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sanstropfremir · 1 year

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wait tell me more about your undergrad thesis play you did

ok i can't actually say too many details because it will doxx me (the play was deeply specific to the city i went to undergrad in) but i have to lay some groundwork first:

i did not actually choose to do this play. if given actual agency i would not have done this play, it was a bad play

hilariously, not every design program grad actually got to do a final/thesis show. our program only did three shows a year, which meant that a maximum of 3 students per discipline (set/costume/lighting) got to do a show. and usually it was less that that bc there were graduate students and occasionally a professor stepped in if the student crop was weak (it usually was). this is how you obtained a final show (for set design):

duking it the fuck out in a no holds barred semester long competition IN the set design class where the prof pits you against each other in every critique to see who can design the best show according to the director's specifications.

no i am not joking

i was not particularly enthused by any of the show selections in my graduating year (the season is picked in advance by a committee of staff+directors) but i sure as hell am ambitious so i decided i was gonna do preliminary designs for every show. and also interview to try and get a costume design slot, but the department literally stepped in and told me i couldn't design two shows in a year.

anyways. i go above and beyond building prelim models for these three shows, but again i get sidestepped by the department and told that i can't design more than one show, so i have to pick which one i want to do, so i went with the show that would become my final show bc the director was very adamant about working with me.

the play is a REWRITE of the government inspector by nikolai gogol, and that rewrite is being done by the director herself. the rewrite is set in the literal city that my university is in, part of it revolves around a very famous historical landmark

all of this happens a year in advance to the actual show (second semester of my third year, the show's run dates are late second semester of my fourth year), so i have the entire summer and all of the first semester to tidy up the prelim design and get it approved etc etc. here are a select few of some of the insane stories than happened over the time it took to make this show:

the director does NOT finish the script until about a week before rehearsals start

the director invites me to a 'design meeting' that actually turns out to be a private meal at a very expensive sushi restaurant and possibly the most expensive meal of my entire life. the director treats me to some extremely expensive fish and two bottles of sake, which i drink all of. i should point out that i am 21 at the time and the director is anywhere between the age of 65 and 85, no one actually knows. also the director IS LITERALLY MY PROFESSOR

the director will not decide on what she wants on the floor (has to function as both indoor and outdoor space, the floor is also a nearly 30ft diameter turntable (not my choice) so any patterns HAVE to match a circle) and when we finally settle on a mandala pattern she makes me draw FORTY DIFFERENT MANDALAS over a three week period before she decides on one.

i make the props department order over a thousand dollars of fake plants. it takes up a third of my budget, but they are most of the set pieces 🤷‍♀️

the head of shop somehow gets the actual city council to lend us real actual city lampposts. like real real ones made of aluminium and glass and shit. they get wired up with portable dimmer packs and put on small platforms so they both actually for real light up AND roll around the stage

there's a fuckup with the scenic painting class + the rehearsal schedule (the rehearsals are running behind and there are not enough scenic painters) so the mandala painting has to happen in only two days AFTER 10pm. i end up painting most of the mandala myself in those two overnight shifts that go until 4am

oh and there's also a fuckup with the new set design prof that's coming in so i'm literally left without a supervisor for an entire semester while the show is in pre production.

#there are so many other stories the whole year was a fucking nightmare sldkfjsdlf #the costume designers (there were two in an effort to try and make it 'fair') literally shat the bed with the costumes #so much so that they had to redesign outfits after technical rehearsal. aka WAY TOO LATE in the game #the turntable ended up getting cut from the fucking show bc an actor sprained their wrist being stupid #so all of that perfect symmetry point mandala work was for NOTHING (except a gorgeous floor im actually still very proud of that floor)#in addition to all those fake plants i had the poor first year grunts make over 100 custom giant ivy leaves #and when i say giant i mean 1.5ft across #in the final show literally half of the scene changes were just moving huge potted ferns around sldkfsdljf #oh and one of the costume designers tried to throw me under the bus at a production meeting by saying i didnt give them the colour palette #when i literally hand made booklets of paint chips and fabric swatches for BOTH of them #it was a right fucking mess #i was also designing another (smaller thank god) show at the time that literally opened on the same day #so if you ever wanted to know what theatre school is like: it's like that!#plus like at least ten more ethics violations. that school was a fucking mess #text #answers #non kpop questions

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exculis · 2 years

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Feels nice to hand knit again, especially with such chunky yarn. I love working with chunky yarns

#I was working on another hand knit swatch the other day but that one had much thinner yarn and didnt feel as good to knit

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lightnersdream · 1 year

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i wonder what will make my change my url next

#its been about a year since i changed it.. crazy #dib noise #i dont have any other good swatch-based urls on hand

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cantankerouscatfish · 2 years

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sent an email to a fabric company bc I’m a dweeb who can’t squish my hand through the screen to petpet the cloths.

and of course I didn’t think to do this until it’s the weekend.

#SORRY FOR BEING A CUSTOMER...#I've ordered from them before. it's a decent fabric company. I am just. unable to tell the weights of fabrics #without slapping my idiot hands all over them #so hopefully they can help so I don't have to order a thing of swatches and THEN order cloth lmao #but if that ends up being the plan then okey dokles #*has three other sewing projects and no energy to complete them* okay but what if--

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planete777 · 4 months

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ONE TOO MANY・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. when one more orgasm is one too many (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, p in v sex, high hotness (although not as pertinent, could really be read as sober sex tbh), unintentional overstimulation, a bit of crying, lando is a sweetheart

NOTE. pretty short, would probably be more of a drabble. nothing much to say other than this is not my best work but enjoy! credits to @benkeibear for the dividers.

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc for lando 🤍

‧₊˚✩彡 taglist @laciijane @ferrarrigirl @norrizzandpia (use askbox above if you'd like to be added!)

y/n feels lando everywhere, in places where she cannot ever fathom the tingles of pleasure reaching, and it succumbs her mind to a state of tattered mesh. the margin between euphoria and pain chips away in grand chunks, red swiftly dissolving in green and all ability to think dwindles.

usually, she's one to favour a bit of overstimulation, hence why lando currently slams his hips into hers, cock jabbing her cervix incessantly just succeeding 2 consecutive orgasms. yet, partnered with the fact that she's high out of her mind (leading to heavily amplified sensations) and how she already had her own fun before lando came home (and, by proxy, got high and excessively horny) meant that her body was on the verge of crying out in it all just exceeding the usual threshold.

she can feel her body shaking, head nudging the headboard with every thrust lando bestows, and it's like she's bouncing on hot lava: seconds of pure relief, startled by white heat.

there's barely any transition between the build up and her orgasm, the wave of aching pleasure crashing upon her in the blink of an eye, and her back arches completely off the bed.

"fuck fuck fuckkk-"

"yeah, that's it, baby," lando groans as he continues to snap his hips into her ass, "you're doing so well for me."

he's not stopping, and y/n can't blame him because it's quintessential that they go for longer. then lando's pace quickens and his dick seems to fly in and out of her that she can't answer what he asks.

"you can give me another, can't you?"

she wants to shake her head, but she's completely unmoving. her moans turn into silent, drunken puffs, eyes fused tightly shut as she digs her nails into the flesh of lando's muscular back. paradoxically, everything feels like nothing at all, and simultaneously, too much and her mouth flies open desperately in sobs and words as hands push into lando's sides to get him off.

"red! fuck— red, lando!"

it's with neck snapping velocity that he sheaths out of her, broken out of his high daze so rapidly that he feels disoriented. their safeword has never been used before, and now that it has, he feels like crying.

"shit, baby, i'm sorry," he presses kisses into her chest and face, concern multiplying when her sobs don't stop, "are you okay? what's wrong?"

"just too much today, sorry," she shifts to straighten out her leg but it jostles her throbbing cunt, making her wince. lando's frown deepens; it's not usually this painful for her.

"nothing to be sorry for, love," another peck is stuck on her lips, "let me get you a towel."

her throat clogs up, too enervated and satiated to reply, so she hums affirmatively instead. the bed dips and, with hooded eyes, she watches as he makes his way to the en suite, hears a few seconds of shuffling before the creak of tap and gushing water.

lando resurfaces seconds later, gently opening her legs before wiping her down. every touch heightens tenfold, and she pushes his hands away after a couple of swatches.

lando's eyebrows stay furrowed, "y/n, you should've stopped me earlier-"

"it's fine, lan'," she stretches an arm to pull him in, "just wanna cuddle now."

he follows, tucking her body into his front as he kissed the side of her neck.

"i'll run you a bath after," lando weaves his fingers through hers, "sound good?"

finally, in a state of bliss, y/n softly smiles, pulling their braided hands up to land a peck onto lando's skin.

"yeah, love, sounds perfect."

#‧₊˚✩彡 planete.thinks: high!lando #lando norris fic #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris x y/n #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one x reader #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 smut #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1

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nanamistiee · 4 months

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megumi is a soft & gentle lover, change my mind. // headcanons

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ megumi fushiguro as your boyfriend head canons ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

✧ megumi's love languages are definitely touch and acts of service. he's not exactly the grabby/public PDA type, but he almost exclusively has some sort of contact with you at all times. his hand gently hovering over the small of your back. his knee touching yours when you two are sitting next to each other. his pinky looped around yours when you two are walking. all of his touches are subtle but so meaningful.

✧ god forbid you're leaning near a counter or a sharp edge; you have a pair of watchful eyes hovering over you, and, unbeknownst to you, a hand quickly rushes to cover the corner so that you can't bump it and accidentally hurt yourself. he's protective and always keeps an eye on you as best he can. if you two are out shopping in the busy streets of tokyo, he's wrapping an arm around your shoulders and neck and pulling you closer to him. megumi is the type of boyfriend to always make sure you're walking on the 'inside' of the street, even if anyone else thinks its corny. your safety matters to him more than anything

✧ some of megumi's flirting is definitely being a bit mean. he would never purposely hurt your feelings, but, some days he's definitely calling you a dummy with a bright red flush on his face.

✧ he's a lot more confident in text. this is where you get most of the my beautiful girl and you're the prettiest girl i've ever laid my eyes on. megumi is the absolute sappiest texter. this does not mean he won't say any of this stuff out loud, though. late at night, he's burrying his head in the crook of your neck and telling you he doesn't deserve you; you're perfect and you're all and more he could've ever asked for. it's a lot easier for him to show his affections, but the rare moments he's able to voice it, he goes above and beyond to let you know how much he loves you.

✧ megumi is just a bit posessive. to yuji and nobara, you're almost exclusively 'my girl'. they love teasing him about it, but he's totally unashamed.

✧ as a matter of fact, there's nothing embarrassing to him when it comes to you. you want him to hold your purse? absolutely, he'll throw it over his shoulder and rock it as you two are walking around tokyo. you want to go into the makeup store? he's already inside and picking out a lipstick he thinks would look pretty on you. you want to swatch all kinds of makeup in said store? hell, his sleeves are already rolled up and he's anticipating being your human guinea pig.

✧ megumi is a big fan of planning dates. he prefers relaxed or quiet spots, but he always tries to pick meaningful places to go on dates. like the park for a picnic, strolling through an art museum -- hell, he's definitely even a 'let's watch the stars' kind of guy. he's not just taking you somewhere he wants to go. god forbid you mention wanting to try a new restaurant or go visit a new place; he's already googling it and formulating a plan in his mind of when he can bring you there.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ thanks for reading owo my ask box is always open !! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen imagines #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #megumi fluff

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kouukie · 8 months

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Sink Clutter Set Includes 23 Objects

Loved this set by @aroundthesims and it was a huge inspiration for this set! I'm extra and wanted a bunch of options for the dish rack including pots, pans, bowls and utensils. Made some other goodies too! This set took me what feels like my whole life but I had a lot of fun making it and I hope you guys love it!

General Information:

Custom Thumbnails

Base Game Compatible

Used Mothz Pattern Pack for Hanging Towel

Search 'Kouukie - Sink Clutter' in build/buy search bar to easily locate

Object Information:

Sink Tray: Polycount - 366 - §30 - 26 Swatches

Brush: Polycount - 270 - §10 - 24 Swatches

Sink Tray Brush: Polycount - 582 - §10 - 24 Swatches

Hand Sanitizer: Polycount - 182 - §6 - 7 Swatches

Sponge: Polycount - 402 - §3 - 5 Swatches

Dish Gloves: Polycount - 1634 - §15 - 20 Swatches

Scrub Mommy: Polycount - 206 - §5 - 4 Swatches

Hand Soap: Polycount - 406 - §7 - 8 Swatches

Dish Rack: - Polycount 1274 - §40 - 26 Swatches

Dish Rack Plate: - Polycount 8 - §124 - 14 Swatches

Dish Rack Bowl: - Polycount 134 - §10 - 14 Swatches

Dish Rack Pot V1: - Polycount 212 - §40 - 18 Swatches

Dish Rack Pot V2: - Polycount 212 - §40 - 18 Swatches

Dish Rack Pan V1: - Polycount 158 - §40 - 18 Swatches

Dish Rack Pan V2: - Polycount 158 - §40 - 18 Swatches

Dish Rack Cup V1: - Polycount 98 - §8 - 1 Swatch

Dish Rack Cup V2: - Polycount 98 - §8 - 1 Swatch

Dish Rack Cup V3: - Polycount 257 - §8 - 1 Swatch

Dish Rack Utensils V1: - Polycount 432 - §8 - 1 Swatch

Dish Rack Utensils V2: - Polycount 482 - §8 - 1 Swatch

Dish Soap: - Polycount 622 - §10 - 1 Swatch

Sponge Plate: - Polycount 218 - §10 - 14 Swatches

Hanging Towel: - Polycount 166 - §10 - 49 Swatches

DOWNLOAD: SFS | SIMS-CLOUD

Follow my TOU for recolors or any other inquires involving my content.

If there’s any issues you’re encountering message me! Check original post for updates & fixes.

You can find my other downloads here #S4CC Tag me if you use my CC! I follow the tag #Kouukie

⭐ CC in pictures [ Sink | Tawashi | Counter ] ⭐

UPDATES & FIXES

Specular maps are now fixed and items will look as intended in the picture. I forgot I had this mod in my game which removes the cube maps from items. Please redownload.

#s4cc #ts4cc #sims 4 cc #the sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #dls #sims 4 objects #sims 4 cc set #sims 4 set #sims 4 clutter #ts4 clutter #ts4 decor

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kaisosims · 1 year

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The Sims 4 Rodents CC Pack

Add four new decorative small pets to your game with 5+ hand-painted fur variations each and 4 new respective pet enclosures, along with other rodent themed items for your pet-loving Sims to decorate with.

- Base Game Compatible

- Custom tuned enclosures allow for naming your pet.

- 6+ enclosure swatches give plenty of customization for your Sims to choose from when placing enclosures in their spaces.

- 5+ hand-painted fur variations per animal allow plenty of choice when deciding to “adopt” a pet from the buy catalog.

- Pets are placed into enclosures via slots, except for the Guinea Pig Enclosure, which is placed with bb.moveobjects on.

Recommended Enclosure Use:

Play with these items as you wish, but my intention was to provide as accurate of a CC Pack as I can for realism and storytelling purposes.

Hamster Cage – Perfect for 1 hamster with deep substrate to encourage natural burrowing behavior for optimal enrichment. Place on HMSTR table for optimal fit and swatch combinations.

Large Rodent Cage – Provides space for 2 ferrets or 4 rats. Place on a Cage Stand or on a stable table surface. Ferrets are largely free roam animals but should have an enclosure for when they are unsupervised or sleeping.

Small Rodent Cage – Suitable for 2 rats.

Guinea Pig Enclosure – Place any pet objects you would like within your guinea pig’s enclosure with bb.moveobjects on, such as a litter box, food bowl, or Rodent Play Tube. Place the Guinea Pig Enclosure Upper Tier in the provided slot to give your little friends more room to play.

Search Rodents or Kaiso to find the items from this CC pack.

20 Items total:

Cute Critters Print | 4 swatches

Cage Stand | 2 swatches

Cleaning Supplies | 7 swatches

Ferret | 5 swatches

Rodent Food | 5 swatches

Guinea Pig | 5 swatches

Guinea Pig Enclosure | 6 swatches

Guinea Pig Enclosure Upper Tier | 6 swatches

Hamster | 6 swatches

Hamster Cage | 6 swatches

Hamster Lampster | 4 swatches

HMSTR Table | 9 swatches

Rat | 7 swatches

Large Rodent Cage | 6 swatches

Small Rodent Cage | 6 swatches

Substrate Bags | 3 swatches

Once-In-A-While Treats | 4 swatches

Rodent Play Tube | 6 swatches

Wooden Friends | 5 swatches

Zoom-Zoom Pet Toy | 3 swatches

All items have all LODs and are as low poly as possible. (Largest item is the Guinea Pig Enclosure at 2.1k polys).

DOWNLOAD (FREE) on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sims-4-rodents-76397251

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adelarsims · 3 months

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Oh Shit, Where'd The Other One Go? - a glove for just one hand

yet another wolfgangcore piece of cc that specifically caters to myself.

because sometimes you have to wear only one glove, you know? maybe your dog stole the other one. or your little brother hid it as a revenge for you eating the last of his cheerios. or your arm is broken and you're wearing a cast. or maybe in your heart you still live in 2000s and it's a conscious fashion choice. anyway

DOWNLOAD: SFS

child to elder and both frames, disallowed for random, both hands swatches also added because it's not maxis color and you might want both of them

upd: added requested hannah montana glove

#adelarsims cc #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4 cc #ts4 maxis match #maxis match #ts4cc #ts4cc accessories #ts4 accessories #sims 4 accessories

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softlyspector · 8 months

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clouds

Summary: Joel comes home to find you telling your daughter a bedtime story.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word count: ~1.6k

Warnings: Joel and the reader have a daughter together, certified girl dad Joel Miller, allusions to events in tlou part 2, Joel is a sad old guy, Joel and Ellie are not on good terms, completely unedited

A/N: Hello. I saw a compilation of all the times Joel called Ellie kiddo and this is what spilled forth from that emotional turmoil. Also, it was a nice lil challenge to write something short. I would love to hear your thoughts💕

Joel is still kicking off his boots by the front door when he hears giggling.

The sound is like a shot of poison, like new love and cotton candy dreams, all in one. It’s something that never fails to take him back some twenty odd years.

Yellow lamplight, purple and pink sheets, soccer trophies, pictures stuck to the walls. Texas heat and the muted hum of overhead fans. Laughter and storybooks.

He shakes the memory of that time, of that little girl away. Snow is splattered in little puddles around the front door’s mat now, and Joel isn’t sure how long he’s been standing there, lost in another time.

Joel hangs up his coat and listens for it again, the tinkling bells of it. The little laughs that fill him with worrisome dread and the buoyancy of ten thousand balloons, with inadequacy and the roundness of champagne bubbles.

Even though he’s hungry, even though he wants nothing more than to lie down on the couch and rest for just a goddamn second, he goes slowly up the stairs, avoiding all the little places he knows creak and crack.

The landing and the hall are bled through with the glow of golden light. It streams in from the bathroom, where you must have forgotten to turn off the light, and one of the bedrooms. The smell of lavender soap leaches out into the hall, fragrant and thick but not cloying. It smells like sleep and safety, like his family, like babies.

“Did you know that the clouds used to be ruled by monsters?” Your voice slips out into the hall from the other door, a pocket of light cracking the floorboards open.

Joel steps carefully closer, until he can see you and a tiny girl that looks everything like you, and nothing like him.

“Monsters? Really?” The girl you’re tucking into bed raises a skeptical brow at you. He hears, but doesn’t see, Ellie snort from somewhere within, the gentle creak of the rocking chair she must be sitting in following.

It stops his heart for a moment, freezes his body where he stands.

Ellie hasn’t been inside this house since…

When he…

He knows she’s been there. Because she still cares about you, about that girl that’s half his, that she thinks of as a sister, that is her sister. And he’s glad she has the two of you, even if he’ll never have her again.

Ellie is never there when he’s there, never.

Not anymore.

You cock your head to the side, the movement birdlike. “Oh, neither of you believe me, huh? It’s true.” You tug the comforter higher around your daughter’s shoulders before brushing your fingers along her temple. “A long time ago they lived there. It’s why the sky turns stormy sometimes.”

“Why? If they used to live there?”

“Good catch,” you nod knowingly, curling your fingers around hers when she reaches for your hand.

“And it still storms,” Ellie points out. Joel knows she’s rolling her eyes.

You hum, brushing slow fingers against your daughter’s forehead with your free hand. “Well, aren’t you two my smart girls?”

Ellie scoffs again, while another giggle from his baby reshapes his heart, floats long on the air, bubbly and bright.

He pushes open the door before you can continue, forgetting for a moment, that things aren’t like before. “Ain’t you a little old to be arguin’ about bedtime stories?”

The smile on Ellie’s face drops away when he steps into the room, and he tries not to let that bed down in his soul. Her expression goes steely and closed off.

The room, decked out in warm swatches of green and yellow, goes a little tense. There’s a little stuffed giraffe from Ellie at the foot of her bed, but everything else is covered in whatever you and he can find with bats on it.

He hadn’t expected this phase, but you find it funny. Spooky, you said of it, and cute.

“Daddy,” Evie’s voice, squeaky and tinny. She reaches for him, chubby little fingers clenching and releasing.

“Hi, baby,” he coos, reaches down so she can touch his hand.

He’s too old to have a kid this little, one that can wrap her hand around his finger in lieu of his whole hand, who’s tiny hand was a little starfish against his palm.

Still, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

You stand from where you were perched on the edge of the little bed Joel built with his own hands. You lean down and tuck the blanket higher around her shoulders for a second time. A kiss is planted against her forehead. “Goodnight, baby.”

“‘Night, mama.”

“I’m gonna let daddy say goodnight now, okay? He never gets to put you to bed.”

“Okay.”

“Ask him to tell you a story,” you whisper, secretive about it. “He knows a lot of good ones.”

She giggles again. “Okay.”

You pull back and straighten. The glowing eyes of your child follow the movement, then shift to him, big and full of life and all you.

Ellie stands, clearly intending to follow you, her eyes focused on the ceiling, then the floor. She fidgets with two fingers and resolutely does not look at Joel.

You lean into his side as you pass, your chest pressed against his arm when you kiss his cheek, before you make to leave. “Hold on now,” he hooks a hand in the crook of your elbow and keeps you close, acutely aware of how long it's been since all four of you have been in a room together. “Ain’t you gonna tell us why monsters ruled the clouds?”

You smile softly at him, indulging him. “Well, don’t you know they were as afraid of us as we were of them?”

“No, I didn’t,” he admits like this is something he’s heard of or thought on before, loosening his hold on your arm. You turn and Ellie glances up, meets your eyes but not his. She looks uncomfortable, like diving out the window might be preferable to standing in the same room as him.

“They were,” you concede. “They were scared of us. And then it turned out that neither were as scary as the other thought. And the storms are just little reminders, of all the things that wouldn’t have been possible, had they stayed in the clouds forever.”

Joel’s stomach goes sour, but Eva says, “Where are they now, mama?”

“Right here with us,” you smile. “Because we were the same all along.”

You lean in and kiss Joel’s cheek.

Then you’re gone, and the door is shut before either he or Ellie can move.

She’s still fidgeting, rolling her knuckles against her opposite hand, the skin pinching white.

“So stupid,” she mutters. “Stupid story.”

Joel just watches her for a minute before he fills in the place you’d vacated next to his daughter. Tiny fingers seek out his. She’s the littlest thing in the world, that he’s sure of.

“Wasn’t too bad.” He glances up from Eva to Ellie. “You doin’ all right, kiddo?”

Her face goes blank and then righteous with anger, hot and burning bright. But her eyes shift to the little girl looking so innocently up at both of them, wide eyes siding between them.

Some of that fury recedes, just a little. “I should go,” she says roughly instead.

It sinks part of his heart, sends it out to drift on an icy sea. But he just nods. “Okay,” he agrees softly. “We’ll see y’around.”

She opens her mouth, like she wants to say something else. But she looks at Eva again, and doesn’t. “Yeah. Maybe.”

It’s a lie, one she’ll keep if she can help it, and they both know it. “Okay. Be safe.”

She doesn’t answer, but says goodbye to Eva in a gentle voice and then leaves.

Joel’s chest hurts. Sometimes he can’t tell if it’s the old anxiety, vestiges of a previous life, a heart attack, or his heart breaking all over again. Maybe it’s some combination of all three.

“Daddy?”

“Hi, baby girl,” he murmurs again. “Did you have a nice day?”

She nods, intelligent eyes clocking him, filing the look on his face away for later examination and rumination. She gets that from you, how smart and perceptive she is. “Mama said you should tell me a story,” she reminds him.

Joel considers his limited catalog of child appropriate stories. He used to read to Sarah, brightly colored little books for kids about princesses and dogs that could talk.

But Eva isn’t Sarah.

The soft pads of her little fingers dig into his wrist. He leans down and presses a kiss to her hair. She still smells like a baby sometimes, sweet like milk, like bread. Now is one of those times, combined with the calming floral scent of the lavender soap you must have bathed her with.

“Okay,” he says when he pulls back. She liked stories about animals, about monsters, about bats and wolves. She’d probably requested one right before he got home. “I know one. You wanna hear a story about another monster?”

Bright little eyes go sparkly with excitement.

She nods, wiggles closer to his hip, half her face disappearing beneath the blanket so her eyes are all he can see.

“Okay,” he agrees, soft about it. “Once there was a mean old monster. He didn’t care about no one or nothin’. And then he met a little girl.”

💞 Thank you for reading! Comments and feedback are so appreciated. 💞

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

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tojisun · 2 months

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/Czd-M5BygEs/?igsh=MXJtM294dGZkYTRrMA==

sigh... bimbo!reader and simon <3

NO OMG THAT IS FOR REAL BIMBO!READER AND SIMON !!!

god thinkin about the way simon just watches her with that little crinkle in his eyes when he smiles as she swatches his hand with multiple products!!

"i'm sorry, simmy," you whisper when you're all done, walking towards him with wet wipes.

he blinks at you, confused at the sudden shift in your mood, before moving the baggie to his other hand when you asked him to give you the one caked with makeup products so that you can clean it up.

"sorry for what, sweets?"

you shrug, not meeting his eyes. "i dunno. s'probably annoying that i keep using you this way."

"oh, lovie," he whispers, squeezing your hand once you were done swiping all the product away before leaning down to push your hair away from your face. your nose scrunches at the drag, your eyes finally meeting his.

"y'know i'd do anything with you. 'sides, this was fun."

"really?"

simon almost coos at the shy question.

"yeah," he promises, huffing a fond laugh. "now c'mon. i remember you sayin' y've got one more stop before we head home." simon holds out his hand for you to take.

"yeah!" you cheer, giggling as you tangle your fingers with his. "remember that lacy baby-girl lingerie from the valentines collection?"

how could i not? simon almost blurts out, feeling his cheeks heat up as his mind conjures up the lovely image of you in that lingerie — the soft pudge of your thighs, the swell of your ass, the weight of your tits —

jesus.

simon looks at you, mouth agape as his reply flies from his mind, but you're looking at him with that adorable tilt in your head, waiting for his response, so simon swallows down his yawning desire and croaks out, "ye-ah."

god, it's going to be a torturous ride home.

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