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deadghosy · 3 months

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Do you know about the Welcome Home fandom? So what about Wally Darling!Reader?

HAZBIN HOTEL X WALLY DARLING! READER

prompt: you are a greeter of the hazbin hotel! Who knew a muppet looking demon could be so colorful.

You are so soft spoken! Like that soft voice you have can hypnotize anyone into doing anything.

“hello, welcome to the hazbin hotel. i’m your greeter.” You say with a “:D” face

You’re so colorful and you’re definitely shorter than Lucifer…i can see Lucifer picking you up like a damn doll at times as you just smile with your muppet ass smile.

You’re just TOO DAMN CUTEEE! 🦆💗 literally even husk grumbles and gives you apples by the bar for you to stop giving him those doe eyes you give him when you are needy for apples.

I feel because of your muppet look, it would bring attention to yourself as a muppets looking demon is quite rare around the pentagram city, or even hell itself as Lucifer and Charlie have a muppet or Marionette look.

Literally you are friends with Lucifer because of it and he finds your muppet look adorable. Even with your 3 ft height. (Yes I looked up his height and damn he short as hell!😭)

You are just chilling after greeting some new sinners in the hotel as you read the news paper, Lucifer comes out of no where. Dead ass reads the newspaper trying to understand your likes and dislikes.

“Lu-Lu?” You said softly as Lucifer awkwardly smiles and does finger guns at you. “Oh what a coincidence? What are you doing here..?” He says awkwardly as he sweatdrops at his attempt to start a conversation with you. “I live here?” You said raising a brow sitting down the newspaper.

“Oh I do too! What a very crazy thing?!” He says pointing his finger at himself as he poofs away in embarrassment as you just sat there…..*cue in pure confusion*

Alastor would not hate you because you are colorful, lemme be realistic. You two would be mutuals. Not like “oh I hate you but you are cool” type shit. I mean you two are the people who wave at each other but never approach each other because you don’t know if they like you fr. 🥲

One time a sinner had shoulder bumped you on purpose thinking you wasn’t gonna do anything…BUT NAH! YOU GRABBED THAT MF BY HIS NECK AS A SHADOW COVERS YOUR FACE, only leaving your eyes showing as you kick they ass out. You ain’t dealin' with no bullshit at this establishment. And for your friend’s sake.

Angel likes to play with makeup with your face since it’s calling out for his makeup kit. Literally he does blue eyeshadow on you.

I headcannon you wear blue eyeshadow just like how Wally’s eyelid is blue up there. Dead ass it would be cute if it was just blue eye shadow and you had a natural blush on your cheeks. You are quite beautiful reader💗😘

Since Angel is a drag queen, he would also try to make you wear drag queen makeup only for you to sneeze at how much product he used…yeah he never used it on your face.

You’re beautiful natural anyway…just don’t sneeze in his face. Ever again.

You definitely look like you listen to 1970-80’s jazz music as you dance in the lobby with Alastor nodding along happy. Just two jazz buddies liking jazz.

I can imagine Charlie trying to hold you back from eating the fruit gift basket for the guests…you’re only aiming for the damn apples as your mouth was drooling for it.

Imagine Vox has you on his channel because he brided you with apples. He stalked you through your tv you had that has rainbows and apples on it-

Well anyways Alastor “recused” you because you just sat there “begging” to be saved is what he saved when you munched on an apple confused by why Alastor came to take you away from Vox.

If you and Lucifer hung out doing hobbies together, which he suggested. You’re panting a portrait as he makes a duck based off of you….he can’t help but show affection of making you a duck version of yourself.

Niffty and you definitely get along well as hell! As you two have the same fashion taste as you both will dance to the genre of music you guys like.

With you being the greeter, you always have a soft smile and a soft approach to make the guest and residents feel safe in the hotel.

Sir Pentious will absolutely admire you…like a friend crush. He just wants to be your friend but you are too pure to approach as he thinks he won’t be cool enough to be your friend.

Imagine Valentino seeing you shopping and he tried to approach you only for a red smoke to cover you as you blinked confused to see an overprotective Lucifer smiling at you as you had teleported to the hotel. But with Lucifer, you could see his real feelings as you felt confused.

After a few months you and Pentious became friends because of one of his egg boiz named Frank said his “boss” wants to be friends with you. You giggled and nodded as you and sir Pentious do trust exercises together when Charlie host them.

Husk had dilated eyes and purr at you because you scratched under his chin which made him snap out of his cat daze and slap your hand as you giggle with a soft gaze.

I headcannon Velvette to be your girl who makes your outfits in primary colors. Like that or just cute aesthetic kid core fits. 💗‼️

I can see how reader always gives balloons to sinners who had trouble reliving their childhood. So they give balloons out to the sinners who had childhood trauma. You are a greeter, and a hell of a good one. 🦆💗

Imagine how Wally! Reader has those safety pins that say “Welcome!” And it’s so cute because you made them a t hand and Lucifer saw his you had effort in it so he made you more to give out to the guests.

I feel like Valentino will try to get you under his contract so he can use your pretty look since you seem like a femboy….but really you’re just a little guy who likes apples and his friends.

YOU’RE ONLY 12 APPLES TALL! 😨

But the hazbin crew literally cockblock him to the point he just stops doing he was trying to do to you.

I can see Lucifer trying to impress you at times as he never has a friend that had a cute appearance like you so your blank eye stare always catches him off as you just stand there smiling so adorably.

I headcannon waking up to find an apple by your night stand as a note reads “hope you like the apple, my angel!”- Lu-Lu. You just blinked at the apple completely ignoring the note and eating the apple as you smile at the taste.

“…yummy apppleee….” You say until you open your eyes looking at the note. “Wait what.”

You had gave Lucifer back an apple basket with rubber ducks that had painted apples not it for your appreciation of the apples he gave you

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risunsky · 7 months

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Art ref: Klimt, the Medicine. (It's not the whole painting, I wouldn't have had the time and I preferred a version focused on the character.) I thought this one suited the Cardinal well, as the snake is very present in his attires. In the original work, the bodies represent the different states of human suffering. For my version, I chose to stick with skeletal silhouettes, which can be understood either as a nod to the Dance Macabre, or as the image of death and decrepitude brought on by sin (the apple and all that, as we saw a character closely resembling Copia holding out the apple on a backdrop…wink wink) I had to adapt the background a little by not placing the silhouettes in exactly the same place and not reproducing exactly the same motifs, it wouldn't have made sense.

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notjustjavierpena · 7 months

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Heat

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: Many many moons ago (this might be an exaggeration), I wrote a direct message to @undercoverpena about one of her text posts that sent me into a horny spiral. I loved it. You can read the text post here. At lot happened since then, and I bet you all that she must have forgotten or thought I would not finish it, but alas I return from the dead.

Summary: Javier looks so delicious doing hard work under the sun. The kids aren’t home. Heat is not just what the sun gives, it can also be a state of your body.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, clit stim, piv sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, javi p is sweaty and you are horny

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51636391

Heat

It’s a thousand degrees outside.

It’s the beginning of autumn and it’s boiling hot, so warm that one cannot fully enjoy the weather when it makes everything feel crispier. You’ll be damned if you are going to spend the sparse and sacred hours of being childfree inside your house with a pout though, because your father-in-law has the kids after a long period of him being unable to babysit.

One would think that now that your three children are in Abuelo Chucho’s hands, it would mean having a long-awaited, as well as well-deserved, date night with your husband, but Javier has decided to spend the day renovating the back porch in the heat. You haven’t rolled your eyes at him yet, but the urge has been there several times.

You sit on the porch swing, dangling your feet just above the wooden boards that are soon to be removed and replaced. There’s a glass of cold lemonade in your hand, a bee buzzing somewhere nearby.

Javier is in the shed at the back of the garden. You can hear him move things around, occasionally letting out a swear word moments after something clatters to the floor with a loud bang.

You sip your lemonade through its straw. The honey bee has found the bush of lavender, and you let your eyes close to listen to the sounds of late summer, the start of fall. The sun dances on your lids, sweat forms at the small of your back just above your shorts and right below your cropped t-shirt.

After a few minutes where you’ve leaned back into the backrest of the porch swing, and nearly fallen asleep, you hear Javier returning. Automatically, your eyes open at hearing him speak.

“Hey, enjoying yourself?” He has come over to peck your lips. You allow it, holding up the glass of lemonade afterward to watch his lips close around the straw. He takes a long sip whilst his eyes are fixed on yours.

“Gotta stay hydrated if you want to work in this heat,” you note.

“Just gonna be all pretty sitting there and watching me?” He asks after swallowing, and you have to force yourself to look away from the way his Adam's Apple bobs.

“Mh-hm,” you nod without saying much, knowing you’ll break if you try to get an actual sentence out.

“Alright,” he just replies, and you swear you catch some sort of undertone in his voice. He kisses you again, lingering a second too long for you to be indifferent towards it, and then stretches again. A less collected version of you wants to undo his belt right there, but you let him go instead. Not without regret though.

And then he starts working, dragging planks across the soon-naked porch deck, and you start sweating even more at the sight. Even moreso at the grunts he elicits during his labor.

Javier is beautiful underneath the burning sun, sweat-slicked chest hair peeking out from under his grayish shirt that he has unbuttoned at the top. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows because they cannot go up any further than that, tightening around the beginnings of his biceps and causing your head to swim when you think about those arms around you.

You allow yourself to ogle him as he is lost in the task. The straw in your lemonade sits in your mouth, your tongue curling around it briefly before you sip to clench your thirst. There’s sweat collecting on Javier’s brow, threatening to drip down, and when it finally does slide down the side of his head, your eyes burn from refraining from blinking as you watch the beads roll down his neck and into the clavicle of it. You press your thighs together.

The gray shirt has darkened in color around his shoulders due to dampness. Whenever Javier turns his back to you, you can see the darker patch has reached his lower back too. Your tongue darts out to lick at nothing around your mouth, and you know that your husband would laugh at you if he saw it.

There’s something dirty about watching the way he brushes slick hair from his forehead. He has knelt down on the deck by now, occasionally on all fours when he reaches for something in front of himself, and when he gets really concentrated, straining his back muscles so much that the shirt starts fighting for its life, he pulls a face that nearly makes you fall off the porch swing.

You bite your lip, choose your words but none seems to do the job so you settle for something more simple, “Javi.”

“Sí, mi amor?” Javier doesn’t look up.

You remind yourself that he has talked about redoing the porch since his father agreed to take the kids. You won’t spoil it for him, and you know that a half-finished project with three kids is not an ideal situation for you, so you compose yourself.

“I think I need to get out of the sun for a bit, can I get you some water?” You ask instead of getting on your knees to beg - or more - and then you walk past him.

“Sure,” he replies as you pass him, and it makes you unable to see the smirk on his face, “Water would be great. Thanks, honey.”

Inside the kitchen, you fill a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. You even get a few ice cubes from the tray in your freezer but instead of dumping them into your husband’s drink, you hold them against your chest with a sigh of relief. Something burns in the pit of your stomach, even more when you return to the porch and hand Javier the glass of water. He hasn’t gotten less enticing; shirt clinging to him, hair sticking to his forehead, a groan as he gets up from the floor.

“Should be done by tomorrow,” he says as he takes the glass from your hand, causing a bolt of electricity to shoot down your spine as your fingers brush. It’s ridiculous since both of you know that he is yours already.

“Mm-hm,” you watch him gulp down nearly all of his drink.

And then he does something that you might never recover from; he pours the remaining water over himself in an attempt to cool down. It wets his hair even more, and he runs his thick fingers through it to shake out the excess droplets.

Time stands still. Your heart hammers in your chest, pulse traveling through your veins until you can feel the throbbing of each heartbeat between your legs. You press your thighs together and let out a whimper of breath.

“Baby?” You say softly to earn a hm? It feels shameful to meet Javier’s eyes. However when you do, you notice his pupils have dilated in desire, gaze flickering down your body for the shortest time, and you choose to strike.

You step into Javier’s personal space, hand reaching up to lie on his chest. The soft pads of your fingers rest on his skin where his buttons are undone, and you try to keep a doe-eyed look on your face as you rub his exposed skin gently.

“I was thinking,” you start, trail off.

“Yes?” He drags the word out. You can hear the smirk on his face but it feels too vulnerable to look him in the eye.

“Since we’re alone,” you continue, gaze fixated on the chest hair that is exposed in the heat, “And since there’s air conditioning inside, we could do something together.”

“Do what?” He says like someone who has figured you out. His strong hand comes up to wrap around your wrist, lifting your palm to his mouth. He kisses it.

Your face burns with embarrassment at the fact that you can barely contain yourself in his presence. That and the fact that it is usually so easy, so why does it feel so difficult to ask for what you want?

“You know what.”

“I need you to say it, need you to ask for it, mi vida,” he teases and places your hand on the side of his face. He releases a breath at your touch, eyes fluttering closed so you feel brave enough to look up at his face. He leans further into you and looks as ready as you to give in.

“I need you to touch me,” your voice trembles. Javier just barely shudders at hearing your words, opening his eyes once more to reveal their darkened color.

“Touch you where?” Javier continues his little game. He mirrors you, touches your face too, “Here?”

“No.”

His hand moves down to brush your neck, “Here then? It must be here.”

“No,” you shake your head, “Please, Javi.”

Javier’s hand slides down your front and settles on the exposed skin of your belly. It causes you to hold your breath. Then it goes down, slips past the elastic band of your shorts and into your damp underwear. You gasp as two of his fingers slide through the wetness between your legs, tips finding your pulsing clit immediately after. Thank God you have hedges around the back garden and thank God that they’re tall enough to keep prying eyes away from the scene that unfolds.

“What about here? I hope it’s here because I don’t want to stop,” he rubs you off slowly until your legs start to shake underneath you. He works his fingers back and forth, from side to side, one on either side of your clit and something builds and builds and—

You come with a little cry and bury your face in Javier’s chest. Your hand on the side of his face falls down to his shoulder which you grip as you soak your underwear even more, thighs trapping his hand as they clamp together. As your head spins, Javier chuckles out a swear word above you.

“Never gets old,” he adds and you start giggling.

After a few seconds of letting you breathe, Javier cups your face and lifts your lips to his own in a kiss that tells you everything you need to know, where you’re heading, which direction. You kiss him back slowly and he licks the inside of your mouth, guides you toward the screen door that leads inside of the house. He has you, you want to say, body and soul.

“Let me take my beautiful wife to bed,” he begs and you nod repeatedly, mumbling a soft plea. He peppers you with sweet kisses that turn more heated as you get closer to the bedroom door. He toes off his shoes on the way, leaving them forgotten in the hallway along with pieces of clothing that he sheds you and himself of.

When you’re both naked, sticking together from the sweat that is already shining on your skin, he hoists you up and carries you to the bed effortlessly. You cling to him by wrapping your limbs around his body, and he kneels down on the bed and places you on your back - and then he doesn’t leave but instead melts into you.

“Te deseo mucho, mi amor,” he murmurs and crushes you so heavenly with his weight, connecting his lips to your throat and sucking a purple mark onto your skin. You’ll scold him for it later but right now, you simply whine. His voice vibrates against your neck, “You really thought all I was gonna do was redo the stupid porch? Not do you?”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you bite back with no real hostility, first snorting at his choice of words and then letting out a sigh as he continues tasting your salty skin, “I was ready to go insane, so please fuck me.”

“Dramatic as ever,” he teases and then holds himself up with one arm so he can reach down between your bodies. You bend your legs and let your knees fall out to the sides, breath hitching until it becomes a whimper when the head of Javier’s cock slides through your folds.

“Please,” you say, and have never been so willing. His cockhead catches on your clit, and your moan comes out a lot louder than intended. You are just about to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize you don’t have to; you can cry and whine and scream all you want to. It makes you yearn for him in a newfound sense and makes you want to scream already.

“Paciencia, mi amor,” he tuts but still reads your mind. He enters you a moment later, pushing inside easily from the slick that’s already smearing your inner thighs. He groans as you take him, eyes intensely focused on yours whilst stretching your pussy open in a delicious sting. Your hands find his broad shoulders instead of their usual place clamped down on your mouth. You let yourself be noisy as you adjust.

“That’s it,” he slurs, “Be noisy all you want. Good girl.”

When he pulls out and eases back in, the two of you moan in unison. He does it again but follows it up with a breathless laugh when your noises already climb in pitch.

“I know, baby, I know,” he says soothingly as if you’ve hurt yourself.

But then he shows no mercy and speeds up. His rhythm becomes something else entirely; hard and fast, sending the eyes in your head rolling backward into your skull with a f-fuck dripping from your lips.

Everything is so different. Usually, you breathe so deeply into each other’s bodies, connecting your lips whenever the other is about to give away what the two of you are doing to the rest of the house. Your noses will bump against each other as you are impossibly close to one another, an occasional h-ah escaping your mouth or a low grunt from Javier’s, and if not even a kiss can cover up the noises, Javier’s strong hand or your own will cover your mouth as you cry through the most intense orgasms a man has ever given you.

But now. Oh God. Javier is making you sing until the house is shaking, every noise bouncing off the walls to ricochet right back to your ears. You can hear yourself sound obscene as he makes you come a second time, wanton moans falling from your slack mouth. You tremble, thighs jiggling along his sides as he drives his cock into you to prolong your pleasure.

“There you are, Christ, you are perfect,” he praises, continues to pound your oversensitive cunt, “Let it all out, baby.”

“More,” you beg, “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunts.

You reach down between your legs as best as you can, already thinking of a third orgasm now that your clit is untouched. If not only to shout yourself hoarse.

Javier traps you between his arms, propping himself up on his forearms and sliding his fingers into your hair. He tugs slightly as he rolls his hips, pain erupting from your sensitive follicles and adding to your third high that is building.

You circle your clit fast, barely able to contain yourself as your cunt goes off into delicious spasm. You think you might actually start crying with how intense it feels, Javier’s cock twitching inside of you whilst he moans too. He buries his face in your shoulder.

“Don’t pull out,” you gasp up at the ceiling, nails creating little crescent marks on the muscles of his broad shoulder, “Javi, oh fuck, come in me. Don’t pull out. Pleasepleaseplease.”

The comment makes Javier pull back a little, raising himself on his elbow to look down at you. His fingers are still in your hair, an occasional moan tumbles out of his mouth as he continues reaching deep inside of you, and his eyes bore into yours. He furrows his brow from being so close, barely able to speak from how ragged his breathing is.

“What—?” He grunts. Any moment now.

“Not ovulating,” you moan back at him, tightening your legs around his waist to punctuate your want, your need. You try meeting his every thrust to encourage his own high, “Please, baby. Need you to come in me.”

“Mierda, estas una chica sucia,” his hips stutter, “You love getting filled to the brim, don’t you?”

You nod frantically.

“Just want me to keep knocking your sweet cunt up, huh?” He moans.

“Yes. Whole fucking football team.”

“C’mere,” he catches your mouth in a heated kiss, nodding slightly, but it turns messy as soon as he gets to orgasm. He whimpers into your mouth when he is just on the brink, and then he gasps as the first rope of come starts to fill you. You let out a big sigh against his mouth for show, taking everything he has to give you whilst he shudders in your arms.

It takes a moment to calm down. Your arms rest beside your head and your eyes close, trying to calm your heavy breathing. Above you, Javier hisses when he pulls out of you and you can immediately feel his come dripping out of you.

Javier kisses your exposed chest. He slides his hands up your forearms to eventually hold each of your hands, flopping down onto you again.

“Ice water,” you say after a while of laying together like this.

“Hm?” He squeezes your hands.

“Go get some ice water, your wife is boiling.”

“Fine,” he groans.

When he comes back, he has also brought a towel and you spend the rest of the afternoon trailing ice cubes across your warm skin after cleaning yourself up. It’ll be easier to work in the colder evening sun anyway.

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anantaru · 1 year

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— favorite spot you kiss them on

including albedo, scaramouche, zhongli, al-haitham x gn! reader

genre: fluff, kissing, a little heated

— albedo

frankly, albedo was quite keen on any place you would place your lips on, really didn't matter to him where.

yet, well, when you quietly settle on his lap, he'd first be reluctant to pull you close to him, not that he doesn't want to of course, because you see, he was of a shy nature in that precise facet.

no matter how reserved he was, he after a while, will gather you close to his chest so you could easily place your head on his shoulder, lowly drifting your eyes through his otherworldly, handsome features.

your index finger rotated over his clothed collarbones before dancing over the edge of his shirt, gently hooking your digit into the garment to meet his bare neck.

"you look tired, 'bedo." you speak and he lightly tilted his head, allowing you to proceed.

"no matter, i'm almost finished my research for this day."

on a warm huff, he fairly nudged your head a little as his body shivered at the trifling lace of your warm breathing on his neck, right on top of his birthmark, the sign which was particularly precious and personal to him.

with your touch, you fade into his occupied thoughts, more so when a single finger brushed over the edges of his birthmark, tracing the symbol along his trembling skin. "we should cook together today."

you spin your finger teasingly, pulling it away before suffocating the distance from your lips to his neck, plastering a featherlight peck.

"alright, we will."

albedo held tighter on you now, his adams apple stiffly bobbing against his throat with each kiss you gifted him.

as your venture continued, his body was on the brink of falling limp, your lips were fitting and warm on top of his flesh, thoroughly occupying the deeply sensitive spot on him.

now, his head was steadily laid against yours, embracing a new version of intimacy on each other and relaxing, cozying up until albedo finished the last work load of the day.

— scaramouche

given scaramouche's prior hard comings, he had a troubling time with permitting someone close to him.

in nearly every instance in the past, his body would flinch at each touch from you, but after all, scaramouche was sure you were the one, it stung in him, that very emotion only you brought out right from within.

or perhaps he had just become more acquainted with you and the notion of subtle intimacy, now being the one to normally approach it first.

you were glowing and he couldn't see himself get satiated by your looks alone, not when your warm palms were gathering his trembling cheeks, drawing him near you.

garnering him, your heart stammered, your lips a hairbreadth parted from a burning euphoria.

you placed a lenient, subtle kiss on his forehead, following closely, you leaned yourself back to sweetly nudge his nose before ultimately, connecting to his cold lips.

scaramouche melted into you right away, he practically stumbled forward, that's how much he was anticipating that moment from you.

a light wrinkle converged on his forehead as he concentrated more than he should, essentially still wobbly on his offer to your call, holding his breath and giving himself up to you.

a kiss, close yet subtle, nothing more than that, as you in a trice, broke away with a relaxing, warm smile, eyes linking up promptly.

he flickered down his eyes to your lips again, feebly setting his palm on your cheek when he set his thumb on top of your mouth, without hurrying, tracing from left corner to the right corner.

dedicating his voice to one last question, he spoke, "can i kiss you this time?"

— zhongli

the specific gut feeling in the pits of zhongli's stomach whenever you touched and held him within reach, transpired an intimate reaction on him.

either way, as meticulous as it was, it wouldn't compare to his most dearest spot, his hands and scars.

weightless, that's how your touch felt on him, as you carefully dragged each hand out of his leather gloves, placing the material on the side.

they're pretty and calloused, his fingers were slender and clean but slightly rough around the edges. Besides, a simple touch and caress, was all the more personal with the right person.

it was only you he desired, he cradled with his palms when you too, closed the distance to have them in your hands.

before anything, you will gently brush your thumbs over each knuckle and ridge, tracing the muscles and faint lines of his silken skin, small scars becoming visible in the margins.

overwhelmed with your devotion and care, zhongli did not speak, rather did he give rein to you because his soul understood, perceived and accepted you.

"you have a few scars there." you pointed out the obvious, wiggling your thumb over a pretty abused spot that didn't heal entirely, it must've been of a peculiar, dangerous memory.

sitting upright in front of you, zhongli beheld his gaze on your face, a modest smile whittling on the corners of his mouth.

"yes, but i do not remember where i have gotten it from."

his head plummeted to the side as if he was striving to find an answer as you quietly laughed in return, bit by bit, bringing the scars to your parted lips.

the usual tense muscles in his shoulders relaxed while surveying his eyes on you, paying attention to your further steps.

once assembling his hand towards your face, you delicately smothered each and every scar, offering every blemish the same desiring treatment.

your eyes glared at him from under your lashes, earnestly asking, "how does that feel to you?"

his mouth began to tremble and twitch at the profound sensation of closeness shared right this second.

"it appeals to me."

his warm breathing was expelled from his throat at his sincere admittance, "quite a lot."

this alone had prevented zhongli to say anything at all after his last spoken words, rather he was sure that it was you who could make him feel alive and flourishing again— after all those years he had lived and perceived himself as numb.

— al-haitham

with how alhaitham would normally hold himself in front of other individuals, he was uncharacteristically different with you, at least uncommonly for people who did not know him.

offering his warm welcome to you after arriving to your home from work, you accepted his call and nurtured his tired muscles.

averse from his usual approach, with you, al-haitham's confidence could suffer from your exhilarating, familiar aura surrounding his body.

his gaze shortly lifted to you as you nudged yourself into his neck, gathering his musky, earthy scent in your nostrils. His heartbeat was steady and hammered in a calm manner, vibrating through your skin.

you listened to his every word and breathing, certainly was, that like this, you were more private and dear than almost in any other occasion.

with how close as you were, your lips garnered the courage to plant a sweet kiss along his jaw, lowly nibbling on the thin skin.

al-haitham didn't reply to your gesture, additionally he was pleased and fancied by those subtle touches.

you urged him while never faltering your main aim on his shivering flesh, "tell me more about your day."

one of your hands were located right above his strong chest, where his heart was firmly pummeling in. He found comfort in you, his vigorous arm now entirely winded around you.

"there's not much to tell other than plenty of headaches."

at this, you laughed, consoling his weary, sleepy expression, lingering persistence applying on your featherlight kisses on the underside of jaw, never floundering your attention, essentially sinking to his neck at last to continue.

"leave it to me baby." you speak, tracing your hand down the rills of his stomach, up and down, up and down, "just relax for me, okay?"

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Rituals for moon phases

according to your astrology, manifestations, affirmations and offerings .

Full moon

Please note that all of this can be followed and done by anyone regardless of their placements 🌷 they're intuitive and research based 🌷

Aries : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon is about manifesting, as an Aries you are to be really focused on yourself, you're born in this lifetime to embody the energy of your own self and give to yourself,

You can consider doing , self confidence spells , manifestation to get leadership positions , or just being happy in general.

" Ithe energy of the full moon to lets me embody the highest most confident and abundant version of myself , i hold strength and assertiveness in all times , i hold kindness and pure energy that my soul is born with , I work with the universe to live my life potential fully "

Offerings as an Aries to nature / god's / the moon :

Chamomile

Cinammon

Apple

A dance , acrobatic moves , yoga

Tattoos

A walk

Red candles

Taurus : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about being stable grounded in sync asking the power that is already yours you're connected to nature and your own gifts .

Your lifetime is of conception of beauty and of appreciation of creation and to create as a form of endearment.

" The energy of the full moon makes me abundant and divinely blessed I'm in tune with my feminine energy and in sync with my creative abilities I see the world with the eyes of an observer I stay grounded beautiful and blessed "

Offerings as a Taurus to nature / god's / the moon :

Makeup

Roses

Dresses

Skincare

Handmade crafts

Paintings

Rose quartz

Red Jasper

Gemini : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about open communication feeling the energy of your throat chakra , embodying teen like wonder and the portal to infinite curiosity

Your lifetime is of watching , knowing , exploring learning and giving knowledge

" The energy of the full moon blesses my mind and my heart my intelligence, curiosity and wonder is overflowing I'm filled with knowledge and the urge to know more , i put my words into actions and live life how I want to "

Offerings as a Gemini to nature / god's / the moon :

Writings

Crafts

Rosemary

Mugwort

Sodalite

Jade

Bloodstone

Drinks

Cancer : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about embodying yourself fully , the emotions the feelings , it is also a time to manifest things , you're the most powerful this time but also very vulnerable remember to stand your ground as manifestation requires the stableness as well as the dream .

" The full moon brings me deep realisations about myself and the things around me I'm grateful blessed and ready to absorb good energies from good sources and repel the negative I'm fully blooming I'm blessed "

Offerings as a cancer to nature / god's / the moon :

Datura

White flowers

Milk , bread

Moonstone

Selenite

Sage

Water = ( you can use it later as moon water )

Rice

Leo : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about awakening the beast within you and this beast doesn't destroy but it destroys the selective negativities and the limiting beliefs, it calls upon you to believe in your own divine power the natural energy of strength that you embody .

" The full moon empowers me to believe in myself and I call upon the most blessed opportunities in my life , I know my courage goes beyond everything and with that courage in my heart I'll get everything "

Offerings as a Leo to nature / god's / the moon :

Honey

Fire offerings like candles , campfires

Red Jasper

Citrine

Cranberries

Dragonsblood

Red or orange flowers

Virgo : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about rising in your calling now that you know who you are it's about maintaining the valor and the confidence to be unshaken and unwavering in your divine power . You're intelligent and awakened

"The full moon empowers me to use my abilities for the best of me and the people around me I'm grounded , smart and always channeling the best version of myself , the creation , the invention is all in my hands , I'm getting all the best "

Offerings as a virgo to nature / god's / the moon :

Wood

Stationery items

Fluorite

Portfolio, manifesto

Twigs and stones

Pyrite

Drawings

Libra : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about finding balance in your life , you my dear are super powerful because you can walk with logic as well as emotional like miley said you're the best of both worlds it's time to get back to who you are at heart.

" The full moon empowers me to manifest the best energies in equal form and importance I'm the masculine and the feminine the container and the flow , the logic and the intuition I'm whole I'm complete I'm expanding"

Offerings as a Libra to nature / god's / the moon :

Opal / opalite

Makeup

Drawings

Witch hazel

Advice a friend

Tea with various herbs

Neem

Scorpio : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about connecting to your energies whether light or dark , your energy is flowing with strength and valour , your mystery is divine and you're attracting the raw power of the full moon at this time .

" The full moon empowers me to accept all the parts of myself the ones that I enjoy the ones that I hide the ones that I wanna embody I'm mysterious, sexy and alluring I get closer to my desires with each moment"

Offerings as a scorpio to nature / god's / the moon :

Obsidian

Moldavite

Orgasms

Spell jars

Stones pebbles dead organisms

Radical changes in your life like - " I'm gonna stop people pleasing" , " I will no longer over spend " etc

Sagittarius : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about embodying the eternal wisdom of the undying moon before you and after you to have the power to travel not only in the physical realm but also in mental and spiritual senses , you're the teacher the hierophant you're embodying yourself now

" The full moon empowers me to recognise my own potential and take steps towards embodying my full energy I know I'm capable of travels and wisdom in the physical, mental and astral I'm forever growing and forever protected "

Offerings as a Sagittarius to nature / god's / the moon :

Travel to a forest , with a pendulum and follow the directions

A walk

A book , stationery

Sodalite

Amethyst

Compass

Capricorn : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about gaining power over you routines and you goals , for yourself and for others to be more assertive and loving to yourself, you know that discipline is the greatest act of love and you act towards it with each phase of moon you are stronger and braver

" The full moon empowers me to gain my clarity in every situation, I get good insights and logic guides me to my greatest self i set standards for myself and for others I attract all that i desire because it's already mine "

Offerings as an Capricorn to nature / god's / the moon :

Manifestations or list of things you'd like to achieve

Garnet

Setting routines

Fenugreek

Fruits mainly green to brown toned

Spend time in nature

Hit the gym

Aquarius : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is about breaking patterns and getting in touch with the real you , you know you're not here to conform to any norm , you know that one finds the other weird only because they can't do what you can do , you're getting closer to your truth because you're not afraid .

" The full moon empowers me to be myself and bring in necessary changes for me and for others , I know the rules and i break the rules when required, i believe in my power and the power of my choices I'm at my best and at full bloom "

Offerings as an Aquarius to nature / god's / the moon :

Pot / vessel , soup pot

Honey

Amethyst

Do something you are scared to do

Pour the plants with water

Basil

Visit a childcare, heathcare ,

Pisces : moon /sun/ rising / Jupiter/ Venus

Full moon to you is to connect to your highest self to the eternal spiritual beautiful brimming human you are , if Aquarius is the vessel you're the flowing water always nourished and wise and flowing with beauty.

"The full moon empowers me to connect to my intuitive powers and be excellent in all my pursuits I'm eternally creative , powerful and blessed , all my dreams and manifestations come true , I create my ways for my best version to arise I'm blessed in all ways "

Offerings as an pisces s to nature / god's / the moon :

Daydreaming

Walks

Sodalite

Water

Shells

Skincare and self-love

Thank you so much for reading, have a great day/night ahead 🤍

#astrologer #astrology #astro community #vedic astrology #sidereal astrology #astrology readings #astrology signs #astro #astrology community #astrology placements #full moon #moon phases

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THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS SHURI UDAKU DOES

keeps an eye on you. whether it be physically or virtually, shuri always knows where you are. she keeps tabs on your whereabouts; this became a very important thing for her after the passing of her mother. she tries to not be overbearing, but she likes to know where you are in case something happens/emergencies. and, honestly, you don't really mind. you could even say that you like how protective she is—it makes you feel loved and looked after.

is physically verbal. now, i'm not sure this makes sense lmao BUT i think her body language is very readable, and that is what i mean by 'physically verbal.' like, if she wants something, it'll be pretty obvious; she'll either grow clingy or has a very specific expression on her face. going off of that, sometimes she'll look stare at you really fucking intensely. most of the time she doesn't mean to, it just happens (but i know y'all saw how she was staring at riri in wakanda forever!!). PLUS she enjoys the way you can't stand still when she gives you the look.

invites you as her plus one. no matter what it is, if shuri has to attend, chances are she's convinced you to go as well. in addition to liking your company, she's glad that she doesn't have to face whatever event she's going to alone. you keep her grounded and she likes that.

always has an arm around you. assuming that you're shorter than her (for the sake of this post shuri is 5'9 like her comic book counter part), shuri will take any chance that she gets to hold you against her. she's a big fan of the way your body feels pressed against hers. but she also loves when you take the initiative and, for example, back-hug her while she's working in the lab. honestly, she's just a big softy when it comes to physical contact, so you should definitely reciprocate her loving touches.

makes you gadgets. i like to think that one of her love languages is gift-giving, so with that being said, she would be more than happy to make you your own version of kimoyo jewelry and teach you how to properly use the beads. additionally, if you are involved in a more dangerous field of work, she'll see through that your weapons always function to the best of their abilities, with constant tuning and updates that follow.

shares her culture with you. this is probably one of her absolute favorite things. next to teaching you how to make wakandan food, she adores teaching you traditional dances—it's an excuse to have fun with you and let you see a deeper side of her. shuri cherishes the smaller moments where she has your absolute attention as she shows/teaches you something.

stretching after she's been idle for a long period of time. with the way she's constantly hunched over something in her lab, seeing her finally stand and stretch her stiff limbs is one of your favorite things. you love the sliver of toned abdomen that gets exposed and the hint of a hidden adam's apple that flashes in exposure as she rolls her neck.

geeking about science-y things. she is the absolute cutest when she gets all excited about her experiments and projects. sometimes she'll even let you help her and then she gets to guide your hands and do all that cliché couply shit in the lab. BUT the hugs she gives out of excitement are so nice. the minute she sees you after a successful trial her grin will grow probably ten times bigger (if that's even possible) and she'll hug you super tightly. you adore this side of her so so SO much.

#shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x you #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x fem!reader #princess shuri #shuri black panther #shuri #letitia wright #letitia wright x reader #black panther #mcu #marvel x reader #marvel oneshot #shuri oneshot #shuri headcanon #marvel #marvel black panther

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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playful dress miss raven

HI 🤡 I wanted to do some doodles of Miss Raven in her own version of Stage in Playful Land’s costume.

Yes, I was too lazy to color-- I drew inspirations for the outfit design from the female dancing puppets in Disney's Pinocchio (since the new event heavily references this film), Doll from Black Butler's circus arc, and ballet in general. The specific ballet I looked at was Coppelia; it's about a boy who falls in love with a doll (the creation of a mad scientist. His fiancé, Swanhilda, then impersonates the doll in order to win his love back. I thought it fit well with the idea of the "human puppet" motif of the Playful Dress series.

BONUS DOODLES:

I like to think that Miss Raven got dragged along for the trip because she was busy chewing the group out for sneaking off campus... then Kalim (bless him) thinks she's feeling left out, so he tells her to come with them! "The more, the merrier!" (And hey, Ferro and Gidel won't say no to another poor unfortunate soul for their amusement park.) "F-Fine! I'll attend, but only so I can keep a watchful eye on you all! I intend to write a detailed report on your transgressions for the headmaster to review when we return."

"Yeah, yeah. You say that now, but I bet you'll be like a kid in a candy store once we actually get there." Ace rolls his eyes. "You spend so much time with your head buried in a book--it'll do ya some good to kick your feet up and do something different for a change."

"Gahahah! It sounds like she's excited for Playful Land!" Kalim grins broadly. "We're going to have so much fun together!" "I will do my best to assist in the documentation of this trip, Raven Crowley-san," Ortho offers. "Pictures, videos... I'll record them all, so we won't forget this anytime soon!"

... Anyway 🤡 Miss Raven has to help babysit the idiots (while trying to mask her own childish wonder as she experiences an amusement park for the first time). Oh, and J word and L*ona are there, so 💀 more trouble for her...

"Heh. You're staring at that roller coaster with big, sparkling eyes. If you want to ride it, then just say so." Leona says it with a smirk, a lilt of smugness to his suggestion. "There's nothing wrong with a kid being a kid."

"I-I'm not a kid! I'm just... admiring the composition of such an imposing metal structure!! There is nothing like it in the natural world."

Jade chuckles. "Would prefer to partake in one of the many games they offer here? Ah, and should you ever feel peckish, there is a selection of carnival fare to indulge in: caramel apples, popcorn, cotton candy--"

"All foods which would result in terrible toothaches if consumed in large quantities! And games? We haven't the time to enjoy such leisures."

"Oi, eel." A scowl from Leona. "Shameless of you to cut into our conversation, isn't it? I guess without the octopunk around to keep you on your leash you think it's fair game to act out in front of an upperclassman." "Oya? I don't recall there being a formal chaperone for this trip, Leona-san," he replies easily. "Fufu, perhaps you feel the need to preside over your juniors in the absence of the usual pack you dole orders to."

"Here's an order for you then: back off. You're killing my mood."

"As you wish. Come along, Miss Raven. We wouldn't want to disturb our dear senpai." "Dragging prey around like they're puppets on strings," Leona snorts, blocking the path. "You go. The canary stays. Our business isn't finished yet."

"Business?" Jade continues to smile. "Oh no, I would never mean to interfere with such a thing--but it's not truly business you're interested in, is it, Leona-san?"

"Funny. I was going to say the same of you."

"... You're both talking as though I'm not literally right here!!"

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Recovery Time: Chapter 6

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You throw Joel a Birthday party... and end the night with a dance

Warnings: Angst soothed away by fluff, verbal fight, Past trauma, Joel has big feelings and some dirty thoughts, mutual pining

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Chapter 6: Happy Birthday Joel Miller

It’d been 3 days since he let his birthday date slip and you’d been plotting ever since.

You stand nervously in the kitchen just waiting for him to come back home— and you feel like a fucking idiot. The sun had set. He went out to check the traps 45 minutes ago. You’d turned on the generator less than 30 minutes ago and pulled his birthday cake, a bastardized version of apple crisp, out of the oven 20 minutes ago. Now you’re just… standing there. Staring at the door. Like a fucking idiot.

You’re nervous for absolutely no reason other than this was a surprise. You’d been nervous just thinking about it all day. Your nerves were apparently so obvious that he asked if you were alright a handful of times. You weren’t too good a lying but you managed to get him off your sent. You want it to be perfect, but you don’t even know what that means. This wasn’t really a traditional party. Hell, this wasn’t even a party. It was a night to take a load off. To relax. To forget about… everything. An illusion really. A chance to pretend that everything was okay.

This was Joel’s night, his first since he got here. Whatever he wanted. A ‘thank you for tumbling into my life, I think we’re friends now’ party.

But maybe this was stupid after all. Childish and dumb. You should quit while you're ahead. Turn off the generator and say you just made some apple crisp for shits and giggles. You should—

Your heart nearly leaps through your throat when the door opens. Gus rushes in first, slowly followed by Joel. He looks… confused. Reasonable reaction.

“What’s… what’s this?” He asks slowly, glancing around at the random strung Christmas lights crisscrossing the ceiling. He’d surely seen the ones strung across the yard too, “You turned on the generator?”

“I did.” You answer with a small smile.

He slowly paces around the living room, blanketed in golden rainbow light.

“For?”

“Your belated birthday,” You raise your hands and give some weak spirit fingers, “Surprise.”

He pauses, facing away from you. You see his shoulders tense, the rest of him almost frozen in place. The telltale sign he was uncomfortable. Oh no. You immediately feel like you need to explain yourself. The words come pouring out of you at lightspeed before you give him a chance to say anything.

“I-I know a lot of people don’t feel like there isn’t anything to celebrate anymore, I did too, but you deserve it. Everyone deserves something. I know it’s not much but I made… Well, it’s not a cake but it’s like apple crisp and you can have the stereo playing as long as you want. The TV too. We don’t have the best movie selection but you can pick whatever you want tonight. I even brought up a bottle of wine. I know it’s not—”

“Stop,” His gravel voice cuts through your stammering in an instant. “Just… stop it.”

Suddenly the air feels heavy. You’d done something. You’ve offended him somehow.

“I– I’m sorry. Did I—”

“I told you,” He turns around, an anger in his eyes you hadn't seen before. Or… maybe it was pain? You instantly feel small. “I fucking told you to forget it.”

You’ve overstepped. Massively overstepped. You fucked up. Oh god, you fucked up.

“I just wanted to—I know you—”

“You don’t know anything.” He spits, taking a step closer. You reflexively take a step back. You know he’d never hurt you, but fuck he was terrifying, “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. Stop actin’ like you do.”

His voice booms, threatening to shake the log cabin walls. Even Gus cowers behind you. He’s scary. He’s absolutely terrifying. The silence that lingers is somehow even louder than his outrage. You don’t want to say anything else. You don’t think you could if you tried.

Even if you could speak, it wouldn’t matter anyway. He turns to leave almost immediately, slamming the door behind him.

You fucked up.

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Joel stumbles in the dark out past the property, the glow of lights fading in the distance.

He wants to scream. He wants to find something and kill it. He wants to cut a hole in his head so all the memories can come pouring out and he’ll never have to feel them again. He wants to be numb. He wants to be free of this, even though he knows he never could be.

Her face is still crystal clear in his mind, just like it was every day. That sweet smile. Big curly hair. Those bright eyes you could never say no to– Sarah. His beautiful, perfect daughter. The only person he’s certain he’d ever truly loved. The one who deserved to live. He wants to purge every memory of her but never let them go simultaneously. How could you just forget the best thing that ever happened to you? He tried to. For years he tried.

No parent should ever have to bury their child. The pain never stopped. The bottomless pit he could never dig himself out of. It’s like it happened yesterday. And tonight you brought it all boiling to the surface. Things he fought so hard for years to keep buried ten feet deep.

Fuck you. Fuck you for doing this to him.

A frustrated roar rips from his throat as his fist makes contact with the closest tree. The pain is instant and only serves as a distraction for a few fleeting seconds. Still, it’s more welcome than the boiling cauldron of other emotions brewing.

Anger. Betrayal. Sadness.

Guilt seems to blanket over all of them now that the initial rage is fading. The look on your face while he screamed at you is something that’ll be tattooed on his mind forever. You didn’t deserve this, him and all the fucked up baggage he came with. You’d been nothing but kind since you dragged him here and tonight he spat in your face.

You were like her in a way— Like Sarah. Stubborn and too damn smart for your own good. A compassionate soul that wanted to share it with others. Someone who always had a positive outlook on life. What did you blurt in the middle of your stammering?

Everyone deserves something.

If only you knew how wrong that was when it came to him. Joel deserved the early grave he dug for himself, but you came along and pulled him out of it— and this is how he repays you?

You didn’t know. There’s no way you could have— and yet that still doesn’t seem to ebb away any of the anger still simmering just under the surface. ‘Is that all I am anymore?’ Joel thinks. ‘An angry old man?’ He didn’t want it, all this hate. He wanted to be better for you.

You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. That’s what he spat at you— but whose fault was that? You tried. You tried so hard for him to let you in, and he always shut the door in your face.

You saw him like a bird with a broken wing, fallen from its nest. Something innocent that needed help that only your skillful hands could deliver. If only you knew what he really was.

He wanted to protect you from himself in a way. If you knew everything he’d done, everything that made his brother run from him, you'd never look at him like you do. He’s caught your passing glances a few times, those beautiful eyes peering around the corner— studying him like a bug. But if you knew him, really knew him… You’d probably never want to see him again. Just like Tommy.

Maybe he’s really just protecting himself in the end. That’s what he’s good at.

It felt good to be desired. Not for his skills or connections, but just as a man. That faint swell of masculine pride and desire pumps in his chest, he’d almost forgotten what it felt like. You did that to him.

You wanted him.

He wanted you back. Badly.

You both spend your entire days together, yet when he goes to bed at night you’re still all he can see when he closes his eyes. He’s not sure when it happened. Daydreams of you he’s ashamed of. Would you be like how he imagines? What would you taste like? How would his name sound lustfully drooled out of your mouth?

He’s found relief by his own hand one too many times just thinking about it, but he somehow just knows his imagination will never compare.

And he’ll never find out.

He can’t. He can’t stay here. Someone like him was a cancer in your home. He knew that. He knew it.

And even so, the prospect of leaving you here alone was getting harder and harder to imagine.

A sharp ruff from behind pulls him from his thoughts. He turns to see Gus standing, all four paws planted and squared for a fight. Joel worries for a moment he’ll have to fight this damn dog off but he doesn’t make a move. If Gus wanted a fight he would have pounced on him when his back was turned. No, the dog wanted his attention.

Gus sits, huffing an annoyed grunt as he does so. Somehow the message in the animal's movements rings clear.

Our girl’s upset because of you. Get back there. Get back there and fix this.

Joel groans, sliding down to the ground against the tree he just assaulted. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?” he asks the dog, sighing into his hands. The dog huffs again and cocks his head. ‘Intuitive little thing,’ Joel thinks.

Part of him just wants to stay here. Sleep out in the freezing cold and come back in the morning and pretend nothing ever happened. An unlikely scenario since he knows for a fact you’d come hunt him down eventually and scold him for staying out in the cold so long. It begs the question though, could you both just ignore this? Forget about it and move on. Probably, but he doesn’t want to.

You deserve an apology. You deserved something from him, even if he couldn’t tell you why. He can’t tell you about Sarah. Fuck, he can’t tell anyone about Sarah. He doesn’t owe you an explanation but maybe he could fix the night. Give something back, just say thank you, anything.

Just as long as you wouldn’t completely hate him, he’d be happy.

Lilly comes wandering up and takes a defensive seat next to Gus and it’s the final kick in the ass he needs.

With your little family sitting in front of him, waiting for him to get off his ass and make things right, he slowly raises back to his feet.

He sighs, leaning against the tree. He’s not as tired as he used to be a few weeks ago. He can bear some weight on his leg again. You did that. You put him back together again. You fixed him. He can fix one night.

“Time to be a man, Miller.”

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The tears came so suddenly. It’s embarrassing, which only makes you cry harder. You sit there in the kitchen corner weeping into your hands like a teen girl on prom night that got stood up. Yeah, embarrassing.

You must look particularly pathetic because even Gus didn’t stick around to comfort you.

Why did this bother you so much? You’d been called every name in the book working as an apocalypse medic. You’d seen death countless times, you’d told families they’d never see their loved one again, you’d been through absolute hell at the hands of others, so why did a few harsh words from Joel stab so deep?

Because it was him. Because you wanted something from him. It wasn’t quite rejections… but it was close.

Part of you wanted to scream at him too, find out what his fucking problem is. You offer him home comforts and he does this? Childish. The other part of you thinks he’s right. He told you to forget it and you went ahead anyway, thinking it would all be fine.

He was right. You didn’t know anything about him. Almost nothing. He wouldn’t let you in.

But why should he? Why should anyone? He didn’t owe you his life story or undying loyalty because you did what any rational good person should do. Yes, you saved his life, but something like that isn’t weighed in favors and secrets. It doesn’t require repayment.

Joel didn’t owe you anything.

So why did you really try to throw this little party? For you. For selfish, arrogant reasons. You were looking for something to make you feel human again and this was the best option. Everything in your life had to be justified. There can’t be enjoyment just for enjoyment's sake. Everything had to be done for a reason— and tonight he was that reason. Joel Miller was making you feel human again.

When the second realization about his birthday hits you, the pit in your stomach drops even deeper.

You knew the date seemed so familiar, probably because you wanted to forget it. Everyone did. September 26th, the day the world ended. Joel’s birthday was on fucking outbreak day. Of course he’d want to forget whatever horrors he’d seen that day. Every year a constant reminder. What a horrible coincidence to carry with you. Terrible luck of the draw.

Still, in the absolute mess you find yourself in, you’re still angry. You’re angry at him. Frustrated he’d talk to you that way. React so callously and scold you like a child for trying to do something kind. Suddenly, it feels like you’re back at square one with him. You want to scream at him, you want apologize profusely— you just want to cry.

You’re not sure how long you sit on the kitchen floor but eventually the tears stop— and then the door opens.

You pop up from the floor, wiping your cheeks one last time with your sleeve as if that would even hide your red puffy eyes.

He stands there in the open doorway, remorse painted on his pitiful face. Good.

“Darlin’... have you been—”

“I’m fine,” You spit, wiping your face in the most threatening way you can manage, “Here to yell at me more?”

“I’m not—” He cuts himself off, turning to close the door. Gus and Lilly scurry in before he does so. They immediately come to sit at your feet. Did they… go get him for you? Well, at least you know whose side they’re on now. Joel scratches at his neck, seemingly unable to make eye contact, “I don’t suppose I’m sorry is enough here.”

“It’s a start,” You cross your arms and lean back against the counter, letting out a heavy sigh of your own. You were angry, yes, but he’s allowed to be angry too. He made a boundary and you deliberately stepped over it thinking everything would be fine. He’s not the only one at fault, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too.”

His head instantly snaps in your direction, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I just—you— I didn’t expect— I’m sorry. There are things that I just don’t—”

He stammers and trips over his words but the message is clear. He’s trying. He’s really trying and that counts for something, however small.

“You wanna… talk about it?” You extend an olive branch.

“No.” he bites out just a little too quickly. You see him immediately kick himself for how harshly it came out. There was more here than met the eye— you decide to drop it. If he doesn’t want to say, then it’s not your damn business.

Again, You were both at fault here. You for sticking your nose where it didn’t need to be and him for just being an ass about it. You were both being children here.

Time to grow up.

You start, “I’ll turn this all off. You don’t have to—”

“No,” He cuts you off abruptly, “It’d be a waste to— You went through the trouble I mean.”

You smile, “Would you still like to have a birthday party, Mr. Miller?”

“I–” he pressed his lips together, suppressing some more outrage, “Can we— let’s call it something else. Please.”

“Okay,” you nod quietly. Not a birthday party. That’s just fine. It’s still his party. You take down two glasses and pour some chokecherry wine. You push his glass closer. He’s hesitant at first but eventually comes to the counter. He takes his glass and you raise yours to his. “To an ongoing recovery.”

He huffs a small smile and tinks his glass to yours, “To not dyin’, I suppose.”

You can’t help but cringe when the simultaneously bitter and overly sweet liquid hits your tongue. You notice he does the same. You’d hoped a year of sitting dormant in the cellar would help the flavor calm down— apparently not.

“Wow, that’s... something,” He wheezes, swirling the remaining liquid in his glass.

“Yeah, it is. But like I said—” You exhale before downing the rest of your glass, “It gets the job done and I haven’t gone blind yet.”

You hold your resolve for a few seconds, feeling rather proud of yourself, before breaking into a coughing fit from the burning in your throat.

“Jesus Christ, girl,” Joel pats your back in an attempt to comfort you, despite the smile plastered on his face. Well, at least he’s smiling, even if you look like an absolute moron right now.

“Smoothest in the county,” You wheeze, wiping a stray tear from your eye. You feel the heat in your cheeks rising and you can’t help but laugh at yourself a little. He tries to hide it but he does the same.

“You really are something, Darlin’,” He grins, taking another, much smaller, sip from his glass.

And just like that, the air between you two was breathable again.

“So,” Joel leans against the counter, arms crossed, “What do you usually do on nights like this?”

“Well, this is your party,” you lean next to him, “What would you like?”

He opens his mouth for a millisecond before closing it again. He turns away from you, eyes darting to the ground. What was he thinking about? What was he going to say?

“You said you have music?” He asks. You absolutely know that’s not what he was originally going to ask, but you still gesture to the far corner of the living room where the dusty stereo and cassette collection lay.

He strolls over, taking a cursory glance at the packed shelf. Art may have liked the isolation but he kept a good collection of music to keep him sane. One of the few things you think he loved just for the sake of it. So many things here had to have a purpose, a reason for existing in this well-maintained space. Something to aid in basic survival. Music probably did, in a way, have a purpose here. All anyone had to gain from it was joy. A memory. A feeling. Just another thing to make you feel human again.

Joel makes his selection and places it in the tape player with a defined click. You expect to hear Johnny Cash or something like what he’s been teaching himself to play for the last few weeks. Instead— he’s picked Elton John. Art had a ‘best of’ collection of his work. Admittedly one of your favorites in the tape collection.

The familiar slow, melodic piano rumbles through the ancient speakers. You recognize the song instantly. An unexpected choice but not unwelcome either.

Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me

Joel stands with a small grunt and turns to face you, hand outstretched.

“Dance with me.”

Your brows immediately shoot up, “Dance with you?”

“This is my party, isn’t it?” he drawls, “You said we can do what I want. I want a dance.”

You say nothing, dragging your fingers across the counter before making your way towards him. Every hair on your body stands on end as you approach. He stands there waiting in the center of the living room, bathed in mismatched Christmas lights.

You suppress a gasp when you take his hand and he pulls you into him, flush against his chest. Hesitantly your hand goes up to his shoulder while he lowers his to the small of your back. You swear the sensation of his massive hands on you sends sparks shooting down your legs. He starts to sway you both gently in rhythm.

“I don’t really know how to dance,” You admit.

“Me neither,” he responds, “Learned a little in high school, though.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Oh, back when stagecoaches were still new.” He scoffs, pulling you away for a slow and somewhat clumsy twirl, “To be fair it was just square dancin’.”

“Oh, well, this is prime square dancing music.” You attempt to joke, hiding your reddening face against his chest. He huffs a small laugh and rests his chin on your head. It’s more intimate but at least you don’t have to look him in the eye now. You just barely hear his heartbeat above it all. Strong and steady, a little faster than you expected. You try to lose yourself in music, hoping it will ease your new anxieties that boil over from just being this close to him.

I can't find, oh, the right romantic line

But see me once and see the way I feel

Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm

But these cuts I have, oh, they need love to help them heal

Don't let the sun go down on me

Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see

I'd just allow a fragment of your life– to wander free

The chorus is grand and beautiful, nothing that should be associated with Joel and your awkward side-to-side swaying. And yet… it seemed so right. The two of you were so small, and somehow the only thing that mattered in the world.

In your time living at the end of the world, you’ve found it’s not the acts of heroism and grand gestures that kept you going. It was the small things. A hello. A hug. Drinking the worst wine in the world and having an awkward dance with a practical stranger. A kiss. The small things.

And even though this was his night, you still got what you wanted— you felt human again.

“Happy… recovery, Joel.”

“Thank you, darlin’.”

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It was perfect. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was. He can’t recall the last time he’d listened to music for reasons beyond getting code from Frank. He can’t even recall the last movie he’d watched. No… No, that’s not true. It was ten years ago on his couch. Has it really been ten years? He does his best to push the memories aside and just enjoy the moment.

Yet here he was in almost the same exact place he was all those years ago when his life changed forever. The irony is not lost on him. And in a way he doesn’t quite understand, it felt… healing. Like he was facing something. Or maybe he’d finally laid some feelings to rest.

You lay there asleep, head resting on his shoulder while some western he’d never heard of played on the ancient little box TV in the background. You’d made a cake. You’d made popcorn, the whole nine yards. It was so domestic. A treat, you called these nights.

You were right, he supposes. A chance to just pretend everything was okay. To live like normal people used to. A night to not worry about all the challenges tomorrow brought and fall asleep watching some boring movie you’d never heard of. The new American dream.

A treat.

Even if it was all a fantasy, he’s happy you shared it with him. Just another thing he can never repay you for.

What could he ever give you that could ever compare to what you’d given him? Himself— he could give you himself, maybe. In a way, his life was already yours. You’d saved it, after all. But if he gave it to you, would you want it? If he took off his mask and showed you the monster that was underneath would you run?

Yes, of course you would.

Despite everything that happened here, good things didn’t happen to Joel Miller. He was a walking curse, plague and death following in his wake. If he stayed here, he’d drag you down to hell with him. It’s what always happens.

He can’t let this continue. He can’t let his selfish desires win and take over.

He had tonight with you, and that’d have to be enough.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #recovery time

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blu3b3rryj4mp1r3 · 12 days

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My favorite song with the apple family is raise this barn! I love how they all come together to fix it!

I love that one too! it's so much fun seeing them all work together ^⌄^ I've been having fun making gifs so I made some from this song too hehe

I love both the English and Swedish version of this song! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜I love the counting; "1 2 3 4!" and the part when she sings "get down if you're scared of heights" idk why lol it just sounds so fun! and I love singing the Swedish version and trying to imitate AJ's voice, it's so much fun!! Sometimes I just go around repeating her catchphraces from the dub in her voice as like a vocal stim >⌄< I love Applejack's voice in English as well of course but I can't do her voice AT ALL, you should hear me trying to do a southern accent lmao it's genuinely the worst thing in the existence of ever XD

also pigs are my favourite animals and I love how cute they look in the mlp artstyle, look at this one dancing with a rooster!! ADORABLE i want to hug them 🐷

here's the song in English:

youtube

and in Swedish :3 :

sorry for rambling but l love this show and the dub and I love talking about it so so much! I could talk about it forever and ever and ever (and maybe even longer) ♡!! anyways hope you have a good day/night! :>

#☆.asks #☆.mp4 #☆.gif #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony vänskap är magiskt #my little pony #friendship is magic #mlp songs #raise this barn #applejack #music #mlp gifs

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tartsinarat · 1 month

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Toh oc’s grom dress edition featuring the sillies <3

Ngl during Grom these two just snuck out because they were bored in order to have totally age appropriate apple blood together that Pip stole from Eda’s stash, they didn’t find out about the events of what happened in Grom until like a day later because they ended up sleeping in a random field lmao

Fun fact, Pip’s outfit was very much inspired by David Tennant in Doctor who, except for the golden laurel which was for a fun pop of colour and him unknowingly foreshadowing his own origins :)

On the other hand Nimbus was just designed to be as gender envy as possible as well as incorporating his love of older bands by giving him a pink Floyd inspired shirt

Also I designed both of them to be opposite in vibes but oddly complementary because of their colours .

Here’s the lads having their version of the lumity enchanting grom dance tm

GH masterpost link? more likely than you think

#the owl house #original character #toh #toh au #golden heir au #the owl house au #art #oc #owl house au #oc stuff #grimwalker au #grimwalker oc #grimwalker

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I Was Born to Love You - Jake's Version Pt. 3

A gracev0609 / @losfacedevil Collaboration.

A short 3rd chapter to wrap up Jake's Version.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, although there isn't anything explicit in this chapter this story is not for anyone under 18, bare torsos.

The house was quiet besides the low hum coming from the tv, Sevda has her legs draped over Jake's lap with Emma in her arms. Jake quietly rubbed Sevda's feet while she fed her her morning bottle.

His gaze fell from Sevda's face to his baby's,”She really is perfect Sevvie. You did so well, baby. I love her so much.”

His fingers danced up her legs, massaging her calf muscles,she sighs and smiles,” I couldn't have done it without you.”

Comfortable silence fell between the two of them and Jake peers at the clock on the wall,” What time is your mom bringing Jade back?”

“Probably around noon, they're only getting breakfast and going to the park. Your brothers are getting here at One?”

“Yeah, they are. I'm excited for her uncles to meet her. I'm doing it the right way this time.”

Sevda chuckles gently as she moves Emma in her arms to burp her against the cloth on her shoulder. Jake watches in awe as she maneuvers gracefully like it's second nature. She catches his stare,”What?”

“Nothing, you just look good like that. You're a great Momma Sev.”

She blushes, the apples of her cheeks reddening,” Do you wanna be a good Dad and change her for me?”

Nerves erupt in his stomach, he hasn't quite gotten this step down yet and he doesn't want to mess up.

“Can you help me? I don't want to do it wrong.”

“Of course I can help you.” She hands him his little pink baby, to which he cradles her to his chest. He offers her a hand to help her up from the couch, her body still sore. She leads him to the changing table and gets out wipes and a new diaper. He still can't get over how tiny everything is, her diapers look more like they could fit a doll versus his daughter. Gently, as if she's made of glass he places her down on the table, and unfastens the sides of her soiled diaper.

Sev hands him a wipe and instructs him what to do. As he's cleaning her, Sevda starts to giggle.

“What could possibly be so funny right now? I'm literally cleaning baby shit.”

“Check your stank face Dad, it's not that bad!”

He realizes he's subconsciously clenching his jaw and scrunching his nose.

“It's pretty bad Sev. I wasn't exactly looking forward to wiping butts.”

She shakes her head, continuing to laugh at him. She helps him get her clean and dry, wrapping her up in a new diaper.

“See! You can do it! A couple more times and it'll be routine.”

He fixes her onesie before picking her back up, placing a few kisses to her little head.

“Daddy's got ya, right Emma? We'll figure it all out with Momma's help.”

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A knock at the door retrieves them from their little bubble they've been in since Jade got home. He gets up and starts towards the door, looking back at the couch where Sevda is holding Emma with Jade gently petting her head. Once he opens the door he's met with Josh and his family, Sam and Danny, everyone arriving at the same time.

“Come in! Come in, she's still awake.”

One by one Jake's family makes their way into his home, not before giving him a bone crushing hug as they cross the threshold.

The group is led into the living room, where Jade scrambles from the couch excited to see everyone,”Come on! Come meet Emma Mae! She's my sister!”

Jake picks at his fingernail,”Sammy should go first, don't ya think?”

A somewhat smug grin forms on Sam's lips,” Oh? So I'm good enough to meet this baby before she turns five?”

An exasperated sigh blows from Jake's mouth and Sam laughs,”You know I had to put that out there!’

Jake locks eyes with Sam as he subtly scratches his nose with his middle finger, secretly giving him a ‘fuck you’ without giving Jade any ideas.

Sevda calls,”Come here Sammy, come sit with us.”

As he rounds the corner she watches him melt taking in the tiny form of his big brothers baby.

His voice is so soft as he sits down,” Hi Em… She's so beautiful Sevda,” His smile stretches from ear to ear,” I'm your Uncle Sammy.”

The rest of them take up space in the surrounding couches watching as Sevda deposits Emma into Sam's arms. He looks up at her with wide eyes, almost surprised she's letting him hold her tiny baby. She pets his hair back,” You've got her Sam, I trust you, nothing is going to happen.”

He looks down at the bundle in his arms,” She's so small, Halina wasn't this small.”

“Halina was a few weeks older when you met her. They grow pretty fast.”

He looks down at the little pink baby swaddled in his arms, his eyes tracing her features. The soft brown baby hairs on her head, her little eyebrows, and her button nose. He commits the image of Jake's baby girl to his memory.

After a little while Josh gets impatient, eager for his turn. Josh picks up the baby from Sam's arms, switching places on the couch.

“Hi sweetheart. You're looking a bit different than the last time I saw you! Not so goopy.”

Sev places her head in her palm,” Ew, Josh. Please.”

She laughs as she sees Sam and Danny's faces curl up in disgust,” You're scaring the poor boys!”

One by one, Emma's aunt and all of her uncles got a chance to hold and meet her. Jake couldn't recall another time where his heart felt quite this full, this is how it was supposed to be, his family and his girls.

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“Alright! I'm all ready in here!,” Sam called from the doorway of the den. He had claimed this was the room with the best lighting for the photos, so they cleared Jade's toys away and helped him set up.

Jade came zooming in first, her cream colored dress fluttering behind her,” I'm ready for my photoshoot Uncle Sammy!”

He laughs at her excitement. Jake and Sevda enter the room, also dressed in cream. Her dress is low cut and flowy, and Jake's in his signature button down and linen pants.

Sam exclaims,” Jake! You didn't even dress up!”

He runs his hand down the front of his shirt,” Hey, it's not my fault I already had this when Sev said what colors she wanted us to wear.”

Sam shakes his head and goes back to his camera, adjusting the settings,” Okay so. Sev texted me that we're doing group shots first, and then she wants skin to skin shots for the both of you.”

“Yup that's perfect Sam!” Sevda says, fixing the little bow on the front of Jade's dress.

After numerous poses and some candid shots they were ready to move on to the skin to skin shots. He already had enough pictures to fill a small album, but he knew the next shoot was going to be something special for Jake and Sevda. He needed to do the moment justice. Sevda leaned back against the chaise lounge they had brought in for the pictures. Gingerly she unwraps her baby's cream colored cloth diaper she had put her in and slides down the straps of her dress, one by one taking her arms out.

Jake furrows his brow,” What are you doing Sev?”

She makes a face,sliding her top down to her waist exposing her chest,”Doing the skin to skin pictures?”

“But Sam-”

“Oh come on Jake, it's nothing scandalous! Sam has surely seen tits before. And besides, you've seen more of Y/N!”

Sam whips his head around, looking to Jake,” What do you mean, has seen more of Y/N?!”

“Well-”

“Wait! Do I want to know?”

“Oh my god Sam it's nothing weird! She said I've seen more of her because I was the one who helped her have Halina. Josh was about to pass out and I was back up.”

Sam shakes his head laughing and brings the camera back up to his face capturing a few shots. After a dozen or so he pulls the camera away from his face, flipping out the screen so Jake can see his work.

He looks at the LCD screen, the beauty that was his newborn laying on her mother's chest was artfully captured. The curves and valleys of Sevda's soft chest complimenting the softness of his baby's skin was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen. Sam has captured them in a way that was truly breathtaking.

“I- I love it… Thank you.”

Satisfied with his answer Sam goes over to Sevda, showing her the outcome of the pictures.

“Sam! That's so beautiful! You made us look so pretty.”

He instructs them to switch, so Jake takes off his shirt, sitting down in the same spot Sev had just inhabited. Sevvie placed Emma down on Jake's smooth, softly sculpted chest and he looks down at her, his hair falling forward.

“Here, let me put your hair back.” She ties his long locks back into a bun at the base of his neck.

After a few clicks of his camera Sam asks if Jake can slide her down a little further so she can rest on his stomach. Emma's warm chubby cheek pressed against Jake's tummy was the focal point of Sam's pictures. He took a few, some close, and some far enough away that he could capture Jake's side profile as he looked at his baby with love in his eyes.

Once finished Sam straightens back up and shows Sevda what he has captured for her.

“Oh! That's perfect!” She points her finger at the screen,” That's the one I'm going to get put on a canvas for the living room. It's gorgeous!”

She cradles the baby into her side, and grasps Jake's hand with the other leading him into the living room.

She drops his hand pointing to the space above the fireplace,”Here would be a perfect spot!”

The smile on his face grows and Sevda continues talking about their pictures and where she wants to put them and all he can think is this is what I've always wanted.

Fin.

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Daisy, Give Me an Answer (Joel Miller x female reader)

WC: 2400

Warnings: none, fluff city baby!!

Summary: reader is a cook in the Jackson meal hall, she and Joel bond over their love for southern cooking. She isn’t named, but has a nickname that is used two or three times.

A/N: this is my first time writing for Joel, so please let me know what you think :-)

Living in Jackson was an apocalyptic version of a dream come true. Everyone there had suffered through their own personal hells over the past two decades. Loss and struggle common threads between all of the residents. After a few years, you finally felt your shoulders relax. The danger kept out by the fence and the brave folks who patrolled each day. You started to believe that this is where you would spend the rest of your time on earth, free from the tendrils of cordyceps and the brutality of FEDRA.

You checked the clock that ticked steadily on your mantle to see your shift at the meal hall was nearing. Some of the men on patrol had bagged a few sizable deer the night before, so you would all be eating well for the next few days. Some of the meat was already curing to be turned into jerky, but the bulk of it was going to be used for roasting into stews. You laced your boots up and slipped on your lighter jacket. It had been a mild fall so far. The cold not yet settling in. You plucked your faded apron off the hook by the door and draped it over your arm as you made your walk down the dirt paths to the meal hall. The mountains rose behind you, afternoon sunlight streaming down and dancing on the orange and gold leaves decorating the hills. The school had just let out for the day and a group of children were chasing each other up the street beside you, one of them carrying a beat up soccer ball. You smiled fondly at them. They had known no other life like you and the older residents. They found joy easily in the open air and a simple toy left behind from one of Jackson’s original residents.

You let yourself into the mess hall and joined the other cooks who had shifts tonight. First, hanging your jacket in the small, makeshift break room off of the main prep area, then, pulling your apron on. It was a faded power blue covered in small embroidered daisies. It had belonged to your grandmother, one of the only remaining pieces of your old life. Your grandmother had taught you everything you knew about cooking. The two of you stood side by side countless mornings rolling out biscuits to spread with her homemade jams, strawberry and blackberry always in plentiful supply.

You had taken her recipes and opened a small eatery in your hometown in Tennessee. That’s where you were working when the world fell apart. You survived for years on expired canned goods and tasteless FEDRA rations, so to be somewhere with fresh ingredients and a functioning kitchen again was more than you ever dreamed. Tonight’s menu was stewed venison with some potatoes and carrots out of one of the greenhouses, cornbread, and slow cooked cinnamon apples.

“Daisy’s here!” a cheerful voice rang out as you dried your hands on your apron and joined who had become your closest friends in the large room. Your nickname had come from your apron, but you didn’t mind it. It made you feel close to your grandmother who you missed with an indescribable ache. She passed the year before the world went to hell. It hurt at the time, but now you were thankful that she never had to fight like you had.

Jenna and May were sisters in their 30’s, just children when the outbreak happened. One was washing apples, one was slicing and placing them in a large metal bowl. You were thankful they had each other. A lot of people had no one left.

Ellen was older, hair white where there used to be blonde. She was humming an old hymn while she carefully peeled the vegetables, saving the scraps for the compost pile.

Michael was a heavier set man in his 50’s. He had a full beard streaked with gray, a kind smile, and round cheeks. His strong arms were busy butchering one of the deer’s hindquarters. He smiled warmly, “Hello, Daisy,” a deep southern voice crooned.

“Hi Mikey,” you smiled finding yourself in charge of the cornbread. Fresh milled cornmeal, farm fresh eggs, some honey from one of the hives in Jackson, it was a crowd favorite. The sweetness of it made those of you with southern roots particularly fond of the way it reminded you of the world before.

Aside from the kitchen staff and Maria, you didn’t have many friends there. You knew everyone by name though. You had served them all hot meals hundreds of times. Most people came through the line caught up in their own conversations, not paying much mind to the person behind the counter.

You thought of one face in particular who loved your cornbread. Joel Miller had rolled in last fall with his daughter in tow. The local women all whispered about how handsome he was, the chatter reaching his ears almost immediately upon his arrival. You could tell it made him feel awkward, so you decided you wanted to be a friendly face in the crowd for him. He was always polite in line, saying “yes ma’am, no ma’am, thank you, no thank you.” You had bonded over your southern roots. Though Texas was a bit of a stretch from Tennessee, you both held similar temperaments and upbringings. Not that you had sat and talked to him for hours. You mostly held light conversations together while you waited for the line to keep moving. A few times after everyone had been served, he waved you over to join his family while you scanned the room holding your own tray.

He had a tough exterior, but your southern touch when it came to the kitchen brought out what you only assumed to be the old Joel, the one who hadn’t fought tooth and nail to survive. You thought fondly of him while you mixed the batter together and filled several pans to bake in the industrial oven the kitchen was blessed with.

The dinner crowd filtered in slowly tonight. The September sun sank low in the sky painting everything with navy and purple shadows. You scanned the room for Joel, beginning to get nervous when you realized he wasn’t back from patrol yet. The cornbread was running low, so you took the biggest remaining piece and tucked it out of view saving it for him.

A few minutes later, the doors swung open, and in strolled the Miller brothers. They both looked exhausted, mud caking their boots and well up the front of their jeans. They found their place in line, only a few people ahead of them. “Daisy,” Tommy smiled tipping his hat. “Looks good,” Joel’s low voice rumbled. “Oh!” you exclaimed reaching for the piece of cornbread you had set aside for him, “I saved this for you,” you explained sliding it onto his tray.

The look on his face was hard to describe. “I, well thank you,” he stammered. You swore you saw a faint blush creep into his cheeks. Tommy knocking him in the ribs with his elbow. “I just, I knew it was your favorite so when you were late I wanted to make sure you got a piece,” you said suddenly feeling awkward.

“That was mighty kind of you,” he smiled, something you didn’t see often. “It was nothing,” you smiled back as he moved forward with his tray.

May elbowed you once he was out of earshot, “Well that was cute,” she whispered, “I didn’t know you had a crush on Joel.”

“May, I’m a little old for crushes,” you joked. But maybe she was right. There was a reason so many of Jackson’s resident women fawned over him. He was handsome, polite, always willing to lend a hand. You watched his figure move across the room and take his place next to Ellie. She instantly lit up, mouth running a mile a minute about something. You smiled watching them and he looked up to catch your eye. You looked away quickly and excused yourself to finally get your portion, but when you found yourself looking for a spot to eat, he waved you over, a warm smile on his face. You suddenly felt nervous, your breath was quickening. Oh god this is so silly, you thought. It’s just a piece of cornbread, it didn’t mean anything.

You collected your thoughts and walked over to their table and sat across from him. Tommy and Maria were on the other end catching up about their days paying no mind to the three of you. “What brought you in so late, Cowboy?” you questioned setting your napkin in your lap. “One of the horses got stuck in a mud pit,” he sighed rubbing his face with his broad hands, “Took us a while to get her free.” Your eyes went wide, “You were able to get a horse out of a mud pit with just the two of you?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say he looked smug for a second, “I did about 80% of the heavy lifting, Tommy kept getting stuck too,” he said loud enough for his brother to hear. “Bullshit,” he called over the table with a grin on his face, “You don’t have to try to make me look bad to impress a lady,” he teased. Joel’s cheeks for sure went red this time. “I’m impressed with you both, that’s some serious strength,” you said trying to ease the tension.

“Joel’s super strong,” Ellie commented stealing an apple off of his plate. “I’ve seen him lift all kinds of heavy stuff,” she continued with her mouth full.

“We were contractors,” Joel explained, “Spent all day lifting lumber and whatnot.” He and Tommy recollected together for a few minutes about their past work before Tommy and Maria excused themselves.

“Ellie, you go on ahead home and I’ll meet you there,” Joel said gathering the empty trays on the table to walk them to the table they amassed on at the end of the night waiting for the cleaning crew to come in. She skipped out the door after giving him a knowing look. “Do ya mind if I walk ya home?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Not at all,” you smiled, “Let me just go grab my coat,” you excused yourself to the back room where you had left it earlier. Joel stood in the doorway to the meal hall, one boot propping it open while he waited for you. That nervous feeling settled in your chest again and you tried to dismiss it. Surely he was just being polite, returning the favor. There’s no way this meant more than that, right?

Joel gave you a small smile as he opened the door fully for you to pass through, “After you,” he nodded. It felt trite considering the state of the world, but you couldn’t help but smile that he took the time to attend to such little things still.

“I bet you’re looking forward to that shower tonight,” you commented, further taking in the state of his mud caked clothes.

His brow furrowed and this time you were certain that his cheeks had flushed crimson. “I guess I don’t smell too hot, huh,” he said sheepishly, the toe of his boot connecting with a small rock and kicking is along the dusty path.

“Oh! That’s not what I meant! I mean, you’ve probably definitely smelled better,” you stammered. You could see him sinking farther into himself drawing a small laugh from your lips. You touched a hand to his arm causing him to tense up, both of your feet stopping. “I am so thankful that you and our other brave townsfolk handle patrol so that people like me can stay behind and stew apples and bake cornbread. It doesn’t feel like an equal exchange at all, but I don’t think horses like me, so my hands are tied,” you rattled on. Joel cracked another small smile, his feet falling back into line with yours.

“What do you mean horses don’t like you?” he bemused.

“They never have, the pony I rode for my sixth birthday being the first of many.”

His chuckle came easily. “Well I’ll put in a good word for you if you’d ever like to swing by, maybe bring some of those apples.”

“You think they’ll listen?”

“Oh sure, Callus loves pretty ladies,” he drawled, that slightly cocky smile playing across his lips.

“Oh, do you bring pretty women to meet him often?”

His cheeks were beet red this time, “Oh, no I just, I—” he stammered.

“I’m just messing with you, Cowboy,” you chuckled.

“What about you? Do you save pieces of cornbread for everyone?” he shot back with a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t say I do,” you shrugged. “This is me,” you said stopping and gesturing over your shoulder at the small house.

“Well, thank ya for thinking of an old man like me. It means a lot to feel looked after,” he smiled warmly.

“I uh, I’d love you make you a proper country dinner one night. You can let me know your favorites, and I’ll see what I can do,” you somehow got out, unsure of where the sudden boldness had manifested from.

“I’d like that a whole lot,” he smiled. He drew your hand to his mouth and planted a kiss. His hands were calloused and hardened, but his lips were heavenly soft. “I’m gonna get that shower now.” He hesitated for a moment, “Would you like to come over for a cup of tea in say, half an hour?” he said shyly. “These mild nights won’t last, we can sit on the porch. Ellie might even play us a few songs.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled and he retreated down the street. People were filing into their homes for the evening. Once on the other side of your own door, you leaned against it and let out a sigh. It had been a long time since you had done things for pleasure, your brain still defaulting to survival mode most days. You never thought you would feel butterflies uncurling their wings in the pit of your stomach again. Stretching their tired legs from years of dormancy. But there was that flutter, and you had a feeling it wasn’t going to end any time soon.

#joel miller drabble #joel miller imagine #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #Joel miller fic

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anawrites3 · 23 days

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kid from future tries to set up dickstroke pls

Okay so I messed up a little and wrote their kid as from alternative dimension instead of timetravel aaannd also it turned out kind of long? Because it has a bit over 1.8K words sooo I'm posting it on ao3 as well

If that's what you prefer you can find the ao3 version right here

And now for the story! Thank you for your ask, anon, I hope you'll like it!

The boy pushed his hands into his pockets, resting his back easily against the wall. He looked good in the three-piece-suit they managed to get for him last minute – the navy blue looking nicely with his blue-gray eyes and dark messy hair that curled slightly by his nape – and Dick couldn’t stop glancing at him.

That’s why Dick noticed the moment he eyed the waiter offering guests champagne. He glanced in Dick’s direction and when noticed him looking, quickly turned away with a blush.

“I can get you some apple juice if you’re thirsty, junior.” Dick grinned, nudging him with an elbow.

“I was just looking.” The boy insisted with an unhappy twist of his lips. “Besides, I’m seventeen, not five! I could have a few sips.”

“Suuure.” He drawled. “But you won’t.”

Jaden rolled his eyes, crossing arms across his chest. “Pops would let me.” He grumbled.

“Well, you can ask him when you see him.” Dick teased with a smile, making the boy frown even more, even as his eyes gleamed with amusement.

A week ago a portal to an alternate dimension opened up in Dick’s kitchen to spat out Jaden, a seventeen years old boy, who was Dick’s son in another world. Even after those seven days spent together, Dick couldn’t quite get used to the sight of him or even to the thought that somewhere there he managed to lead a life where he got a family. A real, happy family.

There was something ugly like jealousy burning in his chest whenever he thought about it too hard but… he was happy for the other him, he really was. Jaden was a great kid and he was clearly a Grayson, never able to sit still for too long and always more than ready to climb trees, walls and chandeliers.

They weren’t able to send Jaden back to his world right away – they had to wait for the right time for the portal to open again and Bruce’s calculation said that day was another week from now. So until then, Jaden lived with Dick.

And… Dick knew that Jaden wasn’t really his but he was his son, son of some version of him and he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. So right now, they were at Bruce's gala because Dick was forced to attend and Jaden wanted to go with him.

Suddenly the boy perked up and when Dick looked at him again, his lips were stretched in a smile and his blue-gray eyes gleamed as he stared at the crowd before them.

“Hey, da-aaaring.” He started, quickly trying to save up the slip with a wince.

Dick burst out laughing, not able to stop himself, “That’s even worse!” He cackled, making Jaden laugh as well.

He was okay with Jaden calling him dad – and if warmth spread over his chest every time it happened, it was no one’s business but his own – but they couldn’t really do that while in public. The press would eat him up – Dick Grayson in his early thirties, having a seventeen years old son?

Yeah, no, thanks.

When they finally calmed down, Jaden nudged him with his elbow, the same way Dick had done to him a moment earlier. “Alright, that was awful. Sorry.” He chuckled.

“I appreciate the effort.” Dick reached out to ruffle his hair with a grin and Jaden let him do it with an answering smile. “What was that?”

“I was going to say,” Jaden slipped his hands back into his pockets, voice a happy smug hum. “that that guy right there looks like he’d be a good dance partner for you.”

“Oh come on. You’re the best dance partner I could ask for.” Dick teased but he turned to look at the man Jaden was pointing to. “Which one do you-”

Deathstroke.

Slade Wilson was standing on the other side of the ballroom, dressed in a dark suit that hugged his muscled arms. His hair was pulled into a neat ponytail against his nape and he was busy talking to one of the ladies but Dick had no doubt the man was well aware of Dick’s presence not far away.

Dick was able to feel his heart in his throat. Slade being here meant trouble, more often than not it meant death or at least an attempt at it and Dick couldn’t let Jaden get dragged into this. Yes, Jade knew about him being Nightwing – both in this and his own world – but it wasn’t the same, Slade was… Dick couldn’t let him get close to Jaden.

But then Jaden nudged him again, saying, “The one over there, with white hair and eyepatch.”

Dick wheezed, “You can’t be-”

“I’m gonna go say hello.” He smiled and before Dick could blink, the boy was already weaving through the sea of guests and towards fucking Deathstroke the Terminator.

“Jaden, wait-!” He tried calling but Jaden just waved him off and in a next second he disappeared behind some man, his little body slipping through the crowd with no problem.

What was between Dick and Slade was… complicated, to say the least. Slade didn’t try to kill him anymore and they were somewhat of friends but... some time ago Slade had a contract in Bludhaven. Somewhere during the fight Dick got pinned to the ground on one of the Blud’s rooftops, Slade leaning over him with a sneer of his lips and. They kissed.

And maybe it would be fine, if it was just a kiss. But it grew heated very quickly and Dick would let Slade fuck him right then and there if Jason didn’t chime in his comms to say he got the alert for Dick’s vitals going crazy and he was on his way to his location.

Then, the next time Dick saw Slade was in New York, when Dick managed to ruin his contract. Not delay the inevitable but actually, completely ruin the contract.

The one Slade would get paid over a million dollars for.

Dick rushed forward, doing his best not to look too terrified nor bring any unnecessary attention to himself but people were in his way, blocking him and making him waste precious seconds and by the time he pushed his way through, Jaden was already a few steps away from Slade.

Slade noticed Jaden coming his way, of course, and said something to the lady who nodded with a smile and walked away. Dick tried to get to the boy before Jaden got to Slade but he couldn’t just run through the ballroom like crazy so he was forced to just look as Jaden stopped right before Slade and smiled up at him.

“Hey there, old man.” He basically beamed at the mercenary.

Slade cocked an eyebrow that but his lips curled into a smirk. “Hello.” He said pleasantly. “Can I help you?”

After ruining Slade’s contract in New York, Dick had three broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, so many cuts across his body that required stitches that Dick wasn’t able to count them all and bruises in shapes of hands wrapped around his throat that took weeks to fully heal.

“You can, actually!” Jaden laced his fingers behind his back, leaning a bit closer to Slade with that happy smile. “I was wondering if you’d let me have some of the champagne.”

Slade barked out a laugh at that, visibly not expecting something like this. His shoulders shook as he laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling just slightly and Jaden’s smile widened even more as he watched it happen.

He looked over his shoulder at Dick to show him a thumb-up with excited open-mouthed smile and shining eyes and Dick was going to ground him for so long-

“Of course.” Slade grinned. “Wayne always serves the best liquor, it would be a shame if you didn’t at least try it.”

He glanced in Dick’s direction for an exact second but it was enough for Dick to notice and then he grabbed two flute’s from the waiter passing them. Slade handed the champagne to Jaden, who took the first sip just as Dick stopped by their side.

“Slade.” Dick greeted, throat clenched as if there was an invisible hand wrapped around it.

“Grayson.” Slade raised his flute in mock cheers. He looked Dick over slowly, his gaze a physical weight on his body as if he tried to see right through the material. Jaden turned his head away, taking another sip of champagne with a hum. “You look good, little bird.”

Dick was grateful he wasn’t holding a glass himself because otherwise it would surely shatter in his grip.

“I know.” He forced the words through his lips, making the corners of Slade’s lips twitch up. “Jay-”

“You can’t say I’m in trouble.” Jaden said quickly, pointing his finger at Dick. “You said I can ask him, I did, he let me have some champagne. I just did what you told me to.”

Dick blinked. What-

“No. No, I said to ask your-” …father. They were joking about Jaden asking his other dad if he could get a drink and then he suddenly rushed over to Slade as if he didn’t know who Deathstroke the Terminator… was…

It was like all the air got punched out of Dick’s lungs.

Because Deathstroke the fucking Terminator was Jaden’s second father.

“You can’t be serious.” He breathed out. “He’s-”

“Yep!” Jaden grinned, popping the ‘p’. “Now, I think you two should dance. What do you say, old man?” He asked, glancing at Slade.

Slade shook his head with a laugh huffed out through his nose. There was no way he knew what the whole thing was about but he didn’t look like he particularly minded it right now. He reached to ruffle Jaden’s hair who beamed at him again, “I say I like you, kid. Jay, was it?”

“Jaden Wil- Jaden.” He coughed. “Just Jaden, really.”

Slade hummed, watching him carefully for a few seconds. “Sure.”

Blush covered Jaden’s cheeks and he scratched nervously under his nose but the smile on his lips didn’t flatten even for a second.

“Now go dance!” The boy waved them off. “Go have some fun!”

Dick found himself glancing at Slade. He didn’t look angry, mostly amused and when his gaze found Dick’s he simply offered him his hand with a curl of his lips that Dick would almost call fond.

“Shall we, then?” He asked, voice almost a purr.

Jaden was smiling at him, smug and proud of himself and Dick- Dick was going to kick his ass later.

He was probably going to regret it. There was no way Slade just forgot how Dick cost him half a million dollars and even if he wasn’t angry right now, he would still make sure that Dick pays for ruining his contract. If not now then later and no doubt taking pleasure in keeping him on his toes the whole time.

But now… now Slade looked almost gentle. Under the ballroom’s light, dressed in the three-piece-suit he almost seemed like a normal human and not a super-soldier mercenary.

Before he could think better of it, he took a deep breath and placed his hand in Slade’s.

“Alright.”

#my writing #dickstroke #sladick #and jaden!#anon #short prompts #well not so short this time #but ya know #1.8K isn't that long either

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jamiesfootball · 1 month

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I wasn’t going to send me flowers until you chomped through your stack but then I saw this one.

What a perfect gif to soft-launch my version of a ‘let’s do something about the gala auction’ fic, which will also fill my BTHB square for ‘don’t you dare pity me’

cw: gala-related unpleasantness regarding personal autonomy and boundaries

All things considered, it’d been a pretty good fucking day too.

After a few weeks of brutal traveling, a run of away games mixed with international matches, they’d finally hit a lull. The team was scheduled in or around London for the next ten days. The first day back had been a rest day, and when everyone rolled into training that morning they looked more refreshed and rejuvenated than Roy had seen them in weeks. They’d had a light session: conditioning in the morning and a long review session in the afternoon.

Jamie had followed him home, easily lured by the potential of free meal - and if Roy hadn’t precisely stuck to the nutrition plan, well. They had a tacit understanding now. So long as Roy decided on the meal, Jamie was allowed to eat whatever was put in front of him. So long as Jamie didn’t mention it, they wouldn’t discuss why Roy occasionally barked at him to go to sleep early. To go hit the showers. To call his mum.

Jamie spent the drive over telling him about a new episode of some reality show premiering that night. Roy had never watched it, but Jamie had been obsessed with it for weeks, and it sounded like the sort of proper trash telly to round out an easy day.

Roy had even found time to empty out his entire suitcase for the first time in weeks. While Jamie made himself at home, poking around his kitchen for an snack and rifling through the dishes in the sink when he couldn’t find his favourite apple knife, Roy dumped all his laundry in the wash in one go. By the time he finished, a small fruit plate waited for him on the counter and the dishes in the sink had been sorted out.

Good day.

Now lounging on his couch, the sound of the washer whirred in the background. Chicken ragu simmered in the kitchen, the smell of it dancing into the living room. The TV was turned low, and rounding out the symphony on a relaxing afternoon was the scratch of markers on paper as Jamie messed around with the art supplies his neice had left out the day before. Everything in the house seemed blissfully content, and Roy had a blissful six hours of nothing to look forward to.

It would be heaven, if only Jamie would stop pestering Roy with questions.

“What about that old lady?” Jamie asked, chewing thoughtlessly on the end cap of a marker. “The one with all the clunky old jewelry? Hapsmith or whatever?”

“Haversack,” Roy corrected. “I don’t know. Her husband had a heart attack or something- they might just send a check. And quit chewing on that. If you break it, you’re replacing all of Phoebe’s markers.”

Jamie withdrew the offending marker from his mouth. With a thoughtful hum, he scribbled something onto his paper before sticking the cap back in his mouth.

Tilting his head back against the couch, Roy closed his eyes again. He was allowed a few moments of mindlessness before Jamie kicked him in the thigh with the ball of his foot.

“What about Cheryl? The…handsy lady with a wig? Is she gonna be there?”

Roy frowned. “Until the day the robots seize control and wipe out humanity, yes. She’s never missed a gala. What the fuck are you asking for?”

“Nothing,” Jamie said quickly. He ducked his head, scribbling urgently. “What about Rupert Mannion? Is he going to be crashing the party again this year?”

“Not fucking likely, after what he did last year.” Roy lifted his head off the cushions; his neck creaked in protest. “Why don’t you ask Keeley, if you want the guest list so bad.”

“Not allowed, is it?” answered Jamie, irritatingly obtuse. He continued scratching away with the markers, swapping a Princess Pink for a Goldenrod.

Roy sat up, angling himself against the pillows so he could study Jamie. “What are you writing?”

Jamie hunched over his paper. “Nuthing.”

“Uh-huh,” Roy said. He pointed towards the window. “What’s that?”

Jamie swiveled. “What’s what- hey!”

Roy snatched the paper from his lap. He flipped it over, worrying for a moment that he’d need to make an excuse to grab his glasses.

He needn’t have worried. Most of the page was taken up with a grid box, a big star taking up the middle square; the rest were labeled with a letter and number. Off to the side was a list, where in blocky, colorful letters, Jamie had written out:

-Groped under the table, gala

-Groped under the table, date

-Back pocket grope

-Kiss on the cheek with tongue (wet!)

-“my husband’s got some pills”

“Roy,” Jamie whined. “Give it back.”

“Jamie,” Roy said numbly. “What the fuck is this?”

Jamie made grabby hands at the paper. “It’s my bingo card for the gala. We’re not supposed to share squares until day-of.”

#rose for a snippet #writing snippet #roy kent #jamie tartt #untitled gala fic #note: comment about the gif being perfect is an example of the literary device irony #fucked up coping mechanisms #they’re now for the whole team!

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monstercampus · 10 months

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How do we spend time with the student body when we aren't bangin' like bunnies? Like, do we have a movie watch party with the werewolves, gaming marathon with Lidya, just a chill day with the Centipede? Playing sports, study group, etc. I am all for the fucking frenzy like everyone else, but I just wanted to know what are things we do together in our free time :v

Of course! There's lots to do around campus on a day-to-day basis, both organized by the university itself or just what the students like to do on their off time. It's a big part of monster culture to throw parties and hang out with people whether you know them really well or just met, so it's likely that you could be swept into a bush party or invited into someone's dorm to smoke or play board games without even knowing their names.

As for individual students, again, there's lots! With the werewolves being the jocks they are, they're most likely to go live it up at the frat parties and afterparties for the sports games or dances, so if drinking and partying in general is your thing you'll always have a group to go with you (and keep you safe!). Although you'll have to deal with their incessant clinginess when they inevitably get hangovers, and suffer through the touchiest cuddle piles imaginable if more than one or two of them are feeling nauseous or have headaches. If you've got plans the next day, definitely skip the hardcore partying with them the night before!

Lidya and Jude are probably the ones you'll hang out with the most since they're pretty much always available, and since nobody else really tends the arcade she can pretty much open and close it whenever she wants. So if you're in the mood, she'll open up a private or public gaming tourney and you can spend hours just hanging out, talking, and trying to beat each other at your favourite games, and once it gets late she'll get food delivered and you can watch a movie or something on the sofa in the backroom. The best part is that she's spent so much time tinkering with Jude's hardware that she's come up with a couple different devices to take him out into the real world! She has yet to make anything crazy like an android body (she's working on that as a future birthday gift) but for now she's got a keychain that has a modified USB and what looks like a little retro Tamagotchi; the USB is for her to plug into the arcade cabinets so she can upload his data and he can play alongside you guys, and the Tamagotchi has a pixely little version of Jude inside that she can take around so he doesn't get lonely. Whenever she's out of the arcade, there's a good 80-90% chance that she's got Jude with her, so if you wanna hang out you can do so pretty much anywhere! She can even plug him into the laptop she's got at her dorm, although the last time she did that he got ahold of some....ahem, sensitive file folders she wanted to keep private, so she'll only let him in there if you wanna watch something online with her in her room.

As for centipede, you hit the nail on the head! If Efraim's not in class he's usually getting high, so you can stop by his dorm day or night and get a free hit off him pretty much anytime. Don't get me wrong, there are definitely times when he's handsy or you can clearly tell he was planning on jerking off instead of entertaining company, but in general it's just harmless fun and you can just bum around his dorm doing nothing if you want. He's always in the mood to watch a movie or listen to music, and he's surprisingly not averse to cooking and not too bad at it either, so if you get hungry or you're just bored hell find something you two can make together to kill a couple hours. He does that a lot, you'll find--if there's a distinct lull in conversation or your mood shifts downward, he might offer, but most times he'll just quietly get up off the couch and go fix you something to eat. Even if it's just cutting an apple and some peanut butter or making you a sandwich, he fills time pretty well with putzing around the kitchen in the hopes of finding you something you really, really like. Do keep in mind that he's got roommates, however, and although Zombie can be a pretty amiable guy to share a space with...his slime roommate is less so. So if they're home, Efraim will probably try to keep your hangout to his bedroom to limit the distractions.

It may sound a little odd, but your yeti professor is pretty open to spending time together, too! Aryck holds baking lessons quite often and he's almost always in the kitchen, so if you're ever bored or looking to expand your culinary expertise he's usually around. You can even be his taste tester if you want, and hang around the classroom for an hour or two while he tests recipes and puts together his lesson plans for the next semester! It may feel a little awkward at first, but it turns into great fun once you open up to him a little more. A lot of the professors either spend much of their time on campus or are looking for assistance in some of their menial academic tasks, so you could probably find any professor you like and hang out with them awhile in exchange for some easy labour and snacks as a reward. The orc metalworking professor holds girls-only workshops weekly too, which is a great way to get to know the girls at school since they're all so friendly and are eager to make new friends! Go there once and you'll be invited to every sleepover and girl's night and brunch for the rest of the year! And of course, the resident doctor on campus is constantly cycling through "assistants" for his questionable medical trials, so if you're feeling brave you can come help him out and be treated to teatime afterwards.

The harpies are great fun, too! There's a group of them that live in the same dorm building as you do, and while they can be excitable and sometimes a little loud late at night, they're always eager to have company and will invite you in if you so much as pass by their door. They're not only great for parties or dances but they do a lot of studying together too, so they'd be happy to cram together for your exams and midterms! And they know all the professor's likes and weaknesses, so they'll get you any important info you may need if you have to appeal to them so they'll curve your grade. Plus, free snacks!

The university holds lots of intramurals for various sports all throughout the year, too, so even if you don't want to join a team or commit for a whole season you can still play with both the athletes and the casuals, and the pool is almost always open so swimming is a year-round option too. The werewolves and Priam do these a lot during the winter months when the football season is in a lull, so they'll always be up for pretty much any sport you wanna do and will be all too happy to show you how to play if you're a newbie. Plus, they've got rec rooms separate from the arcade in nearly every dorm building and in a few of the main academic buildings, which have the usual dartboards, pool tables, community game consoles, cards, board games, and D&D style books along with signup sheets to join oneshots or campaign groups. Many of the non-athletic clubs and groups gather in the rec rooms around campus, so it's a good way to get a feel for any extracurriculars you might wanna join! Antón runs a book club and Ollie's part of the chess team, for example, so if there's something you're interested in there's probably either someone you know that's in it or a professor you've got that's running it.

Of course, you could always attend sermons or the charity events the chapel holds too, if you feel so inclined--it may be intimidating to walk in knowing how the Archangel feels about you, especially where his protégé is involved. But Isaac would be more than happy to take your hand and show you around, and he'll stick to your side like glue during any events so you won't get caught alone with Mikael and have an interrogation thrown your way. He'll take the tongue-lashing happily in your stead once you're gone--he's used to the strict hand the high angels take anyways, and he's gone through the purity rituals so many times he could sleep through them at this point. If it means you're more likely to come around more often, he'll gladly sit through a lecture as many times as he needs to!

Also, whether you're a strong swimmer or can't swim at all, Nessie and the Kraken always somehow appear when you come to take a dip in the lake. Nessie's unashamedly competitive if you're good and will want to race and time how long you can hold your breath, but if you're not a swimmer at all, he and the Kraken will want very badly to teach you. It's more of Nessie's active guidance that you'll get as he holds you and shows you how to tread and paddle, but you can be reassured that if you ever get scared or the current pulls you down too far, the Kraken will rouse within moments and extend its tentacles from the depths to push you back up to the surface for air. If need be, it'll even carry you above the water and let you down once you're at the shore, or it'll let out that deep, rumbly cry to alert Nessie to your plight so he'll come splashing up to help you!

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