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I think it's kinda comic, in the bathroom fight,
the way tom expresses his anger here. First he calls greg a prick, then smacks him in the head. like an adult scolding a bratty little boy who's done something naughty. he was not expecting greg to go full open-hand-slap-on-the-face at him at all. BRUTAL!
plus greg gets to hit his face AGAIN while all he can manage is to hit greg's arm. In conclusion, the bathroom fight was basically tom being slapped twice and getting to shake greg up a little bit-- and enjoying every second.
#gregory was NOT having it#i bet if they had more space he would've wrestled tom to the ground right. there.#and tom... oh tommy...#became CEO#got the perfect excuse to touch greg#and officially claimed him as his#it was the best day of this man in ages#i love this scene sm#tomgreg
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oh my days did u hear about wilbur soot literally physically abusing shelby
YESYESYES I DID!!!
For the girlies that don't know: I was a minecraft girlie in 2021.
And Wilbur Soot was a big part of that MC phase. He was undeniably hot, but he was also quite open ab mental health stuffs + created quite a safe space for minorities whether that be the gay community, mental health talking space... That's all from the top of my head. In short - he's hot and an empath and ppl liked that ab him
He also kinda showed his "quirky loco character" in music vids or just in streams.
Kinda ironic he's now fulfilling the role that character he mockingly made, tho.
What did he do? Well, he was in a relationship w Shelby Shubble and his way of showing "affection" would be to bite her. Kinda understand biting as a way of showing love as long as it's not life threatening, painful, or in aggression... I mean, ChrisMD does that shit all the time to ArthurTV n it seems more endearing than to really do any bads.
Thing is, Wilbur would end up hurting Shelby. Aaaand so Wil said 'hey let's make a safeword for u 2 say when it hurts so that ik and can stop so i don't harm u'.... but when Shelby used that safeword, broski wuld either grind down or go a lil bit harder b4 letting go.
And Shelby's described it as she would oftentimes scream/yell bc it was so hard, and he'd 'smile' afterwards which is mad psycho (term used loosely) imo. Because also, he'd do ts in public??? Yk, with his friendship group around him n Shelby, the lovely jovely couple? Straight out weird negl.
So, there's context.
Lots of varying opinions online which i would soooo love to get into...
BUT DISCLAIMER BEFORE I DO: Realistically, this is abuse, and thus it is a crime. I've talked about this on my page before - cancel culture can be unecessary in minor incidences, and cancel culture can be not-enough in instances whereby people have simply done illegal things.
This is one of those illegal things. So, whilst I do chat about this light-heartedly or for entertainment, gossip-y purposes - do realise that this is a real life problem that has has major issues in many peoples' lives.
Now, continuing with the juicy waffley discussions that ppl like hearing:
So firstly, some of the Twitter memes are fucking hilarious. I do love that under Wilbur's Twitter apology, loads of MCYTers have joined to clown his goofy ahh. And all those memes saying that Bill smelled such a shit apology he returned to twitter after years + the DSMP are like Avengers in Infinity War returning to all fight enemy No1 WILBUR...
But that being said, DREAM REPLYING TOO????
I spoke ab Dream being a groomer around Christmas time + heard loads of ppl out on vouching for Dream or calling him disgusting, dahdahdah... But the fact that sm ppl are turning around and praising Dream for calling out Wilbur's goofiness is acc MAAAD.
Why's everyone forgotten Dream is j as goofy? And an alleged groomer? And just plain? Not even plain something, brodie is just the plainest mf i've ever seen. Ever since he face revealed, his personality j evaporated on out of his body (anyone feel this asw?)
But no, ppl who are now agreeing w Dream to combat Wilbur as if Dream hasn't also committed what is debateably a crime (ik he 'cleared up the rumours' but it's v hard to fight of groomer allegations when you let them sit and marinate for approx 6 months) is fucking WILD shit to me.
Secondly, people are analysing loads of Wilbur's other prev actions too and saying these should've been red flags to Wilbur being an a-hole before we even heard Shubble's solid proof.
And some of these clips of evidence (e.g. Niki saying Wil bites her + threw her, Tommy getting his hand stomped, throwing apple at Techno) feel very valid.
But other bits I do wonder - are they just being over analysed? Yk, like with the clip of Wil shouting at Tommy for streaming + stealing his wallet, i was super sure that was staged as is (j had it confirmed now by the Twitter community note asw lol) and also, whilst Wil's shouting does feel extreme and hurtful from a viewer pov... Having a wallet stolen, place of work broken in to, litr knowing the place where you work to make all income could be taken away from u bc a friend thought it funny to break in n loudly + rowdily stream... i gotta say that some form of anger or upset is valid there. And this isn't to validate Wilbur's assholery, this is just to point out that whilst ppl are throwing clips into the fire and saying "this is more proof Wil was a bad person from the start" - do try see other interpretations of it and form your own line of reasoning - yk - "is this a valid point or is this someone using the drama to get some extra likes and attention to boost their account" (because believe me, ppl would - if ppl would use Techno's death to get more channel views and interactions - ppl would also most definitely use abuse as a means to engage more ppl).
Aaaaaand let's talk about the little Lovejoy band. Ngl i fucken loved their stuff, quite sad to see it go down the drain because 3/4 of them are public targets, now.
So ik we hate Wil for being an abuser.
And I've seen that ppl dislike Mark bc he supported Maccies (what did he do fr tho bc i have no clue - did he j eat a McDonalds or what?)
And we hate Ash Kabosu for saying it's bad to make fun of those deaths on the submarine...
Controversial opinion but I don't blame Ash allat much??? Now imma explain myself - but pls understand that i don't knoe 100% ab the situation, im v detached from the MCYT sphere of the online community.
But hear me out.
I'm a big believer in cherishing life, life is v important, life is a blessing.... Not from a rly religious pov, moreso in a spiritual way. Because if we only get one life, fuck, it's pretty damn precious. And whilst all those Oceangate memes were haha heehee funny watches, at the end of the day, people did die. And I do find that quite sad.
People say it's fine to laugh and make fun of those who were in there and died bc they were just billionaires who went down there for their own personal entertainment.
Just because they're billionaires doesn't make them any less human than us? Sure, they have a lot more money and are probably a lot more detached from working class issues which the majority of the population faces... But their drowning will have hurt and caused just as much pain to them as it would to us if we were in their situation. And my god, I can't even begin to think about the pain their families must have felt.
Those deaths were a fucking tragedy, realistically - and maybe i'm 'overreacting' here - but c'mon, empathy is literally encoded into our DNA as humans, surely I'm not the only one that can see the heartlessness in just laughing and memeing those deaths?
So Ash Kabosu haterism I don't fully understand, is the conclusion of that sub-rant.
And then I think this is the final little bit I'll discuss considering this is a loooong post:
James Marriott.
Jimbo Mazza, Jimbatron, James Marriott.
Lowkey my big flex, I've been a fan of him since 2020, and I got into his hater-commentary content initially. And ngl, when he transitioned to Minecraft? It was so fkn obvious he was trying to tailor to the MCYT audience to get their approval and entrance into the MCYT community, it made me absolutely cringe - and the blindness of everybody to that fact was insane to me.
Like, he was literally beegggging to be added to SMPs, he'd try and portray this "uncontrollable, quirky" character and would be so "unhinged" that everyone would love him... But ngl, that shit was literal brainrot, and he had you guys (me included tbf, bc i'd watch - just cringing whilst watching) ROTTING your brains with spamming the chat w allat bs that u do on Twitch
Nowadays, I like James tho. I feel like he feels ingrained enough within the community to branch out and not have to play up to the disturbing, disgusting cringefest - and so now he's funnier and having a better time streaming.
I mean, he looks absolutely great too - his tours have him confidence-boosted (rightfully so), because he's in great shape, like, he's genuinely lost noticable fat and put on muscle which has him looking trim as ever - he's grown his hair out into a flattering mullet - Shit, i believe looksmaxxing is the boy-equivalent of the makeup industry profiting off of womens' insecurity....
But the Jimbatron has absolutely looksmaxxed for the best.
That being said however, people saying "I OFFER JIMBO AS A REPLACEMENT FOR WILBUR!!" are fucking weirdos (respectfully but also kinda not)
Bro has just abused people and you're mourning the loss of a content creator and oh no - your favourite band - so you're trying to serve up replacements like a fucking chef that's ran out of a specific ingredient??????????
Yeah, James is less problematic and has 2x the personality Wilbur has- BUT WHY DOES IT TAKE WILBUR COMING OUT AS A FKN ABUSER FOR PPL TO START PROMOTING JAMES????
This is like that whole thing whereby ppl put other girls down to point out to success or beauty of other girls: it takes everyone noticing how bad Wilbur is, to point out the goodness of James.
James litr banned people who wouldn't stfu about Wilbur in his chat in early streams, bc he was sick of ppl following him for Wilbur and who just wanted to talk about Wilbur on James' platform.... I don't think James rly wants to share an identity, or have his platform built from being against Wilbur.
Not proof read this post fully. But take-aways from this:
-Yeah Dream is cooking Wilbur on Twitter but don't forget he's an alleged groomer + is deffo using this as a way to get back into the audience's "good books"
-RIP Lovejoy but some1 explain what Mark did fully + why ppl think Ash is so abominable for showing empathy to ppl dying
-Rmbr that this is acc a serious crime, don't downplay ts
-Stop fucking promoting James Marriott thru Wilbur's downfall, it rly discredits James' authenticity and original building of a community
-So proud to say that after a few months of getting into MCYT stuff i felt as though Wilbur was icky + just plainout didn't like him/got odd vibes
-And lol, acc so jarring how Wil reminds me of this guy in my yr - complete mummy's boy, underestimates and belittles women bc his mum handed everything to him on a plate n so he doesn't empathise w them but rather expects the world from them whilst simultaneously treating them like shit, 'radical', extremely 'woke' about modern situations but is so stubborn and refuses to see two sides of a picture.... Tbh I might j hate the guy in my yr and be projecting that onto Wil
Btw, feel free to argue w me in my inbox ab this but whilst i was quite critical - pls do not be mean to me or criticise me that harshly - if im talking to some1 one on one, i won't be this mean
(ALSO ANON, SORRY BC I WAS QUITE RUDE IN THIS REPLY BC I LOWKEY FORGOT I WAS REPLYING TO U, I WAS IN MY OWN HEAD AB WAFFLING AB SHELBY N WILL, LY AND TY FOR ASKING AB IT THO BC I DEFFO NEEDED TO WAFFLE AB IT SOMEWHERE)
#WAFFLE!!#tw abuse#wilbur soot#dream smp#youtube#shubble#shelby#tommyinnit#niki nihachu#dream#ash kabosu#lovejoy#mark boardman#dreamwastaken#mcyt#arthurtv#chrismd#twitch#minecraft community#twitter#sbi#technoblade
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Omg I'm OBSESSED with your writing!!! Can I suggest RanbooxReader where reader is just very flirty to Ran and they just. Short circuit (in a /pos way)
Just wholesome, kinda romancey goodness, nothing suggestive of course :)
oooo yeah of course!! ; and thank you!! I'm so happy you like my content sm 🫶🫶 ; sorry this is so short, I've had 0 braincells recently and I'm halfway functioning
RANBOO ; short-circuit romance
summary ; you like to flirt with ranboo a lot, and it makes them freeze up sometimes
warnings ; language
word count ; 484
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"You're too sweet for me" You chuckle, "You're an angel, I swear"
Ranboo blinks and quickly looks away, trying to hide the red on their cheeks, creeping up their face and past their mask. You continue talking to stream as they try and factory reset themselves, attempting to make sense of your statement. As they try, it's apparent that they're flustered and confused, also trying to hide it from the stream and webcam in front of you as well.
They quickly excuse themselves, needing to "grab a snack" because they were hungry. Of course, you let them go, reassuring them that that their health and wellbeing was more important than the stream.
You notice the chat catching onto him, but you ignore it, thinking it was just typical shipping.
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A week later, Ranboo's back at your house to stream with you and some friends to play Monopoly. Tubbo sits across from you, Ranboo on his left, then Tommy on the final side. The board sits in the middle of the table, all of you sitting on the floor, on your knees, due to the short stature of the table.
You throw a hundred fake dollars at Ranboo, owing them rent on a space. "You're a bitch. A hot bitch, at that!"
"What does that even mean??" He asks.
"You're a bitch who's hot, Ranboo. C'mon"
They're left speechless, staring at you in confusion as you laugh, hanging the dice to Tommy.
Ranboo feels their face warm up a bit for some reason, finding the random compliment a little heartwarming.
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"How do I look?" Ranboo spins around, posing and whatnot in the doorway to your bedroom in a new outfit.
"Zoo-wee-mama"
"I'm sorry, what?" They laugh
"You heard me"
"I'm putting that on my goodnight post"
"Kay"
"You're a piece of shit!"
"Mkay"
"Oh my God"
"You love me"
"Yeah, I do, sadly"
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You, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo had created a little home movie series and were now talking about your character dynamics now that five of the first ten episodes had been released. You and Ranboo sit on the floor in front of Tommy and Tubbo, sitting on the couch.
"No, no, no, it goes, Tommy is the moon, always revolving around the Earth. Tubbo is the Earth, never undershadowed. And Ranboo is the sun, he's just super fucking hot"
Ranboo freezes as they feel their face warm up a bit, unknowing of what to say as Tommy and Tubbo laugh and discuss with you.
"You good, Ranboo?" You ask
They merely nod as you see red creeping onto their cheeks. You smugly smile and get back to the blonde and brunette next to you.
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#mcyt x gn reader#ranboo x reader#ranboo oneshot#ranboo imagine#ranboo#gender neutral reader#gn reader#they/them reader
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I just wanna say I FREAKING LOVE YOUR SPLATOON AU💯 the character designs are really awesome I love them sm
(I couldn’t decide on an ask so I’ll just add them both lol)
Is Benrey safe from the effects of water?
How tall would the inklings/octolings etc be in the real world?
Thank you sm for the asks!!! aaa :) im glad u like them!
Yes, he is! Firstly because he is a human, and secondly because he only exists in a digital space so the water is really just... pixels and such. So really, anyone is safe from water bc it's not real water, y'know what I mean?
I think i've seen a few height charts BUT!!! Inkling and Octolings are significantly smaller than human beings on average! I'd say the typical inkfish is about 5ft tall. Based on a few things:
In game, you can pretty much leap OVER other players aka twice your height... so! 5 ft.
Marina is around 6 ft and Pearl is around 5 ft. I think Marina is just very tall. Because enemy octarians as well as playable octolings are about the same height as Inklings.
Then again, keep in mind, all players are 14ish years in age. So... maybe get bigger? but I think it's cute if they're small so Gordon is 5 feet, Tommy is probs a little under 6ft but he WILL keep growing... bubbly's probs just under 4ft and Coomer is MASSIVE at like 7-8 feet. (uhh my original art doesn't reflect this... oopsie)
#hlvrai splatoon au#i dont wanna change the og art tho so... just uhhh ignore the heights there ok?#it gets the point across that dr. snes (coomer) is massive and the rest of em are shorties w tommy being the tallest relatively#and benrey is average human height at around like 5'8
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"just trap 'em in a box and make them think about their actions" — ranboo
Howdy lovelies! This isn’t a story from any of my other au’s, this was just a one shot that was inspired by a prompt from @brick-a-doodle-do ! Thanks sm for the prompt btw, I loved writing this! Also, I do have another prompt from @lycaclientt (much thanks to you too :D) so expect another one shot soon!
without further ado here’s the story (I love allium duo sm :))
tw ~ very minor fear, misunderstandings, being trapped, twitter
word count ~ 1.2k
“No no nonono, wait we can talk about this, please,”
The blonde teenager backed away from the giant, keeping his eyes locked on the huge ones just a few feet away.
The giant teenager made no indication of hearing him though, only staring at him, a predatory gaze. Tommy couldn’t see his mouth from the white and black mask Ranboo always wore, but he could tell the giant was smirking at him.
Both of them had just finished a stream. It wasn’t too long, but during that time Tommy had made it his goal to annoy ranboo as much as possible. The problem was that now the stream has ended and left them with no witnesses as Ranboo thought up his revenge plan.
Suddenly, the masked streamer lunged at Tommy, catching him off guard long enough to stop him from dodging out of the way of giant hands.
The blonde shrieked as hands as tall as him wrapped around his body, constricting his arms and legs. He struggled in the grasp, but it did nothing to stop Ranboo from lifting him off the ground with ease.
“PUT ME DOWN NOW, OR I SWEAR I’LL-“
Ranboo tuned out Tommy’s screams as he looked around the room for something he could use to get back at Tommy.
The squirming and yelling in his hand stayed strong as he searched. Tommy had a remarkable amount of energy constantly. Hopefully, this would keep him tired for a while after this.
There.
In the corner of the room there was a box, nothing fancy, just a medium-sized Amazon box from whatever he’d ordered last. He walked over to it, picking it up with his free hand and walking it back to the center of the room.
Ranboo dropped to the ground, sitting cross-legged in front of the innocent-looking box. Tommy gave an indignant squeak as the floor became closer at a terrifying speed.
The box was perfect for Ranboo’s plan. Carelessly, he opened up the flaps and dropped Tommy in. Not enough to cause any damage, just from high enough to make him stumble on the cardboard floor of his new room.
Tommy yelled obscenities at him as the box was closed, making sure there was enough airflow and light from a small space at the top. He also did a mental check to make sure Tommy wouldn’t be able to reach that skylight.
The layer of cardboard muffled the insults enough to still hear his voice but not make out what he was saying. Perfect.
Ranboo chuckled behind his mask as Tommy hit against the sides of the box, demanding to be let out. His commands were denied, as Ranboo just watched in sly amusement. His revenge was complete.
“Scream all you want. This is definitely deserved. "
“I AM THE BIGGEST MAN AND I WILL DESTROY ALL YOUR STREAMING EQUIPMENT! I KNOW WERE YOU SLEEP!”
“If you don’t stop yelling, then I know where you’ll be sleeping too.”
Tommy squawked, outraged at this utter disrespect on his big man status. Although, after a few seconds, he did quiet down. Whether it was from realizing the yelling wouldn’t get him out or the legendary Tommyinnit was finally out of energy, Ranboo didn’t know. But, if he had to guess, it was most likely the latter.
After staring at the box for a few more seconds, expecting the tiny in the box to ignite with rage once more, Ranboo looked up and froze.
They were still live on twitch.
It wasn’t that bad. Ranboo still had his mask on and he didn’t think he’d done anything too embarrassing these last few minutes… except boxing Tommy.
Chat was going wild on the screen. If he looked closely, he could see some of the things they were saying:
TOMMY NOO!
haha get boxed
F in the chat for the raccoon
F
RANBOO WTH
F
is Tommy ok???
FERALBOO
RANBOO WENT CRAZY!
RIP child
F
It seemed chat had seen the whole thing, from Ranboo’s lunge to Tommy’s struggles and it looked like they got the wrong idea about it.
This wasn’t the first time the two size differing streamers had done this. It was common for Ranboo to grab and mess with Tommy. It was even enjoyed from Tommy’s perspective. It was just how they showed affection.
But the problem was, they only fought like this off stream. It wasn’t like it was bad or anything; it was just that they already get weird looks and side eyes from people when Ranboo messes with Tommy in public.
Because of Tommy’s nature of screaming bloody murder and the sheer difference in size, people often assumed that Tommy was uncomfortable or in danger. Ranboo didn’t want to deal with angry twitter users trying to cancel him for that.
Ranboo quickly composed himself, box still in hand, and decided to try and fix this.
“Hey chat, didn’t see you there,”
He felt Tommy go still for a moment, now aware they were being watched.
“Your probably wondering why I put Tommy in a box…”
A chorus of questions and exclamations flooded the chat still, fast enough that he couldn’t read any.
“Well, he was being a chaotic gremlin during stream, so sometimes you just trap 'em in a box and make them think about their actions. He deserved it.”
“HEY!”
Tommy quickly got over the shock of stream being left on and went back to yelling at Ranboo, now fueled by the rage of being called a gremlin. Chat seemed to split in 3 parts, between the chatters either laughing at Tommy, agreeing with Ranboo or telling Ranboo to release him.
Later that night, once the stream really did end, Ranboo picked up his phone and sat on the couch next to Tommy. He went to scroll mindlessly on twitter until he noticed that he got very popular all of a sudden.
That was never a good sign.
He started reading through what people were saying about him before suddenly groaning, slumping onto the cushion next to him right behind Tommy.
Tommy looked at his giant friend, confused, until he glanced at the giant phone screen that was placed in front of him.
Loud wheezing laughter filled the room, louder than Ranboo’s groaning.
Apparently people had started debating about Ranboo being a bad person for how he’d treated Tommy, a tiny.
“This isn’t fair,”
“HAHA GET WRECKED!”
“They’re acting like I tortured you earlier.”
“Look how many people love me more than you!”
“They’re treating you like a kicked puppy.”
Back and forth conversation echoed throughout the home as the two streamers messed with each other like always, not caring about the battlefield of twitter.
Ranboo would need to clear some things up online soon. Obviously, he didn’t want to seem like someone who doesn’t care about tinies. Many of his fans and friends were tinies who were defending him!
But for right now, he just enjoyed the night, and if chat noticed the increase of physical contact and jokes between the two, Ranboo and Tommy didn’t care.
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hope you enjoyed! I hope to write more of these soon, and I’m always open to prompts or ideas you want me to write! :)
#mcyt g/t#dsmp g/t#g/t community#giant!ranboo#g!ranboo#tiny!tommy#t!tommy#I didn’t expect to write this so quick#I love writing silly shenanigans
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Man I was rlly hoping I could read the new chap on my break.
But it's ok we ball.
Instead, have some random thoughts I have of glass since the last time I sent in smth.
• Tommy you absolute child. I can see why he would see the logic in a suicide instead of being killed by cops but taking Jack's choice away in that is so fucked and not being sorry for it is also fucked up. Brother you tried to murder him without consultating him on yer options at all and because you thought it was best.
• The sandduo bonding is amazing. I have missed them sm from Stars and them in Glass is <33.
• I appreciate how everyone has their own ways of going about Wilbur & his trauma. Tommy brute forces his way through & often assumes that he's knows best. Phil has more experience and gives Wilbur things to think about & gently suggests thing, while also giving Wilbur space. Techno is blunt as fuck (me too bestie) but also has a similar approach to Phil. Niki is gentle and lets him go to her, letting him control the situation and do whatever makes him most comfortable while also being outside of his comfort zone and getting him to challenge the Pythia rules & beliefs.
It just shows everyone's character so well & their dynamics with Wilbur :)
• Clingyduo reconciliation is v nice and also opens the door for Tommy & Wilbur to not be as isolated anymore and perhaps not as codependent as they have the trio there and rain duo seem to trying to repair that bridge, though obviously not everything is going to be as it was.
• The guy they bumped into at the night market seems to be Foolish based on description which makes me wonder if he's related to Eret in anyway? But he's probably gonna be back. Maybe.
• Maybe he is who Phil & Techno r meeting up with?? Idk man I'm spitballing.
• Also tntduo dynamic in this is perfect. Are they gonna punch each other, are they gonna make out?? Not even Clara knows.
I cannot go back over the chapters to check what else I want to say and also my break ends in like 5 minutes but this is what I have off the top of my head rn.
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rip ao3 none of you get to read new glass divine until this gets fixed
yeah glass!tommy has... issues. the thing is he does feel sorry for what he did in the sense that he knows it was a bit fucked to make that choice for jack, but he also still thinks it was the right option in the moment. he apologized to jack in the immediate aftermath but refuses to apologize again because he thinks it was understandable why he did what he did.
I missed writing sandduo sm...
that's a great way to describe everyones reactions to helping wilbur!! I have a lot of fun figuring out how each person would react to the things he says and does bc like you pointed out it's a really interesting way to show characterization and dynamics
clingyduo <33 love them
hmm we'll have to wait and see if night market guy comes back into play
lol thank you I love writing tntduo they have such a fun hostile and flirty at the same time kind of dynamic
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Other anon I love ur takes sm omg and you too kauckity! Aaaaa
Now now, imagine karmaland members meeting dsmp members. Luzu would prolly feel the need to take the younger ones of the server (Tommy, tubbo, ranboo, purpled) because HOLY CRAP they have been through a lot and need a good parental figure.
Kamaland members hearing some of the stories the others tell about the dsmp would either have them flabbergasted or outright enraged (specifically at C! Dream) and probably concerned for everyone's mental health. But overall I think it would be pretty wild. K! Quackity would just be pointing at Las Nevadas while bragging to vegetta that his other self made this which would cause them to have a playful back and fourth banter.
Also the fact there's extremely gigantic beings of the dsmp server (foolish who is 23 ft. And Bbh who is a long tall demon) would intimidate the K!members but once they got to know them would be reassured that these tall guys are actually gentle giants.
Im a big fan of crossovers ngl -brainrot anon.
Hello my lovely brainrot anon! I love this back and forth thing we keep doing, is perfect for brainrot so your name is on point. I will start making this a read more cause I need the space to ramble.
Can you believe that Luzu is older than Philza? Irl? Luzu is 36 and Philza 34, all except one of the Karmaland crew are closer to Philza's age than Quackity's. That's a fact you have learned today.
I think in a character aspect, he won't straight up adopt them but he would be there? I think they would find all someone to tail eventually like k!Rubius with c!tommy, maybe c!tommy now will be scared of making pranks to k!Vegetta but once he founds that the most that him would do to k!rubius is calling him "Tontito" (that means dumbass) he will relax, and last season k!Rubius was a priest! So maybe church prime time ?
With c!tubbo thats a tough choice (I am not deep in lore) so maybe k!Vegetta? He is the one who knows more about the mods and how things works on Karmaland and I think he would like to learn. And he will join with the bombs with k!Rubius and k!Tommy thats for sure, maybe k!Vegetta would break the rules a little and let c!tubbo have massive explosives.
I think k!Luzu and c!Ranboo would be good to spend time together cause k!Luzu has this way with people to just vibe so ghostboo can follow him everywhere. And maybe with k!Vegetta they can find a way of reviving him, and maybe then he can meet k!Lolito that last season had memory loss and something like a second personality appear (enderwalking? Similar? Idk) so bonding over loss of your true self and memories, yay!
c!Purpled I am not big either in the lore or watching him as a cc's, so maybe Alexby (a space fan that is so funny) will be good with him since he had an UFO? I am not sure since I don't know properly lol. And k!Alexby was the one who didn't have like a secret indentity like most? So he would like the honesty of this man after all.
The dream situation, hmm, if the karmaland crew go there I think most will be curious about this big jail, but I don't think c!dream will show up in conversation umpromted with the dsmp members; and I don't think the Karmaland people will understand the situation or go hunting c!dream cause k!Vegetta would be like No rash decisions that can alter the world and such, that is mostly my take. They are heroes of course but this is not their world to protect or judge.
And regarding mental health did you know that last season there was a cc that played the rol of a psychologist? I think some people got better with him, so for therapy maybe the karmaland crew give them a call back. ( I miss auron just a tiny bit, chau)
I think k!Quackity and k!Vegetta will indeed get in a silly banter over Las Nevadas, but k!Vegetta will without a doubt talk with c!Foolish over the buildings later.
And about the size difference I forget sometimes about the knowledge of Karmaland 4 forgive me, but they have many events and mostly they fight some bizzarre things and BIG mobs, and I think most that being intimidated they will instantly be on fight mode out of sheer reflexes, look at this thing.
You can't tell me they won't go fight, they are heroes after all. They aren't intimidated easily, their world is far dangerous that dream smp in mobs, and they have to protect it so the have to be strong for whatever missions appear.
Afterwards they will indeed apologize and maybe Vegetta and Bad can bond over not being fans of swears. Vegetta swears a little but mostly he has lame insults like dumbass calling people kids and saying All of you are grown men but still act like chILDREN
#k anons#brainrot anon#This is pretty good#I am not so deep in most lore#BUT#I think the Karmaland crew will vibe cause they are fairly relaxed between them#oh and they won't understand why all the people are so far from each other#since most of the time all the people are close to each other even in their house placement#thank you for the ask as always <3#KarmalandVisitsDsmpAu
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Thank you!! I'd love a stranger things matchup <3
I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her, I'm 20.
Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like! I love getting all dressed up.
Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do, but I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!
Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films of all kinds.
I'll be okay with whatever you want, headcanons or otherwise!! Can it be please angst with a fluff ending? I'd also like the nsfw if you're okay with it!
Thank you very much!! I love your energy, it's adorable!! hope you have a wonderful day ❤️
UWAAA!! I'm so glad you like my energy!!! I am really excited to write this!!
I was originally going to match you up with Eddie but....honestly I could see you two as being related or siblings more than anything!! Straight up twins!
I DEFINITELY match you up with Steve!
Steve is a fellow romantic, so I can totally see you two constantly out-doing each other in big romantic gestures!!!
However, you both met in high school, when Steve was still very much so a Huge Asshole, and occasionally picked on you.
You often huddled in the library, pouring over books and mystery novels like you couldn't breathe without them. You often hid out there instead of in the noisy lunchroom, eagerly reading or even writing your own poetry. You had a small notebook, filled with your favorite poems and small verses you had written, doodles and even notes from your friends. It meant a lot to you, and you carried it with you everywhere.
The perfect target to really get under your skin.
It was Nancy who finally got them to stop, Steve and his little gang having been tossing your notebook back and forth, ripping a page from it each time and tossing them onto the ground.
"Hey, C'mon, give it back! It means a lot to me!!" You said, trying to jump and catch the notebook. Steve and Tommy just laughed and snickered at you, before Steve cracked open the book.
"And to my great love, the daydreams of my mind, I promise thee space in my thoughts forevermore." Steve read out a tiny verse you had written, mockingly waving his hand in the air. "Seriously, what is this shit! You think you're some kind of Hemingway?"
You groaned and picked up the abandoned pages, wincing as he ripped that one out too. He crumpled it up in his hand, and you fought very hard to hide the tears building in your eyes as he continued to destroy your journal.
"You know, you're a special kind of asshole to do this, Harrington!" You said, jumping for the notebook again. Steve tossed it over to Tommy, but it was quickly intercepted by Nancy who had a bitter look on her face. She began chewing Steve out as you took your notebook and ran, unable to find the page with your own poem on it.
You quickly switched to the art room when Steve learned you frequented the library, indulging yourself in painting and sketching instead. You soon found peace with that hobby, letting yourself have a little break from your notebook. This little hobby stuck with you while you graduated and got you through a horrendous job waitressing at a local diner.
Finally, you landed a gig at Scoops Ahoy. Your coworker Robin was a dream to be with, she got your style and your humor. She even convinced you to start a new journal, so you pasted all the old pages from the first one inside, and began writing again. You worst nightmare came true one day, when you saw Steve Harrington walk through the door instead of Robin.
You had half a mind to quit right then and there, and the other half to chew him out for every tease and torture you went through with school.
"You son of a bitch!" You said, the second option having won out. You threateningly waved your scoop in his face, as if you were a lion tamer in a circus. Steve raised his arms in surrender, backing up away from you.
"Hey, hey! Watch where you wave that thing! Easy, Y/N!!!" He said, as you chased him around the tiny ice cream scoop.
"I'll wave this wherever I damn well want! You deserve worse for the number of times you made school living hell!!!" You screamed. He yelped as you swung at him, jumping on top of a freezer and waving his arms out to you.
"Okay, I do! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Y/N!!" Steve said, flinching as you wielded your mighty ice cream scoop.
"Yeah you better be-What? What did you say?" You asked, staring at him incredulously. You both were breathing heavy, adrenaline and anger flooding your veins. Steve merely gulped and slid off the freezer, still holding his hands out to you.
"I.....I said I'm sorry. I can't make up for high school, I know. I was an asshole." He said, before he scratched the back of his head. "If I could take back all the things I said and did I would."
You stared at him, surprised to see this level of maturity from someone who used to laugh when Tommy called you "Edgar Allen's Hoe". You looked him up and down, before finally easing your stance.
"Your girlfriend finally teach you to play nice?" You sneered, putting your scoop back into your apron pocket. The tension between you two was thicker than steel. Steve just snorted at your comment and shook his head.
"Ex. She left me because I was an asshole."
You found it hard to feel bad for him when he said that. You huffed through your nose and crossed your arms. He just sighed before rooting around in his pocket. "I actually begged Robin to switch shifts with me today, because I wanted to give this back to you..."
He pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to you, not meeting your eyes. You gingerly took the paper and opened it up, gasping as you saw the page of your notebook you never found.
"You.....You kept it all this time?" You said, reading the tiny verse you had written over and over again. Steve nodded and chuckled.
"I thought what you wrote was...pretty." He said, turning away to hide his pink face. "Anyway, if you don't mind, I'd like to start over? And maybe be friends?"
He stuck his hand out to you, still giving you the space to say no if you wished. You decided to give him a chance, seeing as he had returned that final piece of your notebooks puzzle to you.
"Fine. But I won't hesitate to shove this ice cream scoop up your ass if you test me again, Harrington!!"
He smiled with relief, and you two shook hands to honor the deal. You quickly grew into a routine with him as your coworker and friend, often times the three of you Scoops Ahoy employees grabbing dinner after work together. Steve quickly wormed his way into your life, and your wriggled your way into his. Carpooling when you had shared shifts. Hanging out at the library to try and help him figure out what he wanted to do with his future. Occasionally babysitting his gaggle of middle school friends with him. Overall, it was rather nice seeing him so domesticated and grown up.
Some days you really regretted saying yes. Like right now, when you were screaming bloody murder as you tried to escape from Russian clutches. He tugged you behind him as you separated from the rest of the group, and you dove for a utility closet, tucking yourself against each other. You both flinched, grabbing onto each other as guards ran past, muttering to each other in Russian. Steve began to gently pat the top of your head, trying to calm you down. He whispered into your ear as quietly as he could that he was so sorry that you got pulled into this mess.
"Hey, when we make it out of here, I'm gonna take you to that bookstore down the street and you can pick out whatever you want, okay?" He said, pressing his forehead to yours, and gently stroking your cheek. "And....And I'm also going to ask you out properly, because I've begun to really like you. I like the way you talk about things. And I like the way you sketch on napkins at work when you are bored. I like your hair and your eyes. I like the way you describe things when you write poems in your notebook. I like you."
You both flinched again as you heard a loud bang, but stayed hidden in that closet.
"So, when we get out of this, what do you say?" He asked, staring at you again.
You figured the kiss you gave him was answer enough.
(NSFW below!! Done more headcannon-esque)
Escaping the Russian lab was easy. Keeping Steves hands off of you while you two were together? That was a task no man could handle.
He never pushed your boundaries; he always knew just when to kiss you and just how to slide his hand down your back to make you weak in the knees. For as much as a loveable goofball he was on the outside, Steve was an utter devil with you in bed.
He would eat you out until you couldn't remember your own name. Sometimes he would make you pick a poem so he could mutter it to you in between your thighs, his lips constantly grazing over your clit. He was eager to please you, so much so that he often forgot to do anything for himself.
Fav position is def missionary. He just can't help but want to see your face and kiss it over and over! He just cant help but want to please you again and again and again.
Lord if you call him a good boy? Get a wheelchair.
Sometimes you have a deep urge to walk up to Nancy and ask her why the hell she left Steve. He tells you that he wasn't always this good, especially when the two of them were together.
Listen, he has such a breeding kink but he does not want any mini-hims or mini-yous until he has two rings on your finger and a roof over your head, so he is a condom KING.
never unprepared to fuck. NEVER.
His only thing is he doesn't like doing it when he's drunk because he gets pussydrunk on you so easily and doesn't have the willpower to control himself anymore and can easily overstimulate you.
AAHHHHHH!!! I hoped you like!! Its been forever since I've watched stranger things so I was scrounging tik tok for edits to get a good image of him in my head, I hope you enjoy!!!
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talking body | joel miller x f!reader
read on ao3 | tlou is created by a zionist and tlou2 is based on the Israeli occupation on Palestine, pls visit these links to help. i urge other joel/tlou fanfic writers to do the same & add these resources to your posts to educate yourself or others who may still be unaware of this info.
pairing: joel miller x curvy f!reader
rating: 18+ MDNI
word count: 7.5k (dear god)
summary: joel doesn’t hesitate to show you just how crazy he is about you.
content warnings: jackson era, canon divergent, established relationship, unspecified age gap, (joel is late 50’s/pushing 60 & reader is whatever age you like her to be), fatphobic/misogynistic comments from a male oc, mentions of body insecurities, a little bit of jealousy (from reader), [internal] angst (feelings of guilt & shame), reader wears a form–fitting dress, joel gets handsy, body worship, pet names (sweetheart, darlin’, baby, pretty girl), brief vaginal fingering, biting, body marking, praise kink, sprinkle of degradation, 1 pussy slap, dirty talk (or as kat put it; joel miller and that FUCKING MOUTH), oral sex (f receiving), mild ass play, unprotected piv, rough sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, possessive!joel, pussy pronouns, creampie, fluff, joel just being such a sweetheart but also an absolute menace UGH, game!joel or show!joel, reader is curvy and can be interpreted as being mid/plus sized, but other than that no other physical descriptions of reader and no use of y/n.
a/n: this is completely self indulgent and i love doing shit out of spite so naturally i wrote this cuz of all the shit i’ve been seeing these past few weeks. also, this is me pushing the agenda that game!joel is a hips guy and show!joel is an ass guy, so i mixed a little bit of both in here bc i can. to everyone with thick thighs, squishy bellies, big tits, hip dips, and every thing in between i see you, i love you (so does joel), and he would fuck your brains out, he told me himself :3 thank you to my loves @skrunkly-scrimblo & @phoeberidgers for being my second and third eyes & helping my indecisive ass with the visuals (and for always putting up with me) ily both sm <3 | dividers by @saradika-graphics
oh! masterlist is coming in a few days (i’m sorry, i’ve been putting it off)
Joel’s still sitting at the table with Tommy and Maria when Dina cuts into your path as you approach the bar, you were getting refills for your table. Dina drags you along behind her to the open space where a few other Jackson residents are dancing, she points out that you still haven’t delivered on your promise to dance with her. You playfully roll your eyes as she tugs you along, you don’t really mind, you’re the type to drink and dance the night away whenever you and Joel joined your fellow Jackson residents at The Tipsy Bison, letting out all the stress and worries that had built up from days prior and tonight was one of those nights, you endured a long, shitty, fucking week.
One dance had turned into two which turned into three and very quickly you felt the overwhelming sense of heat from the lights and the alcohol running through your system warming up your body an ungodly amount. It didn’t help that the short, tight dress you were wearing was beginning to ride up your thighs and the thin fabric on your stomach clinging to your sticky skin as sweat started to pool in places you didn’t quite like.
You take advantage of the song coming to an end and spin out of the dance before someone ropes you back in, tugging the hemline of your dress down while you make your way to the bar to finally order refills for your table. As you wait for the bartender to come out from the back, you turn around to watch the rest of Jackson’s residents while they drink, dance, and laugh through the night, a smile tugs on your lips as you briefly spot Dina now dragging Ellie to the small open space. You continue glancing over the room, it was busier than usual though still expected, gatherings during the fall and winter months tended to occur more often, the cold weather gives people a reason to spend more time indoors, alcohol and loud music helps keep bodies warm and memories faded away. Nights like these are needed in Jackson.
Your gaze eventually lands on your table, seeing a tall, beautiful, dark-haired woman standing in front of Joel, you know exactly who it is…Esther. You’re not surprised, she’s been after Joel for years, completely disregarding your relationship with him. You don’t blame her, Joel’s one hell of a man but you can’t help but feel a pit in your stomach when you see a smile on his face as he cracks a laugh at her joke, she playfully smacks his arm in return and you avert your eyes to scan the crowd once again.
You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, Joel’s a gentleman, always polite and charming, he plays along as to not embarrass her.
So why does it bother you?
You feel stupid, again you can’t blame her, but then your eyes trail down her body, she’s got a few years on you but she doesn’t look it. From what you can tell, her body has remained the same since the day you met her.
Yours, on the other hand, has slightly changed to a noticeable degree, as you settled into Jackson as well as your relationship with Joel. Your breasts spill over the cups of a few older bras, you have a softer tummy that protrudes out in form–fitting clothes like right now and your thighs and ass fill your jeans out a bit more. It’s a dull feeling now, not really paying it any mind anymore, you were more aware of it at first, but occasionally, moments like this remind you of the changes in your body.
His body has deliciously changed with age; his hair now suitably silver, though the gray patches of hair spanning across his chest and down his belly don’t quite match the hair on his scalp. When he lifts his arms just enough his soft belly peeks out, perfectly protruding just above the waistband of his jeans. He’s insecure about it, his age more apparent when you’re beside him, not that he’d ever really admit that to you, but you picked up on it pretty quickly when he started opting for loose fitting button downs and jeans, but he clearly still has an effect on women.
With you it’s just….different.
Feeling the heat of a stare on you and knowing who it’s from, you glance back at Joel, your gaze landing on his face again, you can see his face more clearly now, Esther’s still talking to him, yet his attention isn’t on her, his eyes are trained on you and you’re met with an expression of hunger on his face. His eyes steadily rake down your body, feasting on the tight material clinging to your sticky skin, they pause and for a fleeting moment he fixates on your exposed thighs, his eyes trail back up to your chest, and as he lifts up the glass of whiskey he’s been nursing to his mouth, you catch his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes a long sip of his whiskey.
The faint buzz from the alcohol emboldens you and you wink back at him.
No longer giving those feelings a second thought you turn back around and try to wave down the bartender.
“Another round, please.”
“Sure thing, sweets.”
He turns away to grab your drinks, your ears perk up when you hear someone say your name, you turn your head towards the voice, noticing a few men sitting at the edge of the bar. You recognize one of them, a younger man, who happened to be your old patrol partner and your last fling.
Naturally, you eavesdrop on their conversation. Matt’s back is to you when you hear it.
“She’s not in her prime, you should’ve seen her a few years ago,” he sneers.
His words pierce through you, you know exactly what he’s getting at, it stings even when you know it shouldn’t, it festers.
A man you’re not familiar with, probably the newbie, stands further away, he opens his mouth to speak but you can’t hear what he’s saying, the music is too loud and you have to fight the urge to look directly at him so you can read his lips, but he says something that earns a few snickers out of the men surrounding him.
The shame coils and pulls taut in your stomach, twisting, pulling, scraping so tight it makes you dizzy and nauseous.
You don’t even realize your drinks had been placed on the bartop in front of you, Matt’s irritating voice cuts in and holds your attention, “Can’t believe a man like Joel is still with her. No real man can fuck women who look like that and enjoy it,” he says simply.
The shame turns to rage and your blood boils, you feel your cheeks heating up as anger bubbles in the pit of your stomach, the blinding rage looms over you and your feet move without thinking. You begin to step forward but for the second time that night your movements are interrupted, you hear her voice before she’s in front of you.
“You ditched us to grab drinks and yet we never got them,” Maria teases.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” you look away from the group of men and back at Maria, flashing her a smile, a little forced.
“Figured. Joel’s been eyeing you while you were dancing, I told him to join you but we both know he prefers admiring you,” she says, redrawing your attention by tilting her head into your line of sight.
She beckons you with a jerk of her head, “C’mon, your man gets grumpy when you’re away,” she says with a comforting smile. As the two of you grab the whiskey filled glasses, she hooks her arm through yours and walks you back to the table.
Joel pulls open your chair next to him, you sit down and silently hand him his whiskey, the anger fizzling out as soon as you’re beside him though the knot of shame still tight in the pit of your stomach. He senses something is off immediately, your behavior wildly different than twenty or so minutes before.
“Thanks, baby,” he says as he watches you intently.
“Mhm.”
You nod, shooting him a glance before averting your eyes back to a small group of residents dancing.
Tommy turns his head to ask Maria about the new patrol schedules for the upcoming week, Joel sees it as a window of opportunity, a distraction, so he throws his arm around you and tucks you into his side, just enough for you to smell the whiskey on him, he settles his palm on your stomach, his thumb starts rubbing small circles on your belly through your tight dress, “You okay, darlin’?” he whispers, his whiskey–warm breath against your ear.
“Yup. Just tired,” you say dismissively, trying to keep your voice light, hoping it doesn’t sound as pinched as your throat feels. You press a chaste kiss to the flecks of silver on his temple, attempting to sooth his worries, while internally trying to convince yourself that you’re not giving those assholes too much power over their words, even though you have, it gnaws at you so much it makes your bones itch beneath your skin.
He catches the deceit in your voice but he drops the subject, knowing not to pry in this moment, “Alright, we'll finish these and head home,” he kisses your forehead before he turns his attention back towards the conversation.
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Joel kept on his word, the two of you leaving the gathering once you knocked back the rest of your drinks. However, finishing off your drinks meant the two of you were in a tipsy state and Joel’s insatiable when he’s got alcohol buzzing in his system. As soon as he closes the bedroom door behind him, he instantly pins you up against the door and presses his lips to yours, his mouth swallowing yours while his hands run greedily all over your body, grabbing and squeezing every part of you.
“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he says while he nuzzles his head in the deep groove of your cleavage, he nips lightly before leaving open–mouthed kisses to the exposed skin, his big hands come up to cup your breasts, your nipples peaked and hard beneath the thin fabrics of your dress and your bra.
“Fuck–” your whimper is cut off when Joel drags his lips back up to connect with yours, you hum as you taste his flavour, all oak and masculine and campfire like with a hint of spice from the whiskey. He moans as he licks his tongue into your mouth, one hand squeezes the weight of your breast while the other glides around to your back, pulling you closer. Joel always gets like this after a few drinks; it’s always heady, needy, sloppy like it is now. He kisses you with so much want and desire it makes your brain all foggy and your skin flare, forgetting the moment that threw off your mood.
That is until Joel’s hands make their way down your front, palming your tummy softly, one hand reaches under the hem of your short dress to cup your mound and the memory claws its way back to the surface, Matt’s words echo in your mind.
You tear your lips away from his and plaster on a tight smile, knowing your eyes will give you away, you stare at the scar across his nose, “Not tonight, baby,” you whisper, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek and tucking a silver curl behind his ear.
Though Joel Miller, as always, is on high alert, always studying the people around him, it’s all he’s ever known in his role of a protector. He learnt and memorized all your tells within weeks of knowing you, he doesn’t need to see your eyes to catch on, he senses the hint of sadness in the hushed tone of your voice, the same one he clocked earlier at The Tipsy Bison, he knows you’re holding back.
“Alright, sweetheart, what’s on your mind?”
You brush past him, walking away and sitting on the bed, “Nothing, I’m fine, I’m just tired,” you say a little too hurriedly, your voice too syrupy-sweet. That’s the third thing that’s tipped him off tonight. He follows you tentatively, sitting beside you placing his hands on your knees and guiding you to face him.
He assesses your face and sighs, “We’re not gonna do that. You’ve been real quiet and distant most of the night. Darlin’, talk to me,” he hooks a finger underneath your chin and gently tilts your face upwards, forcing you to look at him.
You shrug heavily, feeling stupid for letting their words sour your mood, but worse for thinking the same about yourself, when you should be grateful. Living, breathing, existing is a privilege, one that not everyone gets, something you and Joel are too familiar with, yet here you are letting dumb comments from even dumber men upset you. The same knot in your stomach from earlier pulls taut once again.
You rip your eyes away from Joel’s, not able to bring yourself to face the troubled look in his eyes. “It's just embarrassing, and I’m ashamed that I let things still get to me,” you admit defeatedly, your voice barely audible.
“Baby,” he tugs gently on your chin again, “Look at me,” he murmured.
You blink up at him, forcing yourself to look at him, tears pricking in your eyes when you see the worry line appearing in between his brows and the hues of concern in his eyes once again. He reaches up to gently cradle your face, the contact sends you over the edge and a tear cascades down your cheek, his calloused thumb swipes it away, the turmoil clear as day in his eyes, you hate that you’re the reason for the pained expression on his face.
“Tell me,” he implored, his voice pinched as he spoke.
You can feel the walls of your throat constricting and the rapid thump of your pulse right below your jaw as you swallow tightly. Just hearing the hurt in his voice should stop you, should make you drop the whole thing. You think about leaving Matt’s name out of it, just by mentioning that Matt was the one reaffirming your deep-seated insecurities will upset him alone, Joel’s hated the guy since the day he found out you fucked him but leaving his name out of it feels like you're protecting him.
That coupled with the look of worry on his face, knowing his compulsive need to do right by you but he can’t if you don’t let him, coaxes you to tell him everything.
Biting the bullet and bracing yourself for impact, you take a deep breath.
“You know that guy, Matt, that I used to….” you trail off quietly, biting your lip.
His lips downturn into a soft frown and yet he doesn’t respond, just gives you a firm nod.
You avoid his gaze, picking at the loose skin around your nail, Joel notices and grabs your hands in his. Your eyes stay transfixed on your lap, you sigh deeply, “He said, a man like you shouldn’t be with someone like me, said he doesn’t know how you can fuck me and enjoy it,” another tear spills down your cheek, recounting each of his words feels like hard punches to the gut. “And then seeing Esther hitting on you again, even though everyone knows we’re together–I know I shouldn’t let it get to me but I can’t help how I feel sometimes,” your voice quavering as you ramble admittedly.
You peer up at him under watery lashes and for a second you can practically see him fighting the urge of storming out of the house and heading back to The Tipsy Bison to find the bastard, you can see it in the flash of anger that spreads across his features, in the twitch of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils as he takes in a sharp breath.
Instead, he exhales, “Darlin’, there ain’t nothing wrong with you,” he dips his head down so his eyes meet yours, you shrug again.
“Stop that. You’re perfect honey,” you can hear the sincerity in his voice as he runs his hand along your upper thighs, now exposed as your dress rolled up from your position on the bed.
“I get it darlin’, hell one good look in the mirror n’ I wonder how a pretty thing like yourself could want an old man like me,” he huffs a quiet chuckle.
You shake your head immediately, “Joel–”
“Sweetheart, it’s okay if you need remindin’,” he interjects you, “I have no problem remindin’ you,” he asserts softly, his fingers still tracing up and down your thigh.
You frown, “I know you don’t Joel, it’s just,” you sigh a shuddering breath, feeling that familiar pang of guilt in your chest, now regretting opening up to him. The heavy stones of guilt and shame weighing you down, threatening to swallow you whole. The last thing he needed was you burdening him with your insecurities, you know him, he’ll dwell on this for days to come, checking in when he feels you pulling away.
“Lemme show you, baby,” he says while softly grabbing your hands, prying them away from your middle.
“No, Joel–” you began to protest.
“Need to see my beautiful girl,” he encourages you gently, his hands roam down and pause right below the hem of your dress but he awaits your permission.
You nod softly and lie back against the headboard, you watch his face as he carefully and slowly grabs at the skirt of your dress, shoving up the soft, red material over your waist, revealing your soft, pillowy silhouette.
He hovers over you as he takes his time palming the slopes of your curves, his big hands grab two handfuls of your breasts and squeezes them tightly, lifting the weight of them up and dropping his head down to nip at each breast, then letting them fall and marveling at the bounce of your tits. His hands find your hips, he’s sliding down the bed, just enough so his head is level with your middle, he dips his head down and presses his lips to the soft flesh, his teeth sink into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, you involuntarily let out a soft moan.
He grips your hips more firmly, almost like you’ll disappear before him if he doesn’t, he moves his lips to your other hip and nips at your skin, “My sexy girl, fuckin’ can’t get enough of you,” he says lowly, his breath hot against your skin, you whimper softly as both of your hands find the nape of his neck. His mouth moves to the soft swell of your tummy and he nips at the supple skin right above your belly button, the coarse scruff tickles your skin and you can’t help the giggle it elicits from you.
He pulls away and peers up at you, eyes dark and full of lust, his mouth hovers over yours, “You drive me crazy, you know that, baby?” He whispers fervently against your lips, his fingers squeezing the meat of your thighs.
Your glassy eyes meet his as your hand comes up to cup his cheek, “I’m pretty crazy about you too, handsome,” you whisper, his cheeks flush pink at your words, still so bashful. He kisses the heel of your palm before patting the side of your thigh, “Turn around for me sweetheart, go on, all fours, need to see all of you,” he smirks, his eyes full of intensity as they drag down your body.
You do as he asks and move to the middle of the bed, flipping onto your knees and walking your hands out in front of you, arching your back slightly and hiking your up ass in front of him, he moans at the sight. “Good girl,” he praises softly behind you and your pussy throbs, a familiar sticky heat pools in your panties at his words. You playfully take a glance back at him, his eyes dark and half-lidded as he sits up and moves to his knees behind you, his hands run up the backs of your thighs all the way up until they meet the globe of your ass and he whistles lowly.
“Look at you, so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs, oggling the curve of your ass as his index finger sneaks under the lace trim of your panties, taking the material between his forefinger and his thumb and lightly skimming his fingers down the lace, “N’all for me.”
His fingers roam down to your covered slit and you let out a soft gasp, which only spurs him on, he runs his fingers along the wet spot on your panties, smirking when he feels the wetness staining your panties, the tips of his fingers dip below your clothed slit, “There's my girl. Always so fuckin’ wet for me, huh?” You hum softly in response.
The tip of his middle finger pushes past your outer lips and you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress the whimper you let out. You’re already so wet, you’re always so wet and willing for him. It should embarrass you, how easy you are for him but it doesn't because it’s him and knowing how much he revels in this, in you makes that small pinch of embarrassment fade away instantly…every single time.
You risk a look at him over your shoulder as he pulls his finger back out and in one swift movement he puts his finger between his lips, quickly sucking your arousal off his finger, like it’s a mindless, habitual thing for him, like he’s sneaking a taste of his meal before he digs into it. His hands reach for the waistband sitting on your hips, pulling the lacy fabric down, marveling at the dark fabric against your skin as he slowly drags the material down your thighs, his eyes catch the opaque wetness soaking the lace while he pulls them down and he moans shamelessly.
Your eyes widen while you watch him bunch up the material and shove the lace in his back pocket and then his hand lands an affectionate smack to your ass, “Eyes forward, sweetheart.” You tear your eyes away as he brings a firm hand to the small of your back, pressing you down and deepening the arch to his liking, you instinctively drop to your forearms– so pliant and needy for him–he brings his mouth down and sinks his teeth into the lush of your ass in approval.
His hands grab your inner thighs, spreading your legs, now he has full sight of your glistening core, two thick fingers stroke through your folds, “Look at that, she’s so pretty baby. She’s droolin’ down your pretty legs,” his voice low and deep.
His words make your pussy throb, you can’t help the whine you let out, “Joel, please.”
“Please what, pretty girl, use your words,” he commands, his fingers still languidly messaging through your puffy lips, smearing your arousal all over his fingers.
“I need you, please do anything, please,” you mewl, not caring how pathetic you sound.
But still, not enough for Joel. A loud wet smack fills the room as he lays a firm slap to your cunt, your body flinches forward, the edges of your vision blurs and your aching, swollen cunt tingles and clenches at the harsh, yet welcomed contact.
He tuts, “You want my cock that bad, baby, I wanna hear you say it.”
Bastard.
“Joel please, I want your cock. I want it,” you whine and writhe beneath his firm palm.
“Okay, alright, baby, s’all I wanted to hear,” he cooes, his slick-coated fingers now soothing your folds. “I just need to taste her first,” he shifts behind you, sliding down off the bed, his knees creaking as he kneels on the floor, he pulls you back towards the edge of the bed by your thighs. He tilts his head up just enough to dig his teeth into the meat of your upper thigh, just below the curve of your ass cheek and soothes the sting with a wet kiss.
You shiver, you’re aching for him and his mouth is everywhere except for where you need him to be.
Joel’s hands come up to grab the meat of your ass, spreading you open and gently pushing you forward for better access, he brings his mouth to hungrily kiss your inner thighs, tasting the sweet, sticky slick coating your skin and a pitiful moan slips from your lips.
Joel seems to have heard it and that’s all it takes for his lips to make contact with your pussy, your breath hitches in your throat as he flattens his tongue and licks a long, slow swipe through your slicked folds, the first one always drawn out and meticulous and just for him.
You push your hips back into his face causing the tip of his nose to nuzzle into your asshole, you feel him hum in approval at your entrance. Suddenly, nothing else matters; the thick fog of insecurity, the crippling shame and guilt sitting heavy in your chest; it all melts away as a fresh wave of sensation courses through you by the warmth of his mouth on your cunt.
This was always his favorite part, seeking pleasure in you because it brings you pleasure, always doing what makes you feel good. To spread you open before him, having a perfect view of your alluring holes in front of him, just begging for him to devour away (and fill you up). He can spend hours on his knees between your legs and he has, slipping further and further elsewhere as he indulges in you, his lips relishing away at the altar in your hips.
A pressure already begins to pull taut low in your belly, you’re squirming in his grasp but his hands move to firmly grip your outer thighs, keeping you open for him and pressed flush against his eager mouth. He doesn’t go easy on you like he usually does. He fucking laves at you, devouring and savouring you like he’d never get the chance again. The vibrations from occasional muffled moans and groans against your pussy make you chant his name over and over like a prayer, even though he’s the one on his knees.
You can feel him push his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it, then he moves to swirl the tip of his tongue tightly against your puffy clit, “Oh god, Joel, fuck,” you moan out, your eyes roll back into your head as the coil inside your belly wounds up so tight every muscle in your body tenses. You start grinding your hips back into his face, he groans in response and loosens his grip on your legs, letting you take what you need from him.
He flattens his tongue against your clit before he closes his lips around it, suckling it into his mouth and moaning around it, the vibrations from his mouth makes the coil in your belly snap, and you cry out, using the sheets beneath you to stifle the noises slipping through your lips.
With his mouth still latched onto your throbbing cunt, he keeps going.
“Fuck, Joel, I can’t–” it’s too much and you’re too weak, a trembling mess on the mattress, so you attempt to close your legs but the strong grip he has on your thighs doesn’t allow you to move, it only goads him further.
He licks a thick, languid stripe through your heat all the way up until his tongue prods at the tight ring of muscle, again, your legs threaten to close but the firm grip of his hands keeps you wide open for him, he swirls his tongue in a tight circle around your puckered rim, “Joel–” your gasp is cut off by his white, hot mouth taking its place right back on your clit, not giving you any time to recover.
The tip of his tongue works small, tight circles on your clit around and around, only this time with more pressure than before and within minutes or seconds–you don’t really know at this point–you feel the pressure building in your belly and it’s growing stronger by every lick and suck from his mouth. His tongue flicks over your clit before he licks it into his mouth once more, closing his lips tightly, he gives it one last tight circle of his tongue and suckle to your clit and you break, your second orgasm crashes over you.
A choked moan escapes you, your legs quiver as they threaten to close while your hands fist the sheets beside your head, the grip he has on your thighs holds you open for him while you come all over his mouth and he laps you up, savoring, slurping, and swallowing down everything you give him.
Milliseconds pass and he shifts behind you, lost in the haze of your orgasm, you can faintly hear the popping of his knees coupled with a grunt behind you as he stands up. He leans forward, kneading your ass in his palms before bending down to lay another bite on your other cheek, this time with more fervor, leaving a mark, your skin tingles.
Joel positions himself right against your ass and places his hands on your hips again and squeezes, “I love all of ya, baby, but this right here,” he grips more firmly at the flesh on your hips again, “Fuck– these kill me,” he mumbles, almost entirely to himself.
“Joel, please, I need you inside me,” you beg and shiver in his grasp.
He stays quiet behind you, too enticed by the sight of your weeping pussy in front of him. You think you can hear the metallic clink of his belt as it drops to the floor and the buzz of the zipper of his jeans coming undone, the sounds make you clench around emptiness, Joel catches sight of it, a lustful groan slips out of him, a guttural sound from deep within his chest. You’re always so needy, so eager to be full of him and he’ll never get enough of it.
He keeps one hand on your ass, the other wrapped around his cock as he swipes it once through your folds, wetting his dick with your arousal, earning a quiet whimper from you at the sudden contact. He draws his hips back slightly and finally notches the wide head of his cock into with your awaiting hole, groaning in unison as his tip stretches you open, “Christ, always so fuckin’ tight,” spitting through his teeth.
His other hand moves to your hip to hold you in place as he sinks into you with one languid, long thrust, sliding himself in as deep as he can, he feels his tip hit resistance and his breath hitches in his throat, he stills for a moment, enthralled at the sight of his cock nestled in at the very end of you, completely bottomed out in your dripping cunt, “Fuck–there you go, pussy’s suckin’ me right in, sweetheart. This perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he grits as the grip he has on your hips tightens, his fingertips digging into the soft tenderness of your hips.
One of his hands sneaks its way to your front and he grabs your breast beneath the neckline of your dress, he kneads it and pinches your nipple between his calloused fingers, then he pulls the neckline down along with your bra, freeing your breasts from the constricting cups, he palms them roughly before leaving them to sway, all bare and heavy, “Look so goddamn perfect bent over for me like this, I wanted to fuck you in this slutty dress all night, fuckin’ couldn’t get it outta my head,” he pants heavily, his hand returns to grip your hip as he begins rocking his hips forward, “Drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy, baby.”
You curse lowly as you shift to deepen the arch in your back–you need to feel him closer–you straighten your arms out in front of you, your hands latch on to the edge of the mattress, your chest now pressed to your thighs and hiking your ass higher in the air for him, changing the angle as your body folds in on itself and earning a low groan from Joel, a sound that rumbles deep in his throat, “Sweet Jesus, that’s good, just like that baby, always so good f’me,” he’s babbling under his breath. The palm of his other hand finds the small of your back, “Tell me how it feels,” Joel grits, his voice thick and breathy as his thrusts pick up the pace.
“F–feels so good, Joel,” you sob, and it’s true, every time feels like the first time even after all these years; he had bent you over, pressed his large hand between your shoulder blades, kicked apart your legs with his knees and when his hand found the base of your neck, he pressed your face into the wooden floorboards and stretched you open, fucking you with ruthless abandon, using your body to get himself off, dulling the agonizing memories and unspeakable horrors that had forced his hand. His unforgiving pace, your face scraping along the hardwood floor, his brutal thrusts that kept your cunt sore for days on end, none of that mattered to you, in a way you were using him too, your insides just desperate and aching to be filled and all you could do was take it, your body completely succumbing to him and accepting his girth, ‘s like you were made for me, his breath hot and heavy as the words buzzed in the shell of your ear.
His deep voice breaks through the loop of ecstasy, redrawing your attention to the moment, “Takin’ my cock so well, this pussy’s so fuckin’ good, she’s so good to me,” he grits, both of his hands now keeping a bruising grip on your hips as he drives your hips back to meet his, pulling you back onto his cock, the slapping of his hips against the plush of your ass echoes loudly in the room. You press your face into the sheets as your moans grow louder while he drives his cock in and out of you, “Those men…’f they had a woman like you…fuck–they don’t deserve that,” Joel rambles gruffly in between his harsh, unrelenting thrusts, “We’ll show ‘em how a real man fucks his girl, I’ll fuckin’ show ‘em, I’ll show ‘em.”
Oh god. Sparks ignite a fire that roils low in your belly, you’ll never get used to how talkative he is while he loses himself in you.
“Oh–fuck, Joel, don’t stop, don’t stop,” your words come out choked, the flow of air to your lungs suspended as he punches himself into you, your fingers dig into the mattress in attempt to anchor yourself.
“I know, baby, I know, just take it,” he hisses through his teeth. “This tight pussy only made to take my cock, ain’t that right?”
His words are swallowed up by the obscene squelches of your cunt as it grips his cock while he slams into you. When he doesn’t get a response from you he lands a firm slap to your ass, this time with more force, your skin tingles beneath his hand, “Yes, Joel—fuck—yes–yes,” you moan breathlessly, completely lost in a dizzying haze of pleasure.
“‘S’right, she’s mine, all fuckin’ mine,” Joel snarls, his thrusts grow more aggressive, you fist the sheets beneath you–the possessiveness in his words, the firm grip on your hips pulling you back to fuck you onto his cock–slowly, you can feel the fire in your belly making its way to curl around the base of your spine.
He tightens his grip on your hips once again, you can feel his fingernails digging into your soft skin, you crane your neck to peer behind you, spotting the small indents beneath his fingertips forming on your hips, leaving more evidence of himself on your body. You know they’ll be there in the morning. A low, breathy moan slips between your lips at the thought. Your hooded eyes flicker up to his face, he looks wrecked; his gray curls cling to his forehead as a sheen of sweat covers his skin, his cheeks flushed a shade of cherry red that extends down to his neck and tanned chest, his pupils are blown out so wide they’re almost black, locked in on his length going in and out of your drippy cunt. His eyes flicker up to watch the ripple of your ass as he pummels his cock into you and it drives him over the edge.
You didn’t think he could get more relentless, yet somehow he does.
He releases the firm grip he has on your hips and slides his hands to your ass cheeks, he glides his hands over the curve of your ass and again, he brings one palm down in a harsh slap, you make a muffled sound against the sheets. His fingers span over the globe of your ass, palming your ass cheeks and grabbing them tightly, squeezing the tender flesh, he groans loudly as he pulls them apart further, splitting you open even more for him, fucking you deeper, all you can do is whimper into the mattress.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect, so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasps, his chest heaves as ragged, throaty moans escape him. Unable to stop himself, he squeezes down on your ass cheeks with more vigor as he unravels and pounds into you relentlessly, his thrusts brutal against you and the tip of his cock now punching your cervix.
You clench around him, a sign that you're close, and he reaches around your front, he presses his fingers into your very sensitive, very swollen clit and starts rubbing tight circles over the bundle of nerves, bringing you to the edge of your release.
The lick of heat sneaks its way up your spine, dispersing itself along your nerves, setting your skin on fire, “Shit, Joel, m’gonna come,” you gasp, your voice all cracked and your breath ragged, unable to breathe as your lungs search desperately for respite, a low static buzz begins to ring in your ears.
Somewhere distant in the endless loop of euphoric haze you hear his voice, deep and rough, “Come for me, need to feel this slutty pussy come on my cock.” A high-pitched moan spills from your lips, your eyes slip closed as your walls flutter and gush around him, your clit sore and throbbing beneath his fingers, your body convulsing in aftershocks as your orgasm erupts and smothers you entirely.
“There you go, attagirl, my perfect girl, comin’ all over my cock,” he talks you through the trance of your pleasure. Your pussy clenches down around his length again, bringing him to his own release and he pants, “Baby, need you to turn over—shit, m’gonna–”
In an attempt to bring yourself up on your shaky arms, you push your hips back into his, Joel hisses through his teeth in response. His hands fly to your hips, steadying himself–shitshitshit–he loses his rhythm as his own orgasm rips right through him, his thick cock pulsing and spasming inside your messy, used cunt, his frame shuddering behind you as he spills inside you. You reach an arm back behind you, grasping onto a hand that’s glued to your hip, his fingers intertwine with yours without hesitation, desperately grounding himself as he groans painfully, long and drawn out while he fucks the last of his seed into the deepest parts of you, filling you to the brim.
His entire form gives out, falling forward over you, pressing his entire weight into yours, the two of you collapse onto the bed, he drops his forehead, damp with sweat, to your back as his body goes limp over you. He exhales heavily, his warm breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, he presses a tender kiss to the nape of your neck while his hands find your hips again, quivering as he pulls his sensitive cock out of your wasted pussy with a loud grunt, earning a lewd, wet sound once he completely pulls his length out.
Joel sits up and leans back, his hands grab your legs keeping you spread open for him, he gawks at the flutter and clench of your leaking hole as his white milky spend drools out of you and he groans, “Oh fuck me, that’s a pretty sight right there, my girl’s fucked all full o’me.”
“Shut up,” you huff a quiet laugh and shut your legs, he lays a playful slap to your ass, eliciting a tiny squeal from you. Joel stands up and strides off to the bathroom while you crawl up the bed, laying your head against the pillows, the sound of running water in the background as your eyes slip closed, sinking into the blissful haze of the afterglow.
You feel his presence returning, he wraps his hands around your knees and pulls apart your legs, spreading you wide once more and he freezes, “Fuck,” you hear him groan above you. You open your eyes, hazy and hooded, to find him standing between your legs with nothing on but a pair of loose fitting sleep pants, no underwear, a wet rag in hand, mesmerized by the slow flow of his cum dribbling out of your hole.
He’s completely forgotten what the hell he’s supposed to be doing.
“Do you need me to do it,” you tease with a small smile, a devious glint in your eyes as you look up at him.
His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, “Keep bein’ smart with me n’ I’ll stuff that pretty mouth of yours,” he quips.
You grin at him while he drags the damp cloth through your swollen sex. He taps the side of your arm lightly and you sit up, his hands grab at the material bunched around your waistline, as you lift your arms up in the air, he pulls the fabric over your head and your body shimmies its way out of it. His eyes never leave yours as his large hands reach around your back to unhook your bra, pulling the straps from your shoulders, leaving you bare as he scrunches up your clothes and the messy rag soaked in your combined releases and returns to the bathroom. You lie back down again and slip beneath the covers, the back of your head resting on one of his pillows.
Joel saunters back into the room, “Scoot,” he motions with his hand and you do, he slides in beside you and pulls the blankets up to cover your middle. As expected, he tugs you closer to him, tucking you into his side, you instantly hoist one of your legs over the top of his strong thighs, one of your hands rests over his chest, feeling the strong thump of his heart beneath your hand.
As the thick haze fades, your lips part, your voice barely above a whisper, “Thank you,” your fingers gliding over the patch of gray hair spanning across his chest, following the trail down the soft swell of his belly while his fingers softly trace down the slope of your side, fingertips following the curve of your body beneath the blankets.
He presses his lips to the top of your head and he whispers, “I’ll fuck you like that every night f’it means showin’ you how fuckin’ perfect you are.”
Your lips twitch, a hint of a smirk on your face as you press your face into his chest and hum, “Just admit you’re a dirty old man, will you?”
Joel laughs lightly but doesn’t deny it, he peers down at you with nothing but adoration and a genuine smile, “Never said I wasn’t, baby, n’ don’t act like you don’t love it.”
‘I do, and I love you,” you bring your hand up to scratch his gray beard before tilting your head up to his and press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, tasting the flavor of your pussy on his tongue, you hum into his mouth, all dazed and content.
“I love you, honey,” his other hand drags gently along the crown of your head, his thumb resting on your cheek, stroking it as he brushes his nose along your cheek. You can feel his lips turn up into a smile against your skin, “Maybe, I need to get ourselves some rings, that oughta keep ‘em away.”
You smack him lightly on his chest, “You think you’re real funny don’t you?”
He laughs, loud and deep, his perfect soft, pudgy belly jiggling beneath your knee, his fingers grazing down your back, “M’just sayin’, s’an option.”
You chuckle. “Whatever you say, Miller.”
thanks for reading xx
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Can I request forgetful y/n just interacting with people (like eret, bbh, Tommy for example)
I just want to know how the others would be like with y/n
of course anon! :) I'm hyperfixated on charlie (slimecicle) and jack (jack manifold) so I had to add them !! also I already did tommy (check out chaoscrew part!! (part 5!)
part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7
includes: Jack manifold, Slimecicle, bbh, Eret, technoblade
note: these are pretty short! (to fit more people)
Jack Manifold
as much as he's on the internet, I 100% believe he wouldn't know about your memory issues until y'all interact
while playing Minecraft together, you forgot where your house was, not abnormal for someone, so he didn't question it
but you forgot more stuff as the stream went on and he got a bit worried bc that's not normal :( but bc he didn't know what was going on, he didn't know if it was okay to say on stream, so he dmed you on discord and told you to check
"are you alright? you've been forgetting quite a bit" the message made you smile, it's nice that he cared enough to ask "I'm okay, thank you for asking! I just have a medical issue with my brain that makes me forget stuff a lot (ps it's okay to say on stream dw!) :)"
he was like half low key embarrassed and half relived that you were okay 👍 but as you continued playing he didn't bring it up or question it at all, just helped you when you forgot something
he thinks you're a really cool person! definitely can't wait to play with you again ^^ (he also thinks your character in the dsmp lore is cool and is a bit sad they haven't interacted yet </3 (you are too, y'all talk about it on stream sometimes and the chats like WHEN WHEN?? GIV JACK S/N LORE INTERACTION NOW!!!))
Charlie Slimecicle
I don't think he'd acknowledge it much if at all! not in like a mean way, more in a "I don't see the need to acknowledge it because you're still you so like ?" type of way
basically doesn't see you different from anyone else!
THOUGHH WHEN YALL STREAMED TOGETHER YOUR FANS CRIED BC YALL LIKE ACTED LIKE OLDER BROTHER AND YOUNGER SIBLING
when you forgot something he'd just casually tell you what you forgot
"where was the mine? I forgot . .;;" "when you leave the house, you'll see a nearby forest, the entrance is in the side closest to the mountain!" "okay! forest, close to mountain, got it, thank you!!" /minecraft
people want your dsmp characters to interact SO bad dude !!!
congrats! there's a new subtwt, a very small one, but they're there!! it's named bc they think y'all act like siblings! it's slimesiblingtwt / slimesibtwt, if may sound a little odd to some but if anyone relates it to something against either of y'all's boundaries then everyone is like hey wtf that's weird,, don't, don't b weird (and reported bc ew ykyk)
ALSO FUN FACT WHILE THEY WERE BEING IMPATIENT FOR YOU TWO TO INTERACT IN DSMP LORE THERE WAS LIKE??? A DRAWING TREND???? WHERE PEOPLE WOULD DRAW YOUR CHARACTERS IN MATCHING SHIRTS
the two most common shirts were simple white shirts that said dap me up, and his "so yeah. I'm a gamer." shirt 👍
there were also shirts like the classic "I'm with stupid" shirts, pls they thought is was so funny fkfkfj
he also like, genuinely loves how you describe things when you forget the word because with the way your mind works you wont describe it in a way that sound serious
has started calling a few things by the "nicknames" you've given them unironically bc he was calling them that ironically for a while and it became a habit
examples of things you've said: spaghetti cake (lasagna), dead but not dude (zombie), etc
and if you forgot the name of a character in like a video game (or didn't know in general) he likes the nicknames you come up with for those as well, because they're named after their defining feature
for the entire game of little nightmares II you couldn't for the life of you remember your partner's name (six) and kept calling them (her?) "little raincoat buddy" pls,, u sounded so genuinely happy too, like you saw them and interacted for all of 3 seconds and got emotionally attached (pls someone request forgetful! y/n playing little nightmares II if you wanna see it I think it'd be fun and I love the game sm) (also feel free to request for resident evil 8 🤲)
BadBoyHalo
honestly 100% I think he'd feel a little bad a first bc :( his memories mean a lot to him, he couldn't imagine not having most of them :((
of course, doesn't bring this up on stream, this isn't something you talk about on stream!
y'all text for a bit until he understands that he doesn't need to feel bad for you because of it, of course it's annoying and makes you upset that you don't have as many memories as everyone else, but you had him think of it as a jar
your jar (capacity for memories) is smaller than everyone else's, so while most things do leak out, that's okay because if you had all the small things in your jar, there wouldn't be space for the bigger things. so while it's upsetting that your jar is smaller that everyone else's, it's okay because that's just how it was made and you'd rather remember the big things than a bunch of small things
he said he understands but he still feels kinda bad 😭
if you're capable of having hyperfixations (nd!) then he would 100% listen to you talk about it in you wanted to talk to him! :)
and if it's a game or show or smthn he doesn't know, he might do a bit of research about it so the convo wouldn't feel one-sided if you feel awkward if you're the only one talking (also never cuts you off!)
Eret
I can't explain it, like,, at all but I feel like they would be the type of person to like not bring a whole lot of attention to it, but would make sure you remember what he's talking about since he would assume that speaking up about forgetting something in the middle of someone else talking would be quite difficult
especially when talking about dsmp lore because so much goes on that it's confusing and hard to keep up with
"and after my character betrayed them- do you know what I'm talking about? it was a long time ago" "yep yep! very vague and fuzzy but I'm pretty sure I get the main idea! :)" "okay! :) then after my character betrayed them that's where one of the most famous quotes of the server came from! «it was never meant to be»? that's where it started, though Wilbur's character blowing up l'manberg definitely made it more popular"
y'all don't interact very often, but ifs fun when you do! took you on a tour of her castle before 100%!!! :) chat had a blast with that
Technoblade
also didn't know at first but didn't think of DMing you to ask
you forgot a lot of stuff and he was like ???? "s/n are you okay?"
"oh! yeah yeah, I'm good, I just forget a lot!"
wouldn't say more after that I feel like, would try to avoid making references to the past that you might've forgotten but not so much so that it's obvious he's avoiding it yk?
if y'all become close enough for him to make memory jokes he'd probably make a lot of little lighthearted ones, like maybe 2-3 big memory jokes (like bits that take up a few minutes) per stream if it's average time (1-2 hrs), but not more than that (also wouldn't continue the bit if you don't)
most are little light-hearted side comments that are there just to poke fun at you and not actually meant to be rude and focus on your memory issue
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New Home
Joel Miller x reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: some self-doubt, cuss words, insinuation to smut
Author’s Note: the way...this is my favorite thing i’ve written in a hot minute. Joel i love you so much please come back to me (also, i will keep using video game joel gifs for the rest of my time as I am pressed their making a show about it. I am preparing for the onslaught of pedro pascal fans by writing very fluffy fics about video game joel because im salty)
Summary: The first day settling into your new home. (set between the end of the first game and around the beginning of the second)
Genre: flUFF, some angst at the beginning but all is settled
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
(not my gif) (im gonna cry i miss him sm)
You ran a hand through your head and looked through the window of the house. It didn’t seem very...homey yet. Tommy had tried but you could tell the little bits he had set up were for Joel. Even a couple of lonely flannels had been set up in the closet.
You and Joel had been together for going on a year but you still felt like you shouldn’t have assumed that when you finally settled down it would be in the same house as him. You hadn’t even assumed you would get here.
Endless years of running and sneaking and then you were taking Ellie to a place you ended up stealing her from. Now the possibility of a domestic life was within your grasp and you weren’t sure how you should go about it. The guilt of killing all those people and lying to Ellie still hungover you, even if it was mostly Joel.
The door opened and you stood up from the bed link you needed to be formal. You felt stupid the second he saw you.
“Tommy really shoved you in here didn’t he,” he grumbled.
“What’s that mean?” you asked, still feeling dumb. He shook his head and walked up to you, putting his hands on your lower arms.
“You didn’t see Ellie’s little room. She wanted to show you.” You nodded slowly.
“Do you think we should stay here together?” you asked him, unable to do anything but speak your mind. He was caught off guard by that and clearly tired. You should have waited for a bit before speaking but you couldn’t help yourself.
“Why wouldn’t we?” he asked, suddenly way too tired to have a conversation that may make him feel vulnerable. You shrugged and sat down on the bed which he promptly followed.
“I’ve just never actually thought about settling down I guess. I wasn’t sure if we should have separate housing or what was appropriate or anything.” Joel wasn’t sure how to answer. His jerk reaction was that you shouldn’t leave his sight. It was pretty safe to say the two of you had formed an unhealthy codependent relationship. It had just been the two of you for a while before Ellie came along.
“Do you want separate housing?” he asked gruffly. You looked into his eyes, gauging his emotions.
“No,” you said honestly, a little bit of lingering emotion in your voice.
“Me neither.” You let out a sigh of relief.
“Good. I was scared,” you said laughing a bit. You stood up again quickly and reached out his hand. Your mood shifted immensely now that that weight was off of your shoulders. “Care to show me to El’s?” He let out a long tired sigh but took your hand anway. He couldn’t say no to you.
He took you to where Ellie had coped up, in a small house a couple of streets over. Tommy was outfront talking to her. You wondered if Joel had told him yet, about the whole immunity thing.
Joel had an arm firmly around your shoulders as you approached. Codependency showing quite clearly.
“Hey! I’m glad he dragged you over, come here!” Ellie said loudly, opening the door to her new house. You smiled at Tommy who smiled even wider back. He was beyond happy to see that Joel had found someone he clicked with. He was worried all his older brother would have was his grief.
“Alright alright,” you said laughing as Ellie took your hand to drag you away.
“Don’t pop her arm out kid,” Joel said, letting you go reluctantly.
“I won’t!” Ellie promised even as she dragged you with all her might inside. You slipped behind the door and it didn’t shut, just in case either of the guys wanted to follow but they strayed. Tommy looked over at Joel, a cheeky grin on his face.
“You like the house I had saved for y’all?” he asked. Joel crossed his arms and nodded.
“It’s nice.” Joel looked over at you and Ellie. He couldn’t really hear your words but Ellie had her arms up high, showing you each bit and you nodded along eagerly. “Thank you,” he said begrudgingly. Tommy took the gratitude gracefully.
“Of course. Anything for my big brother and his girl.” Tommy shoved his hands in his pockets. “You look real happy with her. As she does with you as well.” Joel gave him a prompt ‘be quiet’ look but Tommy shook his head. “Hey, I’m just happy you found each other is all.”
Joel had to admit, he was happy too. Although he would never say it out loud to his brother.
“Looks awesome El! And we’re not too far away from each other. I will expect sleepovers,” you said as you approached the door again. She nodded, laughing from something you had said inside.
“We’ll have to kick Joel out of the house,” she explained.
“Hey now,” Joel protested, chuckling lowly. You were back at his side and just like that you leaned against his chest with your back so that he could put his arms around you.
“I’ll just come over here, give the old guy some space. God knows he needs it sometimes,” you said.
“I don’t know, looks like y’all are pretty attached,” Tommy teased. You kicked him. Ellie giggled at it.
“We’ll see you both tomorrow,” Joel finally said. You nodded.
“Breaking the house in?” Tommy asked and Ellie was the one who hit him this time.
“Golden star for Ellie. Goodnight you guys,” you said as you started to walk away.
“Goodnight!” Ellie called.
“Night,” Tommy said as you and Joel trotted back to the house. There was a moment of content silence as you walked, happy to be safe, happy to be together.
“Should we?” Joel asked.
“Huh?” you questioned. He nudged you.
“Break it in.” You scoffed, nudging him back.
“I’ll race you.”
“Oh for Christ's sake.”
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10 Amazing SBI/DSMP fanfictions!
Something nobody asked for but i give it to you anyway! (all on ao3)
basically me being some sort of critic but super biased
*some might not be updated fast, some may be on hiatus*
*also not in order!*
1 - Help Me Heal or Leave Me Be by myleftshoe104
This is a tommy-centric, bad family sbi fanfiction that i've come to adore. Its pretty sad but great for people who crave angst. i just started reading but if you do decide to come over tell them that I sent you here- (joking ofc ^^*unless*)
2 - Organs? Snatched. by AldiParmesan
This fanfic is a ranboo-centric, toyko ghoul au-ish masterpiece. You can read the summary if you want to know more but i really recommend this to everyone. It contains a bit of gore and violence but its a tokyo-ghoul au what did you expect?
3 - a saint bernard sits (satanic and chained up) by anxielin
This is a direwolf tommyinnit centric masterpiece with hunter (don't know what they hunt but it would assume shape-shifters or just harmful people idk?) sbi! I recommend this to people who love family bonding and angst :) Its honestly one of my reasons I still read fanfiction is a GREAT fic!!
4 - The Case of the Fire Inside by
trying_to_spell_both_our_names_at_once
This fanfic is honestly a REALLY REALLY good fanfic. It's well written, amazing plot, original ideas, and more! It's about selkie tommyinnit (a seal that can shift into a human with a pelt?) and broken-ish family sbi. Dont forget the manipulative Dream. Good soup.
5 - Thin Ice by Cleanse, Virgil_Summons
A fic that gets me curious about how creative some people are. Ice skater Ranboo, friends with Hockey Player Karl who has a surprising dark side who meet mafia(or just evil idek) dsmp :0 recommend just for anyone, especially mafia/dark sbi and/or clingy duo meeting ranboo :)
6 - We'll (Ender)walk this long road together by Ravivkit
The enderwalking bee duo + Micheal (family trio) angst/little bonding fic we all didn't know we needed until we got it. This fic actually inspired a chapter in my fluffy book w/ ranboo and the server with the enderwalking ranboo being SO FREAKIN' CUTE. I love the fluff chapters sm!! recommend to fluff and angst enjoyers :)
7 - how heavy is your head? by casptastrophe
This fic is amazing! Ranboo is the outcast in fantasy royalty with niki and quackity w/ father schlatt. No idea where the plot is going but I love this book dearly! Hated child-boo my beloved :o
8 - Show Your Fangs by Goat6023
Haven't read this fic in a while and got a nice surprise when it had been updated! I think this is the one where tommy is a human being abducted by aliens. space au go brrr. Sorry if this sounds boring, I honestly forgot the plot. But boy, I'm reading this after I'm done being a fanfic critic.
9 - tom's diner by fuglychan
I cackled at their name, this deserves an award. But the fic is AMAZING! I love this diner au and it makes me wanna cry because of manipulative (not really /gen) tommyinnit. like- my guy has phil around his pinky.
anddd for my favorite fanfic in this whole community thus far, consisting of a 200k+ word fanfic (can we just- wow), 2 other series (one completed and one not)...
10 - You Can't Spell Student Government Without Three Letters From Stupid + dead relatives and daddy issues (ft. student government) by leafcabbage
This book is my reason to live. I will serious go through a melt-down if this is deleted /j.
I freaking love this series! This book got me into the "they/them pronouns for ranboo" and "trans ranboo" tags! I also just love their writing style and ideas! It's basically a student government turning into ranboo melting down and living with bench trio. I- YES
I love the series and followed through the "winter interclude" series with my butt falling off my chair with the amount of creativity. I do advise you read with caution, as there are descriptive scenes with seizures.
And if these events weren't based on real-life i would give them a grammy just based on this books true power to make me fall in love with writing again. I COULD NEVER
and that's the end of my list!! please check out these authors! :D
follow me if you want @A1o_1nkx on ao3 :)
#dsmp fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfiction recommendation#angst#fluff#ao3 fanfics#mcyt#dsmp#ao3#dsmp fanfic#please read
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hey kaisa
it feels like i am steadily becoming uninterested in dsmp and it really hurts because i love it sm :c i think it has to do with the lack of...anything happening on the server and the bleak outlook that it will continue to be that way due to the cc's other ventures (tommy's vlogs + mod vids, wilbur's music, tubbo's server, etc.)
im glad they have their own passions but now we are kinda just left here with an uncompleted, stagnant story...sometimes i wished they had just ended it on the disc war finale. it was an absolutely amazing end to season 2.
so i was wondering if you had any advice for me? or really anything? thanks c:
hiii you!
i'm sorry i haven't answered, i've been watching the streams tonight while doing some work.
but yeah, there's a little lull in the dream smp right now and honestly, it can only be expected. they've all skyrocketed in popularity through quarantine, and now that restrictions are lifting pretty much all over the world they can go out and get work opportunities in the 'real' world. as we've seen with tommy's vlog content, ranboo traveling across the atlantic. with these opportunities, however, it does mean that they'll have less time for minecraft and dream smp, which is unfortunate.
when there's no new content in a while, it's only normal to lose interest a little. when there's nothing new to consider, people either go back and rehash old arguments, start new discourses, make predictions on what will happen - but of course, at some point you'll feel like you don't have anything to do, that you've explored all the avenues. and it can just be tiring to read the same discussions over and over again hahaha
the season 3 has been very sporadic, with streamers becoming increasingly more busy, which has made the season feel very dragged out, but also increasing expectations - the more space between lore streams, the more theories and analyses have been written - so it's a very interesting, but weird feeling of limbo we're in. three lore streams a month is very little compared to what we are used to.
but i wouldn't worry about them not having the rest of the season planned (as much as i also make jokes about season 2 being the series finale asfdgfh), they're very busy but they all seem very passionate about the story they're producing. i know wilbur just said he had everything planned out for the foreseeable future, for his lore, and since he's writing/pitching in for tommy and tubbo's character arcs as well, i wouldn't worry about them either. and both quackity and dream have been very open about how enthusiastic about their lore as well, especially quackity. they have a lot planned.
unfortunately because the dream smp isn't a traditional media where the actors gather to shoot a season that then airs with a week between each episode, but rather relies on coordination between multiple insanely busy people across the globe - it was given, that it would get harder and harder as the world opened more and more. so right now, it's just a matter of them figuring out how to coordinate things with each other and balance dream smp with their other projects.
as for advice: i'm, personally, doing a passion project that's keeping me interested in the lore by transcribing different vods, otherwise i'd probably have drifted a little bit too; so that could be an idea to keep you engaged? there's nothing wrong with not being as interested in something that's currently on break, especially one like the dream smp where we're so used to getting almost too much content. i also wouldn't worry about it being left unfinished, at all - we'll maybe have to wait a bit, but they won't leave it unfinished.
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literally just woke up so this might be mildly incoherent and rambley but heres some of my favorite hcs
c!tommy crochets. for many reasons really but ultimately because its a repetitive task that he can put his energy and feelings into. he's really quite repressive when it comes to talking about exile and i think when he gets really stressed out about everything he uses crochet as a coping mechanism. he makes sweaters for ranboo, gloves for tubbo, and little stuffed animals for michael all the time because at the very least he still tries to be kind to the people he loves, but really hes disguising his mental distress with a fun hobby
this one was already mentioned so i wont elaborate but c!tubbo made his own prosthetics and mobility aids. i love that one
cranboo gives ctubbo little trinkets and such, like along with other bigger gifts sometimes he just sees a little thing that reminds him of tubbo and gives that to him too. tubbo keeps them all in a little box or somethin
cranboo knows how to bake from niki (and is good at it) but is absolute shit at cooking, cant cook to save his fucking life
also ctommy keeps a garden, though its not at his own house. theres much more space in snowchester, and he visits often, so he asked tubbo if he could make one there. he said it was because there was no good food around, but really its because he just really loves plants and the job of caring for them
id say this one is pretty common but cquackity still wears the rings ckarl and csapnap gave him on a chain around his neck. he never took em off. if someone brings it up he ignores them deliberately, but then when he has a second, he quickly hides them back in his shirt
morning liv ^-^
YES YES YES YES YES!!!!! ABSOLUTELY im so glad i got c!tommy sews/knits/croquets believer mutuals i LOVE it sm. him making c!ranboo sweaters bc he wears suits a lot even though its cold... c!tubbo gloves cos he builds a lot... michael stuffed animals eueue fantastic fantastic
yes yes yes
ABSOLUTELY i think c!ranboo's giving love language would be gifts so like 10000% he gives c!tubbo things he finds and small stuff he makes and flowers and yes!!!
c!ranboo being a disaster in the kitchen is my favorite thing but i absolutely agree that he would know how to bake, and i feel like c!tubbo would be the opposite? baking requires very very specific measurements and clear instructions; cooking requires you to improvise as you go. i can't tell which one fits which better but either way yes yes
oh my god c!tommy caring for a garden..... <33333333 he talks to all the plants and gives them names
with this last one you want me dead you want me to lay on the floor and cry. yes you are absolutely right though, he never gets rid of them because he can't bring himself to and it's just another one of those subtle ways that c!quackity shows that he still cares even when he tries so hard not to.
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BELL I HAVE TRAVELED SPACE AND TIME TO FIND THE BEST DESSERT RECIPE and here are my findings :
- ice cream sandwiches are REALLY good like rEALLY GOOD
- never underestimate sugar
and :
bread + a whole load of nutella + an ungodly amount of whipcream =
a sugary disaster, if u can u should try it! <33
( btw bell what do u think about the shopping vid w/ tubbo, tommy n jack? honestly never in my lifetime did i think i would see jack in a blue bob wig lmao- hope ur having a delicious life friend! - Unlucky )
I am so sad I wish I wasn’t lactose intolerant bc I miss Nutella sm what this isn’t fair I hate it here
(Every vlog has exceeded my expectations so far. I love them all. I do think that my fav is still the original tho idk)
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On the Techno steals the kids and runs to Sam au. What if Techno who’s not very smart when it comes to other emotions and stuff, knows that both his brothers our suffering, and like he logically knows both of them need help and immediately thinks of philza..
but he’s also smart enough to see that keeping Wilbur with the kids might just make things worse and Wilbur is spiraling and all the kids need is a safe space to be kids and a kind heart to listen. So Techno nocks out Wilbur and drops him on Philza and then takes Tubbo and Tommy to Sam, that way there separated and Techno can rest easy knowing he no longer has to deal with all these conflicting feelings and emotions.
This is the best outcome of the AU, where Wilbur learns to be himself again w/the help of Dad n Sam getting to raise two gremlin children. It’s the best outcome and I LOVE IT SM!!!! Also have Techno visit both of them, with helping Phil w/Wilbur n just, having a good wholesome time with Sam n co? just?? Love this ask smmmm
He still has conflicting feelings tho, so hopefully as he hangs out with both does he come to terms that mr. pig man DOES have emotions!
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