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Thank you so much, you've literally made my night 🥹💞, I'm literally so happy you enjoyed it!! I was so nervous to post it as I thought it was bad 😭💞 But I'm glad you and a lot of other people enjoyed it 💞💞 Thank you sm!! ❤ (It is my first fic on my blog that wasn't requested and was originated by me, I forgot to clarify/edit it, I'm so sorry 😭) ❤ BUT THSNK YOU SM!!

| Wc: 2k | Home Is Wherever You Are | (No Outbreak)

Warnings: Emotional themes, mild language, fluff, relationship dynamics, and comfort. <3

Pairings: Husband!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a rough day full of unexpected challenges, you come home to find a quiet comfort waiting for you. With the weight of the world still on your shoulders, your partner knows exactly how to turn it all around, offering a kind of comfort you never knew you needed. In the midst of exhaustion and stress, it's the simple, thoughtful gestures that remind you what truly makes a place feel like home.

a/n: Hey starlights! 💕 I wrote this as a little escape for anyone who's had one of those days where it feels like everything’s going wrong. Sometimes all you really need is someone who gets you, right? A huge thank you to anyone who’s reading this, I hope it brings a little warmth to your day. If you liked it, feel free to drop a comment, like, etc. Enjoy! 🫶 <333

(I do apologize if something doesn’t sound quite right—this took me about 5 hours (and maybe a whole day to make sure it sounded okay) to fully complete! Plus, I’m only 15, after all and this is my first story, so please bear with me as I am trying to get the hang of writing more better. lmao)

credits: @enchanthings for these lovely dividers <3

You grab your work bag and step out of the car, closing the door behind you. Pressing the lock button on the key fob, you hear the car beep as it locks. You walk toward the front door of your shared home, feeling absolutely drained, like every ounce of energy has been stripped from you—as if you'd just been hit by a damn bus. All you wanted was to be curled up with your husband in your shared bed.

Today just wasn’t your day.

Your boss had called you in on your day off—because, naturally, half the office was either sick or with family for the holiday, so being the good person you are, you went in— that had left you buried under a mountain of paperwork you never signed up for.

To make matters worse, on your way in, you stopped for coffee, and, of course, they got your order completely wrong. As if the universe already knew how the day would go. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, you were walking outside your work building and on your way in… is when a bird decided it was the perfect moment to shit on you. It was the kind of morning that made you feel like the universe had it out for you, and you knew it was going to be one hell of a shitty day.

And, of course, you were right. Customers called nonstop, one after another, the chaos blurring together. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, your boss barged in, his voice sharp, yelling at you for ‘not trying hard enough.’ You could’ve… would’ve punched him. But you still needed the paycheck, after all, and the job… even if it was slowly driving you insane.

You fumble through your keys, exhaustion sinking deep into your bones as you search for the right one. After what feels like an eternity, you finally find it and push the door open, the familiar scent of your shared home wrapping around you. Stepping inside, you close the door with a heavy sigh, leaning back against it for support. You groan, the tension of the day weighing heavy on your shoulders as you drop the workbag on the floor with a thud.

From the kitchen, you hear Joel moving around and the smell of his lovely cooking fills the air, the comforting rhythm of his presence (and the smell of food) surrounding you.

You kick off your shoes, the relief instant as your feet hit the cool hardwood floor. You nudge them aside, placing them next to Joel's boots, the two of them forming a quiet, familiar mess by the door. You shrugged off your coat, letting it fall from your shoulders before hanging it up, the fabric settling softly against the hook. The quiet warmth of the house wrapped around you, and for the first time all day, you allowed yourself to breath. It was these small, comforting rituals—his boots, your coat, the space you shared—that made everything feel just a little bit more like home.

You headed towards the kitchen, each step lighter now that you were home. As you walked through the doorway, the air seemed to shift, and you were hit with a delicious aroma that instantly made your stomach rumble. The familiar scent of your favourite food filled the space, rich and savory, a warmth that made everything else fade away for a moment. It was the kind of comfort only Joel could create, and you felt your shoulders relax, the tension from the day starting to melt. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that, as always, he had managed to make everything feel a little more like home.

And then your gaze landed on him, and you couldn’t help but giggle. There he was, wearing that ridiculous apron you’d gotten him as a joke on Christmas, the one with bold pink letters that read, "Kiss the Cook". It was so out of character for him, but seeing it now, you couldn’t help but laugh. He caught your eye and gave you that small, amused grin of his, the one that made your heart flutter every time. The apron might’ve been silly, but in that moment, it made you feel happy he was wearing something you got him, even if it was a joke gift.

He walked towards you with that easy confidence of his, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips grounding you in the moment. “How was your day, love?” he asked, his voice low and soothing, as he pulled you into a big, comforting hug.

For a second, you let yourself melt into him, feeling the weight of the day’s chaos lift just from being in his arms. But then, like a wave crashing back into you, all the frustration, exhaustion, and little annoyances came rushing back—customers, work, the mess of it all. It made your chest tighten slightly, a dull ache that lingered as you leaned against him.

You didn’t want to dump all of that on him right now, not when he’d gone out of his way to make dinner and create a sense of home, but it was hard to hide the weariness in your soul.

You stay silent, absorbing the quiet warmth of him, the exhaustion from your day hanging heavy on your shoulders. With a soft sigh, you whisper, “It was… a long day.” The words feel heavy, but his presence lightens them, just a little. He held you tighter, sensing the change in your mood without needing to ask.

He then pulled away.

He looked at you for a few moments, his brow furrowed in thought, before a spark of realization seemed to hit him. “How about I make it up to you?” he suggested softly, his thumb brushing your cheek before he leaned in to give you a gentle peck on the lips. “I’ll set up a warm bath for you to relax in, and I’ll fix something up for you… how’s that sound, hm?”

You felt the tension in your chest start to loosen, just hearing the thoughtfulness in his voice. He smiled at you, eyes full of love, as if he already knew exactly what you needed—something soothing, something simple, something you.

Without waiting for a response, he kissed your forehead, then turned toward the bathroom. You watched him go, already feeling lighter just from the way he handled things. It was as if he could read your mind, and somehow, that made everything better.

A few moments later, you could hear the sound of the bathroom faucet running, the warm steam filling the air. He came back to you with an armful of your softest, coziest clothes—your favourite oversized hoodie (which was 100% his), and those worn-in sweatpants you loved. “Put these on when you’re done,” he said, his voice tender. You didn’t realize how much you needed it, but just the thought of sinking into the softness of those clothes made you feel a little more human again.

You made your way to the bathroom, the scent of bath salts floating into the hallway, a quiet invitation to unwind in the warmth he’d prepared for you. The bathroom was bathed in a soft glow from the candles he had set up on the counter, flickering gently as they cast a calming light. You could already feel the heat of the water sinking into your muscles, easing the tension with each step you took toward the tub.

As you slipped into the bath, the hot water enveloping you like a hug, you closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, allowing yourself to relax for the first time all day. You could hear Joel moving around in the other room, probably gathering the last few things for his plan, but you didn’t need to worry about any of that now. This was your time.

When you stepped out of the bath, the scent of lavender lingered on your skin, leaving you wrapped in warmth. You slipped into the cozy clothes Joel had picked out, the softness a welcome relief, and made your way back to the living room.

The scene before you made your heart swell. Joel had set up your shared bed like it was a little safe haven—tons of pillows piled high, the blankets draped just perfectly, inviting you to sink in. On the nightstand, there were snacks—your favourite chips, a bowl of popcorn, and even some of that sweet dessert you’d been craving. The best part? A steaming plate of your favourite food, still warm, waiting for you. He’d thought of everything, as always.

Joel, always attentive to the little things that made you feel loved, gave you a soft smile as he stepped aside. "All set," he said, his eyes holding that quiet, steady warmth you cherished. "You deserve this. I might not know what happened today, but I’ll take care of you—always."

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his affection settle around you like the blankets. You reached out for him, pulling him in close as you both nestled into the cozy cocoon he’d made for you.

“You really know how to make everything better,” you murmured, your voice full of gratitude and comfort.

He chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Anything for you, love.”

You nestled deeper into the blankets, feeling the weight of the day slowly slip away as you sank into the comfort that Joel had created. The warmth of the food, the cozy clothes, the soft hum of the movie starting in the background—it all wrapped around you like a protective cocoon. You could hear Joel’s steady breathing beside you, his hand brushing against yours as he settled in, his presence grounding you in the best way.

For a moment, the world outside your little bubble didn’t exist. It was just you, Joel, and the quiet, comforting rhythm of the evening. You reached for the plate of food, savoring each bite as if it was the first real taste you’d had in hours. You couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he made you feel cared for, how he could turn a shitty day into something so… perfect.

Joel, noticing your smile, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, throwing his arm over your shoulder, his voice low and tender as he whispered, “You’re everything to me, you know that?” His words were simple, but they hit you in all the right places, like a soft sigh that echoed in your chest.

You nodded, heart full, as you snuggled closer to him. “I know,” you whispered back, “And you’re everything to me, too.”

The movie played softly in the background, the glow from the screen flickering gently, but it was the quiet moments—the ones where you felt completely at peace, completely loved—that really stayed with you. You could feel the weight of the world slowly melting away, the stress of the day fading into nothingness.

You looked up at him, feeling the weight of the day dissolve in his gaze. Your heart was full, but the words didn’t come easily—"I love you, Joel," you whispered, your voice a quiet confession. He paused, eyes softening as they locked with yours, before he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you too," he murmured, his words (and arms) wrapping around you like a promise.

For the first time all day, you finally felt at peace.

a/n: I will edit this if something doesn't sound right or make sense, but I hope you enjoyed <3

- lunar <3

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Hey, I saw one of your headcanons about Sal Fisher, could you write hcs of him meeting and befriending a kid when he was a kid and later re encoutering said friend? Gn if possible, have a nice day!

| Wc: 1.1k | Found Again |

Warnings: Mentions of childhood memories, light bit of angst, mild nostalgia, and themes of reconnecting with the past.

Pairings: Sal Fisher x GN!Childhood Best Friend Reader

Summary: A childhood friendship is rekindled years later when two old friends unexpectedly reunite.

a/n: Hey starlight, this was fun to write this character once again. As I said before I don’t know much about this character, but I did try to incorporate some stuff about him properly. Hope you enjoy it <3 (I apologise if it isn't good, I'm having a lazy day and my brain decided to clock out whilst writing it. But I hope you still enjoy.)

credits: @anitalenia & @strangergraphics for these lovely dividers, much appreciated <3

The first time you met Sal Fisher, it wasn’t in some movie-like moment. It was on a lazy afternoon, the kind where the world’s a little too quiet, and the air smells like dust and old memories. You were outside in the parking lot, sitting on the cracked concrete, your hands covered in pastel chalk as you drew monsters. Yeah, monsters. Big, messy, over-the-top creatures that didn’t even make sense, but you didn’t care. You were eight and it was just fun that you got to scribble on the concrete.

You didn’t hear him at first, but you definitely felt him standing there infront of you.

“You’re… really good at that,” a soft voice broke through your concentration. You looked up, squinting in the sunlight, and there he was. A weird kid with blue pigtails and this serious expression on his face, like he was trying to figure out if he was allowed to be here.

“Thanks,” you grinned, not even fazed. You didn’t care what he looked like or if he was shy—this was your spot and you’d let him join. “Wanna help me? I’m drawing a monster.”

He stared at you for a second, his hands clutching the notebook in his lap like it was a lifeline. You could see him thinking, deciding whether he should say yes or run away and hide, but after what felt like forever, he finally nodded. He sat down next to you, a little too far away at first, and picked up a piece of green chalk.

Neither of you said much for a while, but it wasn’t awkward. You both drew in the comfortable silence, drawing the strangest monsters together, sharing random thoughts between strokes of chalk. Sometimes, he’d glance over at you and smile, and even though he didn’t talk much, you always knew what he was thinking about.

You didn’t ask about the mask. You didn’t want to, nor feel the need to. Plus, you didn't want to push any boundary with him.

After that day, you two were inseparable. You’d meet up after school and sneak around the apartment building, exploring every nook and cranny, making up stories about the ghosts that probably lived in the walls. You made him laugh more than anyone else. He didn’t smile much, but when he did, it was like the whole world made sense. He’d tell you creepy stories about things he’d seen in his head, and you’d just sit there, fascinated, believing every word.

It felt like that would never end. But of course, it did.

Your family had to move. No warning, no nothing. Just packed up and left, and you didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to him. You left him a note, though—tucked under his door. It was a messy scrawl, the kind of thing a kid writes when they’re holding back tears, promising that you’d find him again someday.

You meant it.

12 years go by and you don’t forget him. You couldn’t... wouldn't forget about him.

You think about Sal more than you probably should, but you don’t tell anyone. It’s just this quiet ache, this little hole in your chest where the memories of chalk drawings and silly ghost stories used to live. You get older, do your own thing, but he’s always there in the back of your mind.

And then, one day, you finally spot him.

You were visiting your grandparents for the holidays, as you had finally convinced your over-demanding boss to let you have a holiday. So you decided the best place to go, to spend your holiday, is where you met your childhood friend.

Your grandparents asked you to go buy some ingredients for the feast that would be happening at their house, as your parents were soon to arrive there too.

You stroll down the street, lost in your own thoughts, the familiar rhythm of your footsteps grounding you. Then, out of the corner of your eye, a flash of blue catches your attention. It’s nothing at first—a glimpse of a black hoodie, a figure blending into the distance. But something about it makes your heart skip. You freeze, pulse quickening, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you instinctively glance back.

You take a deep breath and say his name, not even sure if he’ll hear you.

“Sal!”

He freezes. His head jerks around like he’s heard something impossible, and then—his eyes. When they meet yours, it’s like everything stops. It’s like you’ve been dropped back in time, right into the middle of those days you spent drawing monsters and telling stories that only made sense to the two of you.

“Holy crap,” he says, his voice full of disbelief. He steps forward, turning it into a jog and once he reaches you he pulls you into a tight hug. You melt into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart. For a moment, everything feels right, and you hold him back just as tightly, letting the comfort of his presence wash over you.

You pull back from the hug, pulling away from him.

“Hey,” you grin, not even trying to hide the excitement. “Long time no see.”

He stares at you for a second, blinking, and then that laugh escapes him—soft, disbelieving. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” you reply, casually like it’s nothing, even though your heart’s doing backflips. “Told you I’d find you.”

The two of you end up at a diner, because where else would you go when you’re catching up with a long-lost friend? It’s a small booth, a little too close for comfort, but it feels right. Milkshakes and fries between you, and for the first time in forever, you talk. You talk about everything—about where you’ve been, what you’ve done, the things you’ve learned. He tells you about his band, the weird experiences he’s had, how he still doodles in that old notebook.

When the check comes, you grab a spare napkin and write your number on the back.

“Here,” you say, sliding it over to him. “It's so we don’t lose eachother again.”

He looks at it for a moment, his eyes soft and a little amazed, then tucks it into his pocket like it’s a secret.

“You really came back for me. ” he says, and the smile on his face is the one you remember. You look at him, smiling slightly.

"Of course I would. I wanted to see you again.."

You invited him to your grandparents' feast, and he gladly agreed. The two of you headed to the grocery store, chatting as you picked up everything you needed. It felt like no time had passed at all, falling back into the easy flow of conversation like you hadn't left at all.

Once the grocery bags were packed and full of ingredients, you made your way to your grandparents' house together, the excitement of the reunion hanging in the air as you both headed inside to join the pre-feast.

It was a perfect, simple moment, and you couldn’t have been happier to see him again.

(will edit it if anything sounds bad/doesn't make sense).

- lunar <3

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| Wc: 2k | Home Is Wherever You Are | (No Outbreak)

Warnings: Emotional themes, mild language, fluff, relationship dynamics, and comfort. <3

Pairings: Husband!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a rough day full of unexpected challenges, you come home to find a quiet comfort waiting for you. With the weight of the world still on your shoulders, your partner knows exactly how to turn it all around, offering a kind of comfort you never knew you needed. In the midst of exhaustion and stress, it's the simple, thoughtful gestures that remind you what truly makes a place feel like home.

a/n: Hey starlights! 💕 I wrote this as a little escape for anyone who's had one of those days where it feels like everything’s going wrong. Sometimes all you really need is someone who gets you, right? A huge thank you to anyone who’s reading this, I hope it brings a little warmth to your day. If you liked it, feel free to drop a comment, like, etc. Enjoy! 🫶 <333

(I do apologize if something doesn’t sound quite right—this took me about 5 hours (and maybe a whole day to make sure it sounded okay) to fully complete! Plus, I’m only 15, after all and this is my first non-requested story, so please bear with me as I am trying to get the hang of writing more better. lmao)

credits: @enchanthings for these lovely dividers <3

You grab your work bag and step out of the car, closing the door behind you. Pressing the lock button on the key fob, you hear the car beep as it locks. You walk toward the front door of your shared home, feeling absolutely drained, like every ounce of energy has been stripped from you—as if you'd just been hit by a damn bus. All you wanted was to be curled up with your husband in your shared bed.

Today just wasn’t your day.

Your boss had called you in on your day off—because, naturally, half the office was either sick or with family for the holiday, so being the good person you are, you went in— that had left you buried under a mountain of paperwork you never signed up for.

To make matters worse, on your way in, you stopped for coffee, and, of course, they got your order completely wrong. As if the universe already knew how the day would go. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, you were walking outside your work building and on your way in… is when a bird decided it was the perfect moment to shit on you. It was the kind of morning that made you feel like the universe had it out for you, and you knew it was going to be one hell of a shitty day.

And, of course, you were right. Customers called nonstop, one after another, the chaos blurring together. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, your boss barged in, his voice sharp, yelling at you for ‘not trying hard enough.’ You could’ve… would’ve punched him. But you still needed the paycheck, after all, and the job… even if it was slowly driving you insane.

You fumble through your keys, exhaustion sinking deep into your bones as you search for the right one. After what feels like an eternity, you finally find it and push the door open, the familiar scent of your shared home wrapping around you. Stepping inside, you close the door with a heavy sigh, leaning back against it for support. You groan, the tension of the day weighing heavy on your shoulders as you drop the workbag on the floor with a thud.

From the kitchen, you hear Joel moving around and the smell of his lovely cooking fills the air, the comforting rhythm of his presence (and the smell of food) surrounding you.

You kick off your shoes, the relief instant as your feet hit the cool hardwood floor. You nudge them aside, placing them next to Joel's boots, the two of them forming a quiet, familiar mess by the door. You shrugged off your coat, letting it fall from your shoulders before hanging it up, the fabric settling softly against the hook. The quiet warmth of the house wrapped around you, and for the first time all day, you allowed yourself to breath. It was these small, comforting rituals—his boots, your coat, the space you shared—that made everything feel just a little bit more like home.

You headed towards the kitchen, each step lighter now that you were home. As you walked through the doorway, the air seemed to shift, and you were hit with a delicious aroma that instantly made your stomach rumble. The familiar scent of your favourite food filled the space, rich and savory, a warmth that made everything else fade away for a moment. It was the kind of comfort only Joel could create, and you felt your shoulders relax, the tension from the day starting to melt. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that, as always, he had managed to make everything feel a little more like home.

And then your gaze landed on him, and you couldn’t help but giggle. There he was, wearing that ridiculous apron you’d gotten him as a joke on Christmas, the one with bold pink letters that read, "Kiss the Cook". It was so out of character for him, but seeing it now, you couldn’t help but laugh. He caught your eye and gave you that small, amused grin of his, the one that made your heart flutter every time. The apron might’ve been silly, but in that moment, it made you feel happy he was wearing something you got him, even if it was a joke gift.

He walked towards you with that easy confidence of his, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips grounding you in the moment. “How was your day, love?” he asked, his voice low and soothing, as he pulled you into a big, comforting hug.

For a second, you let yourself melt into him, feeling the weight of the day’s chaos lift just from being in his arms. But then, like a wave crashing back into you, all the frustration, exhaustion, and little annoyances came rushing back—customers, work, the mess of it all. It made your chest tighten slightly, a dull ache that lingered as you leaned against him.

You didn’t want to dump all of that on him right now, not when he’d gone out of his way to make dinner and create a sense of home, but it was hard to hide the weariness in your soul.

You stay silent, absorbing the quiet warmth of him, the exhaustion from your day hanging heavy on your shoulders. With a soft sigh, you whisper, “It was… a long day.” The words feel heavy, but his presence lightens them, just a little. He held you tighter, sensing the change in your mood without needing to ask.

He then pulled away.

He looked at you for a few moments, his brow furrowed in thought, before a spark of realization seemed to hit him. “How about I make it up to you?” he suggested softly, his thumb brushing your cheek before he leaned in to give you a gentle peck on the lips. “I’ll set up a warm bath for you to relax in, and I’ll fix something up for you… how’s that sound, hm?”

You felt the tension in your chest start to loosen, just hearing the thoughtfulness in his voice. He smiled at you, eyes full of love, as if he already knew exactly what you needed—something soothing, something simple, something you.

Without waiting for a response, he kissed your forehead, then turned toward the bathroom. You watched him go, already feeling lighter just from the way he handled things. It was as if he could read your mind, and somehow, that made everything better.

A few moments later, you could hear the sound of the bathroom faucet running, the warm steam filling the air. He came back to you with an armful of your softest, coziest clothes—your favourite oversized hoodie (which was 100% his), and those worn-in sweatpants you loved. “Put these on when you’re done,” he said, his voice tender. You didn’t realize how much you needed it, but just the thought of sinking into the softness of those clothes made you feel a little more human again.

You made your way to the bathroom, the scent of bath salts floating into the hallway, a quiet invitation to unwind in the warmth he’d prepared for you. The bathroom was bathed in a soft glow from the candles he had set up on the counter, flickering gently as they cast a calming light. You could already feel the heat of the water sinking into your muscles, easing the tension with each step you took toward the tub.

As you slipped into the bath, the hot water enveloping you like a hug, you closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, allowing yourself to relax for the first time all day. You could hear Joel moving around in the other room, probably gathering the last few things for his plan, but you didn’t need to worry about any of that now. This was your time.

When you stepped out of the bath, the scent of lavender lingered on your skin, leaving you wrapped in warmth. You slipped into the cozy clothes Joel had picked out, the softness a welcome relief, and made your way back to the living room.

The scene before you made your heart swell. Joel had set up your shared bed like it was a little safe haven—tons of pillows piled high, the blankets draped just perfectly, inviting you to sink in. On the nightstand, there were snacks—your favourite chips, a bowl of popcorn, and even some of that sweet dessert you’d been craving. The best part? A steaming plate of your favourite food, still warm, waiting for you. He’d thought of everything, as always.

Joel, always attentive to the little things that made you feel loved, gave you a soft smile as he stepped aside. "All set," he said, his eyes holding that quiet, steady warmth you cherished. "You deserve this. I might not know what happened today, but I’ll take care of you—always."

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his affection settle around you like the blankets. You reached out for him, pulling him in close as you both nestled into the cozy cocoon he’d made for you.

“You really know how to make everything better,” you murmured, your voice full of gratitude and comfort.

He chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Anything for you, love.”

You nestled deeper into the blankets, feeling the weight of the day slowly slip away as you sank into the comfort that Joel had created. The warmth of the food, the cozy clothes, the soft hum of the movie starting in the background—it all wrapped around you like a protective cocoon. You could hear Joel’s steady breathing beside you, his hand brushing against yours as he settled in, his presence grounding you in the best way.

For a moment, the world outside your little bubble didn’t exist. It was just you, Joel, and the quiet, comforting rhythm of the evening. You reached for the plate of food, savoring each bite as if it was the first real taste you’d had in hours. You couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he made you feel cared for, how he could turn a shitty day into something so… perfect.

Joel, noticing your smile, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, throwing his arm over your shoulder, his voice low and tender as he whispered, “You’re everything to me, you know that?” His words were simple, but they hit you in all the right places, like a soft sigh that echoed in your chest.

You nodded, heart full, as you snuggled closer to him. “I know,” you whispered back, “And you’re everything to me, too.”

The movie played softly in the background, the glow from the screen flickering gently, but it was the quiet moments—the ones where you felt completely at peace, completely loved—that really stayed with you. You could feel the weight of the world slowly melting away, the stress of the day fading into nothingness.

You looked up at him, feeling the weight of the day dissolve in his gaze. Your heart was full, but the words didn’t come easily—"I love you, Joel," you whispered, your voice a quiet confession. He paused, eyes softening as they locked with yours, before he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you too," he murmured, his words (and arms) wrapping around you like a promise.

For the first time all day, you finally felt at peace.

a/n: I will edit this if something doesn't sound right or make sense, but I hope you enjoyed <3

- lunar <3

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Ahhh hihi!! Could u make a sal fisher x male reader fluff please? :) like, established relationship fluff where it's just full of affection(cuddling, handholding, that kinda thing) and physical touch/words of affirmation? They could be hanging out in the apartments just being cosy or sumin yk? :D It can honestly be as long as u want ill cherish the whole thing lol(sry if that's not helpful:(.) but yea just a fluffy boyfriends thing with sal and a male reader if that's ok. :) have a nice day!<3

| Wc: 1.4k+ | A Cozy Day

Warnings: No warnings, just mild fluff and swearing (if you squint).

Pairing: Sal Fisher x Male!Reader

Summary: Its a chill day and you are with your lover Sal in his apartment, just bonding and just spending some time with each other.

a/n: I do apologise that it took so long for me to write this. I was just wanting it to be perfect lolol, plus I haven't written about this character before, but it was fun 🩷. I did write this reallllllyyy long so enjoy! <3 (This is my first requests I've done, I promise the next one will be better.)

credits: @strangergraphics-archive & @dollywons for their lovely dividers <3

The room felt like it had just settled into the warmth of the afternoon sun. You can’t really remember when the quiet crept in, but it didn’t feel wrong—just right.

Like the world outside didn’t even exist. The honking, the far-off voices of people on the street, it all blurred together, easily forgotten. All that mattered was the sunlight spilling through the blinds, painting the floor with long amber streaks. It made the whole room feel like it was wrapped up in a blanket. Warm, safe, untouched by everything else.

And it was just you and Sal, like it had been for months now since you both started dating. The comfort between you both had grown into something effortless, like second nature.

It was still a bit of a change for both of you, though—Sal, first time dating a guy, and for you, it was something new, something different, in a way you hadn’t expected. But neither of you really thought about it anymore. The world outside didn’t seem to matter in these quiet moments. It was just the two of you, together, and that felt more right than anything else.

You were curled into the couch, legs tucked beneath you, your back pressed into the cushions, one arm draped over Sal’s shoulders. He was beside you, his head resting against your chest. He had always been like this—chilled, unbothered. The way he was when he was content, just being there. You didn’t need much either. Just this. Just him.

Sal’s hair was messy, strands of light blue falling over his eyes, still damp from his shower. His hoodie was worn, sleeves frayed from the number of times he’d worn it. You could feel the warmth of his body pressed up against you, the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. It was comforting, the kind of feeling that made you forget about everything else.

You didn’t even notice how much time had passed. Hours? Maybe more? The sunlight outside had shifted, but you didn’t notice. The amber glow was now turning orange, and the world outside seemed to fade into the background. The sound of the city, cars honking, voices from the street, had all became a dull hum, easy to tune out. It was just the two of you.

Your fingers brushed his arm without thinking. They moved slowly, tracing random shapes on the fabric of his hoodie. Sal was quiet, but you didn’t mind.

He was always like that—just... there. And you were fine with it. There was something calming about it, the way his body relaxed against you, like he didn’t need to be anywhere or do anything. He didn’t have to talk. You didn’t need him to. Just being close, like this, was enough.

The world outside felt like it didn’t matter. It could wait. In this little bubble, with Sal right there, it felt like you could breathe. It felt like, no matter what happened, nothing could touch you.

You hummed a quiet little melody, just a few notes stuck in your head. It wasn’t even a song, more like a soft vibration, filling the silence between you. You felt Sal shift slightly, his head turning toward you, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Your fingers traced his arm, slipping down to his hand. His fingers felt cool against yours, the skin rough, familiar. His hands were always like this. Calloused, from years of playing guitar. It was comforting. Solid. Real. You squeezed his hand lightly, just a quiet reminder that you were there. That he was there.

His other hand was resting on your leg, drawing patterns on your jeans. The motion was soothing, unhurried, like it was just second nature for him to be this close to you. His free hand was still wrapped around yours, fingers loosely interlaced, warm and steady against your skin. It felt grounding—one hand holding yours, the other casually on your thigh, a quiet reminder of how close you both were.

It makes your heart skip a beat.

He wasn’t trying to be affectionate, wasn’t making a grand gesture. But that was what made it special. These little touches. The way he’d absentmindedly trace lines on your skin, like it was just a part of being close to you. It didn’t need to be anything more.

His fingers continued their slow, soft movements on your thigh. It was soothing. He wasn’t saying anything, it wasn't necessary to.

You shifted slightly, and he automatically followed, pressing just a little closer to you, like you were magnetized.

His breath was soft against your skin, a steady exhale that made everything feel even quieter. His chest against yours, the rhythmic rise and fall, the pulse of his heartbeat under your fingers—it was like everything else had faded away. This was it.

He wasn’t tense. He wasn’t thinking about the outside world. He was just here. With you. The peace between you was complete, like nothing could shake it.

You broke the silence first, your voice barely above a whisper. It felt small, like it didn’t need to be said, but you said it anyway.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked.

Sal didn’t answer right away. It was the usual with him, the way he’d take his time.

You could almost feel the silence between you, like he was thinking it over. A few seconds passed, and then his voice, low and lazy, finally broke the quiet.

“Not a lot,” he said, almost to himself. "just happy to be here with you.." You smiled at that, and he didn’t need to say more. The way he said it—like everything that mattered was right here—made your heart ache just a little. You leaned down and kissed the top of his head, small but meaningful. He shifted slightly, like he was leaning into it, and you pulled him just a little closer.

“I like being here with you too,” you whispered. You couldn’t help it. You needed to say it. Even if everything felt perfect already.

The room stayed quiet, the hum of the refrigerator, the distant sounds from the street all melting away. Sal’s fingers traced lazy shapes on your jeans once again. His chest pressed against yours. You could feel the steady rhythm of him, the comfort in it.

After a while, you spoke again, voice so quiet it almost didn’t feel real. “I’m glad we’re doing this. I don’t know why, but... being with you makes everything feel okay, even on the bad days.”

Sal exhaled slowly, his breath warm hitting against your thigh. You felt him shift, his eyes meeting yours and his hand came to a halt on your thigh. There was softness there, and something unspoken, something you both understood.

“I get it,” he said quietly, lifting his hand up, his thumb brushing against your cheek, just as a little reminder.

"You make everything better, even when the world feels like it’s falling apart. When everything else seems like a mess, being with you makes it all feel a little easier to bear." He gazed at you, waiting to see your reaction, "damn, I feel like I'm being too cheesy" he said whilst looking away, slightly flustered.

You let out a soft laugh, the kind that came easy when you were with him. It was real, natural. You couldn’t help it. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, light, but full of meaning.

“You’re my favorite person,” you whispered against his skin. “I love you, you know that?”

Sal’s hand returned back to your thigh and tightened slightly, the motion small but grounding. He didn’t need to say much, didn’t need to make a big gesture. His fingers curled around yours, like he didn’t need to say anything at all. After a moment, his voice was barely more than a whisper, his breath soft against you.

“I love you too,” he said, so low, so real. “More than you know.”

The words didn’t need to be anything grand. Just simple. Honest. And that was all you needed. You pulled him closer, letting his warmth sink into you. His breath steady and slow, the quiet between you was complete. It felt like the world could fall apart, but as long as you had this, you were okay.

(I will edit if something doesn't sound right or make sense, etc.)

- lunar <3

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🩷Navigation Page 🩷

Hii starlights, here is my navigations' page. 🩷

Here you'll find all the important info about my writing process, requests, and what's coming up next. Please feel free to explore and let me know if you have any questions! 😊

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🩷 My Pages:

[Welcome/Introduction Page]: here [Writing Requests Page (important)]: here These pages are both very important as they tell you information about me and my writing style. (So I would very much appreciate it if you had checked those out <3)

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🩷My Hashtags:

This is where you'll find my work using these hashtags: (Once I've done some posts).

#x1un4rxwrites – For all posts related to my writing process, updates, and general writing content.

#x1un4rxstories - Used for sharing my completed stories, WIPs (Writing in progress), and story excerpts.

#x1un4rxcreations - For showcasing all my creative work beyond just stories, like concepts and brainstorming.

#x1un4rxfiction - Tags all of my fiction-based posts, including fanfiction and original works.

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🩷More Coming Soon!:

[Character Stories/Fanfics/One-shots/Drabbles/Series]:

SALLY FACE:

Sal Fisher x Male!Reader - A Cozy Day (requested)

Sal Fisher x GN!Best Friend Reader - Found Again (requested)

TLOU:

Husband!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader - Home Is Wherever You Are

More will be coming soon; they will be a range of yours' and my favourite characters. I'll be adding links to these soon to this page, so if you're looking for something written by me, it'll be here.

Thanks for reading starlights, don't forget to drink water and eat <3

- lunar <3

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🌟 My Writing Requests Info! 🌟

Heyyy! I’m so excited to start writing for you all! Before you send in your requests, though, here’s a little info on what you can expect from me. I’m still figuring this all out, so please bear with me. 😄

First things first, I’m not the fastest writer. I take my time with stories because I want them to be as good as possible, so don’t expect super quick turnarounds. I tend to write long—sometimes over 2k words—so if you’re looking for something shorter, just let me know! I’m happy to do one-shots, drabbles, or even longer series if that’s what you want. I like to make sure everything’s just right, and that takes me a little time. I’m a perfectionist (hello to all my fellow over-thinkers), so I’ll be proofreading a lot to make sure everything is perfect before I post. 😊

Another thing I may add before you read below (unless you have already, then skip):

I want people to understand my writing style, especially since many adults are surprised by how mature I write for my age.

Having been an avid reader and writer since a young age, I was exposed to a wide range of adult and teen literature by eight (I’m now 15), which shaped my writing to be more mature and emotionally complex than expected for my age.

These books taught me about perspectives, relationships, identities, and personal growth, allowing me to write with a deeper understanding of human emotion.

This early exposure also helped me develop a strong sense of narrative structure and character development, giving my stories emotional depth. As a result, I write much more maturely than most of my peers—a blessing and a curse.

I’ve tried writing like people my age, but it always felt off and difficult, so this is just how I write. (To add that my writing style is chaotic and does change sometimes, so please keep that in mind! I still am trying to get better at writing and still figuring out my style. So I might write maturely and then next not ifykwim. I'm just trying to figure it out, so please be patient with me.)

(Anyway, below this is the instructions and explaining what I do lol.)

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How to Request:

If you’re new to requesting, here’s what I need from you to make my life easier! Please give me the following info when you request:

Character(s): Who do you want in the story? Let me know their name(s) and anything you want me to know about them. I love writing for characters like Joel from The Last of Us, Deadpool, Leon from Resident Evil, etc. If you’re unsure, I can totally help you pick someone!

Scenario/Setting: Where’s the scene happening? What’s going on? Is it a quiet moment, or are we in the middle of an action-packed scene? I need the vibe!

Tone/Feel: Do you want it cute and fluffy, dramatic, angsty, romantic? Let me know what kind of mood you’re going for. The more details, the better!

Length: Like I said, I tend to write long, but if you want something shorter (like a quick one-shot or drabble), just tell me! I can totally do that too.

Anything Else: Got any special scenes or moments you want included? Maybe the reader has a special ability, or you want a specific line of dialogue? Feel free to share! Just keep in mind that I’ll be writing it in my own style, so don’t go overboard with giving too many details—I still want to add my own twist!

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Where do you Request?

Just head to the “reqs + qs” button on my page and follow the instructions! I’m excited to start writing for you all, but please be patient with me. I can’t promise super-fast turnarounds, but I promise I’ll put my heart into every story. 💖

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Things to Keep in Mind:

I’m a minor (15), so please respect my boundaries. I won’t be writing any NSFW or inappropriate content. Romance is fine, but no smut. All my work will be safe-for-work and age-appropriate!

Also, I won’t be writing anything heavy or triggering like abuse, incest, or non-con. If there’s anything intense or potentially triggering (violence, etc.), I’ll make sure to put a warning at the beginning, so you know what to expect.

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What I Love to Write About:

Slow-burn relationships (😌)

Fluff (because who doesn’t love cute moments?)

Angst (but not too heavy, promise!)

Enemies to lovers (yes, please!)

Comfort and healing (emotional moments are everything)

Action scenes (especially in COD, RDR2, etc.)

Reader-inserts (mostly fem!reader, but I’m open to other options)

Romance (again, no smut, but I love sweet, slow-building moments)

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A Few Things About My Writing Process:

Patience: it is key! I won’t rush through it, and I’ll take my time to make sure the story is what you wanted.

I’ll write the story my way. I might add my own twist or details, but I’ll still stay true to your request.

Proofreading: it is a must! I’m a perfectionist, so it might take a little longer, but I want to make sure everything is perfect before I share it.

Warnings: If there’s anything intense or heavy in the story (like angst or violence), I’ll put a warning at the beginning, so you’re not caught off guard!

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Example Requests:

Here’s a simple way to request:

“Can you write a one-shot with Joel from The Last of Us, where he and the reader share a quiet moment after a tough mission, bonding over shared experiences? Slow-burn, fluff, around (random number)+ words?”

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Thanks for reading through all of this! I’m so excited to start writing for you guys. Please be patient as I figure things out, and have fun with your requests! Don’t forget to drink water and eat! 💕

(And don’t mind my obsession with using Joel as an example. 😅)

a/n: If you’re confused about anything, comment about it. I'll gladly explain it better. Plus, I might edit this, if something needs to be changed.

- lunar <3

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♡ Welcome to my Writerblr! ♡

Hey, starlights! 🌙✨

I’m Lunar, and welcome to my little creative space! 💖 Here, you’ll find mostly fanfiction (lots of reader-inserts, fluff, angst, romance, slow burn, hurt/comfort, etc.), some original stories, and maybe a little bit of art every now and then. It’s all about my favorite games, movies, and characters! I’m super excited to share my work with you all, and I hope you enjoy it! 💫

About Me:

I’m 15, half Cambodian, half Australian (born in Australia), and I go by she/her pronouns. My aesthetic is a mix of Y2K, grunge, kawaii punk, and pastel goth. Some of my fav games are Red Dead Redemption 2, COD, Minecraft, Fortnite, and a bunch more! I’m a beginner writer and artist (kind of), and I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember (though I used to delete everything right after writing it—oops, lol).

What to Expect:

Most of what I post will be fanfiction—fluff, angst, romance, slow burn, hurt/comfort, all the feels. I write a lot of reader-inserts, but if you have any requests, I’m totally open to them! Occasionally, I’ll share some art, but writing is my main thing. 😊

I love writing about characters from fandoms like Marvel (Deadpool, Wolverine), RDR2, TLOU, COD, GOTG, and more! If you’ve got any characters you’d like to see, feel free to suggest them! 🎮✨

Boundaries & Notes:

I’m a minor, so please respect my privacy and boundaries. I won’t be writing or posting anything NSFW, explicit, or sexual. Everything I share will be age-appropriate, respectful, and fun! Please don’t steal or repost my work—if you share it, credit me! Thanks! 💖

DNI: If you support hate, discrimination, or harassment in any form.

DI: If you love fanfiction, art, gaming, or fandoms like Deadpool, GOTG, TLOU. Let’s keep things nice and respectful out here <3

Another Note:

I will talk about my writing style in my 'Writing Requests Page' so everyone can understand me and how I write 🥰 I would recommend you go read it so you know how to request stuff for me :P (please don't be shy to).

Thanks so much for visiting my page! I’m still getting the hang of everything, so bear with me while I find my groove. Your support would mean the world to me—whether you’re reading, liking, or following. Don’t forget to stay hydrated, take care of yourself, and always make time for the things you love! 🌙✨

- lunar <3