#i was literally gardening and this came on shuffle

[angelkhi]

remodel- j.m

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: joel is tasked with remodelling your kitchen, but he seems to forget he isn't being payed for his down time.

warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), i guess it's kinda public idk it happens outside, teasing, some very cliche shit soz, mentions of boring construction stuff, mentions of alcohol (like one beer), hair pulling, spanking, brief fingering, p in v, heavy petting, age gap (reader is like 25, joel is old as fuck), pet names (pretty girl, darlin, angel), kinda mean joel in parts, praise, overstimulation, use of the words slut / whore, creampie?? kay that's it bye go touch grass.

word count: 2.6k

a little note: do contractors even fit kitchens??? idk. this has nothing to do with the fact that i'm about to have a kitchen remodel at home shush. or the fact that I just finished uni leave me alone. Once again this is some nasty shit that isn’t beta’d no one look at me. (i’m thinking of opening up requests for headcanons??? let me know what you think)

(gif credit: @kpfun <3)

The sun beats down on her skin, the fine mist from the sprinklers cooling her slightly, it was almost perfect. Another loud bang drifts through the open kitchen doors and she opens her eyes for a moment, raising her head to glance at the man currently tearing the kitchen apart.

It had been three days so far, of constant banging and drilling and deep curse words from Joel Miller. From the crack of dawn til her dad came home later in the evening,  he worked. Part of her admired his work ethic, the other part not so much just wanting a relaxing weekend whilst the weather held up.

She hears the drill stop right on cue, the clank of beers in the makeshift fridge follows, and Joel steps out into the garden. She hears his shuffling footsteps, pretending she doesn't notice him coming over, waiting until his looming figure blocks out the sun. He holds out a beer, cap already popped off. It's the same routine he'd picked up a few days ago, her outside in a bathing suit, him working until the early afternoon where he takes a break, sipping his beer from the porch and not so subtly staring at her.

Only today he lingers by her side, taking the recliner closest to her, sipping from his own drink casually. She glance over at him, the condensation dripping off of the bottle and on her stomach.

She raises an eyebrow at him, her heart beating a little faster at him being so close to her.

"Can I help you?" He chuckles and takes a hefty swig, "am I blocking your like or somethin?"

She snaps out of her impromptu stare off with him and lean back once more.

"You're fine." She take a sip of the cold beverage, continuing to watch him. "You don't usually sit over here."

"We can't all sit around perfecting our tan all day." The corner of his mouth twitches into an insufferable smirk as he watches her spare him a glance and close her eyes again.

"If someone would employ me I wouldn't have to."

There's a bite to her words that turns his smirk into a grin. He's silent for a few moments, his gaze dotting between the water glimmering under the sunlight, and her exposed skin shining just that little bit brighter.

"Your dad mentioned you'd just finished university. Second degree too. Must be real smart." His fingers trace the edge of his beer bottle and she tries not to watch the way his calloused skin caresses the bottle.

She hums in agreement, unsure of her body's reaction to his compliment. Not that he's unattractive, he's quite literally the opposite, but he'd said no more than 10 words to her the entire time he'd been there.

"You miss it?" He asks and she let out a laugh, sitting up leaning back on her forearms, looking up at him from her spot on the ground. His eyes flicker, watching the curves of her body shift as she moves, but just as quickly he's looking her in the eye again. She doesn't know what's worse.

"Fuck no. I never have to write an essay or speak to a frat boy ever again." He chuckles with her for a moment, watching as she nurses her beer and continues.

"They're just so insufferable. No manners whatsoever. Couldn't hold a door open or say thank you if their lives depended on it." She scowls thinking back to the many immature idiots she'd shared campus with. "And don't even get me started on how bad they were in bed."

She watches as his eyebrows raise a little, something sparking in his eyes.

"Is that so?" He hums, watching her closely. "Couldn't give you what you really wanted?"

Her throat suddenly feels like sandpaper and she swallows some more of her beer, trying to soothe whatever it is that her body is doing.

"How would you know what I like?" Her voice is low, almost hoarse. She watches him, the way his eyes take her in, his gaze almost predatory. He sets the bottle down, watching her as he does.

Joel leans forward, his thighs spread wide in front of him, his thumb lightly tracing her lower lip. His eyes are on her constantly, trying to gauge her reaction to his touch. She tries not to show him that the slightest touch has bought her more satisfaction than any other man ever had, but he sees it. The way her defiant gaze softens as she leans into his touch.

His hand shifts, cupping her jaw for a moment, then sliding around to the back of her head, his soft touch turning into a harsh grip. He grips her hair, holding her in place and she has nowhere to look but at him and his hulking frame and eyes growing darker with each breath.

"I think you like to be told what to do, not that you listen. I think you like being a good girl, even with your bratty little mouth." She feels his warm skin on her cheek as he leans closer and speaks, "I think you like a quick dirty fuck."

The more he talks, the hotter her skin grows, small whimpers falling from her lips when he grips her hair even tighter. He smiles, pulling back to look at her on her knees, thighs spread, tits pushed out towards him.

"I think you want my cock." He watches as her eyes gloss over, chuckling. "You want me to fuck you so good you'll feel me for days, isn't that right darlin'?"

He loosens his grip a little and she nods a little too eagerly. He smiles, and shakes his head.

"I need to hear the words, angel"

"Want- I want you to fuck me Joel." She speaks, finding herself nodding along with her words and Joel's grip tightens in her hair, his eyes dark.

His grip doesn't let up as he leads her onto all fours, her bikini shifting awkwardly, almost exposing her. She rests in front of him, knees apart, back arched slightly, his hands wondering across her back and thighs.

His palm settles on her lower back for a moment, travelling lower to her massaging her

"You sure you want this? I can go back inside, finish the job and get outta your hair." She pushes herself back into his touch but he moves his hand to the small of her back.

"Joel please, I need it." She hates how desperate she sounds, how easily she's offering herself to him, but she also couldn't care less, too riled up to deal with the consequences. She feels his touch leave her all together and is ready to protest but he speaks.

"Good."

With that his palm comes down on her skin, delivering a harsh smack. She whines pathetically, and he just watches her face contort, pure lust written across her features.

He repeats his action, spanking her harshly until her jiggling skin is red and warm. He rubs a soothing hand over the area, feeling all the blood rush to his dick, uncomfortably hard in his pants. He was half hard before he even stepped out of the kitchen, days of pent up desire, watching her lay out here in her skimpy bikini not a care in the world.

He continues to soothe the skin, her small whimpers going straight to his dick. He hooks his finger in her bikini shorts and pulls them to the side exposing her, the cool breeze against her hot centre making her gasp. He stares her for a moment, just staring at her wet cunt, before he touches her running his fingers through her folds and toying with her clit.

"Look at you, fuckin' soaked and I've barely touched you." He increases the pressure, "Perfect little cunt. You're perfect."

His hand rests on her hip, gripping her tight when she bucks away from him, but soon loosens again when she begins to move against his fingers, seeking some relief.

He keeps toying with her, drawing small fast circles over her swollen nub. His fingers explore her folds, teasing her weepy hole and sliding back down until she's practically panting.

"You're doing so good for me, darlin." His fingers pause at her opening, teasing it slightly, watching how she clenches around nothing. He slides in, right to the knuckle, hissing at her warmth when she clenches around him.

Her breathing is shallow and she tries to stay quiet but he's moving just right, hooking his finger right where she needs him. She feels her orgasm slowly start to build, his name the only thing on her lips as he brings her closer and closer, right to the edge, then pulls away completely.

She whines, and he places a kiss on the back of her shoulder shushing her. He waits until her breathing evens out a little and moves his fingers back where she needs him, sinking two of his thick digits into. She grows even louder when he curls the, fucking her quickly. The obscene sounds of her wet cunt swallowing him, her lewd moans and his deep breathing all drown out the chirping birds.

At some point, her arms begin to give out and she slowly lower herself forward, head resting on her forearms. Joel simply just chuckles to himself, speeding up his movements when he feels her walls clench around him once more. She can feel it once again, building in her stomach almost unbearably, but once again Joel pulls away before she can cum, swatting her ass harshly.

"Joel please." She begins to beg but he simply just shushes her, repeating the process twice more until she's dripping down her thighs.

His hands tug at her waist, pulling her into him, settling her in his lap. Her knees rest either side of him, clit catching on the rough material of his trousers. Joel presses a bruising kiss to her lips before moving lower, nipping and biting marks on her neck and chest.

He gets to the hem of her bikini top fingers tugging it impatiently, exposing her chest. He pauses for a moment to stare at her, lips swollen, hair a mess, exposed to him. Then his head drops and she falls back a little when his lips close around her nipple, sensitive and untouched. He frees one of his hands from her waist, paling at her other breast, rolling her nipple between his harsh fingers.

"Such pretty tits baby." His mouth returns to her skin and she moans loudly, clamping her lips shut when she remembers someone might hear them. She feels his grin against her skin and he lightly bites at her nipple, making her gasp loudly again. Her hands thread through his hair, keeping him where he is at least trying to gain some sort of gratification from his never ending teasing.

He pulls back, enjoying the way her eyes droop lightly, the way her mouth turns into a little frown at the loss of contact. He taps her hip twice and she raises onto her knees, watching as he reclines, back against the sun lounger and unbuckles his trousers, shifting his boxers so he can free himself.

She can feel him, thick snd warm beneath her as she hovers over him, nails digging in his shoulder through his shirt. He grips himself tightly, squeezing and stroking for a moment before moving the bulbous head against her clit, and she bucks her hips against him, overly sensitive from all of his teasing.

Joel doesn't seem to care, brushing his cock through her folds once again, teasing her entrance and slipping away again. She falls forward, head in his neck, her lips finding his skin as she tries to keep quiet. She hear him lightly tut and his hand is back in her hair again, pulling her back so that he can look her in the eye.

"You afraid someone might hear you, hm? Look over here and see you wrecked in my lap before i'm even finished with you?" He pauses, slipping his cock against her once more.

He's right. If anyone were to look over into her garden they'd surely faint at the sight. Her bikini top pulled down, Joel mouthing at her nipples, shorts hanging to the side as he rubs himself against her. He grins again, the kind of grin she knows means trouble.

"Let em fucking hear you. Wonder what they'll tell your daddy..." His hand moves once again, this time against her throat, holding her inches away from his face as he enters her in one long thrust.

She can't hide the loud whine that falls from her mouth, mingling with Joel's throaty curse. He doesn't give her any warning as he fucks up into her in one smooth thrust, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her down into him as he sets an unforgiving pace.

She chokes out a moan as her pussy stretches around him, feeling utterly full. Her hands grip the back of the wicker chair, her lips on his as she whines into his mouth.

"Such a pretty fucking slut letting me fuck you like this." He buries himself to the hilt, grinding up into her and she whines even louder, clenching around him.

"You like it when I call you a slut, huh?" He thrusts again, slow and deliberate, struggling to keep his composure as he watches her mouth hang open, eyes rolling.

"Course you do, you love it. My little fuckin' whore." His foot comes up to rest on the side of the chair, giving him more leverage as he speeds up once again. From this new angle, she can feel him even deeper, her chest rubbing up against the soft material of his shirt, clit catching against his jeans once more.

She knows she won't last long, still slightly on the edge from his earlier movements. She clenches around him, his cock hitting her perfectly over and over again.

Joel notices the way her whines get louder, how her hands bunch in his t shirt. He feels her clenching hard around him and this thrusts grow harsher, the need to finally make her cum burning in his chest.

He pulls her hips down to meet his thrusts, chasing her release through her loud moans. His lips suck on her neck, just below her ear, the sensation shooting straight to her core. Her skin tingles as she cums, her moan stuck in her throat eyes squeezed shut, mouth closed.

"Fuck" Joel groans, his fingers digging into her skin, sure to leave marks. He pulls her impossibly closer. He can, whispering quiet thanks over and over again, her words spurring him on.

He doesn't let up, chasing his own release, her cunt convulsing around him, choking his cock. His hips stutter a little and he groans loudly, his face buried in her neck, teeth digging into her skin.

His chest heaves with exhaustion, her soft pliant body on top of his. He cups her jaw softly, his actions a far cry from his earlier behaviour. His lips are soft against hers and she leans into him, muscles weak.

"You okay?" He mumbles, pulling away from her lips only slightly, watching her tired eyes and slow smile. She nods, forehead resting against his own too tired to speak so he kisses her again.

The pair rest in silence, hands all over each other, until Joel speaks up again.

"Y'know that kitchen might just take a few days" She chuckles lightly against his chest, and mumbles, almost indecipherable.

"Thank fuck."

[heavyhitterheaux]

The Perfect Godfather

First Babies of Private Garden Blurb

AN: it's officially official!

Synopsis: First Lady and Jack formally ask Urban to be the godfather of the triple threat Harlows and also reveal the name of their son to him

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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"Urby! Can you come here for a second?!" You yelled up the steps before you heard him shuffling and moving around.

"I JUST WENT TO SLEEP AN HOUR AGO!" You heard him yell back at you and you proceeded to roll your eyes.

"NO ONE TOLD YOUR DUMBASS TO STAY OUT ALL NIGHT WITH SUNNI AND COPE! AND IT'S THREE IN THE AFTERNOON!" One thing that Urban never did was sleep and you couldn’t understand for the life of you how this man functioned on a daily basis.

"DON'T YOU START WITH ME! I GOT YOU RAMEN EARLIER!"

"IT WILL LITERALLY TAKE FIVE MINUTES!” You then heard Jack say and Urban came down the steps to the living room where both of you were seated and sat on your left while Jack was on your right.

“Yes? Now what was so important that my sleep was interrupted? You two didn’t handcuff each other and lose the key again so where’s the fire? I was drifting off until I heard the pregnant lady call for me.”

“I will kick you in the forehead, Urban Henry.”

“Like you haven’t tried to do it before.”

Jack ignored the both of you as he spoke up. 

“We wanted to give you something.” Jack started to say while holding the gift bag in his hand.

“What’s the occasion? I’m always down for getting gifts. Does it come with weed?”

“Uh no, Urby. We wanted to ask you formally if you would be the godfather to these three. We know you’ve had the title for years, but now it’s official since they’re almost here.”

“This is… just so unexpected.” Urban started to say and acted as if he was about to cry as you and Jack laughed and rolled your eyes.

“We could always ask 2fo.” You muttered and he shot you a look of disbelief. 

“OVER MY GOT DAMN DEAD BODY. YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING. YES, I ACCEPT!”

Jack handed over the gift bag for him to open it and see two matching bucket hats, one for him, and one for the size of a baby along with a shirt that said ‘Godfather to the Triple Threat Harlows’.

“I am definitely wearing this to the hospital when it’s time, the shirt is dope as fuck. PG is going to be so jealous. But wait, you were serious about there being no weed? And why are there only two hats in here?”

“That’s the other thing that we wanted to tell you.” Jack said and smiled as you looked over at him and nodded your head in approval. 

“What?”

“We only told you the names of baby one and baby three, but never baby two since we were still deciding.”

“Damn, so we really aren’t going with Urban Henry Wyatt for all three of them?”

“No Urby, how many times do we have to say it?!”

“I just thought I’d try one last time. So what’s the name?”

You and Jack looked at each other and smiled before turning back to Urban.

“Axel Wyatt Harlow.” You said and his eyes immediately went wide.

“Wait, what? Are you… are you serious?” He asked before looking back and forth between the two of you.

“Of course we’re serious. You’re one of the reasons why we’re together in the first place. You’ve been an amazing best friend to the both of us and never gave us a reason to doubt you or doubt our friendship. You always want the best for us and vice versa and never have a problem with being honest. Don’t you ever forget for a second how important you are to us and to this family. We love you and will do absolutely anything for you.” You replied to him and his eyes started to water.

It took a few seconds for Urban to respond as he was now fiddling with the little bucket hat in his hands. You saw a few tears escape and was trying to do your best to keep it together and not start to cry.

“I.. I don’t even know what to say. I’m honored that you would choose for your son to be named after me. I don’t feel as if I’m anything special.”

“I’m going to stop you right there because you are special. And especially to us. You’ve done so much for us and we thought it was only right. We didn’t know which part of your name that we were going to use so that’s why it took us so long to decide.” Jack explained as Urban simply sniffed and nodded towards him.

“You know that I would do anything for the both of you and now that branches out to the three of them. It’s just so crazy that in about two weeks they’ll be here.”

“And they have the most amazing tribe to look after them.” Jack added and Urban simply nodded.

You reached over as much as your stomach would allow and hugged him as he was trying to get himself together.

“Love you, bestie.”

“Love you too.” Urban replied as the two of you separated and Urban got up to go and hug Jack.

“Now, was that worth us waking you up?” You asked while laughing.

Urban turned to you before smiling and looked down once again at the tiny bucket hat.

“It definitely was.” 

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under the mistletoe

✎ night raven housewardens x gn! reader

|| includes : riddle roseheart, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto

|| fluff

✎ manager's note : ho ho ho~ merry Xmas everybody! if you thot santa was coming to deliver you presents, welp, you’re wrong! you’re stuck with me being your gift giver heheh~ but i hope you all enjoy these short scenarios i hv crafted <3

✦˚ riddle :

“w-what.. in.. queen’s name..”

christmas within heartslabyul is as followed according to the book of ‘the queen’s rules’ like any other event held inside its walls. preparations were coming in steadily; roses dusting in red and white, creases ceasing to exist on any laid checkered tablecloth. everything was perfect.. except a certain shrub hanging on top of the gates towards the main garden.

in riddle’s defence he had kept his tone quite mellow by the standard of trey and carter, but overtime that patience drew thin and his urge release his anger came in due time. panic settled in, deuce alongside carter was scrabbling for answer as trey booked it for riddle’s side; ace, on the other hand, also left in a state of shock had calmed down when eyes noticed you and grim trailing from behind, yet dread shot back up when remember the mistletoe above the warden’s head.

had noticing the commotion, you and grim stood in confusion till you eyed up certain specks of white looming over your head. thinking not much of it, you ducked back down towards riddle, who in turn, had been screaming his lungs out; carefully you leaned in and pressed your lips against his heated cheek before parting and leading grim and yourself into the garden.

let’s just say your ‘christmas gift’ to the young tyrant left him [and everyone else] completely speechless.

✦˚ leona :

“a warning, mutt, don’t do.. that again-”

parties were never the prince’s thing; the noise and ruckus was an absolute headache to deal with. on nights like these, he’d sneak his ways inside the school’s botanical garden, going unnoticed, to take a quick cat nap till ruggie barges in to wake him up. yet, this christmas, instead of awaking to his fellow vice, he was met with a certain herbivore asking for trouble.

you had heard news of savanaclaw’s christmas party and was even personally invited by jack himself to join in. truly, you had expected munching down on local foods and drinks not a steak out mission to lure mr kingscholar back to his dormitory yet you still begrudgingly agreed on earning a favor from ruggie. it had took you a millennia to reach the tops of the glass dome, having slipped several times and bruising your skin [even leaving scars and gashes].

looking up and down the place, you finally found the precious prince laying below from shaded trees. taking advice from his literal caretaker, you shuffled into the greenery, only standing a foot away from stomping on the feline. it was then sparkles of white under the moonlight caught your attention. noticing the branches filled with mistletoe above you had your face burning red. not wanting to follow along with tradition yet needing someway to wake the sleeping lion..

..you drew closer, pecking the tip of his nose, in turn, eyes fluttered in irritation yet on closer inspection, a light hint of red dusts his cheeks.

✦˚ azul :

“you were close, but.. not close enough~”

despite the jolly season, floyd had been whining non-stop since winter break, his bored had taken quite the toll on his mood that even jade felt that nothing could be done about it yet with remember a certain shrimpy that was also stuck within their dorms, he decided to devise some plan to make his holiday a little worth wild.

he had been skimming through some of his brother’s ‘about nature’ books he kept around their room when he stumbled upon a weed that landfolk had held a tradition against. if the flora is hung over two individuals’ heads, they were made to exchange an quick intimate moment on the lips; with knowing about your little crush on his housewarden, why wouldn’t he take advantage of that and cause some chaos fun for his own entertainment.

and so he decided the best plan of action was strapping some on azul’s private room within the lounge before rushing to pay you a little visit. you hesitantly took his suggestion of a game, since you and grim were growing fairly weary as winter break went on. both of you travelling your ways into the almost empty mostro lounge with having you knocking on azul’s door to call him out. with a creak, azul greeted you yet as you were ready to accept your fate, a finger laid on your lips..

and before long a kiss was felt on your rosy cheeks..

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #27: One in the Hand

Prompt: sole || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: The sequel to this year's "Levin Deals." :D

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“Synnove.”

Synnove looked up from her book, brow furrowing as she glanced around. Had someone called her?

“Synnove.”

Oh, yep. That was Aymeric’s voice echoing into the house. And her knight sounded in a tiff.

Amused, she closed her book and reluctantly wiggled her feet out from beneath Ivar, then unwrapped herself from her nest of blankets and pillows. The worst lingering effect of her sustained aethershock from the Final Days, even moons after the fact, was she was always damnably cold, even in summer. But once free, she swung her legs off the couch, shoved her feet into her slippers, and pushed herself upright to shuffle out of the library.

Another clipped call of her name, and Synnove shook her head as she made for the kitchen garden. Ixion must have broken the armistice and begun nibbling on the rows that weren’t set aside for him.

Stepping outside, she closed her eyes for a moment and sighed with delight as the sun beat down on her shoulders. Mmm, warm.

“Synnove.” Oh, last syllable emphasis. Her beau was, indeed, quite irritated.

Synnove opened her eyes. And stared.

There was Aymeric, hands on his hips and wearing his gardening clothes, his brows pulled down into a ferocious scowl. There was Ixion, happily chewing on the late summer tomatoes in one of his designated vegetable rows and making a violent mess of his muzzle.

But there was also…

Aymeric pointed. “What is that?”

“I don’t know!” Synnove said, holding up her hands. “I’ve never seen him before in my life, I swear!”

Next to Ixion, snuffling curiously at the still-growing pumpkins, was a creature that might be mistaken for Rhalgr’s steed’s twin were it not for his colors. Instead of his primary coat color being blue-violet, his was sandy brown; instead of vividly stripes, his were deep ruby, and his mane and tail aglow in orange; instead of a horn of gold and striped purple, his was a molten crag, like looking at the top layer of a moving lava field. And where levin danced across Ixion’s hide, embers flaked off his own.

Ixion gently rapped his horn against his fiery doppelganger’s, and the creature stopped nosing at the green pumpkins and lifted his head. He spotted Synnove and his ears pricked up, and began picking his way carefully around the vegetable garden, then pranced across the grass to where she stood.

Synnove squeaked with delight. Aymeric sighed heavily and muttered something that sounded like, “Bloody two of them, Fury have mercy on my garden.”

The fiery steed came to a halt and reached out his neck with a polite whicker. Synnove squeaked again and held out her hands to him, and cooed as he snuffled at them to familiarize himself with her scent. “Oh, aren’t you just a handsome lad!” she crooned. “And so warm. Wherever did you come from, sweet darling?”

“We’re not keeping him.”

“Hush!”

--

G’raha Tia was wearing an expression similar to the one had the first time he met Estinien, stars literally in his eyes, ears pricked like a unicorn’s, and tail frantically lashing about him and slapping at his ankles and hips. “How,” he breathed.

Aymeric grumbled next to him. “That’s what I’d like to know.”

Synnove, astride her new friend’s back with her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his glowing mane, grunted wordlessly. Said new friend was munching happily on the buds of a stalk of Lominsan sprouts.

Roksana, loafed unhappily on Aymeric’s shoulder, mumbled, A levin unicorn, now a fire unicorn? Where’s the water unicorn for me?

“It’s like looking at one of the illustrations in my favorite book of tales as a boy,” G’raha said, hands clasped in front of him. “Phaeton! The sun’s own fire made manifest!”

“I have never been to Corvos in my life,” Synnove mumbled. She was going to stay here for the rest of her life. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaarm. “Therefore, you can’t blame me for this, my love.”

“I’m blaming you a little,” Aymeric said, snappish and yet still somehow fond all at once as he pet the still-sulking white pearl carbunclet. Synnove grinned into Phaeton’s mane; now she was warm inside, too.

G’raha started hopping from foot to foot, his ears flicking in time with the movement. “There has been some speculation since Ixion began wandering more openly in Gyr Abania that he might be the result of a Mhachi experiment, though personally I would think Allag to be the more likely culprit,” he said. “Such experimentation with fauna is much more within the purview of Allagan aetherochemists rather than Mhachi voidmages, and as Allag had a strong presence in Corvos, the stark similarities between Ixion and Phaeton go from statistically unlikely phenomenon to reasonable coincidence as the products of an Allagan laboratory.”

“G’raha,” Synnove slurred, halfway to a nap with the sun warming her spine and Phaeton warming her face and stomach and everything else, “do you want to pet the pony or not?”

“Please may I pet the pony, oh please oh please oh please.”

She patted Phaeton’s neck, and the fiery unicorn raised his head and swung around to stare at G’raha with eyes like glowing coals. The miqo’te scholar, despite visibly vibrating with his excitement, stepped forward slowly, holding one hand out. Phaeton snorted, but lowered his head to whuffle against his palm.

“This is,” G’raha gushed, “the best day of my life.”

“Know the feeling,” Synnove said. Ixion, still methodically decimating his tomatoes, whickered smugly.

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All I Have To Give

“Crush” Masterlist

A/N: So "From the Bottom of My Broken Heart" came on shuffle and it made me think of young Benny. My headcanon is Benny absolutely loves pop music, particularly boybands in the late 90s-early 2000 era. Also that he's a hopeless romantic and everything kinda fell into place with him in the "Crush" universe. Hope you enjoy this little cute piece about Benny with pop songs sprinkled in there.

Rating: G

Word Count: 559

Pairing: Benny Miller & BFF! GN!Reader (reader is F in some of the other fics, but this can be read as GN), Benny Miller x OCs (named and unnamed)

Plot: Benny’s got all the love to give and he's been trying to find someone to give it all to.

Contains: Benjamin being a hopeless romantic and some late 90s-early 2000 pop music references

There goes your best friend nervously walking up to the waitress who's been the apple of his eye for the last two months. He thinks that her memorizing his usual order is a sign she's interested. You don't want to burst his little bubble letting him know she also memorized yours.

That lover boy is the most hopelessly romantic person you've ever met - to a fault. Once he falls in love, he gets tunnel vision and obsesses over them. You blame it on pop music. He'll never publicly admit it, but the Backstreet Boys are his favorite boyband. He never learns his lesson though. His heart has been broken so many times, you're sure it has turned into sand. You gotta admire him though. All these rejections and heartaches never deters him from looking for love again. He's just a puppy. Literally. Give him head pets and treats, and he'll eat out of the palm of your hands.

You remember in the summer after sophomore year, on the last day of school, Ben worked up the courage to ask his current crush at the time, Kristina out after being the Invisible Man all year. He even got a summer job so he knew he'd have money to take her out. She said yes, and after a few dates, you both saw her getting cozy with a different blonde - Jaime Carter, who had a resemblance to Nick Carter. He would even tell girls that he's related to him, which you both knew was bullshit.

That summer, you must have heard Britney's "From the Bottom of my Broken Heart" more times than any song ever. NSYNC's "Bye Bye Bye" was a close second. As much as he loved "Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely", the reminder of Nick Carter made it worse. Lover Boy was hurting and pop music was his way to soothe his heart.

Then a month later, Linda walked into the doors of his job and subsequently, into his life. As he described it to you, it was like a movie moment. It happened in slow motion while Savage Garden’s “I Knew I Loves You” played in the background. When summer ended, so did his time with Linda when she went back home. She was only in town to visit family. Gone.

Once school started again, and the new girl became the new object of his affection. He worked up the courage to ask her to the Junior Winter Wonderland Bash and Christmas came early for him when she said yes. Couple of months later, he felt like his death came early when she became someone else's valentine. All or Nothing.

Then there was Tina from the music store, Becky from the movie theater, Maria from Blockbuster, Vivian at the bowling alley. Rinse, recycle and repeat. This went well into adulthood.

And today? No different. You watch Benny as he makes his way back to the booth with an extra pep in his step.

"I got her number!" Benny flashes the napkin along with his teeth.

"Good job!" You high five him and tussle his hair. "You want the rest of my fries?" you offer.

"Oooh!" His eyes light up and his ears perk up as he digs in.

20 years later and still a puppy. And every time, you hope he gets his fairytale ending.

[flowers-for-the-grave]

Witchcraft SMP Member-Inspired Dances

I've already made a post on genres of music I thought the witches would listen to. What about dances they invented themed around their magic???

Shubble - Storm Shuffle. Literally. Just Shelbie doing a small little shuffle left and right in the middle of a storm.

Tiff - Floral Flamenco. For whenever Tiff is trying to tend to gardens or work with her botania books, she can do this dance to relax.

Pris - Hydro Hand-jive. Just a small dance Pris came up with after the date. She does it a lot when she's in a panic, and probably would've done it a small while after the incident with that demon on the ship.

Lauren - Sandy Salsa. Salsa is a kind of sauce/topping. Lauren's character is part-sandwich (i think???)

Eloise - Illusionary Ikariotikos. It's something she'd do after a particularly difficult illusion or just as a stress-reliever. I feel like she could've done this after her date with Pris went wrong.

Joey - Flaming Foxtrot and Frosty Flamenco. Joey just dancing in the middle of a bonfire seems funny to me. And then Joey starting a dance in a tundra while everyone else is just freezing.

Scott - Widow's Waltz. It fits his character, and does have some connection to death via mourning. Scott would have performed this with "him" before "he" died, and Scott now does it alone in "his" memory.

Cleo - Time Tango. Cleo would do a tango alone as time changes around her. Or maybe she tangoes with the embodiment of time. Maybe a time god? Or a time spirit? Something like that.

What do you think? Again, you can use this for Dancer AUs or whatever you want!

[lgnite-me]

Ookay. Well. I did it. I wrote my idea out instead of doing my homework. Oops. Oh well no regrets.

Summary: Right after their mating, Elain unknowingly brings an old frined to the House of Wind and Cassian goes feral. A little smutty at the beginning, cute nessian, a little bit of post-acosf plot, and jealous/possesive Cassian! (since we were robbed in acosf)

Word count: ~2500

Author’s note: this is barely edited and i have never written smut before so pls be kind :) also i am still working on other prompts this one was just screaming at me. Also pls note i am not an elriel stan nor am i an elucien and gwynriel stan. I am a stan for whatever makes the characters happiest and was literally just following the post plot of acosf so pls dont come after me. Ok enjoy!

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Lying next to her, more like on top of her, Nesta stared at her mate in wonder. She never knew the kind of peace and joy she currently felt, lying there with him. Just last night she and Cassian had been mated, and their night together had been thorough. She had whispered to him how she loved him over and over and he had reverently worshiped her body in return. He had returned the sentiment to her in words, but the way he knew to express his love was through physical touch, and she more than felt it last night.

“I can feel you staring,” Cassian murmured, with his eyes still closed.

“I was just admiring,” she replied. Cassian’s eyes opened at that, and in them she saw the love and lust shining through. She kissed his lips softly, then his jaw, slowly moving her way down his body showing him how much she admired it. Cassian groaned when she reached his cock and took him in her mouth.

“Nesta”, he groaned. He gently gathered up the loose hair with his hand as she continued to suck until he came with a groan, yelling her name. She looked up at him with a gleam in her eye as she wiped her mouth, and licked her fingers. He pulled her up to him, kissing her thoroughly, as he began to return the favor. Nesta moaned at his thoroughness as he went down on her, licking her clean. When she began to temple from her incoming climax, she shouted his name to the ceiling, praying that they were alone in the house. She expected they were, as no one was foolish enough to get in between mates during a frenzy. Afterwards, they both lay there as they held each other closely and once more drifted off to sleep.

**

Elain knew they thought her weak. That all she did was garden, but gardens made her happy and who was to deny themselves the pleasure of doing something they enjoyed. Lifting a flower out of one of her pots, she gently turned it around to admire the pink petals and bright green leaves before carefully putting it into the soil next to the other plants.

“There”, she thought. The row was perfect now, and she was satisfied with taking a short break now. Honestly, she was starving, having forgotten to stop and eat since she’d gotten so consumed in making the perfect row of flowers.

“Excuse me,” a voice behind her coughed.

Elain whipped around, startled to find a tall, dark haired Illyrian standing there. This wasn’t an Illyrian she knew, but rather one who looked quite cleaned up, except for the slightly crooked nose. Truthfully, he has a bit of a baby face besides the nose, Elain mused to herself. He was wearing the traditional Illyrian leathers, but donned only one, maybe two siphons. Considerably less than Cassian and Azriel.

“Can I help you with something?” Elain asked as she shielded her eyes from the sun to stare up at him. She was wary of this stranger, but he seemed friendly enough that Elaine would first find out what he was looking for.

“Sorry to bother you, but I was looking for High Lord Rhysand’s house?” He nervously shuffled his feet, and Elain couldn’t help but smile to herself at how skittish he looked. He didn’t even really look at her while he was speaking. Elain couldn’t help but like him.

“I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Sorry. Balthazar.” he reached out his hand to her, and Elain took it with faint amusement.

“I’m looking for the High Lord, as he asked me here to do something for him.”

He still had the nervous look about him, but the name registered in Elain’s mind. Balthazar…

Suddenly, it came to Elain, and she gasped before exclaiming, “You're the one who was in the rite with Nesta weren’t you?”

“Nesta Archeron? Erm, yes, that was me.”

Elain smiled brightly, glad to have remembered. She couldn’t wait to tell Nesta, as a matter of fact, she would surprise her by bringing him to her.

“You know, I bet she would love to see you,” Elain grinned to herself. Nesta would be so excited to see the male who had helped her during the rite again.

“Oh. Well, I-I suppose if she was available. I wondered how she fared after I left her. Sure, I’d like that.”

“Great!” Elain clapped her hands excitedly. “Come on, they’re just that way.” She pointed up at the House of Wind and Balthazar followed her finger, eyeing it as though sizing it up. He held out a hand for her.

“I assume we need to fly,” he stated as she took a hold of his hand.

“Yes, but it's fairly easy for a person with wings.”

Balthazar cracked a small smile at that as he picked her up off the ground and shot into the sky.

**

Landing on the balcony of the House of Wind, it was eerily quiet. Balthazar had never seen such a building, built into the side of a mountain the way it was. He had just received the summons from his High Lord, and had eagerly flown down to Velaris for a meeting. Having run into the small girl who smelled and looked like sunshine had been an odd but welcome surprise. He had been curious to know how the two females he had helped in the rite had fared, and now he was about to find out.

“Hello?” Elain called out as they stepped further into the house. “Is anybody there?”

Elain turned back to him. “They just had their mating ceremony last night, so they have to be here.”

“They just had their…” Balthazar couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She had brought him here right after a mating?!

“Nesta and Cassian,” she replied matter of factly. “You know him as the General Commander.”

Balthazar's eyes widened in recognition, body tensing to flee, but before he could react there was a large force slamming him against the wall.

**

Cassian woke to the sound of a voice calling out. He carefully looked around the room to make sure there was no immediate threat to his mate, and once assured there was no pressing threat, he listened more intently outside the room. Voice, two of them, one male and one female. His instincts coiled at that, at the potential threat to his mate. He looked over at her still carefully sleeping and sighed. If they had woken her…

Watching her sleep so thoroughly soothed his male instincts, and he slowly got up off the bed, careful not to wake her. Pulling on a pair of loose pants, he grabbed two of his sharpest daggers, and exited the room, throwing up a sound shield so that whatever he was about to do wouldn’t disrupt her peaceful slumber. As Cassian prowled along the corridor, careful not to make any noise, the smell of the two intruders grew stronger and stronger. The male.. well he was dead now. All Cassian could see was red, at the thought of the male so close to Nesta’s vicinity and for the fact that he could have woken her. Finally making it to the two, he slammed the male into the wall. The female with him started screaming. What she was screaming he had no idea. Maybe his name. He was too lost in his bloodlust to care.

**

Rhys was staring down a pair of hazel green eyes for who knew how many fucking times it had been. He was starting to get really pissed off. Actually, he was already pissed off and this conversation had just made him angrier. Azriel refused to back down and stared right back at him, the two locked in a battle of silent, stubborn wills.

“I told you, she needs to be left alone,” Rhys grit out.

“And I told you, I don’t fucking care what you said. She came to me and wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to fucking refuse.”

“Well next time -” Rhys was cut off by a voice calling to him in his mind.

Rhys! Help! Please, the female was almost sobbing at him, clawing at his mind shields.

Elain, he recognized and lowered them so their communication line was open.

What’s going on? He asked with alarm.

Cassian is going to KILL HIM, she screamed back.

Kill who? Now Rhys was even more alarmed. Show me what you’re seeing.

Suddenly an image popped into his mind. It was what Elain was seeing, and it wasn’t pretty. They were in the House of Wind and there were broken pieces of glass and furniture littered across the room. Elain was huddled underneath one of the few remaining pieces of furniture while Cassian and a male Rhys faintly recognized were destroying the room left and right as Cassian chased the shorter one with his daggers. There was a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, a predatory one, and Rhy realized that with everything happening with Azriel, he had forgotten about the situation his other brother was in. One in which he would try and beat up any male who got in the way of his mating. That was supposed to be Rhy’s job, payback from his own mating frenzy.

Please help, Elain whimpered.

I’ll be right there, Rhys soothed before quickly showing Azriel, whose eyes widened in recognition of what was happening. Rhys quickly shut the link right before Feyre walked into his office.

“Elain just asked me to go help her stop Cassian from killing someone, what is going on.” she pressed with a not so amused look. She raised her eyebrows in the most adorable way, but Rhys didn’t have time to stop and admire.

Come on, we have to go to the House of Wind.

Well, what happened then?

You’ll see when we get there, tell Amren to come watch Nyx and then we can go.

Feyre’s eyes widened before quickly sending a message to Amren. Rhys picked her up, with Azriel following suit as they shot off to the House of Wind.

**

When they got there, it looked like every piece of the house had been thoroughly destroyed. Except, of course, for the one Elain was hiding under. Before Rhys could react Azriel hurried over to her side with Feyre in tow to help calm her down. Rhys looked around, but before he could start to go look for them, a body was slammed into the wall next to him. Jerking towards the commotion, he saw Cassian in full battle-mode, ready to kill. Honestly, he would be surprised if the male wasn’t already dead. Then he realized that the male was Balthazar, the Illyrian he had summoned to do some business with, due to his involvement with Nesta’s rite.

“Shit”, he mumbled before grabbing Cassian and hauling him off the Illyrian.

Cassian struggled against him, landing a few punches before he was able to get a good grasp on him.

“CASSIAN,” he shouted “CASSIAN STOP”

Cassian did not stop. He kept fighting like a male possessed, and before Rhys knew it he was on his back with an angry Cassian glaring down at him.

“Fuck”, Rhys mumbled. His head had been thoroughly bashed in. He had forgotten the fact that in hand-to-hand Cassian used to and still could wipe the floor with him. It was part of why he had made him General, and how they had started their relationship.

Fitting, he thought amusingly. Then his head was slammed into the floor and he wasn’t so amused anymore.

Before he had time to regroup another body was slamming into Cassian’s. Rhys tumbled to the side to sit up and saw Azriel grappling with Cassian on the floor.

“Mating bond chafing, Cass?” he asked with a smirk. Under Azriel, Cassian growled at his remark, but really, Rhys thought, he had to do it. Looking over to Feyre, he saw her still trying to sooth Elain, while in the corner the male, who was definitely still alive thank the Gods, was grumbling in pain and clutching his stomach.

Why isn’t she out here? he shot to Feyre.

He has a sound shield around their room. Probably didn’t want to disturb her.

Rhys rolled his eyes. How kind of him. Break it, please, and get her out here.

All he got in return was a slight nod and the bond closed off. Before he knew it he was back in the heat of the fight, as Cassian seemed to need both of them to keep him down and get his energy out.

**

Nesta awoke to a prodding in her head. Groggily, she opened her eyes before realizing it was inside her head and gently lowered her shields, wary of who she was potentially lettering in.

Nesta, you need to get out here. Now.

Suddenly, there was the loudest crash she had ever heard in her life, shouting, crying and a lot of groaning from what seemed like pain. She shot up in bed and mind linked back to Feyre.

What the hell is going on?

Elain thought you might like to see your old friend Balthazar, but didn’t realize how… adversely Cassian would react. He put up a sound shield around your room, that’s why you didn’t hear anything. Don’t blame her though, she meant well.

Nesta was already out of bed, pulling on Cassian’s shirt.

How long has this been going on? she frantically shot back.

A few hours, I think.

A few HOURS?

Nesta quickly hurried out of their room and down the corridor until she reached the room everyone was currently occupying. It was absolute carnage. The furniture was broken, Elain was hiding under a table crying, with Feyre trying to comfort her, Balthazar was slumped against the wall, and in the corner Rhys and Azriel were trying to wrangle Cassian away from breaking anything, or anyone else. As soon as she entered the room, Cassian stilled and looked at her. She saw the gleam in his eyes, that predatory instinct that had taken over during his fight. They softened when he looked at her, then shot around the room taking in the damage. Slowly, his eyes drifted back to hers with a guilty look, but Nesta simply walked towards him carefully, eyes only on him.

“Cass,” she whispered gently as she held out her hand. Carefully, she placed it on his cheek, Rhys and Azriel having stepped back. As soon as her hand made contact, his eyes fluttered closed and he nuzzled against her palm. Nesta placed her forehead against his as he pulled her in closer, wrapping her up in his wings. Behind them, damage control was being done, but Nesta didn’t care about any of them. All she cared about was the male right in front of her.

Easily, he scooped her up and brought them back to their room. Laying her on the bed, she let him take her while he whispered “mine” roughly in her ear.

“I’m yours Cass,” she reassured, and she felt him shudder with relief. “And you’re mine,” she whispered. At that, he shouted her name and spilled within her, Nesta following right behind. They continued to make love until the sun rose the next morning and they finally drifted of to sleep, content in each other’s embrace.

**

[lillylvjy]

been thinking of ghostbur a lot then your fic sent me into a rabbit hole

the sheer idea of living with two ghosts in a home is so warming, in a way of that they’re comfortable with you and you’re comfortable with them. imagine how long it has been since someone welcomed them just as they did, but everyone left the next day; so it was almost alien when reader moved in.

thrilling, really. with the small bookshelf in one of your rooms, tommy idly knocks on your door and shuffled in holding a book. just a small, “can you read this for me?” because it has been so long since he had read a book.

or wilbur watching you from the top floor through a window, a frown gracing his lips because he wants to help you garden. he wants to touch the dirt, feel the sun against his face again. so when your hands cup his jaw, he becomes stunned for a moment just because you remind him of the sun.

he envies your friends and anyone who gets to interact with you outside; becoming rather sour whenever you tell him someone is picking you up. idk if you ever watched steven universe but i feel like both boys would have something similar to blue diamond.

if one starts crying, you feel your eyes become glossy and tears start falling. you could feel yourself become heavy, as if the whole world came crashing down.

imagine making them new foods that they never had back in their time. the curious glint in their eyes when watching you move around the kitchen, and soon, one plate turned into three.

wilbur cleaning the house when you’re not home because the first time you came back exhausted and he watched you tiredly clean; his heart shattered. since then, he made it a mission to clean while you’re own. the smile on your face is always worth it. he’s sad that he cannot go with you on your adventures but knowing you’re not moving anytime soon is enough.

Brb- sobbing-

They’re so thrilled when you don’t run out of the house, screaming bloody murder. Like- your actually talking to them and giving them a chance. Hell- that’s more than enough.

Every night before tommy sleeps (yes ghost can sleep in this au bc I feel bad-), he’s always asking you to read him a story before he goes to bed. It’s comforting. He was super young when he passed too, so its kinda like he gets to finish his childhood.

ALSO YOU DID NOT AHVE TO DO THIS TO ME- you remind him of the sun?! Holy-

Like- he’ll watch you and just kinda bang his head on the window bc of how pissed he is and you hear this and just look up at him to see him just looking so sad and ugh! It’s so upsetting to you! And when your try your best to bring the sun to him (literally lights-), he’s like “I didn’t need all of this when I have you darling.” WEAK IN THE KNEES-

And Wilbur knew how to drive too so he’s like “oh I can drive y- nevermind.” And he’s just- again. Mad. Upset. At everything. At how he’s dead. At how he can’t go out with you. It’s not fair. It never will be. And you sense this and it’s just- heartbreaking. So you cancel your plans for the day and stay home with him and Tom. Doing anything and everything. Want cookies? Done! Want to try take out for the first time in 20 years? On it! Literally anything. (Also ye: he does-)

Bro- imagine Tom starts crying about like- anything .realizing he won’t get to see his friends anymore- let alone meet anyone knew. He won’t get to go to the movie theaters anymore. Won’t get to go to fairs and run around. It hurts. And then Wilbur joins in and it’s- ugh! It hurts so much. Like you just want to help them be free. But you can’t .

I bet your ass they’d act like it’s good but the spit it out once your not looking. You know they did- but you don’t care. They barely had anything good at that time anyways- (Tom likes to disagree)

Wilbur is a meat freak I feel like. And he knows what it’s like to have a messy house and hate it- so he helps you. He cleans during the day so at night when you come home, you can rest your feet on his lap and just watch a movie with him. He may massage them- maybe not. Depends on what you want and what his mood is

[scaryscarecrows]

The Pratt hotel is old, gold rush days or something, with the original wood in a lot of places and a gorgeous view of the mountains.

Unfortunately, it’s also creepy as fuck and Mark’s initial thought was that there was a carbon monoxide leak. But the detector says no, not in any of their rooms or in the hallway, so he has to put up with everyone ribbing him about being scared of the old, isolated hotel.

“All work and no play, Jones,” Jason says jokingly as they rattle down the massive staircase. “And you say I need a rest.”

“I’m coming for you with a bat first.”

The uneasy feeling is forgotten at dinner. Jade Garden is indeed sketchy-looking, with a weathered sign out front that says Order Now For Christmas! despite it being literally June, but their lo mein is fantastic and they even have a passable hot and sour soup. The feeling stays gone even when they get back, and he chalks it up to yeah, maybe I am just tired. The hotel is a little creepy, in that way that most old places are, but nothing…nothing awful. Not really. No internet, which sucks, but the bed’s comfy enough. Not like the last place, that one fucked up his back like nothing else…

He stretches out, presses his palms flat against the mattress and tenses just enough to send a series of nice poppoppops up his spine. Ahh. Nice.

Click-clickclick, click-clickclick, click-clickclick.

Sounds like a kid skipping; steps aren’t too heavy, the gait’s a little ungainly. Christ, whose unattended brat is up here at this time of night? There’s no kids on this floor, there’s no one but them on this floor, actually. And it’s literally eleven-thirty. Kids young enough to think skipping is fun should be in bed, not dicking around up here.

Click-clickclick, click-clickclick, click-clickclick.

Fine. He’ll parent the thing, march it back down to wherever it came from and inform the actual parents that if they can’t mind their child, there’ll be Hell to pay.

He swings his legs out of bed, wishing literally anyone else would deal with this. Frank’s good with kids. Jason’s good with kids. Riley…isn’t good with kids, but he’d probably scare the crap out of it and not even have to go downstairs. There’s no lights on that staircase, it’s a death trap waiting to happen, come on…

He undoes the locks, flings the door open, and growls, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”...to a dark, empty hallway.

Uh.

Child? Unattended child? He heard one. He knows he heard one.

“Hello?”

No answer. No annoying clicking, either. Maybe he didn’t hear a kid, after all.

Yawning, Mark heads back to bed. Maybe he was half-asleep or something. Oh, well.

Ten minutes pass, and he’s headed back to that nice floaty place of almost-asleep when that fucking click-clickclick, click-clickclick, click-clickclick starts up again. Okay, the kid probably heard the door open and feared consequences. He’ll just go out there and find it, then. God dammit, why do people have kids they don’t wanna train…why him, where’s Frank…

He shuffles into his slippers, stalks out into the hallway, and turns on his phone’s flashlight. It’s a narrow hall, there’s nowhere to hide.

The hall’s silent again, but too goddamn bad. He’s going to get to sleep if it kills him.

“Where are you, kid…”

Nothing. Maybe they’re hiding in the stairwell?

He’s maybe four feet from said stairs when there’s a child’s startled shriek, followed by a horrifying thud-clump-thud-clump going down.

Fuck.

He makes his own way down the stairs, dreading the sight of a twisted little body at the bottom (why don’t they have lights on this damn staircase, is that even legal?) and sees…nothing. There’s nothing here. No child. No adult, either, but that was a child’s voice.

Mark is not a believer in ghosts. Pranks, maybe, and he will be bringing this up in the morning. But what the hell. What the actual hell.

He heads back up, dread growing with every step. Nobody else is awake, which…nobody’s a sound sleeper, that’s a luxury none of them have been able to afford for years. They would have heard a prank.

Irrationally, the hallway seems far more sinister. His room isn’t much better, but being able to lock the door helps a little. 

He doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

[marryingamaiden]

Finding Normalcy: a Joel Miller Fanfiction

Part One

Tags: Joel miller x reader / joel miller fluff / literally just two conversations / SLOWWWW burn / papi pedro pascal

Word count: ~12k

this gif is so funny

You had known Tommy and Maria for a long time, ever since you settled in Jackson a few years after the breakout. Slowly you came back to some sort of normalcy despite the lost lives that darkened your mind once the sun went down. Every morning you made coffee in the kitchen of your small house; every morning being grateful that you finally had hot water. Every day grateful that Tommy had been kind enough to lead you here, and that Maria had given you a house to make your own.

To repay for the couple’s kindness you kept your home beautiful, always making sure the garden was growing something for the community even if that meant your living room was covered in foliage during the cold winter months. You still kept to yourself; being one of the quietest members in the community. You didn’t frequent the bar or attend many of the events planned, but you gave back through your tending of the earth. You didn’t like talking to people much, and most definitely did not want people to notice you.

Until you saw him ride in on that stupid horse.

He was burly and built, with weathered lines in his face that said more than he ever would. And you wanted to know him.

So you tried to forget about him, this world was no place to make connections. Despite your efforts, he kept appearing in the routine of your daily life. Your eyes accidentally caught his when you ran to grab flour. You heard his southern accent from across the block when he walked past your house. You successfully ignored him until Maria dragged you to a housewarming party for Tommy’s brother.

I guess it gave you a good reason to shower- which you’ve been putting off.

Anxiety filled you as you walked up the steps to Joel’s- whose name you had just learned a half hour ago. Social situations always made you anxious, your hands would fidget and pull at your clothes and the inside of your mouth would be raw from you gnawing at it. All of this anxiety has grown exponentially since the outbreak of this pandemic.

The sun had set and the light was soft and warm inside the house. The walls were still blank and and still carried the smell of vacancy- Mr. Miller hadn’t been here long enough to make a home yet.

The smell of food and alcohol filled your nose as your ears were drummed with conversations. You find Maria as your safe haven in the warm kitchen, steaming plates of food there to fill your mouth so you don’t have to speak.

“I can’t believe I finally dragged you out of that house, I thought you had died in there.” She says with a slight smile on her face, though behind it is a true motherly warning despite you being more than thirty.

“Well I do feel like I owe you, so I figured I might as well show my face.”

She smiles without looking at you and nods her head in the direction of the living room.

“Go introduce yourself to Joel. You’re both recluses so I’m sure it’ll be a riveting conversation.”

You purse your lips at that and mumble a fine before stepping across the threshold of the kitchen. You hated this. Joel stood next to the fireplace with his arm up on the mantle, the muscles in his arm rigid under his skin. He was in the middle of a conversation that he most definitely didn’t want to be a part of. His eyes met yours again because you were- in fact- staring, which made you drop your gaze back to Maria through the walkway. She just looked at you with that disappointed stare and you continued trudging like a child forced to say hello to your estranged family members.

You walked to his right, away from the rest of the people and looked up at him and he met your eyeline. Your heart was beating hard from the anxiety of an impending conversation of pleasantries. You hate pleasantries. A few seconds of an awkward shuffle of you both adjusting your clothes and coughing passes.

“Hello.” He says it more as a question than a greeting.

“Hi.” You finally make eye contact with him as you tell him your name.

“You know Maria?”

“Yeah, she brought me here a long time ago.” You looked down at your shoes.

He responds with a huff.

“So Tommy’s your brother?”

“Mhm.”

Silence.

“You have that big garden right?” He crosses his arms.

“Yeah… If you want anything, you know. Potatoes… lettuce… ” You trailed off wanting to name more vegetables but you figured you shouldn’t.

He harrumphed. You saw a tinge of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Thanks.”

“Well, it was nice to meet you. Drop by if you need anything.”

He looked up at you with those big brown eyes.

“I will.”

And with that you turned away and immediately downed a shot of scotch to calm your heart.

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A few days later you were tending your garden when you heard footsteps behind you.

You whipped around to see Joel standing with his brow creased. You thanked the heavens that you would be able to talk to him without the pressure of a party.

“Hey, how are you?” You stand up and your knees pop. God, you're out of shape now.

“Fine. I was wondering if you have something.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Strawberries.”

“You makin’ jam, cowboy?” He looked at you sternly.

“No.”

Asshole. “I have some inside, follow me.”

You hoped he wouldn’t be this blunt forever. His footsteps fell heavy behind you as he followed you into your kitchen.

You pulled out the fresh strawberries from your cupboard and began putting them in a box for him to take home. Joel paces around your kitchen, looking at the flowers and pictures you’ve put up on your walls. His eyes land on a painting in the center of the wall.

“I like this.” He gestured to the painting.

“Really? Thank you, I’m rusty after so many years of not being able to paint.”

“You painted this?” He turns to look at you and it seems as though that permanent crease in his brow has softened.

“I did, I painted a lot before the world fell apart. Went to school for it.”

“You’re good.” He turns back to the painting while a smile takes up your entire face.

You finish closing up the box and hand it over to him.

“Here you are, cowboy.”

“Thank you.” He seems less offended by your unwelcome nickname. “What do I owe you?”

“Oh no, there’s no need. It’s free of charge.” You smile at him and he looks at you seriously.

“So you can hold it over me later? Nuh uh.”

“No, no, really. I mean it.”

“I’ll find a way to pay you back.”

You really didn’t need him to pay you back, but you liked the idea of having him around more often. Despite his bluntness and ability to make you incredibly nervous, he made you smile.

As he begins to walk away you blurt out “My door hinges are rusting. I need new ones.”

He looks back at you with an enthusiastic nod.

“I can do that.” You smile as he walks away, hoping you see him again soon.

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[likesaly]

Source Mem Dump from IRL Misane 2

Ask and you shall receive!

I had to babysit Merue and Nomare, Nanase wanted no part in babysitting Nomare because he's a little shit. He played with Merue alot!

Nomare got banned from the theme park and the elevator (my guy had to use the fire exit stairs since Teruhi didn't want to deal with constantly fixing the elavator:

Getting stuck in the elevator quotes - *after nomare jumped* "NOMARE,,," -Sataka "what did you do now??" -Me "i got banned from the theme park >:(" -Nomare "PFFFTT- L IMAGINE BEING TOO SHORT TO RIDE THE RIDES ANNDDD GET BANNED??" -Me "Be nice Misane,," -Ashley "No." -Me "How do you even get banned from a theme park?" -Namoto "im not gonna tellllllll" -Nomare "Okay guys- uh- we're gonna be stuck-" -Nanase "atleast ill have a news article to write about again- but what do we do??" -Arumu "spam call Teruhi." -Nomare "No." -Nanase "Spam call Teruhi!" "Good idea Misane-chan!" -Nanase "HEY-" -Nomare

Sataka bought an uno game at the theme park so Me, Arumu, Nanase and the file 02 cast gathered around in a circle in the garden and played uno - It turned into a screaming match needless to say:

*Sataka using hand sanitizer right after placing a card down bc he was first to go* "Didn't you literally buy the game??" -Arumu "That's not important Arumu! but are we not going to talk about on how Sataka just washed his mf gloves w hand sanitizer" -Nomare "Hey listen you never know!" -Sataka "I don't even want to think Abt what the hell you just did man, it scares me." -Me (I had gloves in source)

"I DONT HAVE A YELLOW OR A 5" -Ashley *Drawing cards* "I NOW HAVE 20 MORE CARDS AND STILL NOTHING TO PLACE WHAT IS THIS WHO SHUFFLED THIS-" -Ashley *Draws again* "Finally! wild card- colors now red" -Ashley "Reverse :3" -Me "MISANE-CHAN. 😭" -Ashley *drawing card" "NOT THIS AGAIN" -Ashley

"I'm sorry Nanase" -me placing down draw 4 card *Nanase placing draw 4 and we're playing stack* *Namato also placing a draw 4 card down* "I HATE ALL OF YOU." -Nomare

Nomare ended up w 50 cards at the end of that round /lh

"UNO!" -Namoto "HOW DID YOU GET SO LUCKY AND ONLY HAD REVERSES, STACKE AND WILDS WHAT THE HELL" -Arumu

"So sorry Nomare better luck next time" -Me "This is why I hate stack" -Nomare

"Im not even bothering counting how many cards ygs left me w" -Nomare "50." -Nanase "DAMN THAT WAS FAST. I can make use of this. Now help me with my math homework sir, what's 5 x 5" -Nomare "How are you ten and don't know your goddamn 5 times tables" -Nanase"

"Nanase everyone hates math name one person who likes math" -Me "Definitely not me" -Nanase "Exactly" -Me

"How do you manage to get 50 cards in uno I'm sure there's like one card you could've played??" -Shinobu (He wasnt playing with us so he just chimed in by this point) "YOU PLAY UNO WITH THESE MFS YOU GO TO STACK HELL" -Nomare pointing at me arumu, nanase and the BSS Trio *Everyone laughing*

I'm pretty sure everytime me Nanase, Arumu and the BSS Trio all came together and gathered around the garden we gave Shinobu a headache and to that I say it's 100 percent deserved; Nomare join in sometimes but nobody wanted to deal with him bc we were all annoyed w his shenanigans /lh

[fairytalequeer]

3, 7, 12, and 13 for the ask game ‼️💥💥 (im not typing out the titles for this LMAO) —@cephalophoricboyfriend

YIPPEE!! THANKS!! @cephalophoricboyfriend

ok i went off on this so im making it a read more bc. wow

3: "Dance, Dance" - Are there any songs you strongly associate with you and your f/o? Any specific lyrics from them that really gets you thinking of you two?

yes hahahahaha and i have a full playlist. of these. i will not be sharing that but im going to copy u and shuffle it and then share the song.

thats funny. literally shared this with friends the other day.

so im cheating here a bit but this is kind of paired with his other song in my playlist

i like to imagine "underground" is from the perspective of creature (s/i) whereas "i hear a symphony" is from the perspective of p/ardoes. lol. <- gay

Underground is definitely less clear with what it's about but to ME it's about falling in love- but the feeling is sudden and confusing and even scary with love hitting u like a god damn train. but in the end it's something precious and finally found

I Hear a Symphony is much more (traditionally) romantic. but yknow how it is im all about that cheesy shit. and listen. the person clearly has this. sense of wonder and treats this love like magic he's never experienced before ohhhhh my god

(this whole ask is already long as hell so if you WANT to see the lyrics i feel like just hearing the song/looking up the lyrics is enough to see what i mean. and how. they fit. and makes me think of them)

7: "7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen)" - Do you have any physical items (preferably something other than merch of them) that remind you of your f/o? What are they?

COOL: i have an f/o that DOES have merch

NOT COOL: He Is A Netherlands Themepark Mascot Meaning Me, A Californian, Has Little Access To It

COOL: ive made FRIENDS who have been able to give me THINGS. official merch i have now: a plush of him, a plush of a fishy from his ride, AND gay ass slippers that are like his jester shoes. i also have a lego of him ;w; it's not official but it's super cute and my friend built it for me

i also have fabric tulips i bought bc he's dutch lol. stuff with stars reminds me of him too. which works bc i love stars anyway,,

12: "Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows)" - Are there any interests of yours that your f/o just doesn’t seem to be able to get into? Are there any that they weren’t originally interested in but later came around to it?

yeah i think so! even though im a little bitch with scary stuff i think i am more open to horror than he is. i really love movies and i doubt some of the movies i like would be ones he would ever want to watch or enjoy. which is fine LOL he just has to like the ones im insane about (lotr, for example)

other than that i think most of my interests are something he'd at least enjoy. like maybe he's not as familiar with pet care/animals as i am (i have a Lot of different pets) but he's definitely not someone who is bad with animals either. AND there's gardening, which i really love and would. find his company during it really nice. i think he'd like it too (though not as consistently gardening as i would be doing)

13: "XO" - In what ways do you and your f/o don't exactly mesh well together?

a hard question since i am a creature of self indulgence and like to believe we mesh Very well all the time always. but the closest i can say is that he is much more extroverted and kind in general whereas i Am Not Those Things. he's a performer and i super am not. he's also very smart and devotes a lot of time to study and learning which i dont think i could do.

and on the flip side: he's not as aggressive and blunt with certain things. i think he CAN be very blunt (he IS an honest person and not exactly known to always be polite- mischievous jester and all that) but immediate aggression towards someone is not something i imagine him doing. and while he is also impulsive i think our impulsive natures can manifest in different ways. he probably wouldnt run head first into danger or assume the worst about someone who was being an ass. i (and creature, s/i) do these things lol

[northeastern-soul]

it was spring on a warm day early afternoon, you pulled into the driveway in the jeep, top down and music up. The driveway was still wet but the sun was out after a rainstorm, you had just gotten off work, you didn't know but I had cleaned the house for you, you came in and paused, you looked overwhelmed in a good way, surprised kinda like thank god, I was dreading chores😅 I gave you a warm smile and you rushed me for a hug, shuffling in and I picked you up and spun you.  You jumped on the Xbox and vented to me while you gamed and I was working on some sort of garden project😅 (no clue why you let me work on potting plants on the livingroom carpet🤣)

It kinda jumped to me asking if you still wanted to have people over for some party, you were tired but excited and it jumped to us in the kitchen getting things ready, I was teasing you cause you had some frosting on your cheek and I called you out for eating more then we were baking (no clue why we were baking) 🤣🤣 It fast forwarded to me spilling chips and the pups (The boys and a 3rd I don't recognize) getting them before we could. The party died down and people went home and we cleaned together, then were sitting on this back patio/porch and it was like, warm and kinda humid, but we were just chatting, you looked so radiant,  you had that look in your eyes and seemed at peace and l like your guard was down and you were happy with the day. You caught me giving you that look/ just staring at you while you spoke.

It was a simple dream but God you look so good in those moments you're relaxed or safe, and im so grateful I have it burned into my memory enough to see it in my dreams, it's literally one of the most amazing things I've ever seen 😅😅😅

Then I had that super short one I told you about, where it literally woke me up 😁😅😘

[soul-dwelling]

Also I wouldn't be surprised if the bug thing originally had another or an additional meaning besides as a metaphor for "humans strive for death, like moths for flames" - like its too specific as a thing to only get reduced to be Giovanis gimmick. I think the literall alien plot would make sense, of them turning planets into suns for their sustenance - but this would also mean the Soul Eater connection came a lot later (except if you wanna accept aliens as the backstory for Soul Eater lol)

I can forgive coincidences, especially when it fits a theme to the story or a character’s motif. 

Giovanni is a bug man, and it has been bugs all along that turn people into Infernals? Sure, go for it, it’s literature, this doesn’t have to be realistic, it just has to fit the vibe and not take people out of the story. 

It didn’t take me out of the story, so that was fine. (Especially compared to how the meta stuff and prequel stuff really took me out of the story and made me stop caring about how the plot would end and what happened to the characters.) 

And for me anyway the Giovanni and bug stuff all just meshed well together and was one of the few parts of the series I enjoyed. The moth to a flame line? That line hits hard. The idea of bugs being aliens, something that has been a conspiracy theory or a part of supernatural lore long before Fire Force? Yes, as you said, it ties into the literal alien plot and makes sense. That all works and made Giovanni and the Hoods more engaging as villains: it tapped into something with history, something you could play around with visually and thematically, something like bugs that bring so many connotations, mostly negative (hiding in the shadows, feasting on decay and death) but some positive so that, when Shinra wins the day, these same icons can be reversed into something more uplifting (the garden motif with Iris, meaning that of course bugs still serve a purpose to this world, despite whatever negative connotations humans attach to them with their silly beliefs). 

Too bad, in my opinion, the bug motif got lost in the shuffle of all the other thematic approaches to designing the Hoods later: did we really need a snake and scorpion motif with the Purple Smoke, did we really need a zombie and stitched motif with Ritsu, did we really need a dragon motif and a metal motif? It felt like when DuckTales 2017 thought it was being clever with all the iterations of Beagle Boy trios when they all just came across as uninspired one-note gags--only with Fire Force, it felt either like Easter Eggs to Soul Eater (until suddenly, no, it’s no longer Easter Eggs, it’s probably that Orochi and Sasori are ancestors of the Gorgon siblings) or stuff that could be Easter Eggs but were still fun visually and thematically (Ritsu’s stitched design and zombie ability) or just underdeveloped (the metals) or forced setup and payoff for the finale (of course there is a Hood named Dragon to fight our knight Arthur--boring). 

And, to build on something else you said, Soul Eater didn’t seem to make it obvious that it had any aliens in it, aside from potentially the Clowns on the Moon. Fire Force worked better for me when it did stuff that Soul Eater didn’t: here is religious discussion, here are governmental conspiracies, here is taking death series, here are aliens. To reduce all of that to a prequel saps the differences between the two stories and their settings, and it just opens more boring questions as to why none of this stuff ever had an obvious presence in Soul Eater. 

[muirneach]

listening to modern country makes you do the worst mental gymnastics! i’m SCOURING the depths of the internet trying to find out whether some guy is a hardcore right winger or not all so i can enjoy a bit of twangy guitar and deep vocals