#TY FOR THE ASK REED ;;;;

[hee-blee-art]

can I ask for a little kitty cat doodle? Here’s a fluffy for your troubles

certainly celeste! thnk you for this kitty image :) in return I offer sleepy doodles of not one but two kitties, guillo & reed:

[ID: a drawing of two cats: guillo, a bigger fluffier cat with a bigger nose, and reed, a smaller short hair cat. they are curled up together with reed on top of guillo, both asleep. end ID]

[lilas]

for the spotify wrapped asks: 25, 50 and 75!

Like a river flows // Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes // Some things are meant to be

You got your high ideals, thinking I took it hard // But you’re just a fool

I got the right to feel the hurt but it won’t scar // Cause you’re just a bruise and you won’t leave a mark

It’s a little bit clear now // I love you like the sun came out

spotify wrapped asks

[thecourtsknight]

for that oc outfit ask!!! atticus for 🚪! (what they wear when lounging around at home)

He techincally has two dfgkjhfg. But here!

[mushroom-trafficking]

for that uncommon oc question thingie... 13 and 28 for benji?

13: What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

“Green of course. You don’t have hair like I do only to not do it any favours by dressing in who knows what. Everything I wear has great thought put into it, always.”

Benji has and always will be a firm believer he looks best in green and frankly he’s right. Blue is a close second for him but only if it’s dark, he doesn’t do pale blue. The only pastel he’ll ever wear is pink and that’s rare. You won’t catch him dead in red.

He’s actually quite fashion conscious not that delving really allows for much expression. Well it does if you don’t mine your clothes getting muddy, bloody or torn to shit on the regular. Which he does mind very much.

28: Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

“Why, the truth of course. We wouldn’t get anywhere on lies now, would we?”

Benji is very much do as I say, not as I do. He would readily lie to others to spare feelings but would be personally offended if you did the same to him. Not that he lies on the regular, he tends to just blurt things out with little regard for the consequences sometimes. But something strategic is hardly beneath him, the hypocrite. He’d argue that he’d only lie over little things, nothing important. Not that he would even readily admit to lying in the first place.

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

2, 3, 9, 23, 24, 37, 53 and 54 for the music ask game!! Feel free to pick and choose which of these to answer if it’s too much :)

2. Do you still buy CDs (or other physical media)?

Not anymore, I do have the CD of the HTTYD soundtrack from way back when though and it’s one of my cherished possessions

3. Do you listen to more oldies or more current stuff?

Uhhh depends what is considered oldies. Probably trending towards more current stuff. I listen to a lot of 90s-2000s and then some more recent stuff from the past 5 years, it’s kinda even steven between all of that plus the occasional 70s album thrown in

9. Do you have a favorite band?

Too many lol in terms of what i actually listen to? Lovejoy. In terms of what I hold closest to my heart? Twenty One Pilots

23. Do you and your partner/best friend share a special song? One you’d call “our song”?

Cruel Summer is my and my friend’s song, it feels weird to listen to it when they’re not around lol. Me and my sibling have a playlist of songs that are ‘ours’ but top 5 are prolly Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny, Revived, Shivers, Bruises, and Hot Demon Bitches Near U

24. Do you play any instruments?

I play guitar as a hobby!

37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

I would KILL. to see the OG The Real Group live ngl

53. Is there a song you hated the first time you listened to but then loved after listening to it more times?

I actually wasn’t that keen on Portrait of a Blank Slate the first time i heard it lol but now it’s like one of my favourite songs ever

54. An album you loved since the first time you listened to:

Honestly most of the albums I listen to regularly I liked the first time through, cause if they didn’t make a good first impression I didn’t listen to them again. The oldest album I still listen to regularly that I liked first time through is probably Say I Am You by The Weepies

[rei-ismyname]

Resurrection of Magneto Highlights 1

RoM is a book that loses something in the highlight format as the big moments are truly earned and impactful. There's an ongoing narration, dialogue or soliloquy running through each issue tying everything together and to truly give context I'd have to annotate it. Lucky for us, Al Ewing and Luciano Vecchio are masters and every panel serves as a coda for Storm or Magneto from SWORD and X-Men Red. This is easily my longest Highlights yet, there's just so much to say.

I wish I dreamt about Magneto

Ororo has a dream of a full page splash - Magneto, Max, saying 'I was wrong' surrounded by five of his iconic helmets. 3 red ones, bloody and facing towards the world. 1 black, 1 white upright behind his back. It's been quite a while since Uranos the Undying tore his heart out on Judgement Day but it's good to see Ororo has some measure of peace and love on Arakko with Craig of NASA.

She's the deuteragonist of RoM so she chooses to follow her dream and seek Max in the afterlife. Ororo shows up at Adam Brashear/The Blue Marvel's underwater base and asks for help with exactly that. He lampshades how bozos like Reed would deem it impossible and leads her to a portal. He's in the middle of explaining how dangerous it is and requires... we don't hear because Storm takes a running leap and YOLOs into it. Tarn the Uncaring and a who's who of Marvel cosmology are there to greet her. Tarn is insulted that Ororo has come for the guy who exploded his head, but as above, so below - he loves to talk and she outwits him.

Ashake is often obliquely referred to but very rarely directly, so it's lovely to see her magical ancestor here to help. As Ororo pets her black cat, Ashake confirms this is a place of magic. Symbols and metaphors are powerful here - something Mags could use help with in his current state. It's also connected to the Kabbalistic tree of life, but I'm not very knowledgeable about that.

Two redrawn and recoloured keystone moments of Max and Ororo's relationship down the bottom.

She resolved to see this through and her thought carries her towards the Sphere of Judgement. Unexpectedly a bunch of Dominions bar her path, though luckily the two mutants are too small to truly be of interest to them. Still, a single mortal arriving in Overspace is significant and they prompt her to ask questions. The face of Dominions are shown but it's still fairy tale rules. The most important thing she learns is about Enigma, though she doesn't know it at the time.

The Sphere of Judgement is hostile, everything is inverted. Lightning is red, the river is lava, clouds are black, everything is broken. She notices this spot from her dream and the charred frames of Max's five helmets still sit in blood. Magneto has been here for months by choice, bypassing the Waiting Room Wanda built but refusing to move on. He believes he deserves this.

Finally she reaches Magneto weeping blood in front of a wall of names. Everyone he ever killed and he's counting every one, remembering their name. He's judging himself, punishing, and doesn't think he deserves to leave.

He shares his greatest shames, his most recent cruelties. Worst, the ones he convinced himself was necessary. He's overwhelmed by the red in his ledger and in this place of judgement lashes out, flinging names off the wall at Ororo while naming the person. What snaps him out of it is the mention that something happened to Charles, heh.

'The no-place of his heart' 👌

Max turns the judgement on Ororo but she rejects it, calling him out for extending Charles the grace he won't extend to himself plus a little hypocrisy. Magneto has always been prone to drama and that tendency can hurt as much as it heals.

That really gets him going, but he's judging himself more constructively now. Love, friendship, accountability. The things that are keeping some part of tethered to the living world. He pulls one more name down to say the name aloud before he sends it at Ororo - it's his - Max Eisenhardt. Still, he cries 'it's out of our hands.' He truly wants to give up but I think a part of him knows his story isn't done.

Ororo disagrees. Displaying why she's the only person who could assist in the resurrection of Magneto, she covers his eyes and remembers the rules of this place. The wall of the dead becomes its opposite - the wall of the living. Not those he killed but those he saved. It's enough to pull him out of punishing himself. Neither group should be forgotten but he can choose to save life rather than take it - to change.

Torturing yourself in a personal hell might appease some of those dead, but accepting responsibility to the living should be what comes after judgement. Suffering helps no one, and as he says to Logan as he's about to kill Charles much later - 'no more martyrs.' Part of why I enjoyed Magneto identifying Logan Behavior is because he himself is the king of it. Charles too. All three are prone to martyrdom but dying is easy. It's living that's difficult and worthwhile. Secluding yourself from the world, whether it's in the Sphere of Judgement, a mega prison, or with a pack of wolves - is senseless and selfish. Living is better.

Next time - what does that actually mean for both of them and how do they get out of this place? It's not as simple as turning a key. Choosing to live is hard work. Metatextually, change and rebirth requires a tour of all that he is, all that he's done. What's the point of killing a character and then bringing them back the same as they were? Comic books do it all the time, but Magneto's long history is a study of opposites and extremes. He, the writer and the reader all need to deconstruct Magneto so he can be reconstructed as a better person. With the benefit of hindsight we know he succeeds, but what does that actually look like for him? 60 years of his oversized influence on the world is a lot and it only gets better from here.

[mukbeez]

MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333

PLSPSLOSLSLSLSÑSLSPSLSÑSLÑSJSLDLSJSKS ILYSM KSBDND

doing ur makeup with the ducks !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, fulton reed, connie moreau, guy germaine, julie gaffney, ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

✧ additional info: can be read as romantic or platonic! readers gender isn’t explicitly specified but is supposed to be fem

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ charlie conway

he’s. very interesting about it

he’ll mainly just sit and watch cause he doesn’t know what else to do but will ask questions

“omg what’s this” and it’s probably mascara

even though he’s a guy u would think he knows that

he’s not mean about it or anything, he actually asks a lot of questions because he’s genuinely interested

ೃ༄ adam banks

i have a hc he has an older sister so he actually knows what a lot of the bottles are

he’d let u test lipsticks on his arm <3

and if u wanted his honest opinion on how ur makeup looks he may or may not be able to give it 😭 but if he thinks it looks bad he’ll hesitate for like 5 mins before finally saying “you look a little crazy.. i’m sorry”

and he’d let u put some on him for funsies

ೃ༄ lester averman

he’d talk non stop the whole time u do ur makeup

it’s like 40% questions and 60% random nonsense

it’s entertaining though because he knows all the gossip and has fun facts that are actually terrifying

he’d wanna try to put makeup on u but u don’t let him cause he’ll fuck up 💕

and if u get up to go to the bathroom or just to get something u come back and bro looks like a clown

ೃ༄ fulton reed

despite the fact he’s very silly and chaotic and always has something to start yelling about he actually likes the peacefulness of when ur doing ur makeup

it’s like a little free period for him cause he can get hw done, sleep, just sit there and talk normally, etc

ofc cause he’s a Teenage Boy he’d probably make fun of u a little but he’s overall amazed by the process and how long a full face takes

and also would ask u to tell him whatever gossip yk and his responses are so funny

“so yk chelsea?—” “OHH THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT??? YEAHHH” “apparently the dad is j-“ “JAKE??? I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

ೃ༄ connie moreau

i feel like she’s one of those girls who only wears like mascara and lipgloss (not cause she’s a pick me but because she doesn’t know how to do anything else)

will ask u to do hers for her! and teach her how to do stuff like blush and eyeliner since she doesn’t know how but rlly wants to learn

and she also compliments ur makeup every 2 mins

“omgg u look gorgeous!” “connie babes i haven’t even put anything on yet” “and? <3”

ೃ༄ guy germaine

says things like “you look so pretty” or “that looks so cool? omg?” every 2 seconds

he genuinely thinks ur the greatest at doing makeup

and he also let’s u test lipsticks on his arm

i feel like he’d ask u to put eyeliner on him just cause he wants to see what it looks like on him <3

also his hands are probably really steady for some reason?? so if u have shaky hands hed help u put stuff on

ೃ༄ julie gaffney

100% curls ur lashes for u if ur also terrified of the lash curler

does hers with u even though she doesn’t rlly use concealer and foundation and skin stuff cause she washes her face every day <3

but she’d know how to use literally everything and is fucking amazing at it and can help u with whatever u want

would ask u to help her choose colours if she decides to have colourful eyeshadow

let’s u paint her nails <3

ೃ༄ ken wu

i’m ngl he probably just sits there and watches

probably uses the time to just talk about whatever

and if y’all have classes together he asks for help with hw 😭

“so what’s number 4 again??” “oh it’s 13 over 6” “ty!!”

he’d also start organizing ur makeup for funsies and brings u snacks and water if he gets bored

ೃ༄ dean portman

will look through literally all ur makeup for funsies

and also asks a shit ton of questions

would probably say “that’s so girly 😹🫵” as a joke but he’s actually rlly intrigued and likes watching u do it

hands u whatever u need but u probably have to explain it to him and he grabs it at the last second to be a bitch

“can u hand me the lash curler?” “the what” “that curvy thing that looks like a little science tool” “wtf r u talking about” “oh my god let me—“ “OHHH U MEAN THIS”

sometimes he actually has no idea wtf u mean though

ೃ༄ luis mendoza

knows what everything is cause as we all know this MAN WHORE has had like 400 gfs

would suggest different lip colours to do

will 100% rizz u up while ur putting on lip gloss or lipstick

“i like that colour, u should kiss me so we can both have it” “that wasn’t smooth at all”

he also makes jokes like the little comedian he is (compares random people to random shit)

ೃ༄ dwayne robertson

he’s like adam but more talkative

would try to guess what everything is used for and like very rarely gets it right

but when he does he gets so excited

he’d do ur hair while u do ur makeup so u don’t have to after

WOULD PLAY COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE BG.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Hi! Can I request a fic of Barrage taking care of his baby who got sick? Ty ♡

❥ I gotcha boo

꧁Ꙭ꧂

Sickly Sweet

��Pairing: Husband! Barrage x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, language, married couple, children, a sick wife, acts of service, use of Cal/Calvin,

𖤐Summary: Barrage comes home from work only to know that his wife had called in because she was “a bit” sick

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3:30PM

Barrage was coming home from a hard day at work. His hand was on his face covering his eyes as he sat at the red light, he groans when it finally turns green.

He pulls up into the driveway of his home, opening the front door and kicking his boots off at the front.

“Baby! I’m home! You would not believe the day I had,” he says, taking his jacket off and hanging it up, he comes around the corner and doesn’t see Y/n in her usual spot after she gets home from work.

Maybe she’s working late? But Y/n hardly ever works late.

He walks upstairs and opens the crack bedroom door, in the bed he sees his wife all snuggled up under the blankets.

“Baby?” He questions, looking at her and quickly moving to her to see what is the matter. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead. “Baby, you’re burning up.”

“I don’t feel good,” she mumbles under the covers.

“I can tell.” He says, he goes into the bathroom and starts pulling out medications for Y/n to take.

“I-I’ve already tried those,” she tells him.

“Did they do anything?”

“Maybe s-stop my cough for a little bit,” she says, sitting up only for Calvin to come by and grab her shoulders to rest her down.

“No, baby, stay down, you need to sleep-“

“The kids also n-need to be p-picked up from s-school.” She reminds him.

“Dammit, I don’t wanna leave you-“

“I’ve been stuck home all day for 7 hours, I’ll be okay, go get them, and I’ll take a few more medicine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now go on,” she says, patting his buff arm.

Barrage was always a worry wort when it came to his wife’s health, I mean the man took an oath to her when they got married he’ll be there for her through sickness and health.

He got his boots back on along with his coat and rushed out of the house.

Y/n grabs a blanket and wraps herself up in the warmth, she goes to the bathroom where she saw all the medications spread out on the sinks counter. She slightly chuckles and takes a Tylenol and a grave a handful of cough drops and heads back to bed to continue her resting.

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Calvin sat in that car rider line for what felt like 30 minutes, (it’s was 10 minutes) he sees his kids Reed his son and Addie his daughter standing outside Reed looking for a familiar car while holding his little sisters hand.

Once the line moved Barrage rolls the window down and Reed walks to his dad’s truck opening the back door for Addie to get in and he gets into the passenger side.

“Come on, come on, buckle up,” Calvin says.

“Why are we in a rush?” Reed asked.

“Your mom is sick and I want to get home, asap.”

“What does asap mean?” Addie asked from the back.

“As soon as possible,” Calvin says, bluntly as he pulls out of the parking lot. The man was panicking like if he didn’t get home in time something bad was going to be happen, and nothing was, the man is dramatic.

When Barrage started driving he might have started breaking some traffic laws, speeding, tailgating, slightly running a red light, which Addie called him out on for not waiting.

“So, daddy, if I have to be somewhere does that mean asap?”

“Yes, baby.”

“So we have to get home because mama is sick.”

“Yep, I just want us to get there, so I can take care of her and help her.”

“Can I help her?” Addie asked.

“I don’t know baby, I don’t want you getting sick as well.”

“I won’t get sick, I promise.”

“Baby, that’s not up to you, it’s up to your body and how mama’s germs might hurt you.”

“What about you then?”

“I’ll be okay. I’m tough.”

“I am too.”

Y/n had her eyes closed and she heard the front door slam shut, she opened her eyes and heard Addie’s voice from downstairs asking for a snack.

Barrage ended up giving Addie some grapes and Reed had gone upstairs to start on his homework.

Barrage goes upstairs and pushes the door at the end of the hallway seeing Y/n in the same place he left her.

“Did you take any of the medicine?”

“I-I took a Tylenol and a few cough drops,” she says. Barrage sat on the edge of the bed caressed her hair, she looked so at peace with Barrage comforting her.

"The kids are home, and they're safe, but how are you feeling?"

"Still worse," she says.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me you were sick this morning?" Calvin asked.

"I don't know, maybe I could go to work and suck it up, but I got up and got ready but the moment I was ready to leave. I started to feel sick and my stomach was hurting and I just called in, I didn't tell you cause I wanted you to keep working."

"And the kids?"

"I told them to take the bus and either me or you would pick them up."

Barrage looks down at her and takes a deep breath. "If you feel sick baby, I wouldn't mind coming home early just to take care of you...do you want some tea?"

"Do we have any?"

"I think we have peppermint, chamomile, ginger and elderberry."

"I'll take chamomile."

"The way you like it?" She just nods at his question, he kissed her forehead and walks out of the bedroom and into the hallway, where he sees Addie heading to her room, but she stops and sees her dad walking towards her, his hand goes to the top of her head and pats her black hair as he continues past her to the kitchen.

Addie looks at the bedroom at the end of the hallway and goes towards it, she sees Y/n laying on the bed, snuggled under the blankets and she opens her eyes seeing Addie coming towards the bed.

"Mama?" Y/n placed her arm out to keep the distance between her and Addie.

"Stay there baby," Y/n says, giving her a soft smile. "I don't want you getting sick too."

"But I want to see you mama."

"I'm right here."

"How'd you get sick?" Addie asked.

"I'm not sure baby, just woke up not feeling great."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Not really, daddy went to go make me some tea, so I can feel somewhat better," she smiles at her daughter.

"Reed said you have a cold."

"I do."

"Addie," Calvin came into the bedroom, placing the mug on Y/n's nightstand and picking Addie up.

"I wanna stay with mama."

"She needs rest, come on, let's go play," Barrage says, carrying his daughter back into her bedroom and placed her down on her rug.

"What did I say?" He reminds her.

"To keep my distance."

"Yes, baby, come on now, how about we play or do you have homework that needs to be done?" He asked. She looks down at her feet.

"Homework." She says.

"Then let's get it done," he says as she opens her backpack and pulls out her pink folder covered in stickers and some pencil designs.

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8:00PM

Y/n just felt worse, Barrage sat on the edge of the bed holding Y/n's hand as she was heavy breathing as if she had just ran a marathon, her nose was also stuffed up, so she could hardly breath along with a few small whistles coming from her nose that drove her insane, and every time she sniffled trying to clear it, just felt worse.

Barrage had placed a cold rag on her forehead as she laid on her back, his hand moves from holding her hand to moving under her shirt not trying to do anything but just felt to rest there.

"Cal?"

"It's okay, do you wanna take a bath and try to lower your temp?"

"I-I can t-try," she tries to get up, Barrage took the rag off her forehead and he didn't let her touch her ground, he picks her up and takes her to the bathroom, he kicks the door shut but made sure it was cracked.

He sets her on the counter and turns to turn on the bath, he made sure the water was lukewarm, he turns to help her remove her clothes, her sweatpants, her fluffy socks that were so thick to keep her feet warm, then her hoodie (Barrage's hoodie). He picks her back up and gently placed her in the bath.

"I'm gonna go check on the kids, let me know when you're hungry and I'll make you some soup."

"Okay," her face was red and flushed.

He walks out, cracking the bathroom door and heading out, down the hall he opens Reed's door seeing him play his video games and Addie was in there with him giving him a "make over" with her fake makeup products she had got from Y/n.

Addie was fascinated with Y/n's make up, so she bought her daughter some play make up kits. Reed was use to Addie getting in his way while playing his video game(s). He didn't game mad nor did he throw a fit that Addie was blocking him, he just accepted it.

Calvin smiles and walks fully into the bedroom.

"What are you two doing?"

"I'm playing Fortnite."

"I'm giving, bubby a make over, does he look pretty?" She asked showing off Reed's bare face but she pretended that there were markings on his face.

"Very," he chuckles. He rubs Reed's black hair and kissed the top of Addie's head. "I'll come back and check up on you two." Barrage says, walking back to the bedroom.

Y/n had stood up and grabbed the towel hanging up and Barrage came in and before Y/n got out of the tub before her foot hit the bathmat, Barrage picked her up setting her back on the counter.

"You hungry?" She nods and gives a yawn. "butternut squash, chicken noodle or vegetable soup?"

"Vegetable," she says.

Calvin then grabs some sweatpants, another pair of thick socks, and another one of Calvin's hoodies. She walks to the bed, and Barrage walks back to the kitchen.

"Are you making dinner?" Addie asked coming into the kitchen.

"I am, do you want vegetable soup?"

"Vegetables? No," she made a disgusted face. Barrage chuckles.

"I know, you want chicken noodle?" She just nods and he doesn't need to ask Reed knowing he'll probably want chicken noodle.

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8:15PM

Barrage placed both bowls on the table giving his kids grilled cheeses as well, he takes a bowl upstairs and opens the bedroom door seeing the TV was on but at low volume, Y/n asleep facing away from the TV and she was fully on his side of the bed and not hers.

"Baby? Babe," he says, placing the bowl on the nightstand and gently shaking her awake.

"Hm?" She hums.

"Dinner's here," he says. She rubs her eyes and turns over.

"Thank you," she says, smiling and taking the warm bowl into her hands.

"Be careful the bowl is hot," she always careful.

Barrage wanted to make sure his family ate before he did, his kids ate first and then his sick wife, Barrage kissed her temple told her he'd be back and then goes back downstairs to get his bowl, and sit with the kids.

"Is mama feeling better?" Addie asked.

"I don't know baby, she might be," he says.

"Will mama still take me to baseball practice tomorrow?" Reed asked.

"Not sure, bud, if not, I'll take ya'."

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11:00PM

Y/n was on her back looking up at the ceiling, Barrage laying next to her, his arm under her head as his other was just holding her tightly. Barrage didn't care if he got sick as long as his wife felt better that's all he cared about.

She looks over at him and caressed his black hair.

"I wish you didn't cuddle me right now."

"Hmm~ I'm just making sure you're comfortable."

"But you'll probably get sick too."

"Don't care."

"I do."

"I don't...now, go to bed," he says, cupping her face and kissing her cheek.

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Next Morning (Saturday, 8:00PM)

Y/n had woke up first, she was feeling good, her stomach still felt bad, but she got up and heads to the bathroom to take a Dayquil, she goes downstairs and starts fixing breakfast for everyone.

Addie came downstairs and the same with Reed, both kids yawned, Addie hugging Y/n's legs and Reed turned the TV on to play a random kid TV show.

Barrage woke up feeling the WORST. He rubs his temple he has a headache, his stomach hurts, his throat felt dry, and his nose was stuffed up.

"Oh fuck," he says, knowing exactly how he got sick.

"Morning, Cal."

"Morning," he sounded sick.

"Oh you sound sick, and stuffed up."

"I am," he sneezes and used the back of his hand to rub his nose. "Fuck," he curses.

"Do you want soup?" She teases, now the roles have reversed. Now, she has to take care of her now sick husband.

[cinderflower]

Miquella from ER! 5, 14, 21

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Recently it's "Stay Golden" by Roniit

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Definitely androgynous and high fashion. High fashion because I think Miquella leans a lot into how he presents himself to try and present power and authority to make up for his young appearance, and androgynous because of my GNC/transfemme reading of his character.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I answered this in the last ask but I can definitely add more lol. I really adore writing the dysphoria of Trina and exploring how that dynamic worked when considering her both as an alias as well as a spiritual fragment of him (when leaning more into the GNC/transfemme reading especially). I don't like writing him being dishonest with Malenia, but there's certain moments where its more fitting for his character to not tell the truth or reveal things to her.

[msmorningstaarr]

guy next door | joel miller x oc (angie reed) | chapter I

ao3 | masterlist

summary: During the summer of 2003, Angie had recently moved into her parent’s new home in Austin at their guest house to have a fresh start after a nasty break up with her fiancé. Her new neighbor, Joel Miller, is more than happy to make her feel welcome to the neighborhood. pairing: joel miller x female oc (angie reed) tags: fluff, long fic, romance, slight angst eventually, oc has no physical description, oc is early 20s joel is late 20s, eventual smut, slow burn, mentions of infidelity, no outbreak au!, 2003 au!, soft joel, good daddy joel, sarah going into her teenage dirtbag phase, trust issues, domestic fluff, protective joel, eventual sex, w.c: 5.6k a.n.: so i’ve post it before but somethings were really shitty and i figured i needed to change somethings in my writing. i really hope you guys like it as much as i liked writing it. likes, comments and reblogs are not mandatory but very appreciated! 💖

“Shit…” Sarah stared at herself in the mirror, eyes wide with shock. It had happened. She bit her lip, trying desperately to think of a plan, but her mind was blank. There, on the back of her white shorts, was a red stain, impossible to ignore, especially as she was getting ready for a neighbor’s pool party. She was alone, with her dad and uncle likely out grabbing beers somewhere before the evening feast they were all supposed to attend. But even if they’d been there, Joel and Tommy would have been of no help in this situation at all.

Sarah sank onto the bathroom floor, clutching her stomach as she started to cry in confusion and a certain desperation. She had no mother to explain exactly what periods were, which pads to wear or simply comfort her in this experience. The cramps twisted hard in her abdomen, and waves of panic surged over her. Glancing back at the mirror, she put her hands over her face, already feeling defeated as she looked for some practical way to cover the growing stain. In a flash of impulse, she grabbed an old sweater from her laundry basket, tying it around her waist.

Peeking out the window, Sarah spotted a young woman across the street, carrying some boxes in front of the guest house inside the property, next to the main house. The woman looked alone and with luck, she might be kind enough to help. Sarah took a shaky breath and headed out, trying to stomp confidently but having her body allowing her no more than a slow walk outside of the house, while the girl carried the last box upstairs to her home, closing the door without seeing Sarah.

Across the street, Angie wiped the sweat from her forehead, her messy bun barely containing her damp hair as she moved the last of the boxes inside. Her parents had bought this property in Austin to be closer to her during a rough patch and to settle into a quieter life in the suburbs. Today’s scorching Texas heat seemed almost punishing, making her feel as if this exhausting day would never end. Inside, hills of boxes and scattered bubble wrap covered every corner of her new home. All she wanted was a cold shower before unwinding and unpacking in peace.

This move to Austin was supposed to be a fresh start. Angie’s engagement had ended bitterly, shattering her dreams of a future with Trey. She’d pictured marriage, a family, a life together — until he drifted away, leaving her for someone else under the cheap excuse he had to focus on his engineering career. Her parents had been nothing but supportive, and when she finally agreed to their plan to move closer, they wasted no time making it happen, but still threw some words along the line of ‘he’ll fall in line soon and will ask you back’, Angie, however, seemed determined to let Trey go once and for all. Now, standing amid all these boxes, Angie reminded herself that maybe, just maybe, this change would be good.

She let the cool water from the shower wash over her, sighing as the day’s stress melted away. The sweat and grime were replaced with the soft, clean scent of soap. She was drying off and feeling lighter when a sudden, persistent knock sounded at her door. Wrapping herself in a towel, she walked to the door, slightly annoyed.

“Mom, I said I don’t–” she began, opening the door, but paused when she saw a young girl standing there. The girl’s face was flushed, her fingers fidgeting nervously over her belly. She looked no older than thirteen. Angie raised her eyebrows, slightly concerned.

“Oh, hi sweetie,” she said gently, leaning against the doorframe.

“H-hi… I’m Sarah,” the girl stammered as she looked down, clearly embarrassed.

“How can I help you, kiddo?” Angie asked, folding her arms, her voice softening.

“I��� I’m having… issues,” Sarah muttered, glancing down, her dark skinned cheeks turning pink. Angie paused, sensing what the problem might be but waiting for Sarah to say it herself.

“Issues?” Angie asked, tilting her head with a gentle smile.

“Yeah…” Sarah bit her lip, hesitating. “Girl issues?”

“You got your period, huh?” Angie asked, her voice warm with understanding. She smiled and rolled her eyes in sympathy. “Come on in, honey. I’m Angie, by the way.”

Sarah’s face lit up with relief, though her eyes still held a trace of sadness and uncertainty. “Thank you,” she whispered, grateful for the kindness of this stranger who had quickly become her lifeline.

“Don’t mind the mess, ‘just moved in,” Angie walked towards her bedroom as she loudly spoke, finding some tanktop and shorts to wear after showering herself.

“No troubles.” Sarah replied, standing still, once she was scared she would leave some stain in Angie’s couch. As soon as Angie returned, Sarah peeked at the older girl carrying a bag and having a towel wrapped around her head.

“Did your mom ever talk to you about periods?” She asked, placing the pink small bag over the table. Sarah narrowed her eyes, feeling an involuntary urge to cry as she heard the word “mom”. She never gave much thought to her mom or the fact she left her and Joel to live a dutiless life, but this new change in her body brought her new emotions that Sarah couldn’t fathom of where it came from. Her eyes teared up, triggered by that simple sentence and Angie looked at the child, concerned she said something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Oh, honey,” Angie murmured, realizing she had touched a nerve. She placed a comforting hand on Sarah’s shoulder, guiding her to the couch, where they sat together. “I’m so sorry if I said something that hurt you,” she said softly. “Look, why don’t we start by going through a few basics? I brought some things that might help. This little guy,” she said, pointing to a pad. “is going to be your new best friend for a few days each month. It might seem strange at first, but everyone’s been through it. I’ll walk you through how to use it. And, just so you know, cramps and weird feelings can come with the territory, too. That’s what these tablets are for, they’ll help with the stomach aches.”

Sarah’s eyes flickered to the chocolate bar, and Angie chuckled, nudging it towards her. “Chocolate helps too. I promise.”

A faint smile crossed Sarah’s lips, and she reached for the bar, unwrapping it slowly. “Thanks,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“No problem,” Angie replied, her tone light. “Periods can be damn bad, especially the first time. But once you get the hang of it, you’ll see it’s just a part of life.”

Sarah took a deep breath, her gaze focused on the pad as she tried to ignore the ache in her stomach. Angie handed it to her, explaining how it would attach to her underwear, going through the steps carefully but casually to keep things light. Once Sarah seemed to understand, Angie gently squeezed her shoulder. Sarah took a bite of chocolate, letting the sweetness calm her. She looked down at the pads on the table, still feeling a bit lost. “It’s just… I don’t know anything about this stuff,” she admitted, twisting the wrapper nervously. “I didn’t even know it would… hurt like this.”

“Y’know,” Angie added, showing her Texan accent. “it’s perfectly okay to feel whatever you’re feeling right now. Sad, scared, or even mad. ‘S a big change, and it can be a lot to take in. But I promise, it gets easier.”

“Does it? My belly hurts real bad now.” Sarah replied, pouting her lips as she pressed some heat from her hands over her abdomen. Angie laughed faintly and caressed the girl’s long curls.

“It does, sweetie,” Angie said, still patting her hair. “But there’ll be times you’ll be dying for your period to come.”

Sarah looked at Angie puzzled at face and then, Angie realized she was talking to a thirteen year old who had no idea of what she was talking about. “In a few years you’ll understand, kiddo.” She completed, grabbing her chin and Sarah shrugged.

“What about these?” Sarah asked, getting a long tampon in her hands, horrified by its size. “Do you put this like… right there?”

Angie crossed her arms after scratching her eyebrows and smiling briefly amongst the mess in her living room. “Yeah… this one might be too much for you now, kiddo. Let’s keep on the tampons for now, ‘kay?”

“Thanks,” Sarah said, her face relaxing a little. She glanced again at the tampon on the table, her curiosity lingering, but it was comforting to know she didn’t have to figure it all out right away.

“Anytime,” Angie replied, giving her a reassuring smile. “Y’can lay down in my bedroom. ‘S the only place is not full of boxes, I’ll get the heating pad warm for you.”

Meanwhile, Joel and Tommy strolled home beneath the relentless sun, the cold coming from the beer packs offering a welcome chill against their chests. The day was blazing, and they were more than ready to kick back and enjoy the afternoon ahead. “I was talkin’ with Herschel at the liquor store and he talked about this cute lil’ thing living right across the street,” Tommy said, waiting for Joel to open the front door. Joel remained silent, not giving too much thought about it. He had dated a few ladies in the past, but none worked out for him. For now, he was solely focused on raising Sarah.

“Tell me ‘bout that,” he replied, pretending to be interested in his brother’s typical womanizing chatter as he turned the key in the lock.

As they stepped inside, Joel paused, immediately noticing the unusual quiet that filled the house. The TV was off, and there was no trace of Sarah bustling around or playing music like she often did. Joel’s eyes drifted up the stairs, figuring she was probably in her room, getting ready for the neighbor’s pool party. He shrugged it off, glancing at Tommy, who raised an eyebrow in silent question.

“I saw her carrying loads of boxes into that house that belonged to that Thomas family who moved away to Arizona,” Tommy continued, getting into Joel’s home as he opened the door. “Guess that means she’s new to the neighborhood. What an eye-candy, all sweaty, beautiful legs, cute smile.”

Joel shrugged as he dropped his keys onto the table. “New neighbors, huh? That’s nice, I guess.” He walked into the living room, his mind still half-focused on Sarah and her quiet absence.

“C’mon, man! You should at least check her out!” Tommy urged, following Joel into the room. “Could be a good distraction for you.”

Joel shot him a look, half-amused and half-annoyed. “Not interested, Tommy. I’ve got enough on my plate right now.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t hurt to make some friends,” Tommy countered, a smirk spreading across his face. “Especially if they have those pretty legs like the new neighbor.”

Joel shook his head, unable to suppress a smile despite himself. “You’re an asshole.” He couldn’t help but appreciate Tommy’s enthusiasm, even if he had no intention of pursuing anything beyond his responsibilities. “Let’s just focus on getting ready for the party.” He said, trying to redirect the conversation. He called out for Sarah, raising his voice slightly. “Sarah!”

There was no response. He frowned and glanced toward the stairs, hearing only silence echoing back at him. “Hey, Sarah! You up there?” he tried again, a hint of concern creeping into his voice as he made his way toward the stairs.

Tommy followed him, still grinning. “She’s probably just taking her sweet time,” he said, crossing his arms. “You know how girls can be. Maybe she’s trying on every outfit she has.”

Joel roamed the second floor of his house, checking for his daughter. Looked inside his and her bedroom, the bathroom, nothing. A pang of worry fell upon Joel. “Tommy, check if Sarah’s downstairs!” Joel asked, yelling from the second floor as he went down the stairs. Tommy nodded, a hint of seriousness now creeping into his playful demeanor. He sprinted to the bottom of the stairs and looked around the living room. “Sarah! You down here?” he shouted, but only silence responded.

Joel reached the last step, his heart racing a little faster as he glanced around. “Sarah!” he called again, his voice laced with concern. “Where are you?”

He walked into the living room, scanning every corner, and then turned toward the kitchen, thinking she might be grabbing a snack. The kitchen was empty, too. Joel felt a knot tighten in his chest.

“Maybe she’s outside?” Tommy suggested, moving toward the back door. “You know how kids like to hang out in the yard when they think no one’s watching.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Joel replied, trying to push away the worry gnawing at him. As Tommy opened the door and stepped outside, Joel followed close behind. The bright sun hit him, and he squinted, scanning the backyard for any sign of his daughter.

“Sarah!” Tommy called out again, his voice carrying over the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Still no answer. Joel stepped further onto the patio, a sinking feeling settling deeper in his gut.

“Let’s check the front,” Joel suggested, feeling the need to cover all bases. As they moved around the house to the front yard, he felt an unsettling sense of urgency. “If she’s not in the backyard, she could have gone to the Adler’s or something.”

“Sarah!” Joel called out, stepping onto the porch and peering inside. “Are you in there?”

Just as he was about to knock, a voice floated back to him, a familiar voice, but tinged with uncertainty. “I’m here!” Sarah replied, her tone brightening with relief.

Joel exchanged a quick glance with Tommy, both of them relaxing slightly. They saw Sarah coming downstairs from the neighbor’s home with a girl next to her, stepping slowly as she carried a heating pad over her belly. “What’s going on, kiddo?” Joel asked, breathing relieved as he saw his daughter safe and sound, but puzzled as to why his daughter had brought a heating pad on the hottest day of June.

“Uh… hey,” Angie said, extending her hand at Joel, who shook hands with her briefly and mainly focusing on Sarah’s well-being. “My name’s Angie, I’m your new neighbor livin’ ‘cross the street. I’d take it easy on her, uh… she’s gone through a bit too much this last hour.”

“Um… hi Angie, thanks for watching her, I’m Joel.” Joel said, trying to be as polite as possible. “As for you, going out without my permission and disturbing the new neighbors Sarah, c’mon…” he finished, rolling his eyes.

“No, dad, you don’t get it…” Sarah said, trying to reason with Joel.

“Yeah, good luck with that, miss,” Tommy chimed in, his hands shoved into his pockets as he tried to disguise a laugh at the father-daughter exchange.

“She was actually looking for help,” Angie interjected, sensing the tension. “Sarah needed someone to talk to about… well, girl stuff. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Joel raised an eyebrow, momentarily confused. He exchanged a glance with Tommy, who seemed just as puzzled.

Angie approached them, holding out a bag filled with toiletries. “Hate to be the messenger, but your daughter went through, um… the change,” she said, her tone gentle but matter-of-fact.

Joel’s heart sank, and he felt like being hit like a ton of bricks as his cheeks grew red of embarrassment. He looked from Angie to Sarah, who stood there with a mixture of shame and vulnerability. “Oh,” he said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You mean…”

“Yeah, I got my period,” Sarah admitted, her voice annoyed. “I didn’t know what to do, and Angie helped me.”

Tommy, realizing the gravity of the moment, stopped his teasing and looked at Sarah with an unexpected seriousness. “Hey kiddo, don’t feel bad” he said, trying to lighten the mood, but his tone was respectful. “You’re not alone in this.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, annoyance flooding her cheeks as she hid her face in her hands. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered, wishing she could just disappear.

Joel took a deep breath, processing everything. “I’m glad you had someone to talk to, Sarah,” he said, his protective instincts kicking in. “But you should have come to me. I can help too.”

“No, Dad, you can’t! Ugh!” Sarah exclaimed, exasperation lacing her words. “You don’t understand! It’s just... embarrassing. Ugh! Nobody gets me!”

Angie watched the exchange, sensing the emotional intensity of the moment. She looked at Joel, unsure of how to proceed from there. This was clearly a delicate situation, and she wanted to offer support without overstepping. Tommy, sensing the need for space, quietly stepped back inside the house, leaving Sarah and Joel alone and closed the door behind him, allowing the father and daughter to have their moment without distraction.

“Sarah, honey, I think that you shouldn’ talk to your dad like this.” Angie said, with a soft voice as her heavy southern accent was shown. “I tell you that, go home and rest, take these with you.” Angie completed her sentence, giving Joel the sack of feminine products.

“Go home and rest. Sometimes just lying down for a bit can help. And if you need to talk, ’m right across the street,” she added, her tone reassuring.

Sarah hesitated, glancing at the items in Angie’s hand. “Thanks, I guess. But it’s just… weird.”

Angie chuckled lightly. “‘S part of life sweetie, in time things will settle.”

Joel nodded in agreement. “Angie’s right, kiddo. And I promise, it’s not as scary as it seems. Just remember, it’s a normal part of life.”

“You know nothing, dad,” Sarah hit back, rolling her eyes. Feeling the weight of their words, the girl took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. I’ll take them.” She reached out and accepted the items, a small smile breaking through her earlier frustration. “Thanks, Angie.”

“Anytime, sweet pea,” Angie replied, her voice filled with sincerity. “And if you need anything else, just knock on my door. Seriously.”

With a final glance between them, Sarah felt a little more at ease. “Alright, I’m heading home. I guess I can rest and NO PARTY for us!”

Sarah turned to walk away, speaking in a loud, grumpy and bossy tone. Joel grinned and scratched his eyes before looking at Angie more carefully. The girl was indeed a cute little thing with her hair humid and wavy, her features so delicate and feminine that it became almost impossible to not notice her. Her lips were also perfectly shaped. He couldn’t deny, she really was an eye-candy just like Tommy said, but he was quick to send these thoughts away.

“Uh… I had no chance to say thank you. You’re probably full of stuff to do and-...” Joel said, strangely clumsy around the girl before she interrupted him. Angie, on the other hand, found Joel really attractive with his broad shoulders and messy curls, covered in sweat. However, she was also quick to shoo these thoughts away, once she didn’t want to suffer from another bad relationship. For now, Angie wanted to take care of herself. “How much all the… uh, lady products,” he scoffed, oddly timid. “Costed?”

She chuckled gently, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Hey, don’t worry ‘bout that. I’ve been in her place back in the day, it’s tough. Besides, she’s a peach so don’t worry about a thing ‘kay? Face this as a gift from a new neighbor.”

Joel beamed, proud from the education he gave to his daughter. “Yeah but, uh… will she always be this cranky? She was this sweet little girl just yesterday and now looks like a monster swallowed my daughter.”

Angie raised her eyebrows, laughing. “You’ll learn how to handle it just in time. My old man took a while to get used to it too.”

Joel laughed faintly, ignoring the sun towering them. “Y’know what? Why don’t you join us for dinner? The party I’d go to is ruined now so I have loads of beer untouched. I’m no chef but I could cook somethin’ nice. Just a way to say thank you for taking care of my baby girl.”

“I don’t wanna bother anyone, Joel. Really…” Angie said, with a sincere expression.

“C’mon, I insist. You went out of your way to take care of a kid you barely knew.” Joel beamed, crossing his arms.

Angie sighed and smiled as she scratched her eyebrows, nodding her head reluctantly. “Alright, fine. Thanks for the invitation.”

“Not at all, sweetheart.” Joel said, leaving a thrill down Angie’s spine as soon as he called her by a term of endearment. “See ya.”

“See ya.” Angie said, going back to her house.

—

Angie closed the door behind her, biting her lips as her mind recollected the last moments with Sarah’s dad. He was a nice guy, your regular guy next door: talk, muscular, kind, handsome, charming and seemingly a good father. Joel seemed to be a perfect guy for Angie on paper and she couldn’t deny the instant attraction she felt for him as soon as she laid her eyes on him. Although, at the same time, Angie was still mourning the end of her relationship with Trey and everything he could be with her, it ached her heart knowing he was already engaged to a girl who apparently wanted the same things as him. Angie needed to learn how to be alone and get back on her feet first and then, she would think about dating someone else.

Later that evening, Angie started prepping for the dinner Joel had invited her to. She didn’t want to overdress, but she also didn’t want to show up looking like she hadn’t given it any thought. She opted for a simple, casual dress, something comfortable but flattering. As she checked herself in the mirror one last time, Angie took a deep breath.

As she walked to Joel’s home across the street, she felt a slight shame since she couldn’t prepare any meal for the dinner, since her kitchen wasn’t set up yet. The fresh evening air helped to settle her nerves, though, and by the time she reached his door, she felt more at ease. She rang the bell and a few seconds later, Joel opened the door. His expression softened as he saw her, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“Glad you came,” he said, stepping aside to let her in.

“Thanks again for inviting me,” Angie replied, stepping over the threshold. “Sorry for not bringing anything, my kitchen isn’t set up yet.”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, sweetie, you’re our guest,” Joel’s place was cozy and welcoming, a blend of his laid-back personality and something subtly protective. The aroma of a home-cooked meal lingered in the air, and Angie felt an unexpected pang of nostalgia for moments like this.

“Oh it smells good for sure,” Angie said, laughing as she walked inside his house. “Your house is beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you darlin’, I made ‘few pieces from the furniture,” he said, placing his hand over the thick wood on the counter.”

Angie widened her eyes, surprised as she looked at the fine wooden mobilia. “How talented. Are you a carpenter?”

“Contractor. Me and my brother, Tommy. The one you saw earlier.” He said, sitting on the couch alongside Angie, who adjusted the skirt of her dress as she sat comfortably on.

“Well, my parents will definitely need your services one of these days,” she said, glancing upstairs with a subtle curiosity for any sign of Sarah.

"Oh, really?" Joel arched a brow in surprise, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "Thinking about renovations already, darlin'?"

"Well, sorta," she chuckled. "They’re letting me stay in the guest house for a while. ‘S temporary, just until they settle into the main place and decide what to do with it. It’s… a nice way for me to get back on my feet too.”

Joel nodded thoughtfully. “That’s great. It’s hard to find good places that feel like home right away, you know? Sounds like they’re lookin’ out for you.”

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied, smiling softly as she glanced around his house again. “Funny enough, this neighborhood already feels a little like home.”

"'S a nice neighborhood to live in," Joel agreed, his voice soft. "Very peaceful, just good folks all around. Just a shame I’ll have to get used to not seeing you here eventually."

Angie’s cheeks flushed, and she felt a flutter in her chest at his words. "Well, thank you, but I wouldn’t worry too much. I’ll stick around a while." She chuckled. "Had to leave my ol’ job in Dalla to make this move.”

Joel’s eyebrows raised in surprise. "Dallas, huh? That’s a big shift."

“Yeah,” she replied with a shrug. "My folks thought it’d be a good time for me to slow down a bit… and I think they’re right. But it’s a whole new chapter."

Joel nodded. "Big change, but you’ll fit in just fine here. And who knows, maybe we can convince you to stay longer than you’re planning." He shot her a warm, playful look, letting the words hang with a hint of invitation. “I know for a fact that Sarah was already talking ‘bout how cool you are.”

Angie laughed, letting the ease of his company make her feel even more at home. "Well, don’t go making offers like that. I just might take you up on it." She met his gaze, feeling a spark pass between them that was both comforting and scary.

“Dad!” Sarah’s voice echoed as she bounded down the stairs, breaking the quiet warmth that had settled between Joel and Angie.

Joel straightened, glancing over at Angie with a quick, sheepish smile before turning to Sarah. "Hey, kiddo, what’s up?”

“Hey Angie, you came.” Sarah said, greeting the older girl with a tight embrace, which Angie accepted just fine.

“I see you got better, my dear.” Angie said, releasing the girl from her arms.

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, I think I’m good now,” she said, flashing a shy smile toward Angie. “Thanks for... you know, helping me out.”

Angie smiled warmly. “Anytime, Sarah. You’ve got this.”

“We were just waitin’ for you, baby. Let’s go before the dinner gets cold,” Joel said, guiding the girls towards the kitchen. Angie felt a quiet warmth settle over her as she realized how rare and precious connections like this could be. It was something she hadn't felt in a long time. As the evening wore on, a gentle silence settled between them, one that didn’t feel the least bit awkward or demanding.

“So, Angie,” Joel began after swallowing a bite of his steak. “You were tellin’ me you had to find a new job in the city. What d’you work with, darlin’?”

“I’m a hairdresser.” Angie replied as she had a sip of her beer, watching Sarah’s eyes widening as she spoke.

“That’s so cool! You could do my hair like Janet Jackson’s sometime!” The girl said, excitedly.

“Kiddo, let’s not abuse from the good will of Angie,” Joel scratched his beard, slightly shy for her behavior. Either way, he had to admit it was cute to see his girl so excited over someone, he figured that Angie could be a good influence on her just for the short amount of time they spent together.

"Relax, we can arrange that, honey," Angie reassured, giving Sarah a warm smile. "But, between us? I think your natural curls are way prettier. Had a friend in beauty school, she had these beautiful curls, all big and curly like yours," Angie said, eating a piece of vegetable quickly. “She taught me ‘few things. I can show you how to make your hair even prettier.”

“Thanks, Angie,” Sarah replied, with a soft smile.

Joel nodded, watching Sarah’s confidence grow under their attention. "Don’t you have a friend whose mom works at that hair salon downtown, darlin’?” he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Sarah nodded as she took a sip of her juice. “Yeah, Ellie’s mom,” she replied, glancing up curiously.

Joel raised an eyebrow, casting a quick look at Angie. “Well, maybe next time you’re over there, you can mention Angie to her mom. She’s lookin’ for a job.”

Angie’s eyes widened, her surprise quickly melting into a smile. “Oh, Joel, you don’t have to do that,” she said, though she was clearly touched by his thoughtfulness.

"Sure I do,” he replied warmly. "Good folks ought to help each other out. Besides, Sarah’s got the inside track on the best stylist in town now.”

Sarah grinned, clearly pleased to be involved in a conversation that felt almost grown-up, as though she were part of some small conspiracy between them. She looked from Joel to Angie, excitement dancing in her eyes. “I can do that!”

Angie laughed softly. "Guess I better thank you both then,” she said, her gaze meeting Joel’s with appreciation.

Joel shrugged, his voice warm. “Like I said, just lookin' out for good people.” Angie smiled tenderly at Joel, nodding at him in a silent gratefulness.

As the evening went on, laughter and conversation flowed easily, but eventually a comfortable silence settled around them, a stillness that didn’t need to be filled. They shared small smiles across the table, each appreciating the peace that came with the evening. Sarah eventually fell asleep as they watched a random movie on the TV. Joel glanced at Angie, his gaze steady and kind, as though he, too, was almost surrendering himself to sleep.

“Oh, guess someone fell asleep,” Angie murmured with a soft smile as she noticed Sarah’s eyelids drooping. Joel smiled silently, reaching to lift his daughter in his arms.

“She’s always like that,” he whispered, his voice warm as he carried Sarah upstairs, cradling her gently. Angie followed quietly, watching as Joel carefully tucked Sarah into bed, smoothing the duvet around her with a tenderness that softened his rough edges. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before turning back to Angie, who stood by the doorway, watching the scene with a softened gaze.

Once they stepped into the hallway, Angie took a breath, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Well… I guess I should get going,” she said, gathering her things with a polite smile.

But as she stood there, a small pang of sadness flickered in her chest, remembering memories of promises that once meant the world to her. Trey had once promised he’d be there to tuck their future kids into bed every night, and for a moment, Angie felt the ache of his absence more sharply than usual. She missed the life she had once imagined, even if she couldn’t quite say it out loud.

Joel’s voice broke her reverie, low and inviting. “You should stay. Have a beer with me,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on hers as he gently closed Sarah’s bedroom door behind him.

Angie smiled, her heart lifting despite herself. “Thank you, Joel. But maybe we could both use a good rest tonight,” she replied softly, her southern accent wrapping around the words in a way that felt warm, even comforting.

Joel tilted his head, his own accent thickening as he spoke. “Fair enough,” he said, a hint of warmth in his voice. “Feels like we’ve known each other longer than just a day,” he said softly, a faint smile touching his lips.

Angie met his gaze, her own smile forming. “Yeah, it does. Funny how that happens sometimes, isn’t it?”

Joel nodded, his eyes warm. “Guess it’s not every day you find someone who just… fits.” He looked down, almost shy, before adding, “Or who’s willing to help out a clueless dad in the middle of all this.”

Angie laughed softly. “You’re not clueless at all, Joel. And besides, I don’t mind bein’ around to help, if you’ll let me.”

Joel’s smile deepened, a look of quiet gratitude passing over his face. “I’d like that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Angie’s gaze lingered on Joel, her heart fluttering with an unexpected warmth. Just one day into her new life in the suburbs of Austin, and here she was, falling for a man’s charm with the same ease that had always led her to trouble. She felt like that naive girl once more, melting under his sweet talk, the magnetic pull between them undeniable yet unsettling. But she shook her head slightly, a small frown creasing her brow. Angie knew she had to exercise some discipline in her thoughts, because she knew well that right there, she was being the same needy girl that she was trying to leave behind. It was easy to get swept up in the moment, but she couldn’t forget the reasons she had moved away from Dallas. This new beginning was about rebuilding herself away from her past and the disappointment of Trey.

“I should probably get going,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction as they stood by the door. “You know, get some rest and all.”

Joel nodded, a hint of reluctance in his expression. “Sure, but you’re welcome here anytime. I mean it. Sarah could use a friend like you, and so could I.” His sincerity made her heart ache with possibility. ‘Friendship, Angie. That’s all he wants from you.’, that’s what Angie tried to repeat in her mind like a mantra.

Angie took a deep breath, grounding herself. “G’night, Joel.” She said, walking away from the Miller’s door, walking towards hers across the street.

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What do you think about Mr Reed using toys on the reader? For some reason I can really imagine him tying up some new 'prophet' and forcing her to have multiple orgasms while he just preaches to her

Without a doubt! I made this a large part of the big fic I posted because it’s one of the strongest headcanons I have for him. I imagine he’d view it as an easy (and enjoyable) way to gain control over her quickly. I got carried away and did a drabble enjoy!!!

This wasn’t usually his plan with his new prophets. Typically once he broke them with the revelation of there being no real god, they’d just willingly go in their cages. This girl was…different. He usually didn’t like to play with his experiments, it muddied up the scientific process. But the way she giggled, far too eagerly, at his corny jokes and stared at him in awe when she thought he wasn’t looking was far too tempting to pass up.

Instead of the usual game he played, leading his prophets down a labyrinth of confusion before their final conversion, he knew of a far more tantalizing way to convert this one. She had willingly come back to his little chapel, feigning interest in his Knick knacks when she really just wanted to stay close to the older man.

He had found her at some cringy new age non denominational outreach event a few weeks ago. She was one of the lead youth pastors, but was clearly sheltered and naive. He had noticed she was quickly developing an innocent school girl crush on him that he could turn into something decidedly non innocent. So he asked her to his house so that he could have someone to read the Bible with. How could she say no? He was so kind and she knew he lived by himself and he must be so lonely. She could fix that for him.

As she walked around the room pretending to be interested in his books while trying to catch glances at him, she noticed he had grabbed a large scarf silk and was playing with it in his hands as he approached her. “Are you planning on going out?” She questioned. He chuckled and squeezed the fabric. “Oh darling not at all, how could I ever give up such good company!” She blushed at that. “No, this is for…well uh…oh never mind it’s silly.” He played up the kindly old man act and knew it was working its magic on her. She reached out her hand to catch his arm, stopping him from walking away. “No, please! I’m sure it’s not silly. Tell me.” He took a step closer and she felt her heart start beating faster. “Do you trust me?” She nodded. “I want to show you a little bit about my personal beliefs. We’ve talked an awful lot about yours, or well your parent’s if we’re being honest, and I think you could benefit from hearing a different perspective. But I need you to trust me completely, no questions asked and no backing down once you agree. Are you with me?”

He studied her face, waiting for a response. After a long moment of silence she whispered “I trust you fully.” Without missing a beat he said “Take off all your clothes.” She gasped. “Mr. Reed!” He stepped closer and snapped “I said no questions and no backing down.” The realization that she was getting exactly what she had been chasing after seemed to hit and he found it delicious.

Just as he knew she would, she stripped for him. Starting with her cardigan and skirt all the way down to her mismatched, almost grandmotherly, bra and panties. “Everything.” He stated. She turned red and slowly slipped the undergarments off until she lay bare before him.

“Alright, I’m going to tie you up with this scarf now, just your hands behind your back. It’s soft and it won’t hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you at all and while I said no backing down if you want to stop you can tell me to stop at any point, but that will be the end of this and we will never see each other again.” Without hesitation she placed her hands behind her back. He knew she’d play along, but he never dreamed it would be THIS easy.

He tied her up and guided her sit on the floor, spreading her legs out. He walked over to his desk and pulled out a modest dildo. “I’m going to give you something your church and your god never bothered, pleasure.” Her eyes widened at the toy. He kneeled down before her and put a comforting hand on her thigh. “Have you ever used one of these before?” She turned the darkest shade of red yet. “Be honest, pet. There’s nothing wrong with using sex toys. You’re a grown woman, you can do what you want with your body.” Calmed slightly by his words, she squeaked out “Yes. But I feel ashamed whenever I use it.” He set the toy down and gently grabbed her face in his hands. “You should never feel ashamed of feeling good. If you listen to me you’ll never feel shame again. I can release you from all of that. Would you like that?” She nodded in his hands.

He took the toy and switched it on. “This is happening now darling, are you ready to hear about my religion?” “Please Mr. Reed, I need it.” He took the toy and placed the vibrating tip firmly against her clit and she moaned deeply. He began alternating between fucking her with it and stimulating her clit. He looked over her and grabbed her by the hair. “This is it pet, this is my religion, the one true religion.”

As he educated her for the rest of the evening he realized she wouldn’t be sent down to the basement. She would be his personal prophet.

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are you planning to write anything for reed richards/mr.f when the movie comes out?

Mmm I wouldn’t count on it tbh! Ty for asking, though ❤️

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hi hazel!!!!!!!!! could i get a divination ritual for xiao with lavender, lepidolite, evergreen, and jasmine ? ty and belated congrats on your book!!!!!!!! i am sure it is an amazing read <333

Lavender (comfort, calm), Lepidolite (regulation), Evergreen (the unexpected), Jasmin (love, sensuality) Xiao x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: fluff, the reader plays the guzheng (plucked string instrument)

The water felt cool against your legs. The gentle, lapping waves caressed your skin as the afternoon breeze ran across the crystal lake. This was one of your favorite places to be, and the perfect backdrop to the sounds of plucked strings.

The guzheng rested comfortably on your lap while you drew the picks over the strings in slow, steady movements. Each note was captured by the wind and floating petals as it drifted across the scene.

The song drifted from your memory as if it were a part of you. its rise and fall coming as easily as breathing and, with it, came a familiar spark in the air. You smiled and continued on even as strings of black and green smoke fluttered in and out of your vision.

"I wondered if you'd come," you hummed into the air, the mist of the Adeptus drifting around you and mixing with the warm waters. Your comment received no answer but you didn't mind. You knew who it was by the way their presence prickled the back of your neck, by the way, their aura lifted the corners of your lips.

You began to hum with the music until it all faded away leaving nothing but the natural cadence of Liyeu in its wake.

"It's been a few days, are you well?" You asked as you looked behind you to the figure standing guard at your back.

Xiao.

The lonely Adeptus who hated humans but found an exception with you.

He hardly seemed to register you but that wasn't abnormal. Xiao's stare was always miles away, lost and focused on something you could never see.

"Will you sit with me?" you asked and he finally looked your way. The gold of his eyes reflected in the sun. "I'll play you a song."

The strings awakened again, singing as they did every time you played them. It drew in the mystical - that's what your parents always said. Their odd child that knew how to call forth the spirits. So when you first saw Xiao you weren't surprised - what was surprising was how close he got to you. Though he said little, his actions were always kind, gentle, and patient, so you made sure to play songs that matched him.

Something pushed against your back. Cool mist and the smell of river reeds. You turned your head and breathed in Xiao's hair as he rested on your shoulder.

You smiled and bumped your forehead against him. "I missed you too, Xiao," you said, music in your voice as you spoke. "Do you have any requests?"

"No," he replied in his familiar gravel. There was a pause. "I like Gao Shan Liu Shui."

A song of friendship and love.

You poised your fingers over the strings and the melody danced on the breeze, shades of rich viridian and the setting sun melting into the sound of your voice as you sang to the spirits of the mountain and they listened.

The Lost Adeptus and the soul who kept him.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

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Any 6 prime numbers on your wrapped this year!

DREADFUL MY BELOVED I HOPE U R WELL!!

5. Never Been Better by half alive ft Orla Gartland

17. Move Me by half alive

31. Good Advice (acoustic) by khai dreams

43. Concrete by Lovejoy

47. Mother’s Triumph by Matthew Thiessen and the Earthquakes

73. Be More Kind by Frank Turner

[dilfritual]

Summer of Selfship: WEEK 1!

Prompt One: Picnic / Flowers | A Proper Romantic.

a bit short, but i wanted to contribute to this awesome selfshipping event put on by my good buddy old pal @lookingupatthesamemoon !

Anabelle could always tell when Severus was in a good mood by a number of small things that stood out from the usual dull drone that radiated from him. Today, the day after graduation, the indication of his higher spirits came in the form of his handwriting. His writing was typically cramped, nearly illegible and rushed, ink blotting through the parchment; instead it was relaxed and legibly cursive with enough space between letters and lines to the point where Anabelle could make out exactly what he’d written to her.

Black Lake, 1 o’clock. Bring some cassettes and your player.

x Severus

She was cleaning up her classroom when she received the note from his owl, Seth. Her eyes fell to her watch and she laughed — it was 12:30. “Asshole,” she muttered, running her fingers through her bangs before locking up her door, mentally telling herself she’d resume cleaning tomorrow… maybe.

In her chambers, she changed out of her slacks and tugged on some jean shorts, the denim clenched her waist but was loose around the thighs. She pulled a green and orange patterned button up shirt over her head and unbuttoned the collar before heading to her bathroom to freshen up her hair with some water and pomade. It was Severus’s pomade that he used so sparsely it’d been in his possession for the last three years. Now that he was staying over Anabelle’s chambers most nights, he just kept it in her bathroom.

She thumbed through her cassette rack, her skin grazing the plastic cartridges with gentleness. She unslotted three from their places — Rumours by Fleetwood Mac, Pablo Honey by Radiohead, and Abbey Road by The Beatles — and put them into her shoulder bag. She slipped the player off of the shelf and into her bag, too, before tying on a pair of sneakers and heading out.

It was a really nice day in late May. Not too breezy, and the sky was completely clear. The humidity wasn’t engulfing and rather appreciated after a harsh winter. The school year had been torturous. Torturous. Severus’s concussion had finally gone away, but he was still recovering from being scratched down his chest by Lupin in his werewolf form. Anabelle only had to change his bandages once a week now as opposed to nightly, but it was still gruesome each time she had to peel the gauze away and apply neosporin. He’d given up trying to use magic to heal it — Lycanthropic scratches were tricky, and he didn’t want to risk letting the infection in by accident. 

She descended the grassy hill, reeds reaching her kneecaps. From afar, she could see Severus laying out a large blanket near the edge of the water, hair flipping around as the leaves swayed in the light wind. Anabelle grinned to herself, noting that he’d finally shed his teaching robes and opted to wear a dark green tee shirt and some gray slacks. It was the first time she’s seen him dress casually while dating her — before, she just had to steal glances of him at social events during previous summers and not get too close. Now, casually dressed Severus was all hers.

“Hey there,” Anabelle called as she reached the bottom of the hill, readjusting the leather strap on her shoulder. He looked back at her and smiled a little, standing with one hand on his hip, a big rock in the other, presumably to hold the blanket down. “You’re glowing.”

“Am I?” he asked, watching her approach, his eyes drifting down to her legs and lingering momentarily before flicking back up to watch the dimples on her cheeks deepen as she nodded. “I suppose it comes from knowing that I don’t have to be subjected to dealing with hundreds of snot nosed children for the next three months.”

Anabelle laughed softly and slipped her sneakers off as she stepped onto the blanket. She hooked an arm around his waist and pushed herself up on her tiptoes. Severus dipped down and pressed his lips to hers, smiling into the kiss.

“That sentiment is quite a nice one, hm?” she mumbled, her hand splaying out on the low of his lean back, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she pulled away. Severus hummed and set the rock down on the last corner of the blanket before gesturing for her to sit. Anabelle did so, sinking onto the soft quilt, her fingers drifting back and forth across the patchworked grooves. Severus dropped down across from her and he extended his legs so they pressed to hers. “What’s in the basket?”

He smiled and jerked his head gently towards it. “Take a look for yourself.”

Anabelle sat up and flipped the wicker top open and bit her lip at the sight of pale red tulips with vibrant green stems. They were wrapped in brown paper and trimmed with evident care. She lifted them to her nose and glanced at him, watching him drag his tongue between his lips as he appraised her. Setting the flowers on her lap, she looked into the basket to find a couple of bottled butterbeers in a mini cauldron of ice, a blue carton holding raspberries, and two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches wrapped in paper towels.

“You’ve turned into a proper romantic, haven’t you?” she asked, a small smile on her lips as she nudged his knee cap with her foot. Severus rolled his eyes and grabbed her ankle, dragging her across the quilt and closer to him. He hiked her leg over his thigh and the hand on her ankle moved to cup the nape of her neck, drawing her head forward. “Mmm?”

“Don’t push it. Put on a cassette, will you?” Severus muttered as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, eyes no longer jaded from the insipid school year but rather enlightened; he could see the summer ahead of them, and he was thrilled.

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root cause analysis 👀👀👀

ty for the ask! wip list is here

root cause analysis is a continuation of indicators of compromise, detailing how valentine handles some of the phantom liberty DLC in an au that will not be ending happily (if I ever get to finishing it). I just love Alex and how I feel like we never truly get to get inside her head, which makes her a fun POV character to write. also valentine is being a real sulky pain in the ass, which she doesn't get to do often enough.

Alex makes it in a cool twelve, just long enough to change but not enough for a shower. The coords V’s given her are in the stacks, not far from where she and Reed had spent all morning. It’s a juvenile insult– here I am, right next to you and you didn’t even notice. She knocks on a shack door near the outskirts, listening to thumping music from some partially blown speaker inside. The woman who answers the door is so blasted she can barely stand straight, and she blinks at Alex for several seconds before waving her inside, where the smoke is so thick it’s hard to breathe. The music echoes off the metal walls so that it’s more of a constant, pulsating noise, like the inside of a headache. There’s less than a handful of people here, all of them in various stages of come-down, and none of them are V. She curses under her breath and heads back out the way she came, past the same woman who stares at her without recognition or comprehension. Alex does a cursory search of the nearby area, without success, but her suspicions are confirmed when she returns to the Moth to find V already inside. She locks the door behind her and flicks on the lights, briefly checking on the bot only to find her disabled. All the cameras and microphones in the bar have been taken offline. When she’s finished a quick sweep of the floor she approaches the booth where V is slouched next to an open bottle of tequila, an unlit cigarette in hand.