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she/her. writer. current obsession: the last of us. 18+. this is a laufey stan account

[staticwritesnever]

I haven't been posting much, but I've been writing this whole time in the background. This is a 'The Last of Us' AU/Joel Miller fanfic that has been my baby since I first watched the show in 2023. It's not complete, but I have a lot of chapters that I've written already and am continuing to work on. As of right now, my goal is to finish S1/Part I by December.

It's a Joel Miller fanfic with a female OC, found family, (hopefully satisfying) slow-burn romance, mostly based on the show but with some fun references from the game that didn't make it into the show (a.k.a molotov cocktails).

Safe & Sound (9639 words) by Static10 Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Last of Us (TV), The Last of Us (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ellie & Joel (The Last of Us), Joel (The Last of Us)/Original Female Character(s), Joel & Tommy (The Last of Us), joel - Relationship Characters: Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie (The Last of Us), Marlene (The Last of Us), Tess (The Last of Us), Tommy (The Last of Us), Maria (The Last of Us), Sam (The Last of Us), Henry (The Last of Us), Bill (The Last of Us), Frank (The Last of Us) Additional Tags: Ellie Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Feelings Realization, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Found Family, Post-Apocalypse, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Minor Injuries, Serious Injuries, Death, Crying, i swear to god this is the closest thing i have to a coping mechanism, girl dinner, Blood and Injury, Infected (The Last Of Us), i miss them so much, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), you are bad at feelings Summary:

"you'll be alright. no one can hurt you now." ~

survival is one thing. staying alive is one thing. but living is something completely different. and for the longest time, there's been little (if any) reason to stay alive all these years since the outbreak. but what happens when getting fucked over by a business deal turns into an unexpected journey and then... more?

~ "come morning light, you and i'll be safe and sound"

[cavillscurls]

the way he was | joel miller

joel miller x reader

summary: a recollection of joel miller and the man he was for you.

warnings/tags: jackson era. heavy angst. fluff. brief allusions to sexual scenarios. death. depictions of grief, nightmares, depression, and anxiety. very minimal dialogue.

word count: 1.5k

He was a shadow, lurking in corners and near open doors for the opportunity of easy escape.

A juxtaposition to the foul-mouthed girl that followed him, much like a shadow, in a way that was nearly comical. For a man as domineering as he was, he always appeared as though he would rather vanish into thin air than take up any more space. That was how you knew him, at first. A figment of a man with terror in his sunken, tired eyes, and an invisible cloud of anguish that hung heavy above him.

He was helpful.

While the transition into Jackson was one of difficulty, he found his niche in creating things, building things. When he wasn’t on patrol, he was fixing the steps outside of the schoolhouse or putting together a ramp outside of the church for those residents who weren’t comfortable taking the stairs. His silent selflessness did not go unnoticed, but you had always gotten the impression he deserved more credit than he received.

He was shy.

You remembered so clearly the blush that painted his skin the first time you properly met him. You were in a rush, not quite paying attention as you scurried outside of the market, and crashed right into his chest. You apologized profusely, babbling away information about your chaotic day that he hadn’t even asked for. But he was patient nonetheless, listening and assuring you it was no trouble.

“You’re Joel Miller,” you had blurted out, not quite ready for the interaction to end.

It was the first time you saw him smile, and very quickly, you discovered you wanted to see it over and over again.

He knew your name, too. A fact that made your heart swell another size in your chest. He walked you home, taking a leisurely pace as if to stay near you a while longer. Before you knew it, you were discussing weekend plans. You had to be the one to voice the idea of drinks, but you didn’t mind. The way his eyes lit up at the prospect was worth every ounce of anxiety you had in suggesting it.

He was funny. Witty.

Spoke seldom, but always with intent. You spent hours together that Saturday night in the back corner booth of the Tipsy Bison. You recall the way your cheeks burned from how often you were smiling, forgetting, even just for a little while, the disastrous state of the world.

He was tender.

The first time he kissed you, he treated you like porcelain. Cradling your face delicately between broad palms, and grazing gentle thumbs over the apples of your cheeks.

“This alright?” he had murmured, and while you didn’t have the breath to speak, you nodded ferociously. Keeping your eyes locked on him as he made his dissent towards your awaiting lips, searing his against them. It was slow, deep. He didn’t rush, savoring every bit of you as you did the taste of him.

He was chivalrous.

A true Southern gentleman. He held every door for you. He insisted on always carrying your bags from supplies runs, or walking you home from your post once evening fell. He wasn’t bothered by the fact that you lived clear across town.

“You stay put, I’m comin’ to you,” he would insist when you offered to meet up at the towns’ center for a change opposed to making him hike over towards you.

His touch always lingered. A guiding hand on your lower back. Threading his fingers between yours. Brushing strands of hair from your eyes. Intentional and focused when he spent time with you. He considered you in everything he did; never an after thought, always at the forefront of his mind.

He was paternal.

In the kind of way that made you proud to know him, have him by your side. There was nothing more important in the world to him than looking out for that girl. Even when she didn’t want him to nor need him to. Even when the resentment of the man he had been and the choices he made strained their relationship. And when you discovered his truth, one tragic and from a lifetime before the world as you knew it, the incessant passion to protect and serve those around him became clearer. He was, first and foremost, a father. A title that, despite his losses then and now, could not be stripped of him.

He was haunted.

The nightmares came frequently, ruthless in their pursuit of his peace. He attempted with great difficulty to shield you from them, hardly sleeping or abandoning the bed altogether. But as time trudged on, the walls came down in its wake, and you saw torment in realness and raw flesh.

It never frightened you; the panic, the shaking, the screams. You promised him as such, that all you wished would come out of his vulnerability with you was to understand him. Console him. Help him in any way possible. Remind him that you loved him, all of him. Broken and bent. Imperfect and flawed. That you wanted to help alleviate the weight of his baggage, knowing well he would do the same in return. That he was not the same man. That he could grow, change, better himself. Living proof of the sentiment alone in the way he treated you, the way he worked so diligently to earn his daughter’s trust again, the way he gave himself and his time to the community. No complaints. No ulterior motives. But because he was good. Deserving of serenity and forgiveness.

He worried about you. Often.

You got the idea that he believed it was bothersome, how often he checked in on you or inquired about your comfort or safety.

Bothersome could not have been further from the truth.

You loved it, cherished it. The idea of someone worrying about you, looking out for you, seemingly a lost cause to the deterioration of the world. Taking care of things was something of a forte for him, and despite your great independence, you didn’t mind relinquishing part of it to him. You trusted him. A rarity. And you got the impression allowing him to worry, to mull over every detail of your safety, and to work diligently at reassuring him made him feel just as trusting of you.

He was gentle.

Especially in the way he made love to you. He took his time with you; a long-lost intimacy reborn at the hands of patience and careful consideration. You thought, even with past experiences under your belt, that you had never known a man — his touch, his body, his passion — the way you knew Joel Miller’s.

Seldom were there any theatrics, and you found the simplicity in your private moments remedying. The antidote to your suffering, to believing that a universe in which you deserved love, and patience, and worship no longer existed. His praise alone like salve over scars.

“So beautiful, every damn inch of ya.”

“Make me feel so good, darlin’. Only you.”

“Can’t believe you’re mine.”

He was yours.

And you were his. In every way tangible and otherworldly. The whole of Jackson knew it, something that rendered you prideful in a way that probably shouldn’t have, but you just couldn’t help it.

Joel’s girl.

He was hopeful.

Hopeful of the life he could build with you.

Hopeful that, in time, the once wide-eyed girl he took under his wing — similarly haunted, the glow of her eyes dimming to a flicker over time — would come around. In her own way, on her own terms.

Hopeful that he could heal, that he could spend the rest of his days doing right by those he loved and aiding those who relied on him. You had no doubt he could be successful.

And yet, you couldn’t have been more mistaken.

Foolish.

Naive.

Because before before hope could manifest into reality, he was gone.

And you still couldn’t visit his gravestone. Couldn’t face his brother no matter how many times he asked for you, petrified that the familiar sight of warm eyes would inflict a pain too monumental to endure. Couldn’t wash the clothes of his left behind that you were practically living in, no matter how filthy they may have been, afraid that once you lost the scent of him, your memories would fade too.

You couldn’t even think about her; you tried, and failed, to muster up the decency to see her. To check in on her, be there for her. Knowing that their connection, regardless of how faulty in the end, was one no one else could even begin to understand the weight of.

Couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t breathe.

He was a memory.

One you could not erase from the confines of your mind. He stuck to you, night and day, a potent reminder of what was to be and what could have been. Plans unspoken and life unlived, a string of wishful thinking cut short by the likes of revenge. The world no longer turned; frozen stuck, dull and unmoving towards any sort of future.

He was your future.

He was your hope.

He was your world.

He was Joel. Irreplaceable. Unforgettable. Your very own silver lining.

And you couldn’t stop the anguish, the anger. How your skin crawled in disbelief over how unfair it was.

He was a wound.

Firmly etched into your heart and soul without the chance of healing.

A weight to bear with burden for the rest of time.

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[staticwritesnever]

ate.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

joel miller is the guy who makes you slow down. life with him is syrupy slow. he makes your love a slow burn, savoring every moment.

[staticwritesnever]

oh my god.

[veshiro]

Million Dollar Man - Rui Kamishiro

x fem!reader

-> in which you find yourself saved by Rui pretending to be your boyfriend...

notes: yes, there will be a part two ;)

It started off with innocent glances that you could only pass off as observing. It hadn’t bothered you that someone seemed to occupy their eyes on you as it felt harmless. A man across the room was swirling his glass around in his hand, watching as the liquid topples around the sides, while having his gaze linger on you.

Tsukasa had invited the troupe to his after-party with his acting class to celebrate a great show, and naturally, you got to come along. At this point it felt as if you were an honorary member, occasionally helping to polish off scripts and brainstorm plots with their director, but you weren’t much of an actor yourself. The troupe mingles amongst themselves until Rui branches off first, choosing to make conversation with one of the professionals to gain some insight into his own skills. Nene clings to your side knowing you aren’t the type to butt into a conversation like the others. You accept a beverage generously offered by the class and are pleased to find it’s tart cherry sparkling water. 

“If Tsukasa wasn’t having the time of his life with his classmates I think I would go congratulate him,” You speak to Nene first, breaking the slightly awkward silence between the two of you. 

“He’ll come around eventually,” She replies, “he can never get too much attention.”

You laugh lightly and drink more of the water, the aftertaste leaving you thirsty from the tartness. It felt wrong to be standing silent in the middle of the room, or maybe it was the social anxiety creeping up to make you question yourself.

“Should we introduce ourselves around? Join one of the others?” 

Emu seemed to be having the time of her life. The girl was laughing with the actor who starred as Wendy and appeared to be doing fine on her own. Rui looked intrigued by his conversation with an older, wise-looking man. No doubt he was gaining critical information he could use for the next performance. 

“I’m going to head to the restrooms,” Nene announces and points down the hallway. 

“I’ll wait.”

She seemed pleased by your words and offered a small smile and nod before departing. Staying true to your word, you stayed put and occasionally sipped on the beverage until the glass was empty. You make a mental note to grab a refill before everyone leaves.

“What is a fine girl like you doing alone in a place like this?” 

You flinch slightly, not expecting a deep voice to be right next to your ear. Nonetheless, you keep your cool appearance and turn around, not entirely surprised to see your not-so-secret admirer from earlier. Choosing to ignore his rather sexual comments, you take a steady step back to gain some distance. 

“I’m with my friends, actually. One of them was in the play.”

“I don’t see anyone with ya. I won’t abandon ya like they did.” 

His smirk is lopsided in a dark way, a grin full of malice. Alarms immediately set off in your body, but it wasn’t like you could do much against him, and he knew that. Your eyes search and search but you’ve lost sight of Rui, and you can’t exactly turn around to quickly spot the others. 

Where is Nene? Can’t she hurry up just this once?

“I’m not interest, sorry.”

Apologizing made you feel icky inside, but it’s best to seem polite and not to provoke a man like him. 

“Oh come on. What are you, a student?”

Lie. 

“A graduate.” You say curtly.

“I don’t believe that.” 

You want to crawl into a hole and die to cleanse yourself of the ick this man gives you. He senses your unease and knows that he has the advantage.

Where did everyone go?

“Why don’t we…” He steps closer, a smell of cigarettes and alcoholic makes you almost gag, “have some fun?” 

“I’m–” You swallow.

“Ah, dearest! There you are,” A firm hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close. “I was wondering where you had run off to.” 

A flood of sweet vanilla fills your nostrils and easily combats the foul scent of the creep. The moment the scent settled you knew who it was and calmed down. 

Is this the game we’re playing? You shoot the question silently with a pointing gaze. His cheshire smile says enough.

“I was waiting for our friend,” You don’t dare say her name, just in case. “She should be on her way back anytime now.”

Rui nods in understanding and turns his attention to the creep. His gaze locks, his eyes narrow, and if looks could kill, the creep would be in the deepest pit of hell.

“Have a kick out of making my girl uncomfortable during a celebration as lively as this?”

You hate to admit it, but hearing that term of endearment stirs something inside of you. Was it adoration? Gratefulness? It couldn’t possible be anything more, now that would be troublesome, wouldn’t it?

“She’s yours? I’m sorry, didn’t know, dude.”

A look of disgust crosses your friend’s face before the creep’s words even burn into your mind.

“She isn’t just an object to lay claim to,” His grip on your waist tightens, and you don’t think he even realizes. “She’s her own person. A smart, independent, and fucking capable woman.”

Damn. If you hadn’t had any sort of feelings for Rui before, you certainly do now. No one has defended you with such passion and demand before. It felt nice. Validating. 

“You–” The creep points a finger and tries to step closer to the two of you, but Rui is quick to shut that attempt down. He pulls you slightly behind him, and by now the attention of others has been attracted. 

“I suggest you stand down,” Rui smirks and plays with a pen he had been holding to take notes in his pocket notebook. He always insisted on bringing it wherever because 'you never know when inspiration may strike'. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene now would we?”

The creep grumbles and contemplates his options. It wasn’t looking good for him, and the troupe had gathered behind you and Rui to back him away even more. He seems to decide you weren’t worth the wrath of the man protecting you and backs away, leaving the venue with a pissed off attitude. 

“You’re okay?” Rui’s persona switches around completely. His once malicious-laced words are now soft and cushion any hurt that creep may have inflicted. 

“I’m okay.”

He smiles and his hand draws back. Your waist feels oddly cold now. And just like that, everything goes back to normal.

[1donoow]

CONTENT CREATOR REC

Pt.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Ranboo

Technoblade

Tommyinnit

Quackity

Dreamxd

Wilbur soot

Sapnap

Jschlatt

@cottagecorekarl - headcannon

- them calling you during a stream

- ___(short!reader)

- ___

@mcyt-peach - getting attention from author!reader

- playing fnaf security breach with them

- late night shopping

@peacheskimi - headcannon

@mothra-mcyt - reacting to young reader getting a weirdchamp donos

- reacting to reader sleeping with a stuffed animal

- reaction to reader who loves space and stars

@chippedaxe - demon mcyt hc (demon!mcyt)

@peppermin - favorite cuddle position

@rae-writes - ___ (platonic adult!reader)

- parental smp pt.1 pt.2

@god1ngs - petnames

@dsmpxreaderstuff - affectionate reader

@smol-cherry - dsmp w/ injured s/o

@lvyu - and we're live!

@basilly - lockscreen(feral boys + wilbur)

@deceptxcon - small habits when they're around you

@the-emptied-brain-contents - how dsmp members would react to finally meeting you in person

@bozowrites - baby meets viewers pt 3

@beewastaken - internet brothers (Cc!benchtrio x younger!reader)

@dreamholic - wiping off their kisses

@satansmanger - kissing them while they're streaming

@punzobee - streamers w/ a supportive older brother

@akasuki - reacting to their s/o wearing their hoddie

@wrenqueenisboss - Chaos Is Not "Pog" (bench trio x older sibling!reader)

@kzuhasluvr - Tubbo + Tommyinnit with a skilled game developer sibling

@1sapnapsimp - walking in while their streaming/recording a video(platonic!bench trio)

@applekoshi - you are so gorgeous (cc! benchtrio)

@dsmpxreaderstuff - Reader losing/breaking their glasses

@crystalcow - oh sister of mine

@fandomlit - flirting 101

@etheriaaly - surprise, surprise

@wrenqueenisboss - bee hybrid!reader(3/4)

@beeindaclouds - C!DSMP reacting to Butterfly Hybrid! Reader

- Crew Boys with a Reader who has tics

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Ranboo

@ohlovejoy - falling asleep on them

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Technoblade

@isadora-larkspur - standing infront of them protectively

@dreamwvrld - wearing c!techno's outfit

@milqueandsugar - your tea is ready (peonix!reader)

@sunniewrites - blooming season (flower shop au!)

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Tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - touch starved

- dating tommy would include

@livelle - hc and blurbs

- headcannon (c!tommy x filipino!reader)

- the greatest protector

@mcyt-peach - troublemaker takeover(sister!reader)

- speaking of the sister(sister!reader)

@for-memories-sacrifice - big man best brother(sister!reader)

- Being Tommy’s Sibling

@tapesfrom1980 - sisterinnit

@ze-maki-nin - Tommy dating an Artist! Reader

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Quackity

@mcyt-peach - knitting with quackity on stream

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Dreamxd

@god1ngs - headcannon (deity!reader)

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Wilbur soot

@lyssys - comparing hands with Wilbur

- wilbur revealing your relationship to people

@sabbaticalmain - streaming w/ clingy wilbur

@staticwritesalot - Dating Wilbur soot

@for-memories-sacrifice - Being Wilbur’s Sibling

- needy

@simpoot - knitted jumper

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Sapnap

@kitybur - fucking simp

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Jschlatt

@mcyt-peach - flirting with schlatt

^ - being on chuckle sandwich as schlatt's s/o

[staticwritesnever]

THANK YOU SO MUCH! so sweet of you to mention me! (I'm sorry it took me so long to respond <3 )

[bookloverturnedfangirl]

“who hurt you?” books, bro.

[staticwritesnever]

i do it to myself too,, i read sad books on purpose

[staticwritesnever]

enchanted: a series (pt. 2)

“the lingering question kept me up 2 am ‘who do you love?’ i wondered too im wide awake”

- enchanted, taylor swift

quackity imagines

warnings: swearing, use of quackitys real name

a/n: yes i should be doing work, but will i? no.

traveling is exhausting, so you and alex decided to keep the next day chill, by taking him to run some errands at one of america's most important institutions: costco.

you woke up WAY before alex did,, it makes no sense

the time difference between mexico and california is not even that bad, alex is just a sleepy bum

when he finally does wake up, you grab a quick snack/mini lunch from a mcdonald’s drive thru

“remember when you tried mcdonald’s for the first time? you were like a teenager and you swore you would never eat mcdonald’s again in your life?”

“yeah?”

“how’s that going for you?”

after scarfing down the crispy fries and the not-really-chicken chicken nuggets, you drive down to costco and while out your costco card like a badass

“you know they have costco in mexico right?”

“… no i did not.”

you have your grocery list in one hand and are pushing the cart in through the packed warehouse with alex fearfully following behind

“why is it so packed in here?”

“it’s america. everywhere is packed.”

alex actually doesn’t appreciate the random strangers poking him and pushing him around, frequently complaining about it

so, to solve it, you give him the cart

which for some reason instills this weird power in him that makes the crowds part like the Red Sea

now alex is starting to have some fun

you guys buy a shit ton of snacks (that you absolutely DO NOT need)

load up on drinks aka caprisuns

and practically fill your empty bellies with the free samples being given out

alex likes to lift his feet off the ground and let the cart roll forward whenever you guys happen to stumble upon an empty aisle

he almost crashes like every single time and every single time, you laugh your ass off

“please don’t ride the carts, it’s not safe.”

y’all literally get SCOLDED by an employee once alex bumps into a crate of snapple juices

“ALEX. THEYRE GOING TO TAKE AWAY MY COSTCO CARD BECAUSE OF YOU.”

“i mean… is that really the worst thing in the world?”

“alex you don’t understand… costco is the holy land. it is the one institution keeping this country afloat. and you haven’t even had the pizza yet.”

you wander into the books section, where you find piles and piles ranging from sappy-gross-walmart-romances-with-half-naked-people-on-the-covers to booktok sensations

as you read through the synopsis of two books, debating which one to add to your never ending TBR pile back home, alex finds the giant display of flower bouquets

he takes his time sniffing them, analyzing each color, and feeling the petals to make sure they’re real and not plastic

a lot of the bouquets had already been taken and the leftovers consisted of broken stems, some wilted petals and empty spaces where it appeared that certain flowers had been taken

there was one bouquet that stood out to alex

small but pretty; a bunch of red-tipped yellow roses that, unbeknownst to alex, symbolized friendship and falling in love something he would learn a lot about during his trip here

he picked out the bouquet as you picked out a winner from your book debate

he presented them to you

“as a thank you for introducing me to the heart of corporate america.”

“you’re so sweet, i might cry and bottle the tears to sell for profit.”

you laughed as you walked to a register to pay

“ok now, if you think this pizza is bad, then our friendship is effectively ruined and you’ll be sleeping on the street the rest of the time you’re here.”

“WHY IS THIS SLICE SO FUCKING HUGE?”

“… america…”

the two of you sat in one of the small picnic table in the designated food court area at the entrance of the costco

alex was trying the pizza

“actually it’s not bad.”

“i’ll take that as a win.”

you guys laugh and talk so much while you eat, it takes you an hour to finish a single slice

once you finish your pizza, you continue talking on your way to your car and won’t shut up to even take a breath

childhood memories, favorite songs, movies, shows, books, trauma, food

the different topics are a rollercoaster of emotions, some more difficult to discuss than others, but for some reason, with alex, even the hardest of stories is easy to tell when he’s the one listening

by the end of the night, you’re on the couch, he’s on the floor sitting on a bunch of blankets and the tv is on, but no one is paying attention

the groceries sit on the dining table, waiting for a lull in conversation to finally be unpacked

the hours tick down, but only certain fairy and cold items actually make it into the fridge by the end of the night

“so whyd your last relationship end?”

the clock read 12:17 pm and neither of you were ready to go to sleep just yet, especially with the conversation now taking a much more serious, much more interesting turn at this late hour

“honestly… i think she was cheating on me.”

“NO”

“yeah… i never found out if she was, but she started dating some other guy really soon after we had broken up”

“im so sorry alex…”

“yeah…”

a worry that had slowly settled in your head was that alex maybe wasnt as comfortable telling you certain things and you felt like you were pressuring him, and he had to give in, considering he was staying in your home

but he felt no pressure. none at all.

in fact, he was more surprised at how easy it was to tell you all this stuff. and how much he wanted to tell you, but only you. he wanted to talk to you all the time and only stop if it meant he got to listen to you speak for hours on end.

after noticing your frown, he was quick to try and turn it upside down

“b-but don’t feel sorry for me! honestly, i think i was gonna break up with her anyways.”

“how come?”

he stayed silent at first, almost embarrassed that he was having such a cheesy thought but he knew you wouldn’t laugh, so he felt comfortable telling you

“she wasn’t… ‘the one’ you know? you know if you’re meant to be with someone for a long time and for a while, i didn’t feel like that with her… maybe that’s why i thought she was cheating on me. i needed more of a reason than just ‘she’s not the one’ to break up with her.”

you listened intensely

you’d never thought you’d hear alex, of all people, get so philosophical over the concept of “the one”

it was remarkable

“so… how do you know if someone is the one? is there a way to know, like, for sure that this person is the person you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with?”

once again, he sat in silence.

he pondered.

it was funny to see alex ponder.

he glanced around the room when he did. at the ceiling. at the tv. at you.

he stopped at you.

he stared at you.

and you at him.

as you awaited his answer, you examined the little features on his face. the ones that no video camera or phone facetime could ever do justice.

he had much better skin than you thought he would.

each little freckle reminded you of a star.

the little scar on his lip from when tiger scratched him on stream was a funny reminder of what it was like having a cat.

every little detail of him made you smile.

he finally answered

“i think you just… know.”

[staticwritesnever]

god i love when people write essays for their book reviews on goodreads. it’s like reading a whole other book.

[staticwritesnever]

enchanted: a series (pt. 1)

"the playful conversations starts counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy" - enchanted, taylor swift

quackity imagines

warnings: swearing, use of quackity's real name

a/n: decided to unpublished and redo the tommy series to make it a quackity one and do it even better, because the last one was kinda meh.. hope you enjoy! (for plot: alex lives in mexico and comes to visit you in california)

after a year of talking and planning, alex finally took the time to come and visit you in california. despite having visited the state before, this would be the first time you two met irl, which is both exciting and nervewracking...

"oh god, what if he changes his mind last minute and decides not to come? or her forgets to call me? what if i forget to go pick him up? what if it's super awkward in real life and we'll be those friends that actually hang out in real life, only online? what if-"

you panic very easily and the spirals goes way WAY down

but it's ok, because you set about a million reminders to go pick up alex and thought of different conversation starters

not that you would need them... it's just good to be prepared

an hour before alex was set to land in tijuana airport, you loaded into your car and began the drive down to the border

palms sweating, breathing heavy, leg jittery; when you arrived you were a mental (and physical) mess

but that soon flew out the window when you saw the message alex had sent you a few minutes after you had parked your car

a selfie of him at baggage claim, with a huge grin under his mask

you just knew his smile was as big and bright as the sun

it helped calm you down as you got off your car and went to the arrivals entrance, where you received another message

alex in front of a very scary-looking security guard (who wasn't paying attention) and a sign that says "no cell phones allowed"

'STOP UR GONNA GET ARRESTED'

'IM A BAD BITCH THEY CANT GET ME'

its about evening time and alex had already had dinner, but you still bought soft pretzels and red bulls from the food stand in the building

you saw the not-even-close-to-6-foot-tall man walk out from those double doors, and in your excitement, rushed to him and gave him a big, welcoming bear hug, to which he responded with a one-handed hug that, honestly, was just as tight

as you walked to your car, you presented him with his pretzel but told him to save the red bull for the next day "because you'll need it"

"what plans do you have for us tomorrow?"

you smirk

"you'll see"

and leave it at that. which worries yet also intrigues alex

the conversation was easy and you realize you had literally nothing to worry about

it was nonstop talking to the car, some tired singing on the drive home, and still chattering by the time you reached your apartment

you had cleaned, swept, mopped, and washed everything you possibly could in preparation for alex's visit (and it showed- or well, smelled (amazingly))

despite having the couch prepared to become alex's bed, you still offered to let him stay in your room and you sleep in the living room

"of course not, what kind of asshole would i be if i kicked you out of your own room"

"not an asshole... you'd be like a relative coming to visit"

he stayed in the living room and after you two said your goodnights, you let out a huge sigh in your room

turns out, there was nothing to worry about and alex's visit would go on without a hitch

it's like you've known each other your whole lives

bonus: the next morning, when you wake up and step out into the living room, you find him practically dead asleep, to the point that you noticed a bit of drool slowly sliding down the side of his jaw. you took a picture... for... reasons... that are definitely not blackmail or extorsion purposes

[simpliao]

ultimately ; (irl) schaltt x reader

summary : schaltt reminisces upon a lost love

info : based off of the song with the same name by khai dreams, prepare for angst, swearing, and reader with she/her pronouns,

a/n : i'm new to tumblr, but i thought my profile was kinda bland and needed a post or something. hopefully you enjoy my attempt at an angst one-shot !

Ultimately: what would be inevitable when the story comes to its final phrase, its end. Schlatt was sure he knew what was his inevitable: marrying the girl he loved. The woman that he'd held for so many nights, cuddling with stupid ass movies serving the couple as background noise whilst the orange tabby laid close by. Just standing where it all used to happen, from when in the early morning she'd force him awake to eat breakfast, to the late evenings where the light of their electronics highlighted the pair's features. Eyes half lidded, like phantoms inhabiting his home, he could still see her figure glowing from the morning light, or bent over laughing like the idiot he loved and adored.

He had to tear his eyes away from his own home, what used to be shared between the two: their home. Her belongings long since swept off the shelves, the lack of dust showing the outlines of where her touch was present. The apartment being in a suffocating silence, a lack of her presence was painfully apparent. Jambo, as brainless as he was, could feel the change and was reduced to mopping around the entrance; waiting for his mom to come home.

But she wouldn't ever be coming back.

Running a hand through mousy, caramel coloured locks, all he could do was let a heavy sigh leave his throat; attempt to keep up his tough guy persona and not let the welling tears fall beyond the brim of his eyes. How would Jambo cope with not having the mother he'd known since adoption? Hell, how would Schlatt cope not having her to be his backbone? The central supporting beam of his whole damn life?

He didn't know, and he didn't know when, or if, he ever would.

Just seeing his little man sit in front of the door, eyes droopy like he was on the verge of sleep but continuing to fight it; not daring to blink and miss her. Dejected mewls escaped him, as if a last ditch plea for Y/n to come back home. He just couldn't take seeing him in such a state, retreating to their once shared office space. The bedroom was too much for him to enter at the minute. Waking up to her side of the bed less sunken in every morning, with her scent slowly disappearing and the cool chill nevermore holding her warmth. The lack of her items that he once chastised for how childish or cute stupid they were; he missed. He missed her and the ungodly amount of stuffed animals that all had their own names and backstories.

The lack of her made the apartment they once bitched and complained about for how small it was seem so impossibly large. The space she took up, literally and figuratively, made him realize that without her left an inconceivable void; one that he was grasping at straws to fill. Just pushing the door open to their shared office/study space made his blood run cold. The desk that rested at the other side of the room horribly bare as if she was never there.

Solemnly, he took a seat in his chair, letting himself sink into it; no clear idea of what to do next in his mind. He couldn't work, no, not when he was like this. Neither was he in the mood to cheer himself up, for the next foreseeable future it seemed as if he would be stuck.

But one day we'll be okay.

Her voice of reassurance pierced through his mind, a reminder she made sure to instil before they parted ways. It repeated and echoed off the corners of his mind, she was so sure as she spoke with those doe eyes glossy with tears. He loved those eyes. And he loved the way she'd always assure him, comfort him through his darkest hours and be the light that lead him through. The light, with its solace and warmth, would be there no matter how far down he fell from grace; or so he thought.

The universe worked in funny ways, notably how he always managed to get the short end of every stick. It was why he supposed he hated his clean shaven face. It reminded him that underneath whatever he may use to mask who he was: he would forever be that frightened teenage boy. The past was something he refused to ever dwell on, but now, possibly suffering the worst blow of his entire life? He couldn't help but feel the suffocation of bad luck. Maybe he was never destined to be truly happy, and that's why despite the both of them completing each other in all the best ways; it was the case of the right person, wrong time.

She was always dedicated to her schooling, he was anxious at the idea of commitment; their relationship didn't work for what they wanted in the minute. She was ready to settle down with him and the thought genuinely scared him. He was barely mid-twenties, he wanted to go out and have his fun but she was too busy to do that kind of thing; neither was she really into it. Her constant studying and strive to her passion made him feel second, never being her number one priority. Despite what he lets on, Schlatt is a soul that suffered from those kind of insecurities. He was too needy for her to handle, and when he let her have her space all it did was leave him feeling unwanted.

The decision to end it was mutual between both parties, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. Regardless of how badly his chest constricted and yearned, no, begged for him to call her up, he knew better. It would only make letting go harder, at least for now, it wasn't meant to be. The wandering thought of if he ever meant the same to her crossed his mind, was she hurting as much as he was?

Yet still, he was sunken in the same old chair he always had been, tears having fallen without his knowledge or consent. He was never favoured by fate, and regardless he still silently prayed to whatever force out there that they'd have a second chance when the time would be right. He'd get whatever it was he needed to out of his system, and despite how selfish, wished that she'd be single and ready when he'd be. That they could pick up where it was once left off. Where he could have his larger frame wrap around her and once again be able to call her 'mine'.

But until that time should come, if ever, he'd be condemned to be alone... Again.

Just how it's always been.

[staticwritesnever]

i want to write but i don’t know what to write lol

[theacademicromantic-deactivated]

readers are hot. writers are hot. artists are hot. musicians are hot.

[dontwantyourb-ody]

Catching feelings is bullshit. I’m just eating french fries why i gotta think about kissing you? Fuck you

[staticwritesnever]

POV: im in love with my (online) best friend pt.2

quackity imagines

warnings: swearing, use of quackitys real name

a/n: nothing :)

two best friends who are so obviously in love with each other have only talked online… until one of them moves to the same state as the other includes:

• no… moving to california would be crazy… unless you had to…

• a job or family or personal reasons maybe…

• no matter the reason,, you’re moving to california and you couldn’t be more anxious about it

• anxiety, nausea, excitement are all jumbling around in your stomach as you pick up your phone to tell your best (online) friend that you're moving to the same state he lives in

• “NO FUCKING WAY- REALLY? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME? YOU’RE NOT FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT? I’LL BE PISSED IF YOU ARE”

• “i’m not fucking with you, i’m actually moving to california”

• quackity volunteers to pick you up at the airport and even offers to pay for your hotel or let you stay at his place

• you have an apartment lined up already but you appreciate the generosity

• MOVING DAY

• you fly into LAX and anxiously await reaching baggage claim - where big q said he would meet you

• palms sweaty, heart beating super fast, you pick up your bag and scan the crowded room for him

• the room is practically spinning until BOOM

• there are those big brown eyes you’ve only seen through a screen

• they’re so much more beautiful in real life

• the room stops spinning and without a thought, you run towards him

• his smile is huge as you leap into his arms and he hugs you so freaking tightly, you can barely breathe

• he finally puts you down but you guys still jump up and down like squealing little kids

• “HOLY SHIT ITS ACTUALLY YOU”

• “AND ITS ACTUALLY YOU”

• “I KNEW YOU WEREN'T A 50 YEAR OLD MAN”

• “I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE TALLER”

• “what-“

• he’s just as short as the jokes made have claimed

• yet he still manages to be a few significant inches taller than you

• you go back to grab your bag and the whole way, you two won’t shut up

• like you guys have been friends your whole lives, you guys talk all through baggage claim, to his car, and to his apartment

• where you spend the whole evening just talking, laughing, and calling friends to prove you made it to california alive and safe

• immediately you guys plan a crazy amount of streams - cooking, birthdays, you laugh you lose, parties, raids, games, media shares, fanfiction reading, all crazy things

• eventually the clock chimes 2 am

• it’s WAY too late for you to leave and you guys are both WAY too exhausted to drive safely

• so you just decide to sleep on alex’s couch (which you argued about with alex, who was ready to give up his bed but also leave you on the kitchen floor)

• you put on pajamas and instantly knock out cold the second your head hits the pillow

• before going to bed himself, alex is a whole freaking loser simp for you

• he pulls a whole edward from twilight

• he watches as the moonlight highlights every perfect feature on your face and holds back a smile as he notices your eyelashes fluttering around as you dream

• he just can’t believe how lucky he is to finally have you by his side

[staticwritesnever]

POV: i’m in love with my (online) best friend

quackity imagines

warnings: swearing

a/n: so much love for my first post THANK YOU,, here’s some quackity content! hope u enjoy <3

two best friends who are so obviously in love with each other but are too afraid to admit it includes:

• you two being idiots; so in love and occupied trying to make sure the other person doesn’t realize how you feel that you don’t even notice they feel exactly the same

• literally,, the way you’re both so obviously into each other is so clear to everyone in the conversation BUT YOU TWO

• you’ve been teased many times by your friends in calls

• you and quackity will be teasing each other and someone makes a snide remark like “god, just make out already” and you guys shut up in embarrassment

• you and quackity would always be the first two and the last two in a discord call

• you guys have spent hours into the night watching movies, playing games, or just talking about the most random stuff

• the next day, you’re exhausted but it was worth being able to fall asleep with the last thing you heard being big q’s voice

• you both drink energy drinks… like, a lot

• he prefers monsters; you prefer redbull

• you always send each other stupid selfies with your energy drink of the day

• you have arguments about which is better

• “MONSTERS CAN LITERALLY KILL YOU— EACH MONSTER YOU DRINK TAKES OFF FIVE YEARS OF YOUR LIFE!”

• “AT LEAST ILL DIE KNOWING I DONT DRINK REDBULLS FLAVORED AFTER FUCKING DRAGONFRUIT”

• but later he send a picture of a flavored redbull identical to the one you sent

• when in a group call, you guys secretly text each other randomly during the call

• jokes, memes, and just random thoughts you have while streaming with a group of friends have been the cause of many accidental outbursts of laughter on stream

• even fans realize you’re in love

• ship edits/fanart/fanfiction always flood your social media pages

• and it doesn’t entirely bother you

• you like them… but it’s only because the creator put time and effort into it and it’s great and they’re talented and it’s a work of art.., that’s why.

• people have even gone to the lengths of analyzing clips of streams featuring you two to prove you’re secretly dating

• “this is part one of many in a series of tiktoks im calling ‘there’s no way in hell quackity and y/n aren’t dating and i’ll prove it to you’”

• during media share streams,, dino’s have a FIELD DAY sending edits and joke videos of you too

• “fuck romeo and juliet, i want what these bitches have… quackity & y/n”

• you two have streamed so many fanfiction reading sessions,, it’s not even funny anymore

• however… at the end of the day, you and quackity aren’t dating - you haven’t even met in real life - so how could you be dating?

• it’s not like you can just MOVE to california and meet him and start an epic love story… right?

part two soon?