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An adorable little creature walks into a cantina…

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“Seen my dad, have you?”

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The Child protecting his Dad requested by anon

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THE MANDALORIAN as a horror/thriller 🔪  [layout]

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The Mandalorian | 2.01 “Chapter 9: The Marshal” 

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#mando: now wait a damn minute

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nothing but respect for MY star wars trio

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How ya doin’, bud? Golden.

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Ironhead & Benny + Ironhead’s big bro energy [1/?]. 

Triple Frontier (2019) dir. J.C. Chandor. 

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Great trip, boys. It’s turned out to be some full-on cowboy shit. Garrett Hedlund as Ben Miller in Triple Frontier (2019) dir. J.C. Chandor

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Garrett Hedlund as Ben Miller in Triple Frontier (2019)

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Excuse me while I melt into a puddle on the floor.

“The boys go quiet when he drops the question. So quiet, in fact, you wonder if you mistook the invitation for a marriage proposal. Suddenly extremely interested in their respective drinks, they sneak glances in your direction in the moments following. Ben’s eyes, clear and bright and… have they always been that blue? They root you to the spot, pinning you without him needing to lift a finger.”

I say again: excuse me while I MELT.

(Local Soft Boi Can’t Stop Putting His Heart Out There, More At Eleven)

“The fight isn’t for another three weeks, but Will practically has to drag Ben out of the bar by the collar whilst claiming that prep starts now.”

I love how Will is the one freaking out here? Dude, u good?

“Long story short: he invited one of his previous flings to a fight, she left before the match ended with nothing more than a text letting him know that she didn’t think it would work, and they never heard from her again.”

Hey, uh, who is this chick, what’s her address? I just wanna talk.

“Frankie lifts his glass in a toast. “I knew you were a fast learner.””

Their protectiveness!! *grabs u & shakes ur shoulders*

“Ben’s face falls, and his fork clatters to the table. “Shit,” he scrambles to pull his phone from his pocket. “Shit.” He unlocks it, hits a few buttons, then slides it back into his jeans.”

This is the cutest image. What a doofus.

““He needs to get into work mode,” Will fills the silence as Ben shovels a heap of quinoa and chicken into his mouth and makes a show of gagging on it.”

If you wanted one sentence that sums up both their relationship and who they are as people, look no further.

“You see it then. In his eyes, he’s focused and somewhere that isn’t quite here. You look at the hard lines around his mouth and suddenly wish you could take your thumb and run it across his lower lip, card your fingers through the unruly hair he dutifully keeps under the protection of his hat. One look at his face, and you know his mind has wandered somewhere similar.”

FNNGH. That’s about as coherent as I can be about that.

And then:

“You feel his eyes burning into your back long after the door shuts behind you.”

oKAY. FINE.

I GUESS.

“His eyes find you in the crowd, and he winks.

If it was socially acceptable to swoon, you might have.”

He’s such a noodle (affectionate)

““Let’s go.” His voice is different in the aftermath of the fight. You can see the adrenaline still pumping in the way his eyes lock on you.

You find your way to his body, and let him guide you outside. His hand sneaks around your waist and under your shirt, his fingers digging into the skin above your hipbone. He guides your steps with a fierceness, and as soon as you make it back to his car, his hand wanders lower, lower.

He tosses his bag into his car, refusing to let you go. Another swift motion has you pinned between the heat of his body and the side of the car.

He’s in front of you, caging you in, his fingers lingering at the waistband of your leggings, his shirt damp from the shower he just took, hair dangling over his forehead. You clamp your hands down on his biceps, digging your fingers into skin and muscle and him.

You barely have time to register it all before his lips crash into yours, and the empire of your longing comes crashing down.

Yes, you could stand to be with this for a little longer.”

That part. Just. All of it. Uh huh.

One, Two Punch

Pairing: Ben Miller x Reader, kinda. Flirtationship more than a relationship Rating: Somewhere between T and M? Summary: After knowing Ben for barely two months, you’re invited to attend one of his fights. Length: ~2k words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, vague descriptions of legally sanctioned violence, vague mentions of masturbation. Taglist:  @firefeatherx @goldenhour-goldenboy @mandoplease @mylifeliterally @phoenixhalliwell @havenforafrazzledmind @living-reminder @beatriz-silva-00 @pascalz @worldominatorx @givemethatgold @agirllovespancakes @lilacyennefer @dignityneeded @veuliee @briskywalker @the-bird-suit @mapache-lector @skylyknightly (let me know if you want to be +/-) Note: For the anon from yesterday. If you see this, I love you and if you want me to keep posting old fics, please let me know.

The day you’re invited to watch one of Ben Miller’s fights, it feels like a rite of passage.

The boys go quiet when he drops the question. So quiet, in fact, you wonder if you mistook the invitation for a marriage proposal. Suddenly extremely interested in their respective drinks, they sneak glances in your direction in the moments following. Ben’s eyes, clear and bright and… have they always been that blue? They root you to the spot, pinning you without him needing to lift a finger.

“Sure,” you say, shrugging off the odd looks and your own uncertainty. “Sounds fun.”

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Full disclosure, I never really got into Hunger Games. I missed the YA dystopia train altogether because so often, when handled poorly, the plot collapses under the weight of its own simplicity and just boils down to “Unresolved Trauma For Everyone!” 🥳

That is to say, I have no idea which parts of this are canon-compliant and which are yours. Any nifty worldbuilding you may have done goes directly over my head.

But.

"Home hasn’t felt like home since Will left.

It’s been nothing more than a house since the day of the reaping, almost a month ago. A collection of walls with a roof—the same as any other building. The place where he grew up. A place to rest his head and feed himself between training sessions. It won’t be home until Will comes back."

KNOCK ME RIGHT TF OUT WITH THE FIRST LINE, WHY DON'T YOU.

"The Capitol, they say, are charmed by him already. The idea of two brothers bearing the title of Victor is the kind of narrative they’re keen to fall for. So Ben plasters that smile on and lets himself become a part of the show."

You've succinctly contrasted TF!Ben (for whom fighting is something he enjoys, embraces; his vocation) and HG!Ben (who's dreading it, like everyone else) here...

"He wants to be like Will one day, he thinks."

...Then flipped him right back. Ouch.

"He kept count of many things in the arena. The minutes that turned into hours that turned into days away from home… away from Ben. The number of breaths he still counted himself lucky to take. But most poignant of all was those faces. Each one, their faces as they died, had been etched into his memory. Every time he blinks, he sees them."

I mean the OCD/PTSD writes itself. I want to hug them both, my poor boyyys.

Oh! Also:

"Will looks to the side, his eyes finding the camera as if he’s known precisely where it was the entire time."

Terrifying.

The whole chapter is very, very, very tense 😰 I love that you wrote Will with a sword, and the action sequences are easy to follow! I'm sorry I don't have more to say but as someone with the barest knowledge of the universe you've set this in, I'll tell you it can certainly be read on its own with little to no confusion.

On to the next part!

Fury, Oh Fury - Part One

Triple Frontier | Hunger Games AU

Me: Hey what if I started working on Fury again? Y’all: Me: Hey if I started working on Fury again would you read it? Y’all: Me: Okay okay you’ve forced my hand I guess I gotta start working on Fury again

Rating || Mature (for graphic descriptions of violence/gore and strong language) Characters || Ben Miller. William Miller. A good chunk of this fic will be heavily focused on the Miller brothers, because I’m most comfortable writing them and I feel like I know them the best. Rest assured, Pope and Catfish will be making appearances ~eventually~ Word Count || 4.2k Taglist || (Starting out tagging some mutuals and people I remember from the previous taglist)  @firefeatherx​ @mylifeliterally​ @mandoplease​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @skylyknightly​ @havenforafrazzledmind​ @beatriz-silva-00​ @veuliee​ @veuliee2​ @oldstuffnewstuff​ @dindisneydjarin​ @lilacyennefer​ @dignityneeded​ @agirllovespancakes​​ @xjustmenobodyelse​​ @oscarflysaac @jaime1110​​ @goldenhour-goldenboy​​ @pascalz​​ @briskywalker​​ @herestherealproblem​​ @givemethatgold​​

Author’s Note || For anyone who might be new here, @veuliee​ sent me a concept that I kinda uh, tripped over my own feet and plunged face first into and that’s the story of how I started writing a Hunger Games AU for Triple Frontier. Things got unbelievably crazy once I started work, and I’ve had some pretty unhealthy work/home boundaries with being virtual. I’m trying to establish some healthier limits and make more time for my writing, and this seemed like a good enough starting point. That and the outlines for the rest of this fic are still staring at me and demanding to be written.

So, here goes.

Home hasn’t felt like home since Will left.

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Why do things happen so much?!

Secret militaristic institutions created both to subvert and sustain the government's propaganda (whilst ensuring future survivors nearly as an afterthought to reputation) is a truly tragic (and, obviously, familiar) prospect. But I appreciate the explanation of their District's methods. It makes sense, in its bleak, twisted way.

"Ben keeps silent, his face blank and indifferent, his eyes straight ahead. He’s not looking at Alistair. He’s looking through him. Who knew tuning out Will’s lectures about training would prepare him so well for taking his trainer’s abuse?"

There he is, hehehe.

"“You’re stuck in the moment,” Will advises, flipping the sword around and pressing the tip into the ground between and slightly in front of his feet. He leans into it, the wood barely creaking against his weight. “You gotta anticipate, Benny.”"

This is gonna come back to haunt us all, isn't it.

Ben’s friend is a bit psycho, lmao. I don’t trust him. I do appreciate the impulse to smack one Benjamin Miller on the butt, tho. I mean, what?

I don't have any more quotes except for "His heart throws itself around his ribcage, his throat tight." because same, bruh. Welcome to Anxiety Ville, Population: Me.

Really, I feel like this could be a side story to the actual books. Same mentalities present, same hopeless atmosphere. I more or less know what’s coming next but am bracing for impact nonetheless!

Fury, Oh Fury - Part 2

Rating || M (Strong language) Characters || Ben Miller, William Miller. Word Count || 5.1k Taglist || (Starting out tagging some mutuals and people I remember from the previous taglist)  @firefeatherx​ @mylifeliterally​ @mandoplease​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @skylyknightly​ @havenforafrazzledmind​ @beatriz-silva-00​ @veuliee​ @veuliee2​ @oldstuffnewstuff​ @dindisneydjarin​ @lilacyennefer​ @dignityneeded​ @agirllovespancakes​​ @xjustmenobodyelse​​ @oscarflysaac @jaime1110​​ @goldenhour-goldenboy​​ @pascalz​​ @briskywalker​​ @herestherealproblem​​ @givemethatgold​​

Author’s Note || No matter how hard I try to keep this project on a backburner, it keeps kicking and screaming to be told. I had most of part 3 written before I put this fic on hiatus, and I’m hoping to have it written before the end of the year. I just need to get through this week and then schools have two weeks off for the holidays. I’m hoping to carve out some time for writing, then.

District Two’s training academy hides behind the façade of a retired school house.

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I’m hiding behind my fingers, is Ben safe yet? Can I look now?

A+ repetition of the “honour, duty, victory” motto from earlier. Very gut punch, much heartbreak.

I’m so sad for him that his hesitation wasn’t even “don’t want to” but just “not yet” like that’s how far he’s in it. Ugggghhhh 😭

“But it was conditional. They said if your name was called, no one was to step in for you. They… they wanted you to go if you were reaped.”

Ah, brutality, thy name is politics.

“The door pops open and a voice calls from outside—right, the world exists out there—to warn Ramsey that his time is nearly up.”

This line speaks to me. The disconnect already formed between ordinary life, continuing; and the Games, more of a beginning to an end.

[insert obligatory “fucking Tom” interjection here]

“Ben’s eyes aren’t on them, though. They’re on the city, the buildings impossibly tall and glittering in the bright summer sun. Nothing like the industrial, militaristic feel of District Two. He’s never seen a place so elegant, so beautiful. Each building a work of art, each person a canvas upon which they’ve made their own masterpieces.”

Wide-eyed precious i d i o t that he is oh honey no it’s all a lieee 🥺

Now I don’t know what your plan for this story is—or if you’re even going to continue writing it—so I guess I’ll throw my two cents in and tell you where my brain picked up after this chapter ended: I had wondered if the games weren’t going to be the sole focus, and we’d see the brothers later drafted into [whatever military-equivalent exists here, sorry, I know nothing] because it would look good to have them in their ranks, right. And they figure this is the only thing they’re good at now, or there’s some politicking/blackmail going on behind the scenes.

I’m just imagining perhaps Will gets strong-armed into giving recruitment speeches and Benny decides he's not gonna let him get pulled in to their clutches alone? I also think it would have been neat to jump back and forth between showing Ben’s time in the Games and how he applies those skills in ‘the service’. Maybe the TF boys comprise a similar unit—of all former victors? Best of the best killers, something along those lines.

If not, and you intended for the whole thing to be an instance of the Games, it would still call for a massive amount of introspection on Ben’s part and I would(’ve) absolutely read the heck out of it! It’s a fine line balancing existing characterization while transplanting them into an entirely different universe, but you’ve handled it deftly so far—I can see their personalities despite the differing circumstances.

Fury, Oh Fury - Part 3

Part One || Part Two

Rating || T (no real warnings - some language but that’s about it) Word Count || 4.6k Characters || Ben Miller, William Miller Author’s Note || I have no excuse for this except for who I am as a person

Taglist || @firefeatherx @mandoplease @phoenixhalliwell @skylyknightly @havenforafrazzledmind @beatriz-silva-00 @veuliee @oldstuffnewstuff @martellthemandalor @lilacyennefer @dignityneeded @agirllovespancakes @xjustmenobodyelse @jaime1110 @goldenhour-goldenboy @pascal-isaac @briskywalker @givemethatgold @davairys​ @kesskirata​ (let me know if you want to be +/-)

Silence screams.

Around him, he can hear shuffling footsteps, murmuring voices, Terra Evervale’s whisper-soft breathing through the microphone.

But inside Ben’s head it’s nothing but pounding, roaring silence.

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benny miller nsfw headcanons

pairing: benny miller x f!reader

wordcount: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ (minors, don’t interact!), oral (m and f receiving), explicit and implied sexual situations, quite fluffy bc why not

a/n: Benny deserves more love ❤️‍🩹 nsfw alphabet template courtesy of @fairy-tail-babes ❣️

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