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[mirrored-muse]

ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ | ᴊ.ᴍ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 910

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Joel gets clingy in the kitchen while you’re making breakfast, and Sarah walks in just in time to be grossed out.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Joel Miller x reader

ᴀ/ɴ: no apocalypse au and break from the usual stuff, cause i’m getting burnt out on writing for YJ. 😔

The sun has barely made it past the horizon, peachy-pink light slipping through the cracks in the blinds and painting stripes across the tiled floor of the kitchen. The house is quiet, miraculously so, and you’re standing barefoot in front of the stove, flipping pancakes with one hand and nursing a cup of coffee in the other.

You’ve always liked the mornings. When the world’s still quiet and nobody needs anything from you yet. The house smells like coffee and butter and the faint trace of the laundry detergent Joel likes, the cheap stuff, fresh as mountain air or something corny like that. The pan sizzles as you pour the next circle of batter.

You don’t hear him at first, he’s too quiet for a man his size, but you feel it. The warm shape of him sneaking up behind you, arms sliding around your waist like nothing new. His chest presses into your back, solid and familiar.

“Mornin’ baby,” Joel mutters, voice still thick with sleep. “smells good in here.”

You smile without turning around, leaning into him just enough to feel how he exhales, slow and content. “Good morning to you too.”

“Was good ‘til I woke up alone,” he says, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand before tucking his chin over your shoulder. “Didn’t even leave a note.”

“You were snoring when I left,” you say, nudging him gently. “I figured waking you up would’ve been dangerous.”

Joel snorts. “I don’t snore.”

“You do. Loudly.”

“Mm..” His hands slide a little lower on your hips. “Can’t prove it.”

“I should start recording you.”

He huffs a laugh against your neck.

You set the spatula down and glance at him over your shoulder. “I love you. Even when you sound like a lawnmower in your sleep.”

That earns you one of his dry, lopsided smiles, the kind that pulls more on one side and softens the edges of him. He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then behind your ear, unhurried.

You roll your eyes. “Joel. I’m trying to cook.”

“Yeah? Feels like you’re tryin’ to kill me,” he says, voice low. “Standin’ here wearin’ my shirt, smellin’ like coffee and sugar and whatever it is you put in those pancakes that makes em’ taste so good. It’s cruel.”

You glance down. It is one of his shirts, soft with age, oversized, and hanging low on your pajama-covered thighs. You stole it a long time ago and never gave it back.

“Pretty sure it’s just flour and butter.”

“Yeah, well,” he mutters, kissing your neck again, “I’d do anything to keep you right here.”

You’re about to make a sarcastic comment, something snarky, maybe flirtier than it needs to be, but then—

“Seriously?” Sarah’s voice cuts through the moment like a knife. “Do y’all have to be gross before 8 a.m.?”

Joel doesn’t even flinch. Doesn’t let go, either.

“Mornin’ to you too, sunshine,” he drawls, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

Sarah stares him down from the doorway, hoodie swallowing her frame, hair a frizzy mess. “You’re disgusting.”

Joel raises his brows like it’s the greatest compliment he’s ever received. “Good. Means I’m doin’ my job.”

You stifle a laugh and slide a pancake onto a plate. “Pancakes?”

She trudges over like she’s doing you a favor. “You encourage him,” she mutters to you, grabbing a fork.

“I heard that,” Joel says, finally letting go of you as he makes his way to the coffee pot. “And I’m hurt. Deeply.”

“Yeah? You’ll live.” Sarah says, slumping into a chair.

You hand her the plate and slide into your seat, watching as Joel pours himself coffee with all the grace of a man who’s half-awake and irritated that he’s not still in bed.

Sarah’s gaze flicks to him and then back to you.

“Did you sleep okay?” you ask her.

“Would’ve been better if I didn’t hear Dad talking in his sleep through the wall.”

“I don’t talk in my sleep,” Joel says flatly, sitting beside you with a groan as he lowers himself into the chair.

Sarah doesn’t even look up. “You said ‘cordless impact driver’ four times. Real intense, too.”

Joel just shrugs, takes a sip of coffee and you snort, almost choking on your drink.

He shoots you a sideways glance and casually drops one hand to your thigh under the table, thumb brushing lazy circles over your skin. Always touching you, even if it’s just that.

The kitchen settles into that kind of soft, sleepy quiet, just forks on plates, the low hum of the fridge, and the comfort of shared space. You love mornings like this. Safe. Familiar.

Joel reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, giving you his full attention.“You doin’ okay today?”

You nod, leaning into the touch. “Yeah. You?”

He grunts. “Better now.”

Sarah makes a dramatic gagging noise. You nudge her under the table with your foot.

“What?” Joel says, unfazed. “I can’t be sweet?”

“Not before breakfast,” Sarah mutters, but she’s smirking into her glass of juice.

Joel leans over and kisses your cheek. “Look away then. This is grown folks’ business.”

Sarah rolls her eyes so hard you can hear it. “Disgusting.”

You smile and curl your fingers around his on your leg. Joel gives you a look, half fond, half long-suffering. You lean in, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. “Just wait til she brings someone home.”

[mrmiserymushroom]

hi i have like. screenshot evidence and a link to an entire google doc of viv and one of the hazbin storyboard artists just being rancid people so if u want them hmu

it’s mostly abt viv’s blatant transphobia but i have other shit too

thanks for coming up to me with that!! it’s nice of your part and sorry lol forgot to respond to these, but i personally would prefer not to get into that too much and don’t really care about exactly what she did or not. she messed up so much already and i always try to avoid giving her clout or credit.

Helluva Boss is still really dear to me and one of my comfort shows. it helped me immensely when i was going through a really hard time in my life. It’s sad that the show’s creator is always envolved with some shit.

anyways, thx anon for suggesting it!!

[glitcheymistake]

Dreamswap Lab Au part 4

It is time for Ani!

Creators of the Au: GlitcheyMistake, jamaar2020 and puppyxbunny

Ani's Backstory: Ani was revived by someone unknown, and they had their kindness soul back and after finding out what Dream did she didnt want to be with him anymore, and they saw what Dream did not Nightmare, and they took Nightmare after Dream left and healed him, and after he woke up and told Ani his plan they wanted to help stop Dream (age 20 Ani's height: 5'3)

jamaar2020 on Roblox and puppyxbunny on Roblox too!

Dreamswap by onebizarrekai

the other backstory for them was extremely shorter than this one and didnt really fit, so I changed it.

[aroaceweirdos101]

Keep mixing up my main blog with my ask blog.

Next thing I know im gonna reblog a theory post about whether or not each drone, with a blood thristy program, has a personal eldrict form based on real life creatures on a slice of life minecraft ask blog.

[ratpgpng]

i been having some oc brainrot so here drawings :3

one is a robot and the other is a man .

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i literally do not care about big emergencies on abc's 911. i want to see my characters talk to each other and have stories that are parallels to small, everyday (everyday for first responders) emergencies

[s4tj]

[space-dinosaurs]

more disco elysium drawingss!!

[legbird]

goat lady from severance i love u

[flufallo]

[yentiko]

I come back with this stupid fucking joke My prediction for what episode 77 might be (not really lmfao)

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[mellohiizz]

fixated very hard on these, so im taking a break before my brain gets fried and i lose interest again, but meet some of my ocs from my fantasy/dnd inspired story ^_^ !

the full plot is still in progress, but those are some of the minor characters from it i had a clear picture of in my head <3 they didn't come out exactly how i imagined, but i still love them

[wanderer-over-yonderer]

First post of this account! Here's a little doodle dump of the coolest silly guy ever in the whole universe

[aliced0llz]

I drew a couple of screenshots of Ricket (plus Shrike) from Monkey Wrench because I can't get him out of my head

The screenshots I used for the pallets and how to draw Ricket: ↓

Also you gotta watch Monkey Wrench it's so cool!!!1!1!11!! (If you haven't)

[pessimisticbreadslice]

You know who I haven't drawn for a while 🗣⁉️