Joel reached out, his hand resting lightly on your arm. The touch was brief but sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes searched yours, concern evident. “You sure you’re alright?”

Your breath hitched at the back of your throat, but you forced a smile. “Mmm... yeah. Just going through a to-do list in my mind right now.”

Joel’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze never leaving your face. “Anythin’ that needs fixin’, darlin’?”

You shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just a few kitchen cabinets... the hinges squeak, and the pantry door doesn’t close all the way. Also a couple of loose steps and a wobbly railing too.

He nodded, his lips curling into a small smile. “Well, why don’t I take a look? Might be an easy fix.”

Your heart fluttered at the offer, a mix of gratitude and the thrill of being near him. “You don’t have to, Joel. I know you’re busy.”

Joel chuckled softly, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment longer before he let go. “I’ve always got time for you. Besides, can’t have you fightin’ with those cabinets every day.”

You laughed, the tension easing slightly. “Alright, if you insist.”

Joel’s eyes twinkled with a warm light. “I’ll swing by tomorrow mornin’, if that’s alright with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending more time with him. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’d appreciate the help.”

He gave a slow, easy smile that made your stomach flutter. “Great. I’ll bring my tools and we’ll get this place sorted.”

The way he said “we” filled you with a sense of comfort and belonging. “Thanks, Joel. It really means a lot.”

Joel stepped closer, his hand brushing against your arm in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “Anytime, darlin’. You know I’m here for you.”

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I know.”

His gaze held yours for a moment longer, the air thick with unspoken words and the electric tension between you. Finally, he took a step back, breaking the spell.

“I should get goin’,” he said, his voice a bit huskier than usual. “Gotta talk to Tommy ‘bout somethin’.”

“Right, of course,” you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment but also a thrill of anticipation for tomorrow.

Joel lingered by the table, a hand on your shoulder. “Take care, okay?”

“You too, Joel,” you said softly.

He nodded and turned to leave, but not before giving you one last, lingering look. You watched him walk away, your heart pounding and your mind racing with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring.

The next morning, you were up at dawn, nerves and excitement thrumming through you as you tidied up the kitchen. Each movement was deliberate, an attempt to keep your mind occupied. But no matter how much you tried to focus, you couldn’t help but glance at the clock every few minutes, your heart racing each time the hands inched closer to Joel’s promised arrival.

As you finished your second cup of coffee, the knock on the door startled you, sending a jolt through your already frazzled nerves. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and opened the door to find Joel standing there, a toolbox in one hand and a warm, familiar smile on his face.

“Good mornin’,” he greeted, stepping inside, his presence filling the room.

“Morning, Joel,” you replied, the rush of warmth at seeing him making your voice tremble slightly.

He set the toolbox down and looked around the kitchen with a critical eye. “Alright, let’s see what we’re dealin’ with here.”

As Joel began inspecting the cabinets and pantry door, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. Every subtle flex of his muscles under his shirt drew your attention, and you found it hard to look away.

“Found the problem,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Just needs a little tightening and some oil.”

You nodded, trying to focus on his words rather than the magnetic pull of his proximity. “I’m glad it’s an easy fix.”

Joel smiled, his eyes locking with yours, sending a spark of electricity through you. “Told you it wouldn’t be a problem.”

As he worked, you found yourself drawn to him, moving closer under the pretense of handing him tools or holding a flashlight. Each accidental brush of your hands sent a jolt through you, the air between you charged with unspoken desire. You felt your pulse quicken every time his fingers grazed yours.

“There,” Joel said finally, standing up and testing the now-silent hinges. “Good as new.”

You smiled, genuinely grateful and a little breathless from being so close to him. “Thank you, Joel. You’re a lifesaver.”

He chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag. “Just doin’ what I can.”

You both stood there for a moment, the kitchen suddenly feeling too small and too big all at once. The silence between you was heavy with everything you weren’t saying, a tension that seemed to thicken the air.

“Joel,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I really appreciate this. More than you know.”

He looked at you, his expression softening in a way that made your heart ache. “I’m glad I could help. And I meant what I said yesterday—you don’t have to do everything alone.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you took a tentative step closer, the distance between you feeling like an unbearable chasm. “It’s hard to ask for help sometimes. But knowing you’re here... it makes a difference.”

Joel reached out, his fingers lightly grazing your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll always be here for you. Don’t ever doubt that.”

The intensity in his eyes made your breath catch. You felt drawn to him, the unspoken connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment. Without thinking, you closed the remaining distance between you, your heart pounding in your chest. 

His breath hitched as you moved closer, the air between you charged with a heady mix of anticipation and yearning. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between holding back and giving in. The warmth of his body so close to yours was intoxicating, and you felt your resolve weakening with each passing second.

“Joel,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with all the longing you’d kept hidden for so long.

He swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving yours. “I—”

Just as the air between you thickened with unspoken words, a sudden, sharp knock on the door interrupted the moment. You both turned to see a young woman standing there, her eyes lighting up when she saw Joel.

“Hey, Joel!” she called out, her tone annoyingly bright. “I heard you were here and thought I’d bring over some coffee. Figured you could use a break.”

Joel’s jaw tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. “Uh, thanks, Vanessa,” he replied, his voice strained. “But we’re kinda in the middle of something.”

Vanessa’s eyes flicked to you, her gaze turning cold. “Oh, I see. Well, maybe I could help?”

Before you could step away, Joel’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close. The unexpected gesture sent a shiver through you, and you looked up at him, your heart pounding.

“We’re busy, Vanessa,” Joel said firmly, his hand resting possessively on your hip. “Thanks for the offer, but we’ve got it covered.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in obvious jealousy. “Right. Well, if you change your mind...” She trailed off, her eyes lingering on you with a mixture of disdain and envy before she finally turned and walked away.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Joel’s grip on your waist loosened, but he didn’t let go. His eyes met yours, the intensity in them making your pulse race.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured, his voice low. “Didn’t mean to make things awkward.”

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “It’s okay. I appreciate the backup.”

Joel chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against your side in a way that sent tingles down your spine. “Guess we should get back to work, huh?”

You nodded, reluctantly stepping back, though his touch lingered in your mind. “Yeah, the step and railing on the porch still need fixing.”

Together, you moved outside, the tension from earlier still simmering between you. As Joel inspected the loose step, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. The way his hands moved with such confidence and skill, the way his brow furrowed in concentration—it all captivated you.

“Can you hold this steady for me?” he asked, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.

You nodded, stepping closer to help. Your hands brushed against his as you held the wood in place, and the contact sent a jolt through you. The proximity, the shared task, the quiet intimacy of the moment—it all felt like a dance, each movement charged with unspoken feelings.

“Almost got it,” Joel murmured, his breath warm against your skin. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and it took all your willpower not to lean into him.

Finally, he tightened the last screw and tested the step, making sure it was secure. “There. That should do it.”

You smiled, genuinely grateful and more than a little breathless. “Thank you, Joel. You’re a lifesaver.”

He looked at you, his eyes softening. “Just doin’ what I can.”

As you both stood there on the porch, the morning sun casting a golden glow around you, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you. Everything you wanted to say but didn't wash over you in the awkward stillness, and the feelings you shared were nearly visible.

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the landscape as you and your patrol partner, Mark, scouted the perimeter. He was easy-going, always ready with a joke or a reassuring word. You found his presence comforting, a steady rock amidst the chaos.

“Think we’ll find anything today?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

Mark grinned, his eyes scanning the horizon. “Nah, it’s been quiet for a while now. Let’s hope it stays that way.”

Just as the words left his mouth, a shot rang out. The next few moments were a blur of chaos and violence. Raiders, hidden in the underbrush, launched their attack. Mark managed to shoot one off you, his quick reflexes saving your life. But then, he was hit, and you watched in horror as he crumpled to the ground.

“Mark!” you screamed, dropping to your knees beside him. Blood poured from a wound in his chest, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. You pressed your hands against the wound, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. “Stay with me, Mark. Please, stay with me.”

But his eyes glazed over, the light fading. You choked back a sob, fury and grief surging through you as the raiders closed in. You fought with every ounce of strength you had, slashing and stabbing, your vision blurred by tears and the pouring rain that had begun to fall. Blood and dirt smeared your face, and pain lanced through your body from multiple wounds.

The storm roared with fury, whipping the trees and lashing the ground with torrents of rain. You stumbled through the churning chaos, your clothes drenched and clinging to your skin, your muscles burning from the effort of pushing forward. Your vision blurred by the onslaught, you fought to keep moving, each step a battle against the ferocious elements. In that moment, all that mattered was survival - staying alive until the tempest passed.

It had been hours since Joel last saw them. His graying hair was in danger of being pulled out in frustration. You and Mark were supposed to be back by now. The patrol route you both took was supposed to be a shorter one.

Joel paced back and forth in the settlement, struggling to contain his anger. “Why the hell can’t I go out there, Tommy? She’s my partner, my—” He cut himself off, frustration and fear etched into his features.

Tommy placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice firm. “You’re too close to this, Joel. You need to stay here. I’ll find her.”

Hours dragged by, each minute an eternity. Joel’s rage simmered, his helplessness gnawing at him. He punched the wall, his knuckles splitting, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear of losing you.

Tommy had taken a small team out to search for you and Mark, but there was still no word. The storm raged on, making it even harder to find any trace of you.

Joel’s mind raced with possibilities – had you and Mark been ambushed? Taken by the raiders? Injured and unable to make it back? His heart clenched at the thought of you hurt or worse.

He cursed himself for not going out with you both, for letting his emotions cloud his judgement. He knew better than anyone that in this world, you couldn’t afford to let your guard down. But he had let himself become complacent, too focused on protecting you rather than seeing things clearly.

Bile rises in Joel's throat, the taste of fear and worry leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He swallows hard, trying to push the feeling down as he anxiously waits for any news.

The bitter taste of regret and fear lingered on Joel’s tongue, each thought of what could happen to you making his stomach turn.

The metallic taste of blood was thick on Joel's tongue as he bit down on his lip, trying to hold back his emotions. The rancid taste of fear and worry lingered in his mouth, coating his throat and making it hard to swallow.

Meanwhile, Tommy pushed through the storm, his eyes straining to pierce the darkness. The wind howled around him, carrying with it the distant echoes of thunder. He called out your name, his voice barely audible above the roar of the tempest. His heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination, each step sinking into the mud as he trudged forward.

The rain came down in sheets, making it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. Lightning flashed, illuminating the twisted branches and slick ground for brief moments. He stumbled over fallen logs and through thick underbrush, the storm making every movement a struggle.

Tommy's eyes darted around, searching desperately. He felt a gnawing dread in the pit of his stomach, a fear that he was too late. Then, in the distance, he saw a figure lying still. His breath caught in his throat as he hurried over, praying that it wasn't you.

As he got closer, he recognized the bodies of the raiders, their lifeless forms sprawled across the muddy ground. The sight was gruesome, the aftermath of a brutal fight. His heart sank when he saw Mark, his friend and comrade, lying motionless with a fatal wound. He forced himself to look away, his focus now solely on finding you.

Finally, his eyes landed on you, crumpled and barely breathing. His heart pounded in his chest as he knelt beside you. Blood soaked your clothes, mingling with the dirt and rain, creating a grim tapestry that told the story of your fierce struggle.

“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Tommy murmured, his voice trembling with urgency and concern. He gently lifted your head, cradling you in his arms. You stirred slightly, your eyelids fluttering open to reveal dazed, pain-filled eyes.

“Joel?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the storm. The confusion and pain in your gaze made Tommy’s heart clench.

Tommy’s eyes widened as he saw the mark on your wrist, illuminated by a flash of lightning. It was the same date he had seen on Joel’s wrist—the same mark. Realization hit him like a freight train, the pieces falling into place with a sudden clarity. “It’s Tommy,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve got you. Just hold on.”

But you had already slipped back into unconsciousness, your body limp in his arms. Tommy’s heart raced as he gently but urgently lifted you, securing you on his horse. He mounted behind you, holding you close to keep you steady, and spurred the horse into a gallop.

The ride back was a blur of rain and darkness, each second stretching into an eternity. The storm seemed to rage even harder, the wind whipping through the trees and the rain stinging like needles. Tommy’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, fear for your life mingling with the shocking revelation of your connection to Joel.

By the time Tommy reached the settlement, his clothes were soaked through, clinging to his skin like a second, frigid layer. Every muscle in his body ached from the grueling ride and the weight of your unconscious form. The rain had not let up, and his vision was blurred by the relentless downpour. But he didn't stop, carrying you swiftly yet carefully towards the infirmary, each step a struggle against exhaustion and worry.

Joel was just by the large gate of Jackson, pacing anxiously. The moment he saw Tommy approaching with your limp body, his heart seemed to stop. His face, already drawn with worry, twisted into an expression of sheer desperation.

“Is she okay?” Joel asked frantically, his voice cracking. His eyes were wide, darting between Tommy and your pale face for any sign of hope.

“She’s alive,” Tommy said, his voice steady but laced with urgency. He handed you over to the medics who were rushing to meet them. Joel instinctively moved to follow, but Tommy grabbed his arm, his grip firm and unyielding.

“Joel, wait. Look at her wrist,” Tommy urged, his voice low but insistent.

Joel’s eyes followed Tommy's gaze, landing on the mark on your wrist. Recognition hit him like a punch to the gut, the date etched into your skin unmistakable. It was the same as his. Realization dawned with a mixture of awe and dread. “Fuck,” he breathed, the weight of it crashing over him. The one person he couldn’t afford to lose was you, and now he knew why.

The medics were quick, their movements efficient as they assessed your injuries and began to prepare you for treatment. They lifted you onto a stretcher, intent on rushing you inside where they could better tend to your wounds. Joel moved to follow, his protective instincts kicking in, but the medics tried to hold him back.

“Sir, you need to let us do our job,” one of them said, a young woman with a firm but gentle voice.

“No,” Joel growled, his eyes blazing with determination and fear. “I ain’t leavin’ her side.”

Tommy stepped in, trying to reason with him. “Joel, you gotta let the doctors work.”

Joel’s fists clenched at his sides, his whole body trembling with the effort to contain his emotions. “I can’t… I can’t lose her, Tommy,” he choked out, his voice raw with pain and anger.

“I know, but you stayin’ in there won’t help her. You’ll only be in the way,” Tommy said, his tone gentle but firm. He placed a reassuring hand on Joel’s shoulder, trying to ground him. “You’ve gotta trust them to do their job. Let them help her.”

Joel’s jaw tightened, his eyes locked on the door to the infirmary where they had taken you. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to be by your side, to make sure you were safe. But he knew Tommy was right. With a heavy, reluctant nod, he allowed himself to be led away, his heart aching with every step.

The minutes stretched into an eternity as they waited. Joel paced back and forth, his mind racing with worry. He could still see the image of you, broken and bloodied, every time he closed his eyes. The mark on your wrist haunted him, a constant reminder of the bond that tied you together. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he couldn't bear to lose you.

Tommy stood by, watching his brother with a mixture of sympathy and concern. He knew how much you meant to Joel, and the revelation of the soulmate mark only intensified that bond. He wished there was something more he could do, some way to ease Joel’s pain.

Finally, a medic emerged from the infirmary, her expression tired but relieved. “She’s stable,” she announced, and Joel felt a weight lift off his shoulders. “She’s got a long road to recovery, but she’s a fighter.”

Joel nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He would stay by your side, no matter what. The bond you shared was too precious to ever let go.

Days blurred into a haze of sterile white walls and the rhythmic beeping of machines. You drifted in and out of consciousness, each time greeted by the comforting sounds of Joel and Ellie. Joel's low, soothing voice often filled the room, whether he was talking to you or humming a soft tune. Ellie would sit by your bed, recounting stories with her usual animated flair, her voice a bright spot in the darkness.

One evening, as the storm outside mirrored the chaos within, you stirred slightly. The weight of Joel's hand on your wrist was a grounding force, his presence unwavering. He looked exhausted, his eyes heavy with worry, but he never left your side.

In one of your more lucid moments, you caught snippets of Joel's soft singing, the melody wrapping around you like a warm blanket. His voice was a balm, a tether to the world you were trying so hard to rejoin. He would often lean down to press gentle kisses to your forehead, his touch both a promise and a plea for you to come back to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you awoke fully. Your throat was dry, and every muscle ached, but you were aware. The weight on your wrist brought your gaze to Joel. He was slumped in a chair beside your bed, his head resting on the edge, fast asleep. He looked worn out, dark circles under his eyes and a shadow of stubble on his jaw.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering open as if sensing your gaze.

“I...” Your voice came out as a croak, and you winced.

“Here, drink up,” Joel said, quickly pouring a glass of water and holding it to your lips. You drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat.

After a few sips of water, you managed to find your voice again. “How long have I been out?” you asked, your throat feeling slightly raw from disuse.

“Almost a week,” Joel replied, his eyes never leaving yours.

“A week?” you repeated in shock. It felt like only a few hours had passed.

Joel nodded, his hand gently caressing your cheek. “You were pretty out of it for a while there.”

You felt a pang of guilt for causing so much worry and trouble for everyone. “I’m sorry,” you said softly.

“Don’t be sorry,” Joel said firmly, his eyes filled with intensity. “Just focus on getting better.”

“I will,” you promised, grateful for his unwavering support.

The relief on Joel’s face was palpable, but as he set the glass aside, a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. “Were you ever going to tell me?” His voice was quiet, but the intensity of his gaze was almost too much to bear.

You looked away, shame burning your cheeks. “Trust me, I know. It's always about me.”

Joel's jaw clenched. “I just… I didn’t think you could ever want me.” Your voice broke, the years of hiding and pretending catching up to you.

Joel’s expression softened, and he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek. “You’ve always been more than I deserve,” he murmured. “I just wish you’d told me.”

Tears filled your eyes, and you struggled to breathe. “I love you…” you choked out, the words finally escaping your lips after years of being held back. “I’m sorry.”

Joel pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you sobbed. “I love you too,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

In the midst of life's storms, a quiet calm settled around you both, like discovering an oasis in the desert. Amidst chaos and pain, you found your soulmate, and love emerged as the unwavering light guiding you through the darkest nights.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

it’s downright pouring outside.

suguru rests on the living room couch, cooped up in a bundle of soft blankets, watching as droplets ricochet against the window. heavy, sharp, like the rain is trying to break into your apartment — a steady pitter patter that makes him feel at ease.

it’s cozy, he thinks. being indoors, safe and warm and dry, while the outside world is blanketed by gray. wearing baggy clothes, a pair of reading glasses, his hair tied up into a loose bun. turning the pages of the new novel you gave him, slender fingers ghosting against the paper. 

he thinks of you, and finds himself frowning.

suguru got home just before storm clouds gathered in the sky — but as far as he knows, you’re still outside. he’s memorized your comings and goings, what time you usually return home, the paths you tend to favour. as any attentive roommate should.

so he’s a little worried. usually, you’d be home by now. and you still haven’t replied to his messages.

tentatively, he reaches for the warm cup of tea on the coffee table, bringing the ceramic to his lips. sipping from the green, honeyed brew, letting the scent soothe his growing nerves. he shouldn’t be too high-maintenance; you’re a perfectly capable adult. if he nags at you all the time, you’ll just be weirded out. and the last thing he wants is to scare you away.

so it’s fine. you’re fine, he’s sure. there’s no need for him to freak out over your whereabouts. he needs to maintain his cool, calm exterior.

— suddenly, the click of a lock being turned.

suguru’s head whips towards the front door. after a brief moment, he stumbles to his feet, untangling himself from the heap of blankets he’s burrowed into — gently setting the cup back on the table, fixing his hair, making sure he’s presentable — before making his way towards the hall.

and there you are. clumsily dragging the door open, stumbling inside, keys jingling as you step over the threshold; absolutely soaked. just as he feared.

”hey…”

you meet his gaze. panting softly, cheeks a little flushed, wet locks of hair sticking to your forehead and neck — disheveled. letting out a sheepish little laugh — gosh, why do you have to be so cute? — leaning down to pull your shoes off. you’re wearing a thin, white shirt. it’s entirely drenched. 

suguru looks away. a heat sticking to his cheeks.

”hey,” you greet, a little out of breath. tossing your shoes away, tugging absently at your shirt. ”god. i feel like a drowned rat.”

at that, he lets a little chuckle slip. shaking his head, taking a step back — careful not to let his gaze stray towards the soaked fabric of your clothing. ”why didn’t you call me? i would have picked you up.”

”well, i thought about it,” you hum, walking right past him, ”but i figured you’d still be at work.”

suguru frowns, ever so slightly, discontentment in his eyes. ”… they let me go early today. but you should have texted me, either way. what if you get sick?”

”i’ll be fineeee,” you slip on a grin, turning back to face him. ”just need a quick shower. don’t worry, okay?”

he narrows his eyes, playfully, enjoying the way your eyes crinkle in response. then he exhales, hands on his hips. feigning exasperation. 

”… fine, fine. need me to go get you a clean shirt?”

”ah. well...” you let out a wince, earning a tilt of his head. ”i haven’t done my laundry, in like… a week.”

a moment passes. suguru’s lips curl up, an exasperated sigh slipping from his lips. he gazes at you, ever so fondly, raising a brow. ”i asked you if you needed me to wash anything for you.”

”i know, but…” a breathy sigh, as you scratch at the back of your neck. ”i don’t want you to pull all my weight. we both live here.”

there’s a pretty little pout on your lips, now. it makes suguru want to smooth over the sensitive skin with his thumb, soothe it away. but he only clears his throat. 

”i don’t mind,” he answers, truthfully. ”i like doing laundry. you know that.”

”… still.”

his smile only grows, at your quiet mumble, something soft blooming in his eyes. he takes a step forward, scooting closer to you. ”we’ll see about laundry later. in the meantime… want to wear one of my shirts?”

the words have left his lips before he can think them through — maybe a little too eager. silently, he curses himself for being so forward. but you raise your head, meeting his amber eyes, blinking so sheepishly that he thinks he’d give you just about anything you ask for.

”… is that okay?” 

”more than okay,” he reassures you, a smile on his face. ”i’ll get you something comfy.”

you quiet down, for a moment. still pulling at the collar of your shirt, making sure the thin fabric doesn’t stick to your soaked skin, shifting from foot to foot.

”… alright,” you exhale. ”that’d be great, then.”

a hum buzzes in his throat. suguru walks past you, towards the hallway leading up to his room, ruffling your wet hair in passing. his heavy palm on your head, a perfect fit. smiling to himself.

”got it. one second, okay?” 

behind him, you nod, but he can’t see it — walking into his room, rummaging through his closet, trying not to lose his mind at the idea of you wearing one of his oversized shirts. maybe a pair of sweatpants, maybe a tank top… he gulps at the thought. heartbeat accelerating, gradually, a jittery feeling in his throat.

he settles on a big, comfortable hoodie. bundling it up in his arms, before making his way back to where you’re still standing, still soaked, shivering a little. 

”here,” he hums, passing the bundle of soft fabric into your awaiting arms. you nuzzle into the pile, already looking comforted; it warms his heart. he hopes you like the cologne he picked out, earthy and deep. a hint of cinnamon. ”now go take your shower, hm?”

”mm. thank you,” you smile, cheeks still damp, a little flushed. ”you’re too nice to me.”

suguru resists the urge to frown. resists the urge to tell you that there’s no such thing, that you deserve every last drop of kindness he can wring out of his cramped-up heart. he knows he shouldn’t be too forward, but you’re making it difficult. you always make it so difficult.

(or maybe he’s just a weak, weak man.)

”oh, please,” he gives you a playful little roll of his eyes, sighing fondly. ”this is the bare minimum. we don’t want you catching a cold, do we?”

”we don’t,” you grin. ”i have a feeling you’d just end up making me soup all day.”

a chuckle flows from out his lips. he hopes it doesn’t come out as shaky as his heart feels, just at the thought — the idea of taking care of you like that. being allowed to tend to you, being trusted by you in that way. ”well, i need to make sure i don’t get rusty. what kind of chef would i be if i did, hm?”

there it is, again. the crinkle of your eyes, that upturn of your lips, all things he finds himself constantly seeking out — suguru exhales, somewhat in bliss. he might need to quit cigarettes for good, soon. it wouldn’t do for him to have more than one vice.

while you take your shower, your roommate lounges on the couch. or at least, he tries to — though his feet inevitably take him to your tiny kitchen, to the water cooker, to the cabinet with all his expensive tea bags. he picks out a nice, strong ginger tea. something to help boost your immune system. silently, drowsily, he pours water into a ceramic cup, stirs the slowly brewing tea with a honey-clad teaspoon. raindrops cascade against the window, and the faraway sound of thunder reaches his ears.

it’s cold outside, but warm and cozy in here — in the home you’ve made for yourselves.

he’s really, really glad that he followed satoru’s advice. that he put out that advert, that the first person who reached out ended up being you. he’s happy to share a living space with you, these cozy leftover afternoons. he’s happy to have someone to brew tea for.

(what more could a man like him ask for?)

”um, suguru?”

he stiffens. ever so slightly, ears perking up at the sound of your voice, that mellow little lilt — broken out of his syrupy stupor. after a moment, he turns around.

and his breath hitches in the back of his throat.

you’re standing there, right at the threshold separating the kitchen from the living room, hair a little damp from the shower — and you’re wearing his hoodie. it cascades down your frame, the hem of it ending right above your knees, sleeves rolled up to reveal your hands. that hoodie is baggy even on him, but you’re just drowning in the fabric. his heart feels like it’s about to burst.

suguru blinks. once, then twice, pupils blown wide.

— he lets out a shaky sigh.

”jesus…”

a series of blinks. you tilt your head, like a confused puppy, glancing up at him with that doe-eyed look. fuck, he wants to bundle you up in his arms. he wants you to fall asleep on his chest, wants to keep you there forever. god, who thinks stuff like that?

(he needs to get a grip — and fast. he can already feel his ears growing hotter.)

”it looks… kind of ridiculous, doesn’t it?” you let out a sheepish chuckle, clouded with what he thinks must be shyness. cute. ”is this an xxl? that’s insane.”

suguru lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head, raven locks swaying with the movement. ”it is. looks good on you, though.”

”… does it?” you let your arms fall slack, for a moment, the softened fabric swallowing your hands. he can’t even see the tips of your fingers. oh, how his heart aches. it’s squeezing so tightly he fears his chest might cave in.

a nod. suguru clears his throat, turning around again, clinking the teaspoon against the rim of your cup. stirring idly. ”is it comfortable?”

”mhm!”

— and he smiles. ”good.”

silently, you step closer, taking your rightful place beside him. leaning your elbows against the counter, watching his movements, the flick of his long fingers. one of his rings catches on the ceramic, a quiet clang.

”here,” he hums, pushing the cup towards you. when you look up, his eyes are crinkled at the edges, warm and sweet, a melting pair of honeycombs. ”drink up.”

a moment passes.

”… you really are too sweet for your own good, you know that?” 

suguru grins. his heart blossoms a little more; petals sticking between the ridges of his ribs. it manifests as a delighted little chuckle, flowing out his throat.

”don’t thank me yet — there’s sushi for you in the fridge, too. they let us bring the leftovers home again.”

”really? i can have some?”

suguru raises a brow. smiling, all the while. ”would i be offering otherwise?”

(you can have anything, he wants to say. i doubt i could say no. i’m a little weak, when it comes to you.

such embarrassing words.)

a heavy sigh escapes you, laced with relief. taking hold of the cup, raising it to your lips, sipping slowly. ”god, you’re the best. i’m starving.”

”haha… better eat, then, yeah?”

nod, nod. you give him another one of those grins, awfully pleased, putting your cup down and taking a step back. suguru can’t help but turn his head, to catch a glimpse of you — how cozy you look, waddling around in that big hoodie. hair a little tousled, humming softly to yourself, tapping the tips of your fingers against the handle of the fridge. it mashes well with the endless pitter patter against the window.

a purr of thunder echoes in the distance. hyacinths line the windowsill, the crinkle of a plastic container being rustled rings out across the room, and suguru feels at peace. he watches, listens, observes. wallowing in the feeling. 

domesticity. 

with a breathy, blissed-out exhale, he closes his eyes. smiling sweetly, barely contained. wishing on every single droplet that you’ll stick around a little longer than your lease allows.

”here,” you grin, stepping into his line of vision. handing him a plate full of sushi, all his favorite pieces. ”you eat up, too.”

suguru smiles.

(that’s a bridge he’ll worry about crossing another day. for now — this is more than enough.)

[pa1n-0f-l0ve]

Hii! Can you please write older Georg (2015-2016) who’s dating an mreader who likes stuffies and super cutesy stuff and Georg finds it absolutely adorable, like thigh highs, bows, pink and pastels, stuff like that. And one day Georg gets home from the studio to find him humping a pillow/plushie and it’s just gentle sex with a slight daddy kink. Maybe missionary sex position? Oh can could it please be second person? Im just not a fan of the “me” perspective.

Thank you in advance for it if you do the request!

୨ৎ: warnings: not much, the request tells u what will be in here! @20doozers

୨ৎ: excuse how this is set up weirdly, I was trying to see if I could do my lay out thingy with the request. This isn’t my best work at all and I apologize! (It’s kinda rushed bc I NEED to post)

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You sat in your cozy bed, the soft and milky sheets against your form, a teddy in your arm, your thigh highs against the soft silk…

You were needy and bored since Georg had been in the studio for quite some time. The more you thought about Georg, the more your bulge hardened. You were desperate for your boyfriends gentle touch and love.

Suddenly an idea sparked in your head and not an innocent one at that. You took the soft plush and placed it under your hard-on, you rocked against the plushy gently. Small whimpers left your lips as you created more and more friction.

You never heard the jingling keys at the front door while you were in the act, before you knew it Georg was in the room.

Georg looks at you, your erection, and the bear in shock before exclaiming, “Baby Boy what are you doing?” His eyebrows raised at the sight.

You looked at him with a blush and embarrassment. You had been caught! You felt vulnerable under Georg’s gaze as per usual. He dominated you in the most casual way, not even physically.

You build up the courage to reply, “daddy I was just thinking about you and I wanted to help myself. I’m sorry!” You pouted up at him slightly, your blush and innocent aura drove Georg up the wall!

Georg’s eyes widen in shock, he didn’t expect you to be so blunt since you were usually quite timid and shy about anything sexual. Your eyes and pouty lips sent a flutter to Georg’s tummy and groin.

Georg began unbuckling his belt in a hurry, his hands shaking in determination. Georg couldn’t wait any longer to be inside of you and satisfy your yearn for pleasure.

Georg breaths out, “You look so beautiful waiting all needy for me like this…” pure affection and love behind his words as he looks at your flushed frame.

Georg crawls his way onto the bed after stripping, he rolled you over onto your back taking off your light pink boxer briefs. Georg lets out an admirable chuckle as he starts kissing your neck and nudging his nose against it.

“Who’s daddy’s precious little boy? Hm?” Georg taunts, sliding his warm hands down your tummy gently.

You look into his green eyes, mouth agape as you give him your best puppy dog eyes you reply, “Me, I am!”

Georg began to slide his cock into your heat, slowly sliding in and out in a fragile pace. He was trying to be gentle with you to make the sex loving and soft.

Your little whimpers were like music to Georg’s ears, each little moan and whine sent him over the edge and made him crave more and more from you.

He then grasped your cock into his hand, slowly moving his wrist as he moved inside of you. “Relax sweet boy, daddy’s taking care of you.” Georg whispers to you.

Your eyes flutter shut as the slow sensations become too much for you. You reach your peak, spilling your pearly white semen all over Georg’s hand that was wrapped around your shaft.

“Thank you for helping me…” you blush, feeling embarrassed for being so needy before.

Georg smiles, stroking your soft cheek gently and replying, “you’re welcome.”

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THIS IS SO SHORT AND RUSHED I AM SO SO SO SORRY :(

I hate it 😓

[deadghosy]

Platonic Slytherin boys with a m!reader roommate who has bad sleep issues

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, ​Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Warning: sweet fluff

Tom Riddle

He’s usually up late himself in his studies or he is reading books to past time. So when he hears your door open he isn’t shocked at the least that you are awake to drink water

He will soon leave his studies and follow after you like a shadow as you go to the kitchen.

After you are done doing whatever, he grabs your arm and literally drags you to bed.

You can try to protest, but he’s not budging as he gives you his neutral face. You scoff and decided to fall asleep

Tom would watch you, making sure you actually got sleep before exiting out of your room and going to his.

He’s seen those disgusting eyes bags and it’s absolutely horrifying. He knew you need sleep or else he won’t sleep without thinking about your own.

Mattheo Riddle

He’s literally awake as well, bro either is awake from taking an early nap or he was up playing games all night with Theodore.

But either way, he was in your room to see you were still on your phone as he was playing the game.

“Dude get some sleep…” mattheo says, taking off his head set and standing up.

“….dude shut up..” you said, your voice was low and full of restless sleep. Mattheo only sighed and sat on your bed with you.

“You gotta sleep somehow bro…” Mattheo then started to rub your back up and down. A weakness when you’re tired as you yawn and close your eyes. You slowly start to fall asleep with light snores.

Mattheo smiled and got back to his game. Being more quiet and not yelling much.

Finally you are asleep

Draco Malfoy

At first he thought it was just something you do on the weekends.

But when he finally realized it’s a normal thing with you, he didn’t like it.

He threw snarky comments about how 8 hours of sleep is the best and how you need it. Of course he knew you didn’t want to hear him.

So, he bought sleeping pills to help you sleep better. He literally walked in your room and slam the bottle down beside you.

“Take these when you can’t sleep you idiot..” you looked shocked but nodded. You hadn’t expected Draco to just straight up buy you sleeping pills.

But soon Draco noticed a change as you actually woke up at a decent time and hour

“See, it wasn’t that hard” he says smirking while you flip him off.

Blaise Zabini

He had one time locked you in your room. Trying to force you to go to bed jokingly as you just sat in front of your door not impressed at all.

But after that he offered to be your teddy bear with a smile..you didn’t want to…

So why are you holding him in your arms as you are snoring.

He chucked seeing your face close to his. He placed a head kiss to your dome. Wrapping his arm securely around you.

He’s just glad you are finally resting right as of now

Theodore Nott

He tricked you.

He said he wanted to hang out in your room. So why of course you let him in!

Only to feel him lay with his arm around you shoulder.

“So….how has your day been?” It started with that with his accent that carries around the room

Next thing you know his sleeping body is now on top of you.

Yep he used his body to keep you down and rest. Well played theo.

Lorenzo Berkshire

He immediately noticed when it was the 3 days you two spent together as roommates.

He bought some sleeping tea, blankets that are so soft to fall asleep on and he was ready.

It was when you two were watching a movie during a cold season, so he set the tea up as you yawned with the fluffy and cozy blanket

“Here you go.” He says with a small smile, sitting next to you. He handed you the tea and you smiled with a thanks

Drinking it definitely took some time as it was very hot. But it definitely did the work

You were knocked out like a baby after spending at a party

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

[theodorenmyth]

Draco x gn Reader x Theodore

So reader is muggleborn and they have a preference for horror movies which surprises the two boyfriends especially when the reader invites them during break from school to their home to binge watch horror movies and the guys think reader will be scared but on the contrary reader loves it. The guys also know because the reader has a thing for ghost stories (as in the ghosts that muggles know of anyway)

Night of Frights

Pairings : Draco Malfoy x GN! Reader x Theodore Nott

Summary : During a school break, you invite your boyfriends, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, to your muggle home for a horror movie marathon. Surprised by your love for ghost stories, the two initially skeptical boys soon find themselves caught up in the suspense and fun. As they experience classic muggle horror films and play a spooky game, they bond with you over shared scares and laughter. By the end of the night, their fears have turned into a new appreciation for your interests, and they look forward to future adventures together.

A/n : Enjoy, @riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Warnings) : nothing!

Word count : 2k+

The doorbell rings sharply, cutting through the quiet hum of your suburban home. Excitement bubbles within you as you rush to open it, revealing Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott standing on your doorstep. Their immaculate appearances contrast starkly with the cozy familiarity of your house.

“Hey!” you greet them with a wide grin. “Come in, come in.”

Draco’s eyes widen slightly as he steps inside, taking in the quaint décor and the soft light filtering through the curtains. “This is... nice,” he remarks, trying to hide his surprise.

Theo chuckles, nudging Draco. “What did you expect? Skulls and pentagrams?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, but I do have something just as thrilling planned for us tonight.” You lead them to the living room, where a stack of horror movies waits by the television.

Draco’s brow furrows as he eyes the DVDs. “Horror movies? Really?”

“Surprised?” you tease, setting up the first film. “I’ve got a thing for ghost stories, and I thought it’d be fun to introduce you two to some muggle classics.”

Theo smirks, settling onto the couch. “This should be interesting. I didn’t peg you for the horror-loving type.”

“Stick around, you might be surprised,” you reply, handing them each a bowl of popcorn.

As the opening credits of "The Exorcist" roll, Draco glances at you, concern etched on his face. “Are you sure about this? Won’t you get scared?”

You grin, shaking your head. “I’ve seen this a dozen times. It’s you two I’m worried about.”

The movie progresses, and you revel in the tense atmosphere, your heart racing not from fear but from excitement. Draco and Theo, on the other hand, seem less at ease. Draco's grip on your arm tightens with every eerie sound, and Theo’s eyes dart around the room, half-expecting something to leap out from the shadows.

When the film reaches its climax, a particularly terrifying scene makes Draco jump. He quickly glances at you, but you’re watching with rapt attention, a small smile playing on your lips. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asks, incredulous.

“Absolutely,” you reply, laughing softly. “It’s fascinating how different it is from what we know at Hogwarts.”

Theo leans closer, curiosity piqued. “Tell us more about these ghost stories. How do they compare to the ones we know?”

“Well,” you begin, pausing the movie. “Muggle ghost stories are often about spirits who have unfinished business, or who were wronged in some way. They can be vengeful, but they’re also tragic. It’s all about the unknown and what happens after death.”

Draco shivers slightly. “Sounds a bit like the Grey Lady or Moaning Myrtle.”

“Exactly,” you nod. “But with a lot more imagination and a lot less reality.”

Theo chuckles. “I think I prefer Peeves’ pranks to this kind of horror.”

“Speaking of pranks,” you say, eyes twinkling, “I have a game we can play after the movie. It’s called ‘Bloody Mary.’”

Draco and Theo exchange wary glances. “What’s that?” Theo asks.

“It’s a muggle legend,” you explain. “You stand in front of a mirror in the dark and say ‘Bloody Mary’ three times. Supposedly, her ghost appears and—”

“Nope, absolutely not,” Draco interrupts, shaking his head vehemently. “I draw the line at summoning spirits.”

You laugh, patting his arm. “Don’t worry, it’s just a game. But if it’s too much, we can skip it.”

Theo smirks, nudging Draco. “Scared, Malfoy?”

“Cautious,” Draco retorts, though his eyes betray his curiosity.

After the movie ends, you switch off the TV and light a few candles, casting flickering shadows on the walls. “Ready for Bloody Mary?” you ask, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Draco hesitates, but Theo stands, pulling him up. “Come on, it’s just a bit of fun. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You lead them to the bathroom, the mirror reflecting the candlelight eerily. “Alright,” you say, positioning them in front of the mirror. “On three, we say her name together.”

“One,” you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. “Two… three.”

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” you all chant in unison.

For a moment, nothing happens. Then, the flickering candlelight casts strange shapes across the mirror, and Draco’s grip on your hand tightens. You stifle a giggle, enjoying the suspense.

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock on the bathroom door, and Draco jumps, nearly knocking over the candle. “What was that?”

You burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer. “Just my dad. He’s probably wondering why we’re all crammed in here.”

The door opens, and your dad pokes his head in, looking bemused. “Everything alright in here?”

“Yeah, Dad,” you reply, still laughing. “Just introducing my friends to a muggle legend.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Alright, just don’t scare them too much. Dinner will be ready soon.”

As he leaves, Draco lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Merlin’s beard, you really had me going there.”

You smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “I told you, it’s all just fun and games. No real ghosts here.”

Theo laughs, wrapping an arm around both you and Draco. “I have to admit, that was exhilarating. Who knew muggles could come up with such spooky tales?”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” you say, leading them back to the living room. “There’s a whole world of muggle horror out there, and I’m happy to share it with you.”

As you settle back onto the couch, another movie ready to play, Draco leans in, his expression softer. “I think I’m starting to see why you like this so much. It’s a different kind of thrill.”

You smile, feeling a warm sense of contentment. “Exactly. It’s all about stepping into another world, even if just for a little while.”

Theo nods, his curiosity still piqued. “What’s next on the list?”

You hold up the next DVD, "A Nightmare on Elm Street", and Draco groans good-naturedly. “I have a feeling I’m not going to get much sleep tonight.”

“That’s the spirit!” you exclaim, pressing play. “And trust me, this one’s a classic.”

As the movie begins, you snuggle between Draco and Theo, feeling a comforting sense of belonging. Despite their initial skepticism, they’re fully immersed in the experience now, reacting to every jump scare and creepy scene with a mix of fear and fascination.

Halfway through the movie, you pause it to make some hot chocolate. Theo follows you into the kitchen, watching as you expertly whip up the drinks. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?” he asks, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“Yeah, I am,” you admit, stirring the cocoa. “It’s nice to share something I love with you guys.”

Theo smiles, taking the mugs from you. “We’re glad to be a part of it.”

Back in the living room, Draco has rearranged the blankets into a fort-like structure. “Thought we could use some extra protection,” he jokes, his eyes twinkling.

You laugh, handing him a mug. “Good thinking. We’ll need it for the final movie of the night.”

As the night wears on, the three of you move from one horror classic to another, the fear turning into a shared exhilaration. By the time you’re on the last movie, "Poltergeist", the atmosphere is one of cozy camaraderie.

“This one’s about a haunted house,” you explain as the opening credits roll. “The family moves into a new home, only to find it’s built on a burial ground.”

Draco shudders dramatically and immediately reached out for your arm. “Lovely. Just what I wanted to hear before bedtime.”

Theo chuckles, pulling you closer. “I have to admit, it’s kind of fun being scared together.”

“Exactly,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s the shared experience that makes it all worth it.”

As the movie progresses, the scares become more intense, but you notice that Draco and Theo are handling it better. Draco even makes a few snarky comments, breaking the tension and making you all laugh.

When the movie finally ends, you stretch and yawn. “That was fun. Thanks for indulging my horror obsession.”

Draco smiles, his usual cool demeanor softened. “Anytime. Though I think I’ll be seeing ghosts in my dreams tonight.”

Theo grins, nudging him playfully. “At least you’ll have us to protect you.”

You laugh, feeling a warm sense of happiness as you look at your boyfriends. “Yeah, I think we’ll all sleep a little better knowing we’re together.”

As you all head upstairs to your room, Draco pauses at the foot of the stairs. “You know, I never thought I’d say this, but I kind of enjoyed tonight.”

You smile, giving him a quick kiss. “Me too. It was perfect.”

Theo wraps an arm around both of you, his voice soft. “Here’s to many more nights like this.”

You nod, feeling content as you climb into bed, the three of you nestled together. The quiet night outside contrasts with the whirlwind of excitement and emotion from earlier. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but think that sharing your love for horror movies has brought you even closer.

In the dimly lit room, Draco’s voice breaks the silence. “You know, I’ve been thinking about those ghost stories you mentioned. Muggle ones, I mean. They’re not so different from ours, are they?”

“Not really,” you reply sleepily. “Just different ways of telling them.”

Theo’s voice, though tired, carries a hint of intrigue. “Do you think any of them are real?”

“Who knows?” you mumble, half-asleep. “That’s part of the fun.”

Draco chuckles softly, the sound soothing. “I suppose so. Still, I’d rather deal with Peeves any day.”

Theo laughs quietly, his arm tightening around you. “I agree. But I have to admit, this was a good way to spend the night.”

“Definitely,” you murmur, feeling warmth and safety in their presence. “Thanks for being open to it.”

“Always,” Draco whispers, his voice a comforting lullaby.

Theo’s voice is the last thing you hear before sleep takes you completely. “Sweet dreams, love.”

As you close your eyes, the night’s events play back in your mind like a comforting reel. You know that no matter how many horror movies you watch, nothing will ever compare to the feeling of being surrounded by the people you care about most.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

In the morning, you wake up to the soft light filtering through the curtains and the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. Draco and Theo are still asleep, their breaths even and faces peaceful.

You quietly slip out of bed and head downstairs, finding your mom making pancakes. She looks up and smiles. “Morning. How did your friends enjoy the horror marathon?”

“They loved it,” you reply, helping set the table. “Thanks for letting them stay over.”

“Of course,” she says, flipping a pancake. “They’re welcome anytime.”

As you finish setting the table, Draco and Theo stumble sleepily into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of breakfast. Draco yawns, running a hand through his messy hair. “Morning.”

“Morning,” you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” he says, sitting down at the table. “No ghosts haunted my dreams.”

Theo laughs, helping himself to a pancake. “Same here. Though I did dream about that Bloody Mary game. Thanks for that.”

You grin, sitting down beside them. “Anytime. Maybe next time, we can try some other muggle activities.”

Draco raises an eyebrow. “Other activities?”

“Yeah,” you say, your eyes twinkling. “Like muggle sports, or visiting a theme park.”

Theo’s eyes light up. “A theme park? That sounds fun.”

Draco looks intrigued despite himself. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

You smile, feeling a warm sense of anticipation. “It’s a date then.”

As you all dig into breakfast, you feel a sense of contentment and excitement for the future. There’s a whole world out there to explore, and you’re thrilled to share it with Draco and Theo. And as you sit together, laughing and planning your next adventure, you know that this is just the beginning of many more nights of frights, delights, and everything in between.

[dudumax4ever]

Love in The Fast Lane

fanfic ⭐️

Lando Norris

authors note- i hope u all love it, this took me forever lol but it’s very cute

warnings - none. kissing ig? but very normal other wise( unlike my other fics)

Please note this if you like it! if u can leave a comment that would be nice too!

Enjoy!

There you sat in a cozy little bookstore on a rainy afternoon. The shelves are lined with old novels and the air is filled with the scent of coffee and vanilla. You came here to do some silent reading by yourself, but little did you know that fate had something else in store for you that day. You have always found your close friend, Lando Norris to be pretty attractive. But in your fear of ruining your relationship as friends you never acted on it.

You entered the library at around 6 in the evening. The sky was absolutely pouring and the smell of rain filled your senses. Upon entering the library, you shake the rain off your umbrella and spot Lando sitting near a window.

"Hey Lando! can I join you here?"

"Sure y/n! I would love that" he says politely.

Lando had always been a gentleman. It's one of the reasons you found him to be such a good friend and also the reason you were sort of crushing on him. "Thanks Lan. So what are you doing here in the Library?" "I honestly don't know, I've never been much of a reader, I guess I was bored." " Nice, I'm going to go fetch a book, see you in a minute". Lando nods at you. You get up and go to the romance section of the library. Romance books are your favorite kind of books to read. While searching around for a book you zone out and start thinking about Lando. The ways his eyes change color depending on the weather, the ways his eyes shut when he's smiling too much, or the way his smile can melt hearts and disarm the toughest individuals. Suddenly you realize your thoughts are going somewhere else, so you gather yourself grab a good book and walk back to where Lando was sitting.

"So, what book did you pick out y/n?" Lando inquired. "Oh, just some random romance book I spotted, I think I might issue it" you answered him cheerfully." Daydreaming about someone?" Lando joked. " What? No!" you answered with an exasperated expression on your face. " Relax, I'm only joking! But now I'm curious y/n" " Lando, I swear to God, I will kill you today and _I'm_ _not_ joking."

"So, what book did you pick out y/n?" Lando inquired. "Oh, just some random romance book I spotted, I think I might issue it" you answered him cheerfully." Daydreaming about someone?" Lando joked. "What? No!" you answered with an exasperated expression on your face. " Relax, I'm only joking! But now I'm curious y/n" " Lando, I swear to God, I will kill you today and _I'm_ _not_ joking." Lando looked at you with an amused look on his face. Oh my God. You could kiss him. You looked into his eyes for a second. He looked directly into yours. As you gazed into Lando's eyes, the world around you melted away. His piercing blue irises held you captive, their warmth and kindness enveloping you like a gentle embrace. you felt lost in their depths, drowning in the intensity of his gaze, your heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. Suddenly you felt your gaze lingering too long, and your cheeks flushed with sudden shyness. You snapped your eyes back to reality, breaking the spell, and pretended to study the nearby bookshelf instead. His eyes were etched deep into your memory.

You pull out a little book in which you were writing the points to a small romance story that you planned on releasing in Wattpad. "Hey, what's so captivating?" Lando asks, peeking over your shoulder.

You jump, startled, and try to compose yourself. "Oh, just writing a scene for my book."

Lando's eyes scan the page, and his eyebrows rise. "Ah, I see. And what's this I see? Am I the inspiration for the dashing hero?"

You feel your face flush, and you try to play it cool. "No way Norris."

Lando chuckles and leans against the desk, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "And what's this romantic gesture the hero is making? 'Lando's eyes held you captive, his gaze burning with intensity"

You laugh, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Well, I might have gotten a little carried away."

Lando grins mischievously. "I think it's great. But don't you think it's a bit...cheesy?"

You laugh, and he joins in, his deep voice rumbling. Together, you laugh so hard that tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

As you wipe your eyes, Lando asks, "So, does the heroine get her happily ever after?"

You smile slyly. "You'll have to wait and see."

Lando raises an eyebrow, still chuckling. "I'm on the edge of my seat."

You both continue laughing, the tension between you palpable, but in a good way.

You sit on the couch, Lando beside you, the tension between you increasing with each passing moment. Your laughter from earlier still lingers in the air, but now it's mixed with a nervous energy. You both know that the conversation is about to take a turn.

Lando turns to face you, his eyes locking onto yours. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice low and husky.

Your heart skips a beat. "What is it?" you reply, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Lando hesitates, his eyes searching yours. "Do you...feel it too?" he asks finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You know exactly what he's talking about. The flutter in your chest when he's near, the way your skin tingles when he touches you, the way you can't seem to tear your eyes away from his.

You take a deep breath and let your guard down. "Yes, I feel it too," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando's eyes light up with hope, and he leans in closer. "I've been trying to ignore it, to tell myself it's just friendship, but I can't deny it anymore," he says, his voice filled with emotion.

Your heart races as you realize that you're both on the same page. "I've been feeling the same way," you admit, your voice shaking slightly.

Lando's face inches closer, his breath mingling with yours. "I'm so glad I'm not alone in this," he whispers, his eyes burning with intensity.

You feel like you're drowning in his gaze, but in a good way. You know that you're both crossing a line, but you can't help it.

"I'm glad too," you whisper back, your heart pounding in your chest.

Lando's eyes drop to your lips, and you know what's coming next. Your heart skips a beat as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

The world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment. You feel like you're home, like you've finally found what you've been searching for.

As you pull back, gasping for air, Lando takes your hand in his. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he admits, his eyes shining with happiness.

You smile, feeling like you're floating on air. "Me too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando's thumb strokes your hand, sending shivers down your spine. "I was afraid of ruining our friendship," he admits, his eyes filled with vulnerability.

You squeeze his hand, feeling a deep connection. "I was afraid too," you reply, your voice filled with emotion.

You both sit there in silence for a moment, hands entwined, hearts beating as one. You know that this is just the beginning of something special, something that could change your life forever.

Finally, Lando speaks up, his voice filled with excitement. "So, what do we do now?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with hope.

You smile, feeling a sense of joy and freedom. "We take a chance on each other," you reply.

Lando grins, his eyes shining with happiness. "I like the sound of that," he says, leaning in for another kiss.

As your lips meet, you know that this is just the beginning.

part 2 at request in comments

[stardewremixed]

Alex headcanons

Wanted to be a knight when he was a child. Horse and lance, sword and suit of armor. Shiny. Made one out of tinfoil, scraps of Evelyn's fabric, and a broom stick. Neighbor kids made fun of him. He didn't dress up again.

Joined a yoga class on a dare. Well actually because he saw a pretty girl through the window and straight up walked into the glass. The instructor made him take the class. Something about balance and coordination.

Almost thought about joining the army right outta high school. He barely passed and wasn't sure college was for him. But the thought of dying while his grandparents (his only relatives) still lived qnd didnt have anyone to take care of them was too unnerving. He didn't want to leave them all alone. Still likes war movies sometimes.

Conscientious about his scent. Keeps his pit hairs trimmed. Religious about showering after working out. Keeps a spare deodorant in his truck. Leaves a trail of cologne - clean, just-out-of-shower scent, not too weighty, a bit soapy, rainforest mist like.

Has helped Sam out with his community service before because this man weirdly loves digging fence posts.

Also loves carrying things - groceries for his grandma (or the pretty farmer), barrels of ale and whiskey, folding tables from festivals, tools up a ladder, etc. Both arms full. Things normal people can carry on multiple trips. Alex gets it all and doesn't break a sweat. Would carry the farmer too (if she'd let him - and you know he's carrying her bridal style on their wedding night).

Loves a challenging ropes course. Can rappel down a wall or a mountain side. Can complete a obstacle course faster than anyone else. Would give Kent a run for his money at army crawling. Absolutely goes nuts about hiking, bouldering, free climbing too. Would probably do spelunking too if... he wasn't a teeny but afraid of the dark... because...

Kept a nightlight in his room until he was a teenager. It's why he never did sleepovers with the other kids. That and he hit puberty early. Towering over grade schoolers was only cool for like a minute. But you can reach things on the top shelf, I guess.

Occasionally freelances for the Adventurer's Guild. Gives guided hiking tours up into the mountains above the Valley or secret woods for tourists. He would be enthusiastic too - swinging his arms and waving his hands around while telling stories and pointing out cool sights.

His hugs are big, and leave you feeling wrapped up, but in a good way. Like a cozy warm blanket. You feel safe and loved.

He's a cuddler... while you watch TV together, while you read books together (yes, he likes sports magazines and biographies of his heroes), and while you sleep. He's definitely the big spoon and makes you feel cherished. That's until he starts snoring... lightly. You'll have to nudge him to stop. And those arms do get... heavy. And he's definitely elbowed his companion in bed before.

He's a bit of a wimp when it comes to shots. It's why he would never get a tattoo or get his ears pierced. He doesn't like needles. (They might also remind him of his mom and her treatments when he was little).

He once posed for a campaign poster for a lumberjack festival. Lewis had little success. Only a dozen young girls showed up on the bus that day. No actual woodchoppers. Needless to say, Alex kills it in plaid. Think Brawny paper towel guy vibes without the facial hair.

Also did a modeling gig for Pierre once to sell some winter gear. Haley took the photos. Alex is a natural in front of the camera. Again, lots of female visitors... erm... customers to the town for a period of two days. He may or may not have autographed the ad for one of the ladies.

He's shouldered a lot of responsibility from a young age. His dad ran out on them. His mom was sick. His grandparents aren't the healthiest. Alex has picked up odd jobs since he was eight. Recycling bottlecaps. ♻️ Washing cars. Lemonade stand. 🍋

Delivering newspapers was one of his first real paying gigs. Granny gave him one of George's old newsboy caps. Alex wore it with pride. He's got an incredible swing for it. Also led him to be interested in baseball. He played three seasons in Little League as a pitcher before he became fascinated with gridball. 📰

It was actually Grandpa George who got him into gridball. Watching games together on TV, critiquing the players, talking technique. Male bonding stuff. He wants to take George to a pro game one day, proudly wheeling his Gramps into the stadium. 🏈

One of his first jobs as a young adult was at the local hospital. It's how he paid for his first apartment. He wheeled people up from their appointments to get picked up at curbside. Just like with his mom when he was a young teen. It felt like a good way to keep giving back even after she was gone. New moms. Dialysis patients. Kids with broken legs from falling off a skateboard ramp...

That's how he met Sam actually. (I like to think these two would be sort-of friends). Sam talked about music and boarding and surfing. Alex talked about the high school Alma Mater fight song and baseball and weightlifting.

Sam and Alex built an epic sandcastle village on the beach one year at the Luau. Both were bored. Vincent helped too. It was impressive... until high tide came in. Haley snapped a photo first at least.

Inspired by Grandpa George, he took a dance class. That's how he met Haley (when they were late teens). He was her favorite dance partner. He could actually lift her without dropping her. And he didn't step on his toes. He's actually pretty light on his feet. Tried tap dancing too but that wasn't as successful (or cool looking).

Named MVP for his high school gridball team. Would've gone on to play in uni but just didn't have the grades. And he needed to stay close for Granny and George. Still keeps his trophies from every sport he's ever played in his room.

Would challenge anyone to an arm wrestling contest any day. Has actually made some money at the Stardew Valley Fair this way. Out of towners might underestimate him. Amateurs! Shane is the only one who's come close to besting Alex and only then because he was drunk. Sober Shane might have stood a chance.

Bought George a big recliner with his very first paycheck from his adult job. Comfy cushions, high quality leather, great arm rests. George never sits in it because he had his mining accident shortly after and so it sits unused in a storage closest somewhere collecting dust. Still every once in a while, George wheels by and thinks about his grandson's thoughtfulness.

Will carry any of the Farmer's picked produce back to the bins, trekking across the fields, or will personally deliver products to Pierre's. By the armful. Corn, lettuce, bushels of broccoli, squash, grapes, tomatoes. He can carry 3 or 4 buckets at a time. Or by the basket. The big round baskets that the average person can only carry one at a time.

Likes the smell of freshly washed cars. And the air after it rains. New leather on a ball. Granny's freshly baked cookies.

Would literally be your shoulder to cry on. No seriously, people have. His mom before she passed. Evelyn after her frustrations with George. Haley after a boy she liked dumped her. Even Emily after one awkward moment as she was taking out the trash behind the Saloon and felt overwhelmed about a disturbing vision she had. He is always willing to comfort those he cares about.

Doesn't really cook but he can make a mean cheesy macaroni casserole. It's one of the few recipes he learned as a boy that has stuck with him.

Feels strongly about cheating in sports. And popping pills to make someone stronger. Especially because his mom was ill. He knows there are people out there who really need medicines. Illegal drugs are a disgrace to the profession.

Would absolutely spend his days fixing up the farmhouse, repairing the barn, sprucing the greenhouse, patching up the chicken coop while the farmer worked the fields and orchards and took care of livestock. I have this longstanding belief that Alex would make an excellent handyman in the Valley. Maybe it starts out as an apprenticeship with Robin. He's gifted with a sander, a wrench, a saw. And this man looks great in a backward cap, tight jeans, and a tool belt. He likes to feel useful, stay busy, and work with his hands. Painting your bedroom and repairing your shower leak would be his first projects once moving to the farm.

[mousiefrotting]

was just mulling over some twst thoughts (overblot-related and such) noticing how most of the incidents so far end with the victim getting enough time to rest and get back to a fit condition to live their lives?- and then i suddenly remembered a canon fact that makes for suuuuch good recovery-whump happenings:

if blot accumulation in a magestone subsides when the caster's physical reserves are replenished (food, sleep, etc.), what about the post-overblot recovery?? after all the wreckage of an overblot is said and done, all the emotions have been had and harrowed- what about the physical rehabilitation process?

we see a few mentions of overblotters feeling sick right after the fact- or just generally being physically worse off after burning through a notable amount of magic- and it got me thinking; what about all those post-blot scenes we don't get to see? sure, they've got emotional (often literal also!) messes to fix ahead of them-- but what about that moment where everything just feels bad and gross and the failure of your best laid plans is just heaping onto how absolutely wrecked you are and everyone can see it?

(the thought of any of the prev ob!ers actually having to voice a physical need is just too good to resist imo- especially after the fact and having to see the ramifications!!! augugughghh and while i may have reasonings "blot bad, sleep and food good" does something to the brain i must admit))

just.. AUGH.. i need to see the emotional vulnerability and the walls betrayed by the all-powerful denial-shatterer: good old physical needs!

[mokutone]

thank you to northstarfan for the kofi tip!!! here's a drawing of a cozy elnor from star trek picard! 😄

[vaugarde]

terribly sorry for progressively getting more and more annoyed and tired with jn. this show kinda gets a lot more exhausting on a rewatch when you know its not going to get better

[lieutenantselnia]

I need to remind myself more often that I don't have to do my self ship art in chronological order.

[toonylune]

oh to be so comfy… so cozy…. a bundle of warmth while the outside world is cruel and unforgiving

[liverbiver9]

modern wei wuxian would literally love to play cozy games. you can’t tell me that man with the cottagecore!incense burner dream WOULDNT love stardew valley and harvest moon and animal crossing. like you can’t convince me otherwise.

[arundolyn]

coming to the horrible realization that im an adult with my own money and i can therefore do dumb shit

[darkdragon768]

I don't know how to feel about tomorrow.

I have to wake up earlier (at 5:30 am...) cuz the trains decided to strike again and I have to take a longer way to reach school. And tbh I wouldn't do that if the first class wouldn't be Creature Building Class.

Do you see my passion for Le Beast?? I willingly wake up earlier to make it in on time.

This'll be the last Le Creature class we'll have for like four months cuz of our internship... Misery.

After that, two other boring classes, then I have to go to the place where I'm doing my internship to do some last paperwork with them and after that I'm free to go. Gonna grab some blue hair dye and WW:Move it at the mall and then go back home and sleep until my mom is back and we can play said game.

[thoughtssvt]

gojo satoru never put his infinity up when he was with you. he liked to feel you close.

the first time he'd touched you— actually touched you— was an accident. one he'd never made before. all that happened was that your arms had brushed together. it was just for a short moment, but electricity ran under his skin and straight to his heart. he'd just felt so comfortable with you. so close. the moment was perfect, he was positive that all the stars had aligned when he was with you. he could be himself. you'd seen him through his barrier.

he became addicted.

he wanted to feel you that close every time.

even knowing his arm would fall asleep he would snake it under your waist, pull you in tight. he loved the way your hair would tickle his nose as he kissed the nape of your neck.

sometimes he'd get carried away. it was a euphoric feeling so foreign to the pads of his fingers. the thud of your heart against his palm, your calves tangling with his. you'd giggle saying that he was practically choking you.

"one more minute, i promise," he'd say, voice rumbling through his chest and against your back.

one minute became two and after two, well, you guessed you could get used to him melding your bodies together.

he found himself touching you every chance he got. his fingers massaging your scalp, elbows nudging as you walked side by side. sometimes when your legs were strewn over his he couldn't help running a hand up and down from ankle to knee, waxing his palm against your skin as he reached the bend.

he absolutely loved when you were the one to initiate touch. you could practically see a tail wagging when your fingers danced against his wrist just before sliding down to trace circles into his palms, his hand eager to intertwine with yours.

even on those sticky summer afternoons when all the fan was doing was blowing the hot air around he couldn't get enough of you. two clips swiping his hair out of his face (matching yours, of course), a cold patch on his forehead, he'd wrap his arms around you as you chopped away at refreshing fruit. his body encompassing yours, chin hooking onto your shoulder as he reminded you to be careful.

winter was his favorite as if he needed an excuse to cuddle close to you. the breaths of your giggles fanning his skin, your socked feet brushing together where you both hid under a soft, cozy blanket.

every night as he listened to your deep, steady breaths he thought about how grateful he was to have met you. he'd been so focused on being the strongest that he'd never given a fleeting thought to being weak. and god, when it came to you he got so weak. he wondered how it was ever a bad thing in the first place.

before sleep took him he pulled you in closer, felt your breath hit the back of his hand, your chest rise under his palm.

gojo satoru was almost certain that you and him and the love you shared together was the true meaning of infinity, so when he was with you he never had to put it up. one look in your eyes was all the forever he needed.

A/N : ngl i melted while writing this. let's be fr he'd be this clingy (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

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