#SHE DESERVES THE WORLD

[gigifreaks]

Loving Viola has been the most exhausting but wonderful experience and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

i can love fictional characters despite not liking every aspect of how they were written, and i will love fictional characters despite the flaws in their creation being dealbreakers for other people, and no one can stop me from loving the shit out of the fictional characters that i choose to love and often will actually love harder in the face of opposition

[fuusart]

NIKO SASAKI ✨

You never know when the good you do might come back around

[tangerinelabyrinth]

@originunreachable for making me this 😊

[rius-cave]

I love my wife

[joelsbloodyhands]

😭😭😭

With time

Summary: Owning a flower shop across the cemetery leaves you to meet a wide variety of people. Including Joel Miller.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3.9k

Rating: T

Warnings: no outbreak AU, kind of a flower shop AU?, Sarah dies :( , strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of car accidents and injuries, angst, grief, mentions of attempted suicide, healing, fluff, a little bit of oblivious idiots, time jumps, mentions of pregnancy, just really fluffy at the end

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Full Masterlist // Joel Miller Masterlist

You had read about it in a newspaper. 

A terrible car accident. A drunk driver hit a car, a father and daughter driving home after a soccer game her team had won. The father had been in a coma for three days, having to learn that his daughter had sadly not survived the accident after he finally woke up. 

Sarah Miller. 

A thirteen year old girl. 

Dead because of a reckless drunk driver. 

You remembered her and her father, how could you not? 

Sarah used to ask you a million questions about every single flower and you always answered each and every one of them, loving the way her eye lit up every time she learned something new.

They visited your store occasionally, buying the brightest flowers for her Grandma who had passed away a couple years before. She had told you that her Grandma loved sunflowers before proceeding to beg her father to buy the biggest arrangement of sunflowers for her grandma’s birthday the last time they had been here. 

You remembered the way her father had sighed seemingly annoyed, yet fighting against a smile before he had looked at you and asked you how much all the sunflowers would be. 

You remembered thinking how handsome that man was. How happy, how… warm it felt when he looked at you, his brown eyes so full of life.

He somehow always seemed to be already looking at you before you could look at him and for a while you even thought maybe, maybe you should ask him out. 

The man sitting in front of you in a wheelchair now was a much different version of the happy man you had met back then. 

He looked broken. 

Dark circles under his eyes, almost healed scratches littering the left side of his head. The man next to him, his brother Tommy was talking. Looking equally as exhausted but the look he gave his brother, Joel you learned, every now and then was downright devastating. As if he was waiting for his brother to shatter into a million pieces right in front of his eyes. 

You knew they had waited as long as they could to arrange the funeral so Joel could be there. The funeral home had contacted you a week ago, explaining the situation and ordered flowers and arrangements. 

The funeral would be tomorrow and the amount of flowers that had been ordered for the sad occasion was overwhelming even for you. 

A sea of purple, pink and blue flowers had been delivered this morning and you and your employees would spend all day binding the flowers so they’d be ready tomorrow. 

For Sarah. 

A little girl taken way too soon from this world. 

„We just wanted to check…“ Tommy Miller said again, gazing down at his brother whose eyes were fixed on something behind you. 

„Everything will be ready for tomorrow. I’ll take care of everything myself,“ you said gently and saw him swallow, before he nodded. 

„Joel?“ He asked and the man blinked once before he looked up at him. 

„Anything you wanna add?“ He only shook his head, before he looked away again and Tommy closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. His eyes were watery when he opened them again. 

„Thank you,“ he whispered as he stepped behind the wheelchair and began to turn it. 

„I am so sorry for your loss,“ you said quietly and for the first time Joel looked at you. 

The amount of pain in his eyes made it hard for you to breathe as he looked at you, before his eyes glanced again at something behind your head before his brother led him out of the shop. 

When you turned around you noticed the big vase of sunflowers behind you. 

The shop was busy. Strangely busy. 

It was a normal Friday afternoon, at least you thought so. No special holidays were coming up, yet the people kept flooding into your little store. 

Sure, the location of your shop right across the cemetery guaranteed business for you. It was one of the reasons you had invested in it almost six years ago. But lately, with the start of your social media page (well, your niece Ellie started the page for you) people from all over town came to buy your flowers. You even had orders for a hand full of weddings later this year. 

Business was good. So good that you were thinking about expanding and maybe adding a greenhouse to start growing some of your own flowers instead of ordering everything from the various flower markets you were working with. 

You were in the back, working on your order for the next couple of weeks when Kat, one of the girls working in the front asked you if we had any purple flowers in the back. You nodded, knowing you saw some purple hyacinths earlier, telling her you’d look and bring them to the front when you found them. 

And there in one of the back corners they were, beautiful purple hyacinths you had ordered the week before. 

Ever since that rainy day that October you found yourself adding an order of purple flowers to your orders. 

Never in your life had you seen a sea of so much purple flowers at a funeral. Not only from your shop but delivered from all across town, paying respect to a little girl called Sarah, taken too soon from her life. 

You had lingered in the far back during the funeral, hiding under a big umbrella, finding yourself unable to just walk away. There was so much grief and sorrow in the air. The rain hadn’t stopped all day. As if some higher power was crying too. 

Yet in the moment where you saw the wheelchair that had a grieving father sitting in it being pushed towards the grave, stopping so he could say goodbye to his little girl for one last time the sun had come out, a rainbow forming within minutes. You heard the sob all the way to where you were standing, tears springing into your eyes before you decided it was time to leave. 

You found yourself drawn to her grave since that day. 

And one day, after noticing that Sarah Miller never had gotten new flowers after the ones of her funeral had withered, you started bringing her flowers. Every other week. 

Occasionally Tommy Miller, her uncle, came in to buy some daisies. You would clean them from the grave once they too had withered, replacing them with a fresh batch of seasonal purple flowers. 

It must have been her favourite colour form the amount of flowers at her funeral.

But months after the funeral Tommy had stopped coming too. You hadn’t seen him since. 

And you hadn’t seen her father Joel in the four years since he left your shop the day before the funeral, broken and grieving. 

You were sure he had his reasons, finding yourself responsible somehow to spend some time with the girl until her family was ready to visit her. 

You were quite surprised to find Joel lingering at the counter of your shop when you brought out the hyacinths. Telling Kat that you would take care of this she nodded, already walking towards a new customer who needed some help. 

„Mr. Miller,“ you said softly and he turned around, looking at you, surprised. 

„Joel, please,“ he said with a tight lipped smile. 

He looked…. Older. Deep lines around his eyes, his unkempt facial hair had some greys. 

He looked like the weight of the world rested on his shoulder. Which did not mean he wasn’t attractive anymore. The opposite really. 

„Joel,“ you said gently, „You wanted some purple flowers?“ you asked and he nodded. 

„Yeah. Uh…. I want a small bouquet of flowers. Purple, pink maybe blue?“ He asked, seeming nervous. 

You gave him a small smile. 

„Of course. You want to chose the flowers or should I? Apart from these of course. I do not have any other purples left i am afraid,“ you gestured to the hyacinths you had laid down on the counter. 

„You, please Ma’m,“ he said and you nodded. Taking deep breath when you turned away from him you drifted through your shop, reaching for some gerberas and snapdragons and some greens to fill out the bouquet before you made your way back to the counter. 

He was still leaning against the counter when you got back, looking at the hyacinths. Slowly you began to arrange the flowers, all under the watchful eyes of him. 

„I never thanked you for all the flowers. For the work you did with them at,“ he cleared his throat, „at the funeral,“ he said quietly. 

You finished binding the flowers before you looked up at him. 

„She deserved to have the best of the best that day. She was a special girl,“ you said as you looked at him and he nodded, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. When his eyes opened you could see just how hard this was for him. 

His life had changed in a matter of seconds and he was still dealing with the aftermath. 

You had read about the trial. 

The driver had been the CEO of some big tech company, now in prison until he would die there. You also read about the settlement after he had been sued for wrongful death, rumoured to be in the tens of millions. 

„She was a special girl,“ Joel whispered and you found yourself reaching over, putting your hand on top of his. He looked at you then and for a moment you forgot that you were in the middle of your busy flower shop. 

„What do I owe you?“ He asked and you shook your head. 

„It’s a gift. A birthday gift for her,“ you added quietly and you could read the surprise in his eyes. You knew it would be her eighteenth birthday today. 

Joel Miller looked at you, really looked at you then. 

You have him a small smile and he released a shaky breath before ever so slowly the corners of his mouth lifted. 

„Thank you. She’ll love it,“ he said. 

You watched him as he took the bouquet from you, giving you one last glance before he walked out of the shop and across the street. 

„You know him?“ Lisa, one of your employees and one of your closest friends asked after he left. 

You shook your head. 

„Not really. His daughter died in a car crash some years ago and I did the flowers for the funeral. Never seen so many flowers in my life,“ you said. 

„She the girl you bring flowers to?“ She asked and you nodded. 

Lisa hummed. 

„He’s hot,“ she added and you rolled your eyes with an oh my god before you disappeared back into the back into your office, still hearing her cackling. 

You wondered, if you would see Joel Miller again. 

„The contractor is here,“ Lisa knocked on your door and you looked up from where you were cutting roses to arrange them for small bouquets later. You nodded with a smile, having heard that the architect you had hired for the remodelling of the shop and the two greenhouses had arrived already. 

Washing your hands you took a look at the small mirror over the sink, deciding that you looked okay enough to meet with them. 

The architect, Tess, had come highly recommended by a friend of yours who had remodelled his office space a year ago. The two of you had clicked immediately and you loved the plans she had worked out. 

With the loan worked out now all that was left were the permits. 

Tess had said that she worked with a small contractor business that was still pretty knew but did great work. And you decided to trust her. 

Hugging her when you saw her you were excited to start this new project. 

Since launching the online shop a couple months ago you had hired additional help. Business was running more than good and you were ready to expand it. 

„This is the contractor I told you about, Joel Miller,“ she said and your eyebrows raised in surprise when the man turned around. 

„Oh, Hi Joel,“ you said with a wide smile. He chuckled as he waved rather awkwardly.

„You know each other?“ Tess asked, also surprised. 

Oh yes, you knew each other. Since that day where Joel had picked up the flower bouquet for Sarah’s birthday he had been back regularly. Every two to four weeks. Buying fresh flowers for Sarah before he walked towards the cemetery. 

Once, he hadn’t been in for almost four weeks it was him who found you at her grave, having just put in fresh new flowers under the white marble stone that read Sarah’s name. 

You still couldn’t point your finger as to why you were so drawn to her, but you decided to not question it anymore. 

Joel had been surprised to see you there. And you had rather embarrassed confessed that you had brought her flowers ever since her funeral so she had something pretty with her. 

He had invited you for a coffee after and ever since that day you would call Joel Miller a friend.

„I literally told you yesterday I was meeting up with a contractor, you could have told me,“ you said with narrowed eyes. He just winked at you. 

„Now where would be the fun in that, Darlin’?“ He said and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. Tess had a strange expression on her face when you looked at her and you made a sorry face. 

„We know each other. We’re….“ You looked at him, not really knowing how to label it. You were friends. Kind of? You don’t really spend much time together. He comes into your shop to buy flowers for his daughter’s grave and sometimes you have coffee. And, though it could be your imagination, sometimes he even flirted with you. 

„We’re friends,“ Joel said looking at Tess and you felt like you were missing something between them before Tess turned to you, smile plastered on her face. 

„Let’s talk about your new flower shop?" She asked, a little forced and you nodded, before you followed her outside, Joel following behind you. 

The meeting was a little awkward.

There was a tension in the air which definitely did not have to do with you but with whatever was going on between Joel and Tess. It left you in your thoughts as you closed down the shop for the night, having pondered over it ever since both Tess and Joel had left. 

Construction plans were finished, now you were waiting for the permit before construction could start, hopefully within the next two months. 

Were they a couple?

They didn’t seem like a couple. Not that it was any of your business. You were his… friend. He said so. Not that you would mind being more, but you were way to shy and awkward to ask him out. You weren’t even sure if he would be interested. God, why was being an adult so fucking hard?

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door, looking up to see Joel stand there. He was still wearing the red flannel shirt he had on when he left and you frowned before you made your way over to the door, unlocking it to let him in. 

„Is everything okay?“ You asked. He walked further into the store, hand rubbing over his neck as you locked the door again. 

„I want to apologise,“ he said. You tilted your head. 

„For me and Tess earlier. We’re…. It’s complicated. And it made the whole thing awkward,“ he explained. You walked towards the counter, jumping up so you could sit. 

„You don’t owe me any explanation. But if you want to talk, I’m here,“ you said and he sighed, before he followed you, sitting down on the counter next to you. 

You were sitting for a while before he began to talk.

„I went into a deep hole when Sarah died,“ he began after a while. You looked up at him. 

„The day after her funeral, I wanted…. I didn’t see any point of living when my little girl wasn’t here anymore. I was ready. I really was but at the last moment I flinched,“ he said any you inhaled sharply as he brought his fingers up to rub over his temple. You had noticed the scar but would never have asked. 

„I went to a clinic in Wyoming for a year. Worked through the injuries from the accident and the grief. Tommy, my brother, he couldn’t take it and enlisted. He only got back last year.

Anyways, it’s where I met Tess. She was at the clinic too. Not my story to tell but she lost someone too and needed some help to get better. I think…. I think we bonded over what we lost and became… intimate?“ He looked at you from the corner of his eyes but you just nodded. 

„Thing is I told her from the beginning that this would never become more. She’s…. She’s a great woman but she also reminds me of the worst time of my life. We stopped seeing each other when I left the clinic, but she moved here when she got a new job and I think she still thought that there could be something more between me and her. So she’s been giving construction work to my new business and because I want this business to succeed I took it. I talked to her again today. I think she understands now but… fuck, I’m an asshole really,“ he sighed and you reached over, putting your hand on top of his. 

„Why are you telling me all this?“ You asked softly and he looked at you. He was so close to you.

„I wanted to ask you out,“ he whispered and you gulped. 

„I was talking to Sarah on.. on that day on our way back home, asking her if she would be okay with me asking you out. You don’t know this but she really really liked you. Always kept talking about how you explained each and every flower to her. And I… I haven’t been in a real relationship with any woman since Sarah’s mom left when she was two years old.“

He turned his hand, palm now facing upwards so he could take your hand in his as he took a shaky breath in. 

„She said she’d love it if you got to spend more time with us. She was so happy and then…“ he shook his head and you saw a tear roll down his cheek. Carefully you reached up, brushing it away. 

There were tears in your eyes too. 

All of this was brand-new information to you. He wanted to ask you out? All those years ago?

„It took a long time for me to heal. To get my shit together. And yet I still haven’t asked you out,“ he said, your hand still on his cheek as he looked at you.

„Then do it,“ you whispered, with a small smile.

„Yeah?“ He murmured and you nodded. 

„Do you want to have dinner with me?“ He asked and your smile widened.

„Anytime,“ you said, tilting your chin up, eyes dropping close when his lips softly found yours.

You found yourself sitting on a picnic blanket close to Sarah’s grave. It was a nice afternoon and you had decided to take your lunch break outside, munching on your apple until your real lunch would get here.

Tomorrow, after two years of construction, your life would change. The new flower shop would re-open and you would finally be able to grow your own flowers in the green houses behind it. 

But not only that, in three days you would move in with Joel. Earlier this year he had bought the old Smith property next to where your flower shop was build on. It was a big piece of land with a farm that he had been fixing up these last months. 

Miller brothers construction really became Tommy Miller construction in the last year with Joel putting all his focus on the building of your new flower shop. 

That and…. Him wanting time to spend with his girlfriend. 

Not that he needed to work. You learned that the settlement out of the lawsuit was over 16 million dollars. Money he hadn’t touched until he finally knew what he wanted to do with it.

He had started a girls soccer camp in Sarah’s name that was benefiting families with lower income. And he loved every single second of it. 

Loving Joel Miller was like the world finally clicked into place for you. He was the one piece that you had always searched for without even knowing. After you went on your first date there hasn’t been a day where you had not seen each other. 

You were so sickeningly in love with each other, even Tess, who had been angry at Joel for a while after he told her again that there was no future for the two of them, had to admit that. She was now one of your closest friends, something Joel still found a bit weird sometimes.

„Starting without me?“ You heard Joel behind you and you looked over your shoulder, seeing him carry a bag of take out with him before he sat down next to you. He kissed you, once, twice, three times before he let himself fall on his back with a groan, taking you with him, making you laugh. 

„You were taking too long and I was too hungry,“ you pouted, leaning with your arm on his chest, looking down at him. One of his hands came to rest on your lower stomach, the belly only barely visible by now. 

You had learned two months ago that you were pregnant.

He wrapped one arm around you and you laid down with your head on his chest as you looked up into the blue sky. 

„You think Sarah would like a brother or a sister?“ You asked, his hand still on your belly. 

„I think she would say she didn’t care but deep down she would want a sister,“ he said and you smiled. 

„She would have loved you being her mom“ he whispered and you looked up at him, with tears in your eyes.  

„I’d have loved that too,“ you said quietly and he kissed your forehead. 

You were about to doze off when you felt him move, too tired to open your eyes to check what he was doing. 

„Hey,“ he whispered, his fingers brushing over your cheek. You scrunched up your nose before you opened your eyes to look at him, finding him holding up a ring with his other hand.

„Marry me?“ He asked and sobbed a yes, before you let him kiss you. 

[itsybitsyalchemist]

Erm... Mustang should have just politely bled to death in that basement instead, actually (JOKING) This was supposed to just be a sketch... (+ Said sketch because I like it)

[cl-0v3r]

Shes choking here mind you, she's being choked, you can literally hear it, air being almost impossible to breathe in, yet she STILL reaches out for Elora, screaming for her and trying to get to her, she's not scared for herself at this moment. She just didn't want to lose her close friend.

Do you know how painful it is to scream without having enough air in your lungs?? You can hear the raw, brutal and burn of her voice.

and y'all were a little too quick to judge on why Mel slammed "kino"s face into the wall. No she's not becoming violent, the foe killed her brother and Elora, that's the least insane thing she could do at that moment.

And this poor woman hello??? I'm still not over all these frames.

The fact that she was panicked from DRIPPING WATER just makes me wonder how painful it really was, the torture she'd been through this entire episode was insane. I'm surprised we haven't seen her bruise or bleed at all throughout the entire season, makes me wonder if she has healing abilities.

What kills me the most is that even after being hurt both emotionally AND physically, she still thinks of others rather than herself, she only ever started worrying after she woke up, she was scared, panicking, yet she never speaks of her pains, she was upset over the death of Elora. That's all she thought of, not the horrors of being grabbed, but the horrors of being unable to move and do anything within her abilities to save her friend.

She'd always been like this, ever since the death of that unnamed girl that hangs over her head, death haunts her, that's the price of having been blessed by kindred apparently.

ALSO; I apologize for anyone who'd sent me asks, I've been really busy and ill try my best to get to them as soon as I can ♡

[boxxing-flavored]

Sevikas ever after

Sevika x femme baker

Not canon, purely self indulgent I struggle with body image and orthorexia so if those things bother you, you may not want to read it nothing too heavy but yeah….

All for my wifey vee <3

Sevika knows what’s coming before you even step into the room. It’s not just the scent, the lingering smell sugar and butter on your skin or the faintest dusting of flour on your cheek. its the mischievous look in your eyes. the plate in your hands, half covered by a napkin like you’re about to reveal something truly evil. She groans, dragging a hand down her face. “What is it this time?”

You grin “I did a thing” she rolls her eyes reach for the plate you slide up to her like you’re offering her a bribe. “I tried a new dough ratio, and I need my strongest, scariest, most brutally honest taste tester.”

Sevika scoffs She knows how this goes. You shove food at her, grin up at her expectantly, and watch her with entirely too much interest as she takes a bite. And maybe that was fine… maybe before she started noticing the way her midsection wasn’t as cut, before her waist pushed softly against her waistband, before she started pulling her shirt down whenever she caught her reflection. But you couldn’t understand? you don’t see what she sees.

No, you just beam at her, nudging her arm. “C’mon. Taste test, taste test.” She rolls her eyes but obliges, taking a slow, deliberate bite. It’s good… of course it is. but she’s too focused on the way you’re watching her, hands on your hips, already waiting for feedback. “Well?” You rock on your toes to your heels, eyes bright. “Fluffier than last time?”

Sevika chews slowly“Yeah. Good texture.” You hum in approval but don’t move, still watching her, your gaze lowers to the way she shifts in place like she’s uncomfortable in her own skin. You watch her a little long with a confused expression briefly crossing you features. Then, without hesitation, you step forward and rest a hand to her waist.

Sevika tenses and pulls back. “What are you?-”

“Appreciating my loving beautiful strong girlfriend” you say simply, squeezing lightly, rubbing small, slow circles over the muscle softened back a small layer of fat beneath your palm. “Do you know how happy it makes me to see you eat? Like actually eating instead trying to sustain life on 3 meals of tobacco washed down with alcohol!”

Her stomach clenches, whether from your touch or your words, she doesn’t know.

“You’re acting like Ive never ate before.” She tries for dry humor, but it comes out rougher than she intends. You scoff. “You survived, Now you eat because you can.” You squeeze her gently, then press yourself fully against her, arms looping around her waist, hands settling over her stomach like it’s your favorite place to touch.

Sevika swallows.

“You don’t have to love it yet,” you murmur, resting your chin against her chest, gazing up at her. “But I do. Every inch of tou.”

She exhales sharply but she doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t tell you to stop. And when you press another treat into her hand, eyes warm and teasing, she eats it she might be muttering and rolling her eyes but she doesn’t outright and directly argue with you.

[rotpeaches]

"Soph, if you go after Isabella...you got no idea how fuckin' powerful she is."

"Maybe you should have said that to Isabella before she went after me."

[sougu]

~ Kung Fu - The First Female Emei Grandmaster in the World: Tenten ☆

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

I’m sorry but Nancy "I don't think my parents have ever loved each other. My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul de sac, and started their nuclear family. Screw that." Wheeler being reduced to an end game of Stancy vs Jancy can kick rocks!!!

Nancy deserves to be an independent reporter who gets to have her career as a woman of the 90s and not give a shit about marrying and pumping out kids. Give me Nancy Wheeler writing books and ground breaking articles. Give me Nancy Wheeler breaking the cycle of her small town parents. Nancy Wheeler deserves the world!! She can have a little bit of Robin Buckley as a treat!!!

[unacknowledgeable]

Imma slide in a free sample but like Serial Killer Reader won't mind a little Isha like gotham kid running around them no? 😉

The kid witness them like unalive a badguy or someone but they're like

THAT'S SO COOL

I just thought about this after I saw that kid in one of Jason's comic and he calls himself BlueHood I'm like look at the lil guy!

We just need a lil kid looking up to our clearly misunderstood and neglected reader to know we don't need the fam for love, We got this lil guy for emotional support!

also LOVE YOUR STUFF!

Hey, how'd you get access to my drafts??

Okay admittedly I've had this ask for a while and was too scared to answer until I had solidified how and when I wanted this character to show up, XD so now I know and I genuinely love this kid, they really hit the reader over the head with morals. 

This kid also helps y/n realize that hey, your mom was pretty fucked up because you would never treat your kid the way she treated you, so thats a crisis you get to deal with now. Yayyy

At first, you’d try to pawn the kid off on Gordon, he’s way better with kids, okay? You sure as hell aren't letting Bruce anywhere near the kid, so that's not an option. But after some back and forth, including a reasonable disdain for cops from the kid, you have reluctantly accepted your new role as guardian. This of course turns into unleashing your full blown older sibling energy that you've been keeping locked up tight sense Jason died.

anyway hopefully I can throw out how exactly you two met soon, we'll see

[ayoarticulate]

THATS GOLDEN GLOBE WINNER AYO EDEBIRI TO YOU!!

[outsockk]

run girl run!!!

[lazyclumzycat-blog]

Please give my girl some serotonin or endorphins in season 18..

[chansbabygirl]

When they say 'I love you' but Wen Yifan literally said:

"He should have anything he wants. He’s someone who shines so brightly. If he wants something, then he should have it. Even if it’s the stars in the sky, they should be brought down for him.”

"Sang Yan deserves, all the good things in the world. Back then, he was such a brilliant youth. You deserve all the good things."