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likesomeoneinlovee · 1 day ago
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Pairing: Dbf!Joel Miller x F!reader
Summary: Joel has had a ‘crush’ on you for a long time now and will make sure no man gets in the way of that.
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: PW[with]P- kinda. Reader is not legal to drink but still legal. Polite reader just trying to not be a bitch while dealing with a pervy old man! Joel has a crush on you, a BIG one. Bro gets so mad he gets a boner. Mutual touching he drives, a teeny bit of spanking & nipple play, unprotected PIV, aftercare for once wow!! Part 2 planned [ will be smuttier once im not sick ] no beta,
A/N: ANON REQ!! (you know who u are and here’s my take on a bit of a jealous Joel) I would've done way more smut if I didn’t have a high fever rn + writers block 😵‍💫! so VERY rushed.
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No man should covet a woman he doesn’t own. 
And you weren’t his. 
Your daddy would make sure you would never be. 
Joel tells himself that. Over and over again, the only prayer in his head, the hymn he lives by ever since you’ve been staying with him per your father’s request. You yourself slowly recognizing Joel’s patterns of life. As he wakes up he takes pills for his headaches, swallowing them dry without a blink. His body is accustomed to the feeling. Every Saturday he’d take a weekly drive to the liquor store to stock up on the much needed provisions to his day-to-day routines. Booze, in much less dramatic terms. 
Your father was out of state for work forcing you to settle up with Joel for a couple of months, the only man your father would allow you to actually be around. In fear of you doing something bad. Bad as in… Sex? You could only assume that’s what your darling daddy meant. 
A rocky relationship in the cruel reality. 
Joel’s home. It was livable, there isn’t much to say when it’s the house of a man who’s been living alone twenty years. Indications of life scattered upon furniture the only real telltale signs that someone actually lives there. Coffee table littered with rings from mugs he’d simply leave for too long, the way the worn, vomit-colored green couch sags in the middle. Any prints that were on the buttons of the TV remote had been rubbed off by pressing around them, the last time he had gotten a new television was probably going on fifteen years now. Sad. Truly and utterly sad. 
Then you came along. 
Remnants of your liveliness woven into the once so dreary place. Something as so simple as a hair tie left on the counter, the very vague scent of perfume you left lingering in the small space of the bathroom every time you’d leave it. Now at night he’d walk past the second bedroom of his home that had been left unused, once depressed and dark, had the warm glow of your lamp being left on, leaking through the gap between the door and the floor. The littlest things.
Joel pretends not to notice. 
Though, he does. 
He notices the way you hum so very quietly the times you’re obligated to cook your own breakfast. How you pull your knees up onto the couch when you sit. Rolling your eyes at him every time he’d vexingly tell you to make sure to lock the front door when you came in. You listened. 
You’re too comfortable here. Too at ease. 
And what’s worse is he was getting used to it.
He’s not your fuckin’ father. He’s not your keeper. He’s just the man your daddy trusted well enough to take care of you when he was gone. Sorry excuse for a babysitter all the while you weren’t a baby. An adult who can well take care of herself. Only agreed because he wouldn’t want you to discover how he’s been living for practically twenty years by being alone for two months. The dark quietness of a home when it was just you there. 
He told himself it would be easy. Two months. He’d keep his distance. 
It’s almost impossible. The way you made him feel was sickening. You’re always around. Sinking deep into the couch, marveling in whatever boring sitcom would play on the box of blue light that flickered throughout the room. How you’d take sips from his beer just to tease, wrinkle your nose at the taste deep down you liked. Making your tongue buzz. You were making yourself at home in a place that was never meant to be yours. 
The only thing that worsened it for Joel is that you were so blissfully unaware of what you were doing to him. 
He thought the hardest part of this arrangement would be keeping you out of trouble. Your father acting like if he was gone you’d fall apart as a person. Be out partying or fuckin’ every night. Far from the truth. Laying so contently home every night.
Coming back to reality, the hardest part was keeping himself out of it. 
It’s the way you’d walk around his house in whatever you had slept in that night, no matter it be a tank-top and those tiny, plaid shorts that went up your ass. Appreciating the comfortability, though, he fucking hated it. You acted like you belonged there. 
Often he’s finding himself watching you too long, staring at the curve of your mouth while you speak, the plump of your lips as you stay entertained by the television with your face at a gentle rest. He was always seemingly gawked. 
Fifty-seven wasn’t the age to have crushes. 
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And on Sunday’s, the day of the lord, of course. Joel Miller goes to the local bar.
Nighttime was surprisingly when the crowd died down. You were surprised to see that as you walked through the doors that sheltered the poorly kept saloon style establishment. Tables seated with older men closer to Joel’s age, some luckier than others to be accompanied by a woman. Smelled like stale beer and sweat which in reality was more disgusting than appealing. Loud breaks in the casual conversions of the crowd as pool balls clacked together. Rejoicing coming soon after. 
Usually you had something better to do on these nights. Going out with your friend’s always suffices though of course they canceled out today. Great, stuck with Mister Miller for a night of drinking all the while you weren’t allowed to let alcohol in your body at your age.He wouldn’t lie for you either, he was supposed to take care of you. Not turn you into the starts of an alcoholic. 
Torturous. Did the man want you to shoot yourself?
He led you through the slim pickings of a crowd there really was, hand grazing the small of your back to keep you close. Nothing more. Both sliding your bodies onto the leather tops of the barstools. Uncomfortability was the price to pay for the first hand of drinks. A squeak in your stool that no one had the patience to fix. 
“Whiskey.” The request sounded more like a plea from his lips. “Two.”
You knew the second one didn’t mean for you. 
Rubbing his temple as he flagged down the waitress. She was all too polite for what seemed to be the shittiest bar on earth. As if a small town in Texas would give you any better. Nodding her head in your direction. Your lips pursed as if ‘Beer” was gonna be the next thing to move past them. Though, you digressed. 
“Soda. I guess.” Joel gave a nod to you. Of course he approved of that action. Rubbing a hand over his jaw he sighed. Forgetting to take his pills this morning. Fuck, the throb behind his eye was something only the alcohol could numb by now. 
“You could’a stayed home.”
“Yeah, I could’ve.” You shrugged, admittedly so you rather be home- no. You rather be out with your friends as you were supposed to be tonight but in an act of such kindness, you came here with Joel. “Maybe I wanted to see why you liked this place so much.” It was a simple muse to him, though it did strike your curiosity. 
“Quickest bar from home. Quickest way to get drunk.” Curiosity met with an undeniably depressing answer. You were used to it by now. His lips pressed into a thin line. Once the barkeep came back she handed Joel his drinks, plural. As she also came with yours. Soda rimmed with ice. He picked up the first drink given, perspiration coating the glass. His thumb pressed against the cold lowball as he took the first sip. Heavy hot liquid sliding down his throat. Numbing him, his mind. Felt refreshed. 
You hum, stirring the ice in your soda in circles with your straw. He hears the clinking over the din of the bar. Louder than his own thoughts. 
You crossed your legs. Your thighs squishing together through the denim of your jeans, the material a bit loose on your body, a choice out of comfortability to buy baggier bell bottoms instead of the ones that hugged your ass tight. Drawing Joel’s eyes unintentionally.
Fuck this. 
He drags his palm down his face, trying to wipe away whatever the fuck he was feeling. It’s sickening for him. It’s so easy to not feel like this when it’s something so simple, so selfish as a one night stand, a whore he had paid to suck his cock. Different. Far different, especially since the last month he’s spent his time admiring the woman before him. You. The innocence in your eyes that served your beauty. It was this crawling under his skin he wanted to rip away from. 
So fucking vigilant on the scent of you, the sound of your voice, the way you shift ever so slightly closer to him as another group of men pass.
Joel breathes out slowly, averting his eyes to the sweet sight of you. 
The night goes on, the whiskey dulling the edges of restraint with every slow, steady sip. Slowly the place was growing on you, the night seemed to cool it down, less noise less chatter. Seems everyone needed to knock out a couple drinks before settling. You would’ve been happy to say the same if you were allowed to order that beer. You propped your chin in your palm, your elbow flat against the bartop avoiding any of the sticky substances that would coat some unfortunate patches of it. Your eyes scan throughout the place. Not much to take in, not much to see.
Though the slow deliberate movements draw the tiniest bit of attention from a table your eyes accidentally glance at for too long. Subtle but inevitable. 
Joel catches the way the men sitting at that table glance your way. The way you adjusted your body to once again sit straight up. Clearing your throat. 
And that’s when it starts. 
The first one wasn’t particularly bold about it. Just a flick of his gaze in your direction before returning to his minutes-til’-flat beer. The second man, greying, looks a little longer. Too closely. He nudges his friend, mutters something incoherent- something probably offensive to earn a laugh from him. Now he looked again.
Joel knows that look.
The kind that lingers for too long. That waits for an opening.
The kind that makes Miller’s teeth grind, his shoulders go rigid. His fingers slowly begin tightening around the glass of gold as he keeps his eyes forward. His eyes flutter just a bit to the left, seeing your smile. Trying to hide it by gently pressing your lips to the rim of your glass. Pretty pink lips. Before time heat is bubbling in his belly. Praying to god that was the fuckin’ whiskey. 
Those men are still watching. 
The next sip of booze doesn’t quite help as much as he’d want. It doesn’t smooth out the sharp edges of this feeling, the low simmering deep inside his pelvis. It keeps getting worse. 
He’s coming over. Walking with heavy legs. 
Joel sees it from the corner of his eyes, the way the man pushed back the chair, unhurriedly, sloppily walking straight towards you. From what Miller could gauge from the corner of his eye and what the wiry grey hairs covering the man’s beard told him is that he was older. Older as in his own age. Fifties either early or late. Joel wanted to die. Exhaling sharply, slamming down his glass a bit too hard. 
Muddled, you’d lift your head from your glass to look at Miller with an eyebrow cocked. And before you could even speak-
“Evenin’.” The man spoke.
You’d blindly blink at the man now standing beside your barstool. Startled for only a second before schooling your expression into something- polite. Something surely this man was undeserving of yet you really couldn’t help it. Instincts. 
“Hi.” Joel wouldn’t turn, wouldn’t acknowledge him. Not yet.  
“Can I help you?” You smiled, sweetly.
The man would lean in as expected. The strong smell of beer radiating off his breath. Open-mouthed ogling like a fucking dog. He was clearly absolutely wasted. Just those words were an absolute understatement. 
“Is this your daddy?” Of course he’d say that. Gesturing to Joel who was looking straight on before he turned a glance to the man, his eyes slits as he glared. Understandable. If you weren’t trying to give this man the benefit of the doubt you’d be glaring too. This guy was undeniably a fucking dick.  
“No- no,” You’d giggle. “My babysitter.”
You didn’t like how your mind and soul was making you act, unfortunate your internal instincts were to be tooth-achingly sweet in public.
You wanted to die. 
“S’my lucky day, huh?” You’d blink again. Silence as if the man had stole all the thoughts from your head- not in the good way. 
“No. Not- not quite.” 
You’d laugh, trying your best to brush it off. The man should go away soon. Probably just mistaking you for something you’re not while you’re here trying your best to avoid something awkward. Joel’s jaw clenched. 
“Well,” He hushed. A finger twirled into one of your soft locks. Your body tensing as you kept up another nervous giggle– you were only egging him on more. “I just wanted to see you up close.”
“She ain’t interested.” Miller told the truth with that. You weren’t and you were further from interested. Though the nervous, dumb smile on your lips told the fuckin’ pervert otherwise. 
“She didn’t tell me that.” He pushed. “I’d much rather hear that from your mouth, sweetie.”
You hesitated, your lips parted though words weren’t falling. Refusing. Alas, Joel Miller reached his breaking point. 
He popped up from his stool as he moved over to the guy. The greying man hesitated at the sight, of course. He wasn’t gonna be the kinda man to get his ass beat over something fucking stupid. Though, Joel was willing to beat his ass for your sake. 
A long beat of silence through the access chatter swimming around the bar enters the space between you, Joel and this sad fuckin’ man. 
Joel doesn’t blink.
He doesn’t breathe. 
He just stares. 
The man exhales a chuckle, deep down he didn’t want to walk out of here with a broken nose for flirting with a girl he wanted to fuck. A girl he thought was alone, dumb enough to possibly join him and his sad excuses for friends sitting around his table.
“Didn’t mean any trouble, pal.” He threw his palms up in a mock surrender though, he didn’t mean it. That’s what that beer was for afterall. Stepping back only an inch, letting the hair that was between his fingers fall back to your shoulder. 
“Just bein’ friendly.” 
Joel didn’t answer, why should he? The man let out a scoff as he walked back to his table with his tail between his legs. That was good. All Miller could do was sigh. His shoulders still at unease as he sat back down on the bar stool. Your heart at a slow thump against your ribs. 
You knew deep down that really, you were fine with that. Sure that man was a cuck, sure, you were uncomfortable, but you also knew yourself and you knew if that man would have touched anything else other than the tip of your hair. Oh fuck. He would’ve been gone.
Or– would he? 
It doesn’t shake the feeling that Joel was annoyingly protective if that was the right word for it. That man wasn’t your dad. He didn’t need to stick up for you.
He never did. 
He ran a palm down his face –again– he couldn't take the way he was around you. 
“Ohh, what the fuck.”
He was tired of this.
Goddamn if that happened a month ago chances are he wouldn’t have done anything other than roll his eyes and tell the fucker to go jerk off somewhere else but– oh my god did Joel wish he was the one that close to you. Breathing you in. 
Of course, you weren’t a random woman at a bar.
If only he had enough balls to speak to you. 
Pent up hormones ready to blow out of him every moment he was around you. He was too fucking old for this. 
Too fucking old.
If he felt the rush of blood to his cock one more time this night he was gonna–
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Joel was already moving by now. Already shoving back from the bar, the scream of the stool leg against the glazed wooden floor of this god forbidden place made you inherently flinch. His jaw tight, the muscle in his cheek ticking as he reaches for his wallet, tossing a few bills onto the counter without counting. He didn’t fucking care about the act of either over-paying or under-paying right now. He had one, sinfully unfortunate thing on his mind. 
He knew he’d never do it. 
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t thinkin’ it.
Then his hand was on your wrist.
Grasping.
Firm. Unyielding. 
“C’mon.” He gritted. “Time to go, baby.” 
That was a new one. The name melting of his tongue like an instinct.
His grip was tight. Breathing hitched at the feeling of the grip. He was lucky it didn’t hurt. It was enough to make it clear he needed to get out of there. The reason wasn’t clear. It could be innocent on his part: he didn’t want you in a space where old men are looking at you. Ogling you like a slab of fuckin’ meat. 
His real reason was sickening. 
“Joel– c’mon!”
You’d whine, maybe you had a good reason to stay. Maybe you were just being defiant. 
Typical, like a child.
He didn’t give you time to finish.
The bar stool nearly topples as he pulls you up. Stumbling in the boots you were wearing. Tugging you in tightly to stand beside him. He was tensed, heat radiating off his body like a goddamn furnace. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t speak as if there was a point to. Nothing he said got through to you anyways. He just moves.
People are watching. Who wouldn’t? 
Your pulse spikes as you catch the amused glances throughout the pub. Folks who weren’t looking before now blinking. Causing a scene. Again, 
You. Wanted. To. Die. 
And to make it all better Joel’s eyes rip to the table those men from earlier were sitting at. The ones who eyed you. That same man who had harassed you muttering something to his friend beside him. Fuck. 
He thought he couldn’t get any more pissed. 
His palm covered his lips with no way to read. The music playing throughout the room covered any sounds of a hushed whisper into another man’s ear.
Though, Joel is pivoting. 
His grip on you released as he took a heavy-footed stomp over to that table. He frowned. He wanted to kill them. He would if he could. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Jesus Christ, man.” One of the men mused. Of course, Joel Miller was just another sorry excuse of a man to them. “You don’t give it up do you.” Your babysitter wasn’t intimidating in a setting like this. To a man drunk as a fuckin’ skunk sitting with a bunch of men who reeked of the same stench. 
Joel doesn’t move.
He goes to walk away. No. There was absolutely no point in doing anything.
You could’ve heard a pin drop.
“All I said is that if I were you I would’ve fucked her by now.” No. Nope that was it.
A quick turn back around and Joel had slammed his fist into the man’s face. Heavy handed. Joel’s knuckles cracking with the impact in the same note as the man’s nose. 
“Fuck!!!” The man cried. It was well deserved. Why would Joel let a man talk to his–
You weren’t his.
Miller couldn’t breathe in the moment. His breathing ragged, watching the blood quickly drip out the man’s nostrils. God was it satisfying.
Your stomach plummets. You can confidently say you’ve never heard a man yell like that. Before the next tick of epinephrine hits Joel his hand now runs to your waist instead. Pushing you out the doors before running into the parking lot.
Holy fucking shit.
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The air of the night hit you like a bucket of ice quickly. Suddenly you were regretting only wearing a thin hoodie with a tank top underneath. Joel was dragging you to his truck, practically throwing you into shotgun. 
Slamming the door to your side.
He rounds the front quickly. Pulling open the driver’s side as he slid into the seat. You swore you could hear the way his breath shudders in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he pulls his seatbelt over his body– safety first, right? 
The truck was suffocating. Too small. Too fucking warm. 
You lick your lips, tasting salt. Your nerves were shot to hell. “Jesus Christ, Joel.”
He frowned. Fist on the shifter before pulling it into drive. He was speeding away, far away from that bar. Yeah, that one punch may had ruined his personal ‘holy day’ for a good while. If him and that man are ever in the same room again most likely one of them is getting there shit rocked and Joel worries that next time it may be him. 
He doesn’t necessarily wanna take that chance. All because of something so FUCKING stupid.
He doesn’t speak. Nothing to say on his part as for you– too stunned to say anything. You had no understanding of why Joel Miller of all people, of all the men you know was acting like this. His fists balled against the steering wheel. Knuckles turning pale. Ghostly. 
“Fuck.” 
He broke the silence with a curse. He was mad. At least, he sounded so. The growl in his voice masked the need. He could feel every twist, every coil in his gut. All because of you.
He can’t keep hiding it. 
“You’re makin’ me so fuckin’ crazy, baby.”
The smell of hard booze on his breath impregnated your nose. Slowly beginning to understand the acts in the bar. “That wasn’t me trying to flirt.” You quickly retorted. That was the honest truth that you’d be abiding by. You were too nervous to do anything except giggle like a dumbass so that’s what you did.
“I can’t help the fact I try to be polite. Even if they’re verging sexual harassment.” 
You’d try to keep it light hearted with a quip. Joel didn’t laugh. Pursing his lips into a line before speaking. It only pissed him off more.
“Not what I’m sayin’.”
You breathe. What the hell did this man want from you if it wasn’t some reasoning from your lips? The road was wet, asphalt glistening with a sheen of rain making light reflect easily off like a mirror. As Joel turned his brights on to properly see through the dark road that light reflected into the truck. The formally dark truck.
Your gaze was pulled to his lap. An accident at first but–
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
His cock would writhe against the tightening denim of his jeans. If that didn’t tell you enough you didn’t know what would. 
Joel’s hands flex against the wheel, the veins in his hands popping.
“Whatever you say, M’not fuckin, jealous.”
No no, he was.
And the tension rolling off of him is suffocating, filling the small front space of the truck like a thick fog. Choking you. You could almost still feel the touch he left on you. The phantom of his fingertips that had branded your skin only a few minutes ago now.
He wanted you to touch him and it wasn’t a secret anymore. 
You reached your hand out to place on his thigh. The way his teeth sunk deeply into his bottom lip. Yeah, he fucking needed this. You felt your own stomach bloom with heat as your fingertips just barely scathed the denim of his jeans. You were just so close. Closer than you’ve ever been. And if this is something to forever be forbidden,
For all you know this could be as close as you’ll ever be. 
He adjusted his hips. Spreading his legs as if to coax you, as if to tell you this is the right thing. Maybe it was too vague. He took a hand off the wheel as he began soothing more into things. His shoulders finally relaxed as he took a long. Deep breath in. Then out. His fingertips danced along the crotch of your own jeans. Pressing the pad of his middle against your extremely clothed clit, muscle memory of where he knew it was.
He knew.
It was that touch that made your legs wanna buckle. Your cunt clench. 
Your palm soothed up his thigh as he focused on the road. Eyes adjusting, focusing. While his cock focused all by himself. Finally your smaller hand went to the tent in his jeans. Taking your pointer and tracing a line up the curve of the bulge. Wooing a twitch from him. His finger pushed harder into your clothed heat. Rewarding him in your first gasp of the night. 
“Jesus, baby. Soon enough I’ll be the one with the broken nose.”
A jest like that was hard to process currently. 
“What do you mean-?” 
Joel takes his hand away from between your legs just for a second to turn the radio on. Very very low, some old 80’s rock song came on. The background noise almost calming.
“Your daddy.” He’d grunt. “If he ever knew I was touchin’ you–”
“I know. My mouth is shut.”
It was a promise. A promise as your palm slipped beneath his belt.
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Home sweet home.
Once the front door was closed the exchanges between your mouths were all teeth and tongue. Messy, sloppy. No shortage of drool dribbling down either of your chins. His fingers latching around the hem of your tank top as he pulled it over your head. No bra. Less work for him. 
It was like clockwork how his big, rough hands scooped under your thighs to grab you, pick you up with a strained grunt ripping from his chest. He couldn’t remember a time where his cocks been this hard. He could almost completely promise that it’s never been. It was heavy and once his jeans were pulled down it was hanging heavy, loose in his boxers. Though his flannel stayed on. Unbuttoned, fabric framing his tummy and bare, soft chest. 
You laid on his bed, splayed upon his blankets like a goddess as you awaited for him to finishing taking his clothes off. But he just couldn’t fuckin’ wait. The sight of you laying there, helpless. Those pretty, lace panties he wanted to rip off with his teeth made his brain turn to mush. He crawled on top of you, leaning down to place a hot kiss on your throat as his hands moved down to your ass. 
“Don’t got time to take you over the knee, baby.”
This sentence came with a squeeze to the soft flesh of your ass. Flipping you over belly-down with his fingers tangled in your hair. Face stuffed into the pillow.
His hand came down firm on your lace clad ass. Watching the thickness of the skin ripple. 
Again. Harder.
You let out a sharp whine at the feeling. Each left with a stinging buzz that lingered within the plush skin. You were addicted. Though, what was fun for a moment was soon boring for Mister Miller, his cock in a painful state in the confines of his boxers. Feeling like he was gonna burst any good moment now. 
But were you ready?
He flipped you back on your back in a sinfully quick motion. One of his practiced, old hands laid flat against your stomach before slipping down beneath the lace of your panties, hooking a finger to the side before pulling them down. They were damp. That just wouldn’t suffice for him. His finger tested the waters, how gluey, slick your folds were. Taking what was currently dripping out of your hole and spreading it around like a glaze. 
He dipped his head down into your sternum, his lips pressing firmly against the skin there before he deliberately moved to one of your tits. Brushing the pad of his thumb across the already hard nipple before taking it between his teeth. 
“Fuck-! Joel-”
Funny, when you touched yourself you weren’t nearly this loud. 
This sensitive. 
The tip of his tongue swirled around the bud, it was smooth against his tongue. Warmer than your skin. His hips dug down deep into his own mattress. Mussing the blankets beneath both of your bodies as if they were neat before. He squeezed your other breast with his free hand, continuing his ministries just for another moment. Keeping his moments practiced and planned for the time being. He flicked your unintended, rock-hard bud with his free hand. Mind Numbing stimulation coursing throughout your body. 
Your hand came down to paw at his erection straining painfully against the grey cotton of his boxers.
“Oh–”  
He groaned, his hips pressing into yours before you could touch more. Clamping himself down so the only way you could feel him throb would be against your thigh.
“You think you’re ready, baby? Ready for my cock?”
Of course the answer was yes. He knew the answer was yes how you were writhing, practically salivating at the thought. Both panting like dogs. He pulled himself out of his boxers. The dim light of the room making it impossible to see was was between your legs. The details left unseen and unsaid as all you could rely on was feel.
You felt his head begin running up and down between your folds. With a girl so fuckin’ wet who needed lubracant. Your eyes squeezed shut as he began to push in. 
You’ve never felt anything like it.
Funnily enough. He’s never felt a girl like you either.
“Joel!” You’d squeal. “Fuck, Joel– JoelJoelJoelJoel–”
You were quickly chanting his name under your breath like an invocation. He was big though a three-letter word so simple as big was a fucking understatement. He was stretching out every ounce of your gummy walls. Your head craning backwards into his pillow. His pillow. The scent of his hair, his scent all seeping into your nose mixing with the sensations throughout your body.
“S’fuckin’-- shit, babygirl…”
Joel’s words were slurring together as if he had drank more than those two lousy whiskeys at the bar. Your legs wrapped tight around his waist as you enveloped him. Clenching up every time the tip of his fat cock would graze your cervix. His hand pressed just over your pelvis. Feeling around, ‘til– oh fuck.
“Fuckkkkk… Feel that, baby?” You felt a lot of things right now, your body all too hyper-fixated on the feeling of him to focus on anything other than that. Then Joel took your hand. Trailing it down your stomach as he weakly supported himself with his left arm. Palm flat against the sheets. His bicep tense.
He brought your smaller hand down to your low stomach, feeling the bump there. The bump he was oh-so obsessed with. Jutting out against your palm. 
“S’my cock. Yeahhh. He wants you, s’fuckin’ bad.” 
He was barely there.
“--So. Fuckin’. Bad.”
He punctuated his words with every thrust. You wanted to call out, say something over and over again like your only fucking prayer. But words defied you in the moment. As soon as you felt the unbearable pressure build up in your gut, the pressure that took over, spilled from your pelvis to your pussy. You felt the wiry hairs that crowned his cock scratching against your clit only adding to the feeling. The feeling that was building and building. 
“Joel– I’m gonna–!”
It was so cliche. The need to finish that sentence was gone as you couldn’t control it. Feeling the knot tied so uncomfortably tightly in your pelvis untie. You tried to keep it back, hold it in but it refused. Your hips wriggled against his as your orgasm came ripping through your body. Leaning up as best you could to bury your face in his neck to gasp. Cry out into his ear as much as you well pleased as you felt your legs kick out, your thighs buzz.
His cock curved inside of you, kissing a soft spot that you weren’t even aware you had. His pace slowing, becoming sloppier, rushed. His hips snappy. The way your walls squeezed around him, trying to milk him til’ he was dry. Just wasn’t safe for an old man like him to blue-ball himself like this, huh?
“Fuck- she’s gonna milk daddy dry, ain’t she–?” He was trying to kill you.
With that it was only one more thick, deep thrust into your tight, throbbing cunt where he spilled his cum inside of you. Using what little energy he had left to paint those pretty walls white. Rolling his hips to drive his semen into your pretty little hole. His thumb pushed past your parted lips, your mouth quickly latching on. Cock-drunk, suckling on his thumb to muffle any whimpers. No more cries.
“Atta girl.”
He’d praise. His sweaty, damp body pressing heavily against yours. He didn’t wanna pull out. It’s almost like his body wanted him to stay this way until he was passin’ out. Though, he wouldn't let that happen. He slowly unsheathes his thick cock from your pussy with a wet, squelch as your walls adjust back to normal. Opaque, pearly cum dripping out of your cunt, drooling down your inner thighs all the way to your ass was pornographic. 
Reaching around the back of his head to seize a chunk of his greying, soft-to-the-touch curls. Your tongue licking his way into his mouth instead of his thumb. 
You felt absolutely and utterly euphoric. 
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Laying with the blanket lazily draped over both of your bodies. Joel took a long sip from the bottle of alcohol, drinking it like water to refresh his mouth. He felt exasperated. He wouldn’t be able to pin point the last time sex made him feel this good if you were paying him a million bucks. But now he could say with you.
You tucked your face into his neck, taking in the scent of him, the stickiness of his skin. The salty scent of sex still lingering in the air around. 
It was silent. Like you were both trying to process what had happened within the last hour- hell, the last three. Even the whole bar thing seemed like an impossible daydream you’d watch on a soap, something that you’d say is unrealistic. 
“I was jealous.”
He murmured. Turning his attention back to you as the silence was officially broken. You could’ve figured as much.
“I guess I should be flattered.”
You’d giggle. Real and genuine. Not the fake one you put on for that pervert at the bar. 
“I’ve never had a man break another guy’s nose for me before.”
Joel rolled his eyes. Wrapping his warm arms around your body as he pulled you in close. The first time in twenty years his bed wasn’t empty and cold. A warm body tucked right against him, perfectly as if you belonged. 
“Don’t get used to it.” 
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distracted-milkshake · 2 days ago
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Like ‘Em Weird - Steven Grant x reader
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Warnings: bri’ish reader, non explicit sex, snogging tf out of Steven, general embarrassment, slight jerk Marc
Words: 4k
Rating: M
Summary: A fast moving relationship halts abruptly when the cute guy you met at a cafe wakes up a completely different person.
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How you helped Steven figure out his body has multiple tenets, and that he doesn’t mind sharing it it’s you
I haven’t actually finished Moon Knight, so any inconsistencies or straight up false stuff is on me. Other guy isn’t here because I haven’t met him yet
Whipping up 1-5k oneshots while I can't get even ten in on my wip is such a me thing it's not even laughable anymore
Also! I have read a lot about DID and talked with friends who have it, and the portrayal of the reader does not represent kind or correct treatment of people with such issues at all, just wanted to be clear that I as the author know that and this isn’t any sort of handbook
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“You gonna talk to me or just keep staring?” 
Steven blinks, immediately feeling his hands and cheeks go hot. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring–!” He quiets as you stand and drag your metal chair the few feet across the cafe patio to his table, plopping into it. 
“Hi.” He murmurs, eyes dropping to his lap as he wrings his hands. 
”Hey,” You reach your hand over the table, flashing a smile, introducing yourself. 
“Steven Grant.” He shakes it, adjusting in his seat.
“No worries, by the way. I never know how to start a conversation either.” 
“I am so sorry, really, I hadn’t noticed. I uh, I don’t do that, I swear, I was just sort of spaced out.” He sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly, running a hand through his hair to get it off his face. “I don’t usually see a lot of pretty girls around, not ones that I find pretty– well, I mean there’re plenty of pretty girls, just not as– you just…” he swallows, wishing he could sink far enough into his chair to disappear from the face of the Earth. 
“God I wish I could start over.” He says. 
“This conversation, or since you started staring?” 
“My life at this point.”
“Take as long as you need.” You grin. 
“My name’s Steven, I work in a gift shop.” 
“At the museum?” 
“Yeah,” he nods, sitting up straighter. 
“I knew it, I’ve seen you before! I love that place.” 
“Ah! Me too! It’s ahm, probably about my favorite place in the world.” 
He goes off about something having to do with history, half of which you don’t quite follow, but you listen anyway. 
He tells you about several different exhibits from the museum he works at, stuff that isn’t on the little plaques, going on tangents here and there about the origins of popular misconceptions. 
“…and that’s just off the top of my head; numerous examples of it.” He takes a sip of his coffee, suddenly seeming to realize something. 
“Shit. Im sorry, I’ve been talking entirely too much. You want to tell me about you?” 
“No, it’s cool, I get it.” You laugh. “You read a lot.” 
“Oh loads, anything that interests me, I love books.” 
“Music's my thing.” You say. 
“Oh, do you play?” 
“Nah, I collect. CDs mostly, vinyl sometimes.” You finish your drink, setting your cup aside. 
“I’d love to get into it, but I should be going. Do you wanna get dinner sometime?” You ask. 
“Yeah,” he nods and you pull out your phone, handing it to him to put his number in.
“I’m vegan, but anywhere you like is fine though. Saturday work?” He says. 
“Saturday’s brilliant.” You click your phone closed when he turns it back to you, tucking it back in your pocket. 
“Brilliant.” 
“I’ll call you with the place. See ya then.” 
“See ya.” 
Saturday rolls around, and you get off the bus to a lovely little Indian place with a bounce in your step. 
You had double checked thy had plenty of vegan options, spending the last few days trying and failing not to text Steven every half hour. 
“Sorry! I got put on inventory again.” Steven huff as he bounds up to you, making you feel a little silly as he’s all dressed up. 
“You’re right on time actually. I just came early.” 
“Oh, thank goodness.” He says, exhaling heavily and straightening his back. 
He holds up a “Um, these are for you.” 
“Oh my God.” You smile, taking them from him and turning them over. 
“I hate flowers, but that has got to be about the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” 
“Sorry, I’ll uh, I’ll remember that.” 
“Nothing to be sorry about, I appreciate it. Shall we?” You gesture to the restaurant door. 
“Oh– Of course,” Steven sidesteps to hold open the door for you, and you both head in. 
Seated with your food on the way, you look your date up and down expectantly, to which he sets his drink down and explains. 
“I am keeping my mouth sealed unless spoken to. Even if it means I’m staring.” He jokes at the end with a smirk. 
“Sure you’re going to be able to stick to that?” You tease, taking a long sip from your mango lassi. 
“Sure am. Talk to me.” 
So you do. 
You tell him all about where your from, your favorite band, the kinds of movies and shows you like, and he chimes in with his own, careful not to dominate the conversation with his preferred topics, which as much as you love the sound of his voice, you’re grateful for. 
“You know there’s something special about you maybe.” He says when you’re about finished with your meal. “I feel like I just click with you. Is that weird?” 
“No, it’s not weird.” You shake your head, meeting his eyes. “That’s not weird at all.” 
You walk with him down the street, hands in your pockets from the slight chill, but keeping close enough your arms are almost touching. 
It’s quiet, and it’s a comfortable quiet, but you can’t help but feel nagged at by a lack of something. 
You come to an intersection, and Steven turns to you. 
“Well, thank you, for going out with me.” You take him in, framed in the streetlight, messy hair and nice clothes, pretty eyes catching the light. 
“I hope you have a great rest of your night–” 
You push him against the brick wall of the building closest and catch his lips in a kiss, startling him as his hands hover over your shoulders, then your arms, before finding your back and waist, pulling you close. 
He kisses back confidently at first, then out of sync, then trying to pull away, saying something muffled. 
“Good?” You break the kiss to ask, wetting your lips. 
“Yeah. S’prised me’s all.” He says, breathing heavy. “I just wanted to say I think you’re gorgeous.” 
You pull him back into it with almost feverish urgency, pushing your tongue past his lips and to the roof of his mouth where you find his and press and move against it roughly, hand finding the back of his head to tilt just enough to have the perfect angle to explore. 
You recede to let him breathe and Steven catches a dribble of spit with the back of his hand, looking mortified as he having no where else wipes in on his coat. 
You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb. 
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “Sorry that’s gross, I dunno if I’ve ever been kissed like that, I’ve no idea how,” he wipes his lips again. 
“It’s not like movies. Very, very wet.” 
“You talk a lot for someone who stares.” 
“In the restaurant. Out here I’ve dropped it now. You know I don’t know if I want to be remembered as that guy in your head.” 
“Something else, then?” 
“I’m cool with gift shop guy.” He says as you give him lighter pecks on the mouth. 
“Much better than spaced out Steven.” You giggle, tracing his cheekbone around back to his ear and down his beck, letting your thumb slip under his collar as you press your forehead against his. 
“Yeah well, I find it hard to get a good night’s sleep.” 
“I’d like to get a good one with you.” 
“Hmnn?” His eyes flit to your lips and then back up to yours, bewildered. 
“Oh, oh you mean!” He pulls back and gives an enthusiastic nod, a wide smile on his face.
“Hells yeah.” 
“I like your apartment,” Steven says under his breath between dizzying kisses in your entryway, watching you alternate between his throat and kissing him with utter fascination, unsure how to keep up or what to do with just how expertly you’re making him fall apart. 
“You haven’t seen it yet.” 
You pull him by the wrist through your living space, past the couch to your bedroom, where you shut the door and shuck off his jacket. 
“Do you have a condom?” He asked before you can devour any attempts he has at talking again with your mouth. 
“Yeah, one sec.” You dig around in your nightstand drawer, pulling one out and turning back to give Steven a gentle shove onto the bed, climbing atop him and undoing his buttons with your free hand. 
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Steven says when you finish with his top and strip off your own, tearing the condom open and sitting back on your haunches. “This is unbelievable.” 
You grab him by the chin, making his heart skip a beat. “Let’s aim for unforgettable.” You say. 
Steven lays on his back, hands on his chest, having finally caught his breath. 
“That was lovely.” He says. 
“Lovely?” You repeat, stretching your spine, side eying him. 
He turns on his elbow you look at you. “Lovely. Amazing. Mind blowing. All of the above.” 
“Been awhile?” You chuckle, tracing his collarbone to his shoulder before hooking your arm over it. 
“You have no idea.” As lost in your eyes he is, he pulls away to check the time, sitting up. 
“I um, I should get back to my apartment,” he moves to get off the bed, and you sit up after him, catching his wrist. “Hey wait. Don’t be ridiculous, stay.”
“No, I uh…” Steven stops himself, not wanting to mess this up. If he told you he had some weird sleep condition, that he literally bolted himself to his bed to sleep every night for fear of missing hours or waking up places he didn’t recognize, he was certain that was the kind of thing that would scare you off. 
That look you're giving him, that half lidded, cocksure smile, still topless and not even trying to cover it, it’s convincing enough on its own. 
“That’d be just fine. Yeah. Yeah okay.” He relaxes back into the bed and you lean up and kiss him. 
“Great.” You murmur, pulling him in and tugging the covers back over you. 
Maybe just one night would be fine. 
Marc wakes up in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar woman in bed next to him.
You stir, burrowing your face into the pillows before you feel the bed spring back, blinking your eyes open and pulling yourself up just enough to see him retrieving his clothes from the floor. 
“Hey, no rush, it’s Sunday, come ‘ere.” 
“I’m sorry, you seem nice and all, but I was not supposed to wake up here.” 
“What happened to your accent?” You laugh humorlessly, brow knitting. 
“Accent? Jesus, I don’t have time for this, I’ve got to be in Madripoor in like two hours, that idiot was supposed to be back at his apartment.” 
He gathers up the rest his things as he mutters to himself. “Yeah yeah I know, I can get to the justice after I get back to his apartment and sort things out there. I swear if this is what gets him… yes. Of course I’m grateful. I will handle it.” 
“Hey, wait!” You pull a t-shirt and pajama pants on, following him into your living room, but by then he’s already got his shoes on. 
He opens and struts right out your front door without another word, slamming it behind him. 
Monday afternoon you take your lunch break to head down to he museum, stomping right up and into the corner gift shop, where sure enough, Steven sits twiddling a pen while he reads. 
He sets aside both when he sees you, smile falling when he sees your face. 
You plant your palms and lean directly over the counter, huffing. 
“Hey, you know I really can’t believe I fell for your shy soft boy act, you pull that on everyone? Or was I just ‘special’ enough to catch your attention?” 
“What? I– what are you talking about– hey!” He jumps up from his seat as you push back from the counter, folding your arms. 
“I mean what on Earth is wrong with you!” You stare him down as he rounds his station to speak with you. 
“Hey, whatever I said, I’m sorry? I don’t– I didn’t mean it– will you please tell me what you are talking about?” 
“You jerk. Can you go one minute without lying? Rhetorical, because you obviously can, if it’s convenient to getting in my pants. God! I can’t believe I slept with you.” 
“You slept with me?!” He exclaims, hunching over as a couple passerbys give him looks, making you roll your eyes. “Holy shit, I thought I dreamt that.” He says mostly to himself, tugging at the hair behind his ear. 
You look at him, jittery, wrinkled clothes, chewing at his thumbnail. 
“Are you high?” You ask, tilting your head to get a better look at his face, trying to make out if it’s a bruise or just bags under his eyes. 
He quickly shakes his head. “No, no-no-no, I-I don’t do pills or anything. I mean, maybe I should, to be honest– but I’ve never done drugs of any kind.” 
You throw up your hands. “Why would I believe you after yesterday!” 
“Yesterday? Why– What happened yesterday.” 
“Unbelievable. You know, you aren’t worth this. Don’t text me anymore.” You turn to the door, but his whirls around you in a panic, blocking you. 
“Wait! Wait, please. Look I don’t know what happened the other night, but I assure you that's not me, I’m not like that, I would never say stuff like that, I’d never use you, I like you! I really like you, and I don’t want to never see you again.” 
You study his expression, torn between how completely devoid of any sort of dishonesty it looks, paired with how desperate his tone is, and just who you remember walking out of your apartment. 
“You’re acting completely different now.” You shake your head, hanging it and letting out a long sigh before looking back up at him, which you immediately regret because he has the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “I have to get to work. If you think you can explain to me just what the hell is going on with you, meet me at the park at six thirty, I’ll… I’ll hear you out.” 
“Thank you,” he folds his hands, needing to shout after you as you make to leave. “I won’t let you down, I promise!”
You give a dismissive wave as you head out museum's front doors. 
“…and that’s all I know, I swear.” You’re seated on a bench in the park. By now the sun has set, and the lights are the only illumination with a cloudy night sky. 
“I believe you.” You sigh, letting the leg you’d been sitting on down from the bench to stretch. “How often does this happen?” 
“Most nights. I’ve been trying not to sleep because of it.” 
You shake your head. “Why the hell haven’t you gone to a doctor?” 
“Because I can sort it, it’s fine. You go to a doctor if you're sick, I’m not sick.” He fiddles with his hands, realizing your looking at them he smoothes them down his pants and keeps them on his knees. 
“Sleepwalking isn’t sick. It-it’s just like, stress, or something.” Even saying it aloud he didn’t believe it, but what was the alternative? That he was legitimately mad? 
“Steven, look at me. You need to get help for this. That's mental. It’s not normal. Tell me you’ll get help.” 
“I’ll look into it.” He scratches at his 
You frown. “And mean it. You need help.” 
“I mean it, I will get help.” He nods when you put a hand over his, pulling him into a side hug. 
“Thank God.” You murmur. 
Two months later, you and Steven are kind of dating. 
Though your relationship had taken a big step back, you still texted and called him frequently. You didn’t feel like you could bring yourself to getting any closer, not when you still didn’t know who you had woken up in bed with. 
Today he’s over for tea, on your couch with his hands folded, helping himself to the biscuits you put out. 
You come back from putting the water on, stuffing a couple cookies in your mouth before he can eat them all. 
“Oh! I erm, I got you a copy of that new CD from that band you like.” Steven digs around in his bag, pulling out a still wrapped album, handing it to you. 
“Holy cow.” You scoff as you take it. 
It was the newest release from your favorite band, and had been sold out everywhere for more than two weeks. 
“I can’t believe you remembered. I’m putting this on right now.” You pop on the stereo, slow rock jams filling the apartment as the water boils and you bring the pot to the table, filling Steven’s cup. 
“So how are you doing?” You ask. 
“Oh, mostly good. I still haven’t figured him, Marc, out much, but I am sleeping better.” 
“You figure out just what ‘he’ is yet.” 
“No, still no diagnosis. I’m having trouble finding a therapist I like. I also, you know, not keen on institutionalization.” 
“Right. Well I mean so long as he doesn’t decide to go on some break.” You grimace, wondering what the hell he could’ve had been up to in Madripoor of all places, if he’d even been serious. 
“Beg your pardon?” 
“Never mind.” You give your hand a wave.” I still can’t believe I’m how you found out.” 
“Hey now hang on, I knew, I just didn’t know why.” He stands up to be at your height, annoyed. 
“Or how, or what.” You give him a look. 
“Yeah. But I did know.” He shrugs. “Even though he was trying to keep it from me.” 
“Well yeah, probably because you’re the nice one. Marc is a prick.” 
“The hell did she just say about me!?” Marc growls, catching his eye in his reflection in your tea kettle. 
Steven blinks. “He didn’t like that.” 
You draw your brow, frowning. “He can hear me?” 
“Apparently? I don’t get most of it myself, I didn’t think he could hear me till like last week.” 
You push off the back of the couch. “Tell him to come out here and talk to me right now.” 
“Uh, right, sure, yeah. Marc, you heard her.” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. 
When he opens them again, you slap him across the face. 
He cups his cheek, turning to look at you. “Still Steven!” 
“Shit– I’m sorry!” You cover your mouth. 
“You were going to smack him? But that’s me!” 
“I thought– I didn’t think it through, really. Is he not there?” 
“I can’t really make him come out, he just kind of does it if I let him.” 
“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say. 
“No,” he shakes his head. “He totally deserves it. Prick is right on the money.” 
“Even so, I shouldn’t have done that.” 
“Already better.” He smiles. “Though a kiss wouldn’t hurt…” 
You raise a brow and smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 
You hang out a while longer before heads home, leaving you to think. 
“I want to date her too.” 
“What?” Steven looks up at his mirror from across the room. “You won’t tell me where you’ve been pissing years of my life away, what you’ve been doing, but now you want to meddle with the one good thing that’s happened to me, after you nearly screwed it all up? That’s rich.” 
“I didn’t want much of anything to do with her until I saw the way she slapped you, I mean, that was unexpected.”
“She’s for sure, isn’t she? All the more reason you will not seeing her unless she asks.” 
“Let me talk to her or I’ll break up with her.” 
“We’re not together…ish. I don’t know, it’s not the simplest.” 
“I’ll ghost her. Delete her contacts. You know I will.” 
“Alright! Okay, fine. Jesus.” 
He picks up his phone. “Don’t you negotiate in anything but threats?” He starts to dial your number, then stops. 
“Hang on… you’re jealous, aren’t you?” 
“I’m sorry?” 
“You're jealous I have a girlfriend and you don’t. And she doesn’t talk nicely about you.” 
“I’d stop talking now.” 
“Holy shit, that’s hilarious. You act like you think my life is boring, but you envy it.” 
Marc glares at him, jaw working. 
“I’ll tell you what, I will set you up, but you have to tell me what you’ve been doing, and where you've been taking me.” 
“Khonshu’s not gonna like that.” 
“Again with bloody Khonshu. You’re flipping bending over backwards for that fool. Figure it out, cause that’s that.” 
“Fine.” 
“Perfect. Done deal.” 
He hits dial. “Hey so uh, Marc wants to meet you. Properly. I’ve told him he needs to apologize.” Marc rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. “Right. Yeah. Can you meet me?” 
“This… Marc the Merc, the pissy one?” You say, looking him over. You’d met Steven not far from the museum, and held his hand while he relaxed and let Marc take over. 
“Yes, it’s me again. Hi.” You meet his eyes, feeling oddly bothered by just how the same they look. It’s Steven, but it’s not. 
It’s painfully not him, and yet you can’t put into words how. 
“Hey,” you say, not sure what else you’re supposed to. 
“Let’s get this part out of the way: I’m sorry I walked out on you. It’s Steven’s fault we were there at all, and I had shit to attend to, but I was less than curt about it.” 
“Accepted, if that’s the best I’m going to get.” You nod, and he gestures for you to walk with him, so you do. 
“I haven’t been keeping tabs. What’s he been telling you about me?” He says. 
“Not a lot. I mean, he barely knows you, and neither do I.” 
“There’s not a lot to tell. He’s not supposed to be tangled with my life, but, since he is, I figure we might as well share.” 
You stop, and he does too. 
“What?” He says. “I’m willing to be more open if you are.” 
“What are you talking about? Are you saying you want to get with me?” 
“Would you like to?” 
He looks you right in the eyes, catching you off guard. Before you can answer he cups your face and kisses you, arm around your lower back, nearly lifting you off the ground. 
You pull away, eyes wide, breath ragged, trying to get your brain to catch up with your body, realizing you're right in the street where everyone can see you. 
“Too much?” He asks. 
“No,” you shake your head. “Just– just surprised me.” It’s quiet for a moment. 
“His apartment’s not far,” he finally says. “If you wanna see just how much of a prick I am.” 
You stare up at your boyfriend’s apartment ceiling, wondering what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into. 
You turn when you hear footsteps coming back to the bed. 
“Hi,” he gives you a little wave, holding out a cup of tea. 
You sit up on your elbows, slowly taking it. “Steven?” You say tentatively. 
“Yep, it’s me.” You stand up, throwing back half the cup and setting it aside, swallowing. “Everything go okay?” He asks.
You nearly knock him over in a hug, burying your face into his shoulder. 
“Better than okay,” you say, smiling against his bare skin. 
“Really? Oh, Gods, that's a relief.” He wraps his arm around you, pressing his nose to the top of your head. 
“Marc was different than I thought.” 
“Now we’re even, he said he’d cooperate with me some more, so I think it all works out?” 
“I love you. Both of you.” 
“Really? It’s not too weird?” 
“Hey,” you press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “I like ‘em weird.” 
Even though you had next to no idea what was to come, between you, Steven, and Marc, you were confident you would figure it out.
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jaegahh · 11 hours ago
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plsss make mikasa headcannons 🙏🙏👨‍🍼🤾‍♂️🗑️
GIRLFRIEND MIKASA HEADCANONS ᯓᡣ𐭩
content: sfw, female! Reader, fluff, bit of smoking mentioned <3
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Mikasa’s strong. Like, really, really strong. She’s effortlessly able to pick you up. The ease of doing so always leads to her swooping you up in her arms when you’re too tired to walk up the stairs of your shared loft. She adores how soft you look in her arms.
Mika’s obsessed with your cooking. OBSESSED. Coming home to a warm plate of food you fixed for her after a long hour at the gym is like coming home to heaven. She’ll definitely make sure you know it, too.
Also because she can’t cook to save her life.
She’s definitely the type to be up at the ass crack of dawn. I’m talking 5:30 am, going on a morning jog, heading to the gym, working on something hands-on.. or sometimes just for the sake of being up. She always makes sure to give you a kiss before she leaves, of course.
Her phone is filled with pictures of you. All 1,209 of ‘em. Her lock screen is her favorite one, where you’re smiling and so beautiful in the pretty beach dress you wore when she first asked to be your girlfriend. It was your senior year of high school, and ever since then you two have been inseparable.
You’ll say something about a new TikTok challenge or a new meme you found while scrolling on Instagram and she’ll nod at you without a clue. She’s a bit behind on pop culture references and things like that :(.. Probably because she’s always off doing something productive.
She’s big on games— especially storymodes, though she doesn’t mind the occasional online multiplayer ones. Any free time she’s got is gonna be spent on her PC playing video games. Usually Red Dead Redemption 2, The Last of Us, Life is Strange.. sometimes Fortnite (she’s definitely a chapter 1 season 1 player don’t play w herr). Every once in a while she’ll force you to play something together. Scary games in particular. God, she loves making you play horror games.
“Im scared! Miki where did that thing go? It was just—,” suddenly, the monster jump-scares you and you’re screaming— almost falling off your girlfriend’s chair. You stare at the screen with a pounding heart and furrowed eyebrows, noting the ‘respawn’ button as you were killed for the millionth time now. You huff in frustration.
“Bye! I am not playing this game no more.” You turn to face Mikasa, when you see her laughing.
You cross your arms. “What’s so funny!?” Mika tries to stop giggling, but the cheeky pout on your face only makes her laugh even harder.
“‘M sorry, you’re just too cute. We can play that roblox game now if you want.” Mikasa giggles, as she exits off the game for you. Pressing a sweet peck to your nape, she gestures for you to flip your position on her lap. Now straddling her waist, you sigh with relief as she rubs soft circles onto your back, thankful that horror is over.
With a calmer heart, you turn to log into your account on the computer. “Let’s play Dress to Impress?”
Giving your cheek a little kiss, she whispers, “Whatever you want, baby.”
She’s very easily flustered. You would tell her she looks pretty and she’s already turning red. It’s adorable how bashful she gets 😭
She’s very, very, veryyy protective. Sometimes even too much. Always has you plastered to her, with an arm around your waist or a possessive hand around your hip. She never leaves you out of sight, even if its a quick grocery run or a shopping day at the mall— you’ll be right in front of her, and she’ll be right behind you. She always has a glowering look on her face, and if her overwhelming body language didn’t scare away lingering stares, then the threatening look on her face sure did. She’d never want anything to happen to her precious girl :(
That also applies to her doing absolutely everything for you. Carrying a bag? She’s got it. Need to run a quick errand? Don’t worry, she’s already grabbed the keys. Too tired to walk up the stairs? She’ll carry you. Heading to book an appointment for a massage? Like hell she’s letting someone touch you. She’ll have the 5-star experience at home.
Her physique is sooo delicious. She’s got strong arms, toned legs, defined abs.. she’s just so fit. Always sends you pictures of her at the gym, all sweaty and pretty for you.
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently caressing your back.. she lovess to feel you relax in her touch. Really, it’s cause she loves to always have her hands on you. You’re just too gorgeous.
Loves back hugs. There’s just something so sweet about being able to hold you so tenderly, pressing warm kisses to your neck. Definitely her favorite type of hug.
Has to have you sat on her lap. There’s just no other way. When you watch movies together, play video games, when you’re having a quick smoke sesh, when you’re kissing— she’s always gonna have you pulled right onto her. She loves seeing you sat so prettily on top of her
LOVES when you get a new set of nails. Bonus points if they’re long, charmed ones. They feel so good when they’re wrapped around her pretty neck when your making out.
Kissing you is her favorite thing; if it’s on your lips, on your cheekbone, on the spot right in between your eyebrows, anywhere on your body— but she especially loves to kiss your neck. Always before going to sleep, she’ll make sure to snuggle up real close and litter you with kisses all over your face and neck before letting you rest. she just loves you too much
Mika always makes you feel loved. Whether that’s through sweet gifts she spoils you with, thoughtful gestures, passionate kisses, or loving words. She’s just perfect.
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A/N: HI BABIES!!! I apologize for the fat text coming up. it’s been one hell of a 2 years. this was just rotting up in my drafts, along with countless other works i haven’t had the time nor motivation to finish. so so sorry for the late response nonnie. this isn’t proofread, and unfortunately isn’t too organized either. the writing and characterization might also suck.. as it’s been quiteee a long time 😅. also, i didn’t use the “Girlfriend!Mikasa who (..)” start.. but i think i might for other works in the future?? would you like that? lmk! I feel like tumblr has moved on from the usual bullet point nd dump haha. sorry again sweetheart! hope this was alright for uuu <3 i will try my hardest to be more active for u guys soon!! MWA💋💋
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thisusedtobeafanpage · 2 days ago
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finished cobra kai, here are my thoughts (spoilers ahead)
- I was originally mad that once again robby wasnt given the chance to win, but I ended up crying when thry offered him the job anyway 😭 robby my beloved he deserves everything
- seeing tory win and her knowing that she had earned it also made me tear up, same as her being given the chance to build her career alongside robby, im so glad my girl finally got to be happy :,)
- Even though my favorite is robby i was SOOO thrilled to see miguel win. AND IN COBRA KAI. AGHHH NOW THATS AN ENDING. the whole thing had me going crazy.
- On that note, seeing daniel in the cobra kai gi was CRAAAZY i loved it so much
- its so right that Johnny got cobra kai back, and was able to get closure on something that had been haunting him forever (it was definitely pulled out of their ass that the senseis had to fight to break the tie, but oh well i don't watch cobra kai expecting awesome writing, and I loved that he got to win :') )
- the training sequence with johnny and daniel with you're the best around is probably my favorite bit, these last episodes had a great soundtrack
- The characters that annoyed me earlier in the season definitely got their redemption (demetri and daniel were both insufferable at the beginning)
- I wish hawk got more screen time but thats my favoritism speaking, i loved seeing him be all nerdy with his best friend and with a MUCH BETTER mohawk (the american one was hideous)
- How did literally no one find out about kreese and silver fucking exploding ⁉️ you're telling me an explosion of that magnitude didn't make the news⁉️ and atp silver and kreese were well known so⁉️⁉️⁉️ I kinda wanted them to find out, but im not too mad about it
- Daniel and Johnny didn't fight ONCE during these last episodes, thats gotta be a record. I loved with my entire soul seeing them be besties y'all dont get it
- All the callbacks to the first and early seasons got me so hyped AAAA i watched the show a million times so i missed NONE (i kinda thought the homeless lady was gonna show up when Miguel and Johnny were eating) I loved seeing the cashier at the store and the guy from the pawn shop cheering Johnny from a bar
- Johnny got his closure in every way and it makes me so emotional, he built a new family, and fixed his relationship with the one he already had, Kreese and him finally had a sincere talk (that had me crying mind you), he won the tournament, and got his dojo back, getting alongside that the money he needed to buy a home. agh i love him
- I cackled at the last scene with johnny killing the fly LMAO
overall im really happy with the ending, felt appropriate and I while i would change a few things I still enjoyed it thoroughly
i will miss cobra kai forever :,) been here since it was on YouTube
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foo0lish · 1 year ago
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Don’t do ‘comics’ often.
Would link the audio if I knew how
(Again, all characters from @linked-maze)
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hellspawnmotel · 1 year ago
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remember when I did this?
well I did more
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puppppppppy · 7 months ago
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learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way
#experiencing some BIG FEELINGS OVER THIS REVELATION#listen i have never ever been bothered abt not seeing someone in a while or making time to talk to them bc in my mind its like not thst muc#time has passed. i mean it with every fibre of my being that when im like 'oh its ok even though we havent talked in a while and have our#own things going on it doesnt mean we're not friends anymore since we left things on a good note 8 months ago' i sincerely believe that#and for the longest time i just thought everybody makes peace with it at some point and not automatically assuming the other person doesnt#wanna talk to me anymore or smth. my longest lasting friendships are with ppl who work the same way i just thouhght that was normal#whatever organ everybody has that makes them reach out to their friends and plan hang outs i probably dont have it#i was already hesitant to ask out Alex bc i spend almost every waking hour doing smth that isnt talking to ppl unless they happen to be in#the vicinity. and at first it was bc i planned on making sure i had everything set up so i dont get stressed out and do it one at a time#but then i find out theres a friendship decay mechanic? and after dating and marrying someone you lose -10 friendship points for every#day u dont talk to them?? actually ive probably been losing friendship points this whole time without knowing bc of this?????#and i notice a lot of my own habits are also reflected in how i play bc ive been avoiding getting close to pierre and marnie since its more#of a professional relationship. like i know theyre npcs but im approaching it the way i would in real life its fucking nuts#i think its a little relieving im playing /as/ a character than myself bc as im playing im just making up little interactions in my head#than approaching things the way i would myself so it takes a bit of the stress off trying to put myself in there as a spectator. but well#being in a relationship demands a certain amount of energy even more so when theyre things that already take up energy on its own#like making time to talk to your partner and make sure they know theyre loved. i dont always have energy to put all my mental focus into it#and this is true for real life so im not really bothered by not dating anyone. but when its a game and i want my character to be with someo#and i know its fully optional and i know i could just apply the same logic to this i dont /want/ to. sometimes i want to experience#the same things other people do at least to a certain degree without the same emotional andmental stakes#no offense krobus#yapping#stardew#stardew valley#puppy plays sdv#sdv#this game has me by the ankles man
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ganondoodle · 3 months ago
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I fully understand the pain you feel with TLOZ now. I mean, I understood it before, but after Arcane becoming League's canon, after watching the second season, I feel so broken and conflicted and like I spent time loving something just for it to amount to nothing.
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reliving my totk nightmares just a few months after finally being able to cope with that
#ganondoodles answers#ganondoodles talks#.... it might actually get even worse with arcane#similar how totks stupid book fucked it over EVEN MORE than the game itself#i made a post about it but the tweets in which the info was written were deleted and i dont have reddit so i saved it as a draft#if it does end up being true and more confirmed than a reddit post#if you want to know#someone (was it necrit?) did an interview with linke (one of the main guys of making arcane) and summarized some info#though some wasnt quite correct so thats probably why the op of the tweets deleted them#anyway- in those screenshots they said alot of shit#my favorites- heimer is alive and characters that died can come back to life (????)#'the arcane' is just another version of magic and the whole weird hexcore bs was just bc it was corrupted- hextech is still real#viktor will come back but he is “something special” (my cursed thought .. varrus retcon- its jayce and viktor now lol)#they indeed planned the last episode to change runeterra and also lead into MULTIPLE SHOWS ALREADY BEING WORKED ON#yep that raven was swain/his raven/raum#they are aiming higher thaN GAME OF THRONES UH OH#they are not done with piltover and zaun characters either- urgot will show up#and my favorite .... VANDERWICK IS ALIVE and STILL split between vander and beast (???literally how????) and he will end up with one#again i dont know if anythign of that will hold up but uuuuh even if half of all they wrote there is halftrue .... pls no#i swear if they fuck up aatrox and mordekaiser im might just stop believing in anything ever again and lock myself in a box
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xxplastic-cubexx · 5 months ago
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sequel to this ramble cause the way james talks bout the reduced cherik scenes throughout the xmen films in this video is making me want to kill people. 'we'll always have paris darling' what if we all blew up.
#xmen#xmen first class#xmen dofp#xmen apocalypse#xmen dark phoenix#cherik#snap chats#im gonna be sick ive rewatched this like five times#IM STILL PISSED AWF AND THEN HEARING HIS COMMENTARY ABOUT IT OUUUUGGHHHH#OOOH WHAT IF I THREW ROCKS#LIKE WHAT THE HELL WAS CUT. aside from that gorgeous 'where are you doing' scene in first class ofc BUT WHAT ELSE#im forced to believe there was a make-up and/or hate sex scene in dofp because wdym they were worried about censorship#LIKE WHAT. WHAT DID THEY CUT. CAUSE CENSORSHIP OVERSEAS IS ONLY FOR EXPLICITLY QUEER THINGS INNIT#maybe paris can be our always i hate it here NO I LOVE HOW THE PARIS BIT IS EVEN /THEIR/ COPE#LIKE PLEAAAAASSE im throwing up. maybe if i draw cherik ill feel better#on the real its genuinely so sad. like even outside of shipping this is still art being reduced#and what we have is still good but the thought that it coudlve been BETTER ...#again their connection is already good from what we have in the final but just ... the lost emphasis of it all if that makes sense#ESPECIALLY outside of first class and dofp- like their relationship really is so sparse in DP and apocalypse its so sad#i think what makes it esp sad is how upset james is about the cut material like its so nice that hes so invested in their relationship too#and its just gotta be so. Excuse Me What when youre told 'hey so your characters cant having a deeper relationship or we're fucked'#'even though the relationship between these two is one of the most fascinating aspects of this generation of xmen films'#is it so hard to want to see like .. even just an intimate 'friendship'. like would it be so bad to see them be so heartfelt#or even just bein a bit silly. or hell ill take them fighting again ANYTHING I BEG YOU the humanity between them is so important#LIKE PLEASE im gonna cope and seethe forever i fear#and when he said 'i thought 'its probably the last time we get to do this to each other'' :((((((((((((((((((((( shoot me#at least we'll always have paris ....
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downsteepy · 16 days ago
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hi it's me !!! i've decided to completely overhaul the way i do commissions, and i've even added .. quite a lot LMFAO. the biggest change is i now offer half + full bodies as opposed to only busts (growth) and i've added reference sheets.
i forgot to mention this on the actual sheet, so i'll clarify here: you can ask about backgrounds, however i'm still not very good at them :') backgrounds will (probably) be an extra $10 though
again, as per usual, commissions are done through ko-fi, and i'd appreciate you reading through my commission info carrd! if there's anything you're unsure of, please feel free to dm me for questions/clarifications!
extra examples in higher quality can be viewed in my art tag as well :)
EDIT: from today (february 1st) to february 8th, you can use a discount code to get 25% off commissions :)
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aquarianlights · 3 months ago
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How do you keep going when it looks like 99% of your country has joined a cult whose soul purpose is hatred of everything you & everyone you know & love are when all you're doing is existing just like everyone else?
#election 2024#election#dystopia#hell country#dystopian timeline#i believe in string theory & i almost have myself convinced that there is a way to jump btw your closest timeline#there has to be#like... a portal that constantly moves#i was thinking about it last night & i began to wonder...#would you auto-switch with the you in that timeline?#would there just be two of you in one timeline?#when you finally jumped all the way to the eutopian timeline... if that's possible in one lifetime... if two of you exist...#does that mean you have to kill your other self & take their place?#would any of the above speculation create any temporal paradoxes? and would that affecr just the timeline you're currently in or all of them#would you have the memories of the you that you killed or would you be going into that life not knowing anything#so people close to you would realize instantly that you were not THEIR you#even though that probably wouldn't be a reality that crossed their mind so idk what they'd think#sometimes i feel like i have shifted into the adjacent timeline#i doubt anyone would notice unless you were specifically looking for the hella subtle changes#i call it reality but to the left#I've only told one person about reality but to the left#since no one reads tags (except me lol) i use them to vent#idc if strangers know#it's rare. it has only happened like 3 times? idk. i just feel like there HAS to be a way to do it... to control it#idk. maybe im crazy lol#ik that's not a part of string theory AND Ik a lot of people don't believe in string theory but if you actually take time to learn about it#it makes logical sense#okay im done lol#donald trump#fuck trump
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sieglinde-freud · 1 month ago
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ok i think im done i think ive finally done it. i have completed the awakening ship chart with the second gen. except for nah sorry nah. yes i do love rarepair hell thanks for asking im never leaving
#ann plays awakening#i know that lucisev is not a rarepair but thats the ONLY second gen ship i got here that isnt#so shut it#u might be able to make that argument for gerolau as well but i think anything with laurent is rare bc no one talks about him#and i think gerome has a much more popular ship. that we all know and i will not tag#not that i dislike that one but i just like them with other ppl more#speaking of shout out inigo and cynthia for being the only heterosexuals here (WRONG bi4bi)(both on the aro spectrum)#they will be the only ones here to get a written ending and it doesnt even matter bc inigo fucks off to nohr and makes it untrue#oh well. au where that doesnt happen#i spent a lot of time deliberating on brady and a long time ago i rly liked brady/fmorgan but if im using frobin thats not an option#tho shes here in spirit#idk why it never occured to me to try out the male version of her. bradymorg if it was yaoi#tho im actually a little on the fence about this one. but then my top two choices for brady are just morgan and morgan#so it doesnt throw anyone else off i just need to pick which robin#absolutely nothing has changed in the first gen since the last time i posted this im still rocking with all of them#dont think any of them will change#i allllllmost paired noire with yarne#and that could change but idk. i think owainyarne is just too funny i think about them a lot#though if i could make them poly i would cuz owain/noire is also very cute#kjelle is a lesbian and would not fit into that tho. sorry. this is my gf noire and her stupid boyfriends i dont like#anyways i’ll probably shake some of these up when i go back to the awakening trio retainer au but for my main file yeeah i like these :3#sorry i just like to yap about my kids pay me no mind please
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k-yujin · 1 year ago
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read the tags !! // officially quit
#⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ​⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀#ok first of all why am i writing in tags you may ask#well i find it less awkward to express in my tags rather in the actual post it self since im one hell of an awkward piece of shit hihi#ANYWAY TO THE TOPIC OF ME QUITING#this has been very long due#like i mean everyone has to have seen it coming#specially since i dont post as frequently and j lost most of my motivation#one. because school is my current priority#two. is my personal life !!! i’ve been vry vry busy keeping up with irl frends and also my family#but the main reason had to be my lack of motivation as in its non existent#next topic !!!#i will be deleting most of my asks and random posts soem of which are memorable to me will be rbloged to my personal acc !#ah and yes will i be coming back?#probably will be lurking time to time but who knows i might actually come back on joshuas bday solely to post a joshua mb HAHAHAHA#ilovemyman frr#I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS ON THE DAY JOSHUA ACTUALLY POSTED ON HIS IG#ok im getting sooooo off topic#but like hooray my last theme is actually jjong toram HAHAH#i actually quited before november like the end of oct but i was too lazy to make a post about it hehehe#but luvi knew ofc :>#anyway if were close moots frel free to add me in discord not like im actually really active#@stariaz. 🤓#who knows i might actually take this back if suddenly the little devil inside me decides to revive itself#anyway this is user k-yujin offically(?) signing off 🤓🤓#ALSOOO DOESNT MEAN I QUITED PPLCAN USE MY STUFF W/O GIVING CREDS !!! (ehem ehem my dividers 👁)#please give creds or i will literally come alive#i still have someone who acts as my eyes here even though j wont post no more#guys i have to wake up at 5 am gud night 🤩#also i cut my hair 😶#thabks for 3.4k though 🫵🫵
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skeletalheartattack · 4 months ago
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hi I like gelato a lot
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#ask#anon#hi anon. sorry that i used this opportunity to talk about the sims 2 console port#ive had this template made and didn't use it for much besides a few jokes to send to friends#but i think it's on par for Gelato to be this knowledgeable about one of his favourite games.#but yeah basically i grew up with the xbox version of Sims 2 and since the xbox was my brothers console. i didnt get to play it a whole lot#and years later i bought the sims 2 on PS2 and noticed a lot of slowdown on actions and stuff#and the golden bolt (i think thats their youtube name) did a video about the console ports of sims 1 & 2 games#and i was kinda confused hearing them talk about how the sims 2 only had one save file (on PS2) because the xbox version had like eight#and so that. paired with me looking through the cutting room floor page of the sims 2#i was kinda curious to see if the xbox version really performed as bad as it does on the ps2 version#because the golden bolt was also talking about that in their coverage of the ports#and so like again. there's only two videos on youtube that I could find of the xbox version#and the ones uploaded by IGN run on the ps2 version. because of the fucking button prompts they show on screen#anyway. so like thankfully one of the only other xbox videos showcased making a sim. and it's. so much fucking faster than the ps2 version#like on the ps2 version. you'd select a hairstyle. wait 5-10 seconds. and then the hair changes and you get the ui element to customize it#press cancel and you wait 5-10 seconds to revert back to your previous hairstyle#on the xbox version though? it's so much fucking faster#i haven't checked gameplay of the gamecube version but ik that speedrunners use specifically just that version of the port?#im not sure why only because i havent done the research to check what's better about the gamecube version#granted. i have to get around to getting an original xbox controller at some point to prove it for myself that the xbox port runs the best#i know it probably wont be perfect due to the disk having a few scratches. but its gotta beat my ps2 copy#im also curious to see how many save files i used. because im almost certain i used like 6-7 of them#just because i kept creating new story modes with almost identical alien sims with mohawks#in my last playthrough. i think i broke that tradition and gave my sim a flatter haircut. i also forget if i made him an alien or not.#i havent played it in a year due to getting my computer and it taking up the space i used for my crt setup#anyway. hi anon. sorry about that. im happy you like Gelato :)#i genuinely love him so much ever since Helper sketched him up. like she absolutely nailed it. literally couldn't ask for anything better#and writing up stuff for him has honestly made me love him so much more#thank you for the ask anon!! :)
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theghostofwilburtheworm · 10 days ago
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Hey what happened 2 his daughter
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idontmindifuforgetme · 9 months ago
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You guys don’t know how much yearning for Baghdad takes up of my mental real estate
#I have so many videos saved of last year’s trip#Me and my cousin laughing and joking w my dad while getting ready#The fact that multiple men asked my dad for my hand in marriage (lmao)#Me calling my mom every night to make fun of my “suitors”#All the gorgeous restaurants#Forcing my dad to rate every dress I tried on whenever he took me somewhere#Being catcalled by guys was an unpleasant experience but it was still fun to laugh ab it w my mom#Me having a MASSIVE crush on a family friend#That one time my dad said all the dresses I brought were too short so he bought me a dress that#Went down to literally my ankles#But the family friend was gonna be there so I showed it to my mom and she was like#“You’d wear that??? The queen of mini skirts????” And then she IMMEDIATELY clocked me and was like#Ur behaving strangely. U must have a crush. Who is it.#The hot fuckin summer nights that I spent sitting outside w my cousin on the big swing in the garden#The capital when it was drenched in sunset#When my aunt’s husband took me to the University of Baghdad and I got to literally play act being a student there#Which was a profound experience bc it’s the university my mom went to#Sneaking into the library even though u needed a student pass for that (:#Shadowing my uncle in his laboratory#My first ever nishan !!!#No weddings sadly but I got to see the buildup to the wedding so#And I think getting to call the shots and fly solo from the states to Amman and then to Baghdad was sick as hell#My mom never let me fly abroad by myself before and now im probably gonna be going solo all the time#Help I need to go back#Bro I wish I could drop everything#But before I go to Baghdad I’ll probably have to go to Belgium first for my uncle#SO many stops before I get to where I rly wanna be#I never explicitly told my dad im not religious but I think he already knows im full of sin. Memories..#Omg and my bibi’s delicious food
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