jojolyne (rock_lee)
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Spring has arrived, and with it, so does John. Back from his 'work,' he slots himself back into your life like he has for years - simply and softly, the same dance of affection between the two of you.
Only this time, the melting snow has brought forth more than either of you expected.
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werebear au. no use of y/n
trigger warnings will be provided at the beginning of every chapter.
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Silence had no home with you. It had long been retired to days past. At night, when it was supposed to be quiet, the sound of Johnny’s low snores were a steady rhythm that lulled you to sleep. Nights without him were never noiseless either. The hum of traffic outside the apartment window, or the symphony of nightly creatures living in the dark prevailed.
Quiet. Noiseless. Deafeningly still.
They had no home with you. They never would.
Yet, the phone fell from your hands as the buzzing silence took over your thoughts. Tunnel vision as you felt static in your ears. You knew that Mrs. MacTavish was bawling on the line, blubbering and wailing her sorrows to the heavens, but you heard nothing - just pure silence.
Oppressive. Heavy. Suffocating.
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a short fic where johnny writes to you while you mourn his death. no use of y/n
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There was no noise that you could hear through the door. No gurgle of the dead who expelled air that they no longer needed. No sound of someone rummaging through the racks of tools. No skittering of some trapped animal.
With your gun raised with only a slight tremor in your hand, you grasped the handle. With a controlled breath, you opened it slow and steady. Light streamed in from the windows. The dust in the air floated in the sunny beam. The tools went untouched. Your trigger remained unpulled.
There on the floor of your shed laid a man.
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Zombie Apocalypse AU . no use of y/n
trigger warnings will be provided at the beginning of every chapter.
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You had means to contact him - a single phone number in a shitty brick of a mobile phone. ‘Emergencies,’ he said when he pressed it into your open palm. He was paranoid and kept everything encrypted. It spoke volumes in the fact that he gave you a path to him when he wasn’t at your side.
Was this an emergency? You didn’t know. Maybe? It was important. Something that could change the entire direction of this strange relationship and alter the future. It was two weeks after the doctor's visit that you sent a text. Straight to the point, no bullshit or sugar coating it.
‘I’m pregnant. Please come back alive. Need to talk to you.’
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a short fic where you find yourself pregnant with simon's child. no use of y/n