#; m. bluth

[asphaltsugar]

michael bluth x reader

extras: suggestive but more so in reader’s thoughts than any actions; pet names ‘sweetheart’ & ‘doll’; no pronouns or use of y/n; just something short bc he’s been plaguing my mind since i started watching arrested development a few days ago

becoming an assistant to kitty consisted of simple—boring, but you wouldn’t admit that—busy work: organizing papers from the copy room, taking calls when she (frequently) left, buying ink or staples whenever there was word of the absence of either, discreetly eyeing the head of the company whenever he passed with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to the bones of his elbows; why else would his office be behind the secretary’s desk?

she told you michael asked one morning if you could bring the copies to his office directly, rather than handing them off to her to do so; she grumbled something about him not trusting her—whether it was a quote or simply her irritability bleeding into her request, you didn’t pry—with an eye roll and an annoyed tapping of her pen to the desk. you could tell she really did not care—it was less work for her to do, more time to catch the phone if his father called.

you did as you were asked. you made the turn into his office rather than the straight path to kitty’s desk, knocking on the already-open door as a greeting along with a brief ‘good morning’ (even though he had echoed the same words when the two of you crossed paths earlier).

his head raised from whatever he was writing in a haste, flipping a page as he sent you a smile.

“you can just leave them right there...” he drawled with a slight raise to his eyebrows, eyeing your respective movement to the corner of his desk. “that’s perfect. thank you, sweetheart.” it was quick, thrown out of his lips with a charming crease underneath his eyes.

you nodded, reminding him with a routine phrase to let you know if he needed anything else. you hoped he didn’t exactly catch the brief glance to his hands atop his desk, baby blue sleeves, of course, rolled to his elbows.

delivering papers to the head of the company, whom they were intended for in the first place, was not unusual, not difficult.

michael was definitely making it so.

no matter if he was bickering with someone on the other line, scoffing at a file and marking another, only meeting eyes with a narrowing of his own if his head was still angled to the work atop his desk, whenever you came in with a new number of papers in hand, he made sure to offer you a smile, fiddle with the folded edges of his shirt around his arms. if there wasn’t anyone in the room or another voice registering through the phone, he would ask how your day was going with a low cadence to his voice, nodding regardless of what you said.

the days were much the same. you handed him copies and files; he muttered ‘thanks, doll’ in a lower octave, a tilt of his head. his actions were becoming less a friendly demeanor and more of an ease into whatever made a heat crawl to the skin of your neck, the shells of your ears, your eyes to wander to the slope of his nose or the way he shifted to spread his legs at his desk chair.

kitty, to no one’s surprise, left early one shift, leaving you to do more work than you knew she even had that day. the office was quiet into the later hours, save for the one sitting in the room behind you muttering under his breath.

you ended the last few minutes in the copy room, already tracking the path to michael’s desk, the elevator, your apartment. the fluorescent lights were a sore that sunk into the blacks of your pupils, and you might as well have kept track of the number they subconsciously flitted to the open door of his office.

but, he wasn’t at his desk. you rifled through the pages to check that you copied the right ones and he stood in the doorway of the copy room after having been looking for you, and you hadn’t noticed him until you were nearly chest to chest.

your apologies blended into one another, his hand already reaching out in belief the papers were to slip out of yours.

before you could ask, the dusty blues of his eyes broke contact to glance at your hands.

“i got ‘em, you can head on home.” his speech was tired, slow, punctuated with a small breath and his hand brushing against your own, gesturing with a wink to the door.

perhaps it was the sleep that strung itself in your figure, or maybe it was a simple itch that needed to be scratched, but you placed a kiss to his cheek as a thank you, not glancing back as you made your way to grab your stuff.

“have a nice night, michael.”

he could call if he needed anything—the almost displeased rasp in the brief apology that met your ear through the phone a few hours later proved your point.

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[michaelbluthsdeadwife]

Need some subby Michael bc I just know that man whimpers

Sub!michael bluth x fem!reader head cannons

I LOVE. This request. I’ve decided to make this a head cannon post but I do have a micheal smut in the works so stay tuned!

Obviously smut and nsfw warning, pre established relationship, fem!reader, riding, oral m!receiving, praise kink

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I think Michael is truly such a softy. Like of course he can be rough if he’s angry with his family or if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, but he’s sooooo subby.

When he’s had a bad day, his favorite thing is to let you ride him. He becomes a big baby, he loves when you take care of him. He just holds you and softly moans your name and small praises

“Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that.”

He’s very sweet. Like just the biggest sweetheart. He’s the type of guy to talk a big game while you’re out at dinner but when you get home he’s the one begging.

“Please, (y/n)? I need you.”

He’s definitely a switch, he grew up with that toxic masculinity so of course he likes to prove he can take control, but after awhile of being together he shows his true submissive colors.

Praise kink? Definitely. He loves any praise from you, in and out of the bedroom. Wether it’s letting him know he did a good job regarding something at the Bluth company, or telling him how adorable he looks under you. He loves a good compliment.

“You’re so pretty, Michael.”

This man falls apart at the feeling of your touch. He is such a whimperer. In the beginning of your relationship he definitely got embarrassed and tried to suppress it, but it didn’t take long for him to get comfortable and let go completely.

He loves being with someone who allows him to be himself in this way.

Of course, Michael is so caring and attentive. He cares so much about the needs of everyone he loves, including you. Especially you. When you ride him or suck him off he always makes sure you’re comfortable and he always tells you how great you’re doing.

“Yes, perfect. Just like that, baby.”

He also loves to gently grasp your hair or your hips. Just to help you out.

While he is rather submissive during sex, afterwards he always makes sure he’s the one taking care of you. He’s a big cuddle guy, he also makes sure you’re clean and that you’ve gone to the bathroom after. Its his way of paying you back.

Michael MELTS when you kiss him. He loves the more intimate/romantic type of love making as apposed to rough or mean.

He’s also not the biggest fan of quickies as he loves to take his time and set the mood perfectly

“Let’s wait until we get home, sweetheart, okay?”

but sometimes when you visit his office on his lunch break during a particularly bad day, you can tell he’s stressed and you straddle his waist immediately, the second you start grinding against him he’ll give in (as if he wasn’t praying it would happen)

“Fuck… Just make sure the doors locked…”

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(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) michael cera masterlist

last updated: 29th september, 2023 newest: on-set, off-set (m. cera x actor!fem!reader!)

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

scott pilgrim(scott pilgrim vs. the world) - none yet. allan(barbie) - none yet. evan(superbad) - none yet. george michael bluth(arrested development) - none yet. michael cera(this is the end) - none yet. paulie bleeker(juno) - none yet. michael cera on-set, off-set genre: michael cera x actor!fem!reader, fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED synopsis: a small look at michael and y/n on working together for the barbie movie.

[gettothedancing]

Ned Flanders (The Simpsons): 91%

Princess Darya 'Dolly' Oblonskaya (Anna Karenina): 91%

Jared Dunn (Silicon Valley): 90%

Leslie Higgins (Ted Lasso): 90%

George Michael Bluth (Arrested Development): 89%

Walter 'Radar' O'Reilly (M*A*S*H): 89%

Aimee Finecky (The Spectacular Now): 89%

Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby): 88%

Evan (Superbad): 88%

Beth March (Little Women): 88%

this quiz sorts through characters from like dozens of fandoms and finds the one you’re most like. I’m not even a little bit surprised by my result

[teagballs]

nsfw alphabet with gob bluth

authors note: it's been so long since ive written omg so sorry. I've a few fanfics in the works, they'll be out soon i swear. just a quick nsfw alphabet for now tho.

cw: smut, mentions of one night stands, mention of kinks, tried to be gender neutral but if i messed up lmk!! nsfw below the cut:

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• gob is pretty lazy when it comes to aftercare. he'll still try though, grabbing a towel and cleaning both of you before dozing off.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

on his partner:

•if you have them; tits. big or small he doesn't mind. he's all over them when fucking, constantly grabbing, maybe sucking a little.

•otherwise i see him loving your ass. even while out of the bedroom he's looking at your ass, maybe a light smack just to be a dick.

on himself:

•his cock, duh. likes the pleasure it brings him, also he's pretty proud of its size.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

•love to see you with a mouth full of his cum after you finish sucking him off. makes him feel proud and accomplished.

•loves to finish inside if he can. he'll beg to let him fill you up.

•will cum on your tits or your ass if you won't let him though.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•secretly would LOVE to sub he wants you to take control so bad. but he worries it'll make you think less of him, like he's pathetic.

•but the idea gets him so hard.

•when he gets comfortable enough in the relationship he might bring it up.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

•very very experienced.

•man whore!!!!!!!!!!

•gob has had alot of sex, he knows what he's doing.

•but he's a little selfish in bed. you can still teach him some new things.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

•cowgirl or reverse cowgirl.

•loves watching you take his dick and the fact he can have his hands all over your body while it's happening.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

•he tries to be serious, but I mean it's gob.

•he'll end up saying something that'll make you giggle.

•he'll get all insecure, you'll have to let him know that it's okay and to keep going.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

•well maintained, not bald or anything but just orderly.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

•depends on the type of relationship you have.

•if your a one night stand it's purely sex, nothing romantic just fucking.

•but if you're something special he can be kind of intimate. taking it slower, kissing you softer. he knows there's a difference.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

•much prefers sex.

•but if you're busy or away he'll solve the issue.

•usually by jerking off to a picture of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•I think he's pretty vanilla.

•but I imagine that he wants to get his magic involved.

•maybe having you tied up in some illusion.

•or just fucking in the aztec tomb!!!!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

•the yacht.

•he knows you won't be disturbed there, there's a high risk of that in the model home.

•is willing to do it on all kinds of surfaces. table sex is great.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•gob is a simple man; tittys and ass get him going.

•seeing you in a nice low cut top or a new pair of jeans that make your ass look great is usually enough for him.

•but even things like bending over to pick something up or being on your hands and kness will get him hard.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

•I don't think he'd like inflicting pain, I don't think he could do it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

•much much prefers receiving.

•makes him feel so in control.

•will face fuck you, might get a little lost in the moment, grabbing you by your hair to move your mouth around his dick.

•he'd awkwardly apologise after.

•I don't think he's very good at giving.

•is willing to try though, 69ing is on the table.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•depends on the mood.

•if you're back from a date, sure, nice and slow.

•but if its a makeout session that's gotten intense, usually its quick and rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

•I don't think gob lasts very long,,

•which is fine!!! he can go multiple rounds.

•he loves quickies, as long as he's cumming he's happy.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

•gob likes the idea of everyone knowing you're his.

•slight exhibitionism might be something he's into if your up for it.

•grabbing your thigh, then trailing his grip further up.

•before you know it your fucking in the supply closet of a fancy restaurant.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

•like I said, doesn't last long.

•can go up to 3-4 round though.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•gob doesn't like to think that you need a toy to get pleasure.

•he's right there????????? why do u need a dildo????????

•never owned any himself, he believed he could just pull if he's horny.

•will be a little insecure if you own any, might make him think he's not good enough in bed.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

•he likes to tease if he can.

•he loves when he can get you to the point of begging for him to fuck you.

•but he's also quite desprate himself, so sometimes teasing gets cut short as he can't hold back any longer.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

•VERY LOUD

•definitely moans alot

•it's a good thing, means he's enjoying himself.

•also makes long groaning noises, very hot.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

•same as dirty secret, wants to sub. (i have a fic abt this in the works tho sooo stay tuned)

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

•above average, 7 inches.

•he's very proud of this.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•he can fuck anytime anyplace.

•if your down he's down!!

•and like i said before he can get turned on by the simplist of things too so he wants to fuck alot.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward

•after he's wiped you both off with a towel he'll lay down next to you and go to sleep pretty quite.

•once he realises your falling asleep he'll hesitantly wrap his arm around you, a little nervous.

•you'll fall asleep like this.

[asphaltsugar]

michael bluth x reader

extras: drinking; set in this universe but can be read as a stand alone! no use of y/n; again something short and sweet

seeing everyone having a good time was definitely foreign amongst the monotonous manner of the place, but it made for a nice change; a celebration of any kind was bound to bring cheer even to the dullest of environments.

michael strode with a humorous, clumsy tie to his limbs—so unlike his usual set steps, his lazy smile almost contagious. you’re not exactly sure how much he had had to drink throughout the night, but you figured he was one who needed to let loose, take his mind off deadlines and the accompanying stress. he must not have known who planned the party in the first place, either, for he had stepped out of the elevator with an irritation set in his eyes, which quickly shifted from confusion to surrender.

you stood, back against the wall and drink in hand, eyeing your new coworkers as they shared jokes and giggly conversation thanks to the buzz in their blood and heady bliss in their minds. you hadn’t been there long, maybe only a few weeks, yet you guessed company parties weren’t all that common what with the manner at which they seemed to take advantage of the drinks and light snacks—such a crowd seemed out of place in their pressed business attire.

you hadn’t heard michael come up at your side—alcohol seemed to make him light in his feet.

he cleared his throat before he spoke, raising his glass to both yourself and everyone in front of you. he mumbled a ‘cheers’ under his breath, clinking your glasses together. you echoed his word with a smile, mimicking his actions and taking a sip—his eyes were lidded as they didn’t stray from your own over the rim. from this close you could spot the freckles that dotted the bridge of his nose, underneath the creases of his eyes.

you caught the quick drag of his eyes down your figure. “that color looks nice on you,” he said, shifting so he too stood with his back against the wall, one hand in his pocket.

“thanks.” you weren’t wearing anything you hadn’t come into the office in before, yet you told yourself to keep the acknowledgement in the back of your mind when deciding what to wear the next morning.

he diverted his attention back to the crowd; you took the time to see what he was wearing. his tie had since been loosened with haste, suit jacket draped over the chair in his office, sleeves rolled to show hair lining the cords of his arms.

your hands moved on their on accord, following a want guided by the drink in your limbs. the glass was set atop a table nearby, it being replaced with the fabric of his collar. it was turned upward, wrinkled.

michael didn’t move as your hands smoothed over the light purple of his dress shirt, skin of your fingers just brushing along his jaw, the neckline of his undershirt. his lips upturned at the corners.

“y’could’ve just asked if y’wanted to touch me,” he hummed, sounding almost pleased.

a scoff left your lips. “i want to make you more presentable. you are the head of the company, aren’t you?”

his voice was low as he spoke, an attempt to get a heat to flush your cheeks. “who wouldn’t want to be head of a company with a pretty secretary?”

you rolled your eyes, muttering about what a cliché his words insisted of.

“assistant secretary.” your hands smoothed over his shoulders, just as quickly returning to grab your drink. you could’ve sworn he leaned over ever so slightly to chase your touch.

he shrugged, taking a sip of his own. “kitty’s practically fired, anyway.”

“is this your way of telling me i’m being promoted?” you mocked the tone on his tongue moments before, something like a lure to the ears.

“i don’t hear you complaining,” he winked, though both eyes blinked, slow, tipsy.

you raised a hand in faux defense, beginning to walk over to the snack table, whispering so only he could hear as you stepped away from his side. “who wouldn’t want to be the secretary to the handsome head of the company?”

[prestonfm]

⊹₊⟡⋆ nuno gallego + he/him ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting i am a god by kanye west through their airpods is preston pruitt. oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the 23 year old ceo who just went viral for dumping a lukewarm cup of coffee on an intern (allegedly!!!). yup , the one that drives a rolls royce phantom . i hear they’re pretty diligent, but others have claimed that they’re quite volatile. that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as the green-eyed monster.

stats:

full name:  preston reginald pruitt

nicknames:  prefers preston or mr. pruitt, will probably be snippy about it if anyone he's not especially close to tries anything else with him

gender:  cis man

pronouns:  he/him

sexuality:  bisexual, biromantic

age:  23

date of birth:  june 10th, 2001

zodiac sign:  gemini

height:  5'8"

occupation:  nepo baby ceo of pruitt yacht sales

interests:  interior design, mixology, watching old game shows (a pastime shared with his favorite nanny growing up), perfectly tailored suits, getting his way

visual inspo:

pinterest board: https://www.pinterest.com/aron_piper/oc-preston/ home: the styling of his mansion is very much this kind of vibe (i'm not too sure on exactly what the homes they live in here look like, but the decorating of his would be very similar to this) office: similar sort of look to the styling of his home, something along these lines. as mentioned above, he has an affinity for interior design, and would have worked closely with a decorator to get everything to his standards - regardless of the cost.

resembles:

scar (lion king), patrick bateman (american psycho), regina george (mean girls), hunter clarington (glee), dennis reynolds (it’s always sunny in philadelphia), light yagami (death note), sebastian valmont (cruel intentions), stewie griffin (family guy), plankton (spongebob), tashi duncan (challengers), lucille bluth (arrested development)

mini bio: tw - drug addiction of a family member

for as long as he can remember, preston has lived in the shadow of his older brother, playing second fiddle to a man, who, in his opinion, was totally incompetent, too focused on the dollar bill at the end of his nose to properly run the prestigious corporation that is pruitt yacht sales. despite it not being his birthright, preston believed he was the one destined to take over, going so far as to graduate from yale with a business degree to make sure he’d be ready – as well as sabotaging his brother’s newfound sobriety the night before his father was due to announce who would be taking over the company post his upcoming retirement. finally, he’s at the top, where he belongs, in charge of a multimillion dollar company, with little care for who he had to step on to get there.

family:

ward pruitt (father)

sabine pruitt (mother)

pierce pruitt (older brother, age 29)

peter pruitt (younger brother, age 17)

paisley pruitt (younger sister, age 16)

wanted connections:

older brother (m) - they've never been particularly close, but i'm assuming things would have only gotten worse after preston stole his ceo title (regardless of whether or not the brother actually knows the reasoning behind it yet)

ride or die (m/f/nb) - best friend, lowkey would love a sebastian/kathryn from cruel intentions kind of vibe (fully platonic or otherwise) but definitely open to other dynamics for sure!

frat brother (m) - he went to yale university; i don't have any sort of specific/actually existing fraternity in mind, it would just be a fictional one, definitely snobby, old money, legacy vibes (ik the odds of another muse already in play here having also attended yale/at the same time as preston/& could be in the same frat as him are pretty low so i'll most likely be sending a wanted connection into the main for this one, but just in case anyone was already thinking about bringing in another muse or hasn't fully fleshed out your character's educational backstory just yet, i figured i'd put this here!)

& friends with benefits, hookups (as in, fwb without the friendship), friends in general, family friends, exes, cousins, gym buddies, clients (those he's done business with in the past / potentially an influencer who has some sort of ongoing deal with the company?), next-door neighbor, rivals, enemies, ex-friends, one night-stand gone wrong, unknown half-sibling, younger siblings (down for changing their ages to make them work as playable muses here!), - all pretty self explanatory, and all open to muses of any gender ! i'm also more than down for filling any connections you guys are seeking / stuff not listed here !

taken connections:

everett finch - frenemies with benefits

imara gill - unlikely friends/drinking buddies

noa barclay - ride or die

sebastian guerra - one-sided (preston's side) rivalry

victoire grimaldi - fake friendship (preston feigns warmth towards her out of fear of pissing off a member of royalty)

wesley levine - ex-friend/one night stand gone wrong

zaire solace - preston takes advantage of his generosity and uses him as a makeshift personal assistant

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Hi!! Happy weekend! I’d love to hear about some of your ocs headcanons 🍬🌻💩 :]

Here's Jack and Olivia, 2/3 of Long Time Running's main cast - with a bonus heacanon unique to my Dogmeat! You can read the fic -> here <-

Jack Ward is my canon M!SoSu. He was a professional boxer and retired when he was conscripted for the Anchorage campaign and sent to FoB Juneau.

When Med-Tek failed, Jack pushed RJ on a vertibird destined for Vault 150 - a remote Canadian Vault that tested Duncan's illness on its residents. Two weeks later, Olivia Dallaire, my OC F!SoSu, stepped out of a vertibird and onto the hill overlooking Sanctuary and Boston. She'd be an Olympic judoka if there was still Olympics.

🍬On the topic of family: One of the themes in my fic is about the intersection and contrast between found family and adoption as well as miscommunication. Jack sees a younger version of himself in Olivia, but in a subversion of the failed-coach-training-his-actually-promising-protege trope, Jack had the title fight successes and Olivia really never will. All the same, he takes a shine to her. After meeting Father at the Institute, Jack let go of the idea of recovering his family. When he met Olivia, he felt like, "My god, this is the child Nora and I were supposed to have". Problem is, she's uh, a grown-ass 23 year-old woman. Who just immigrated to a different country and has her own trauma to unpack. And the sudden reemergence of his want to be a dad is moving faster than his ability to discuss being family with her. He faces serious role strain between his best friendship with RJ and the fatherhood he feels toward Olivia when he sees RJ differently as he begins to feel protective over her.

💩 Something ridiculous: My Dogmeat can break the fourth wall. The characters cannot hear him in the fic, but the reader can read his thoughts. One of my childhood fave movies is All Dogs Go To Heaven. The main dog is a German Shepherd, voiced by Burt Reynolds. This is how I hear him.

I was born in '94, so those 80's-90's "talking animal" genre movies were really formative for me. Anastasia, An American Tail - themes of lost family, adventure, immigration. Even RJ's story has strong Secrets of NIMH parallels. I'd reached a point where my fic felt self-serious, like it was so grounded in harsh reality and dumpster fire mental health that I forgot to have fun. Saluting Don Bluth by imagining Charlie B. Barkin and Anne-Marie the Orphan as Dogmeat and Olivia was me throwing my hands up and saying, "Fine! Fuck it! We can have fun!"

🌼 Happiness, how'd you get to be happiness: Lately, getting to know each other has been a source of happiness for both Jack and Olivia. Jack as the canon SoSu has all the problems we do when we play the game - wrangling several warring factions that all expect his presence; ignoring Father/the Institute; managing a small empire of settlements. Olivia as the SoSu of her own Vault is navigating immigration and being around people again. The heart-meltingest fluff I have published so far is father-daughter moments. Excerpt below the cut!

Long Time Running Chapter 13: Sabré Olvidar:

Jack glanced at Olivia’s marigold cable-knit sweater and jeans, rolled up at the cuffs. He realized most of her clothing from home that wasn’t her Vault suit was oversized and patched several times over. 

A deep flush of sadness erupted within. He coughed and returned to the topic of conversation. “Well, um.. What.. What do you think of the animals you let go?” 

“I just thank them for giving me a pretty view. I mean, just look at them.” She let go of their hug and stepped back. “If you look at it like this, the window makes them look like a painting.” 

She beamed at the radstag pair - four heads and too many legs. 

Jack obliged the request and stepped back. The window framed the radstags, trees and tall grasses well, like a living photograph. He appreciated the scene with the same intensity as a painting in a museum.  

He broke his gaze away and looked around at the cabin. “Well.. What brings us down here today, anyway?” he asked.

“I was thinking,” she turned away from the radstags. “Um, there wasn’t anyone here last time I visited, and there’s no one here now, and.. Y’know, it’s pretty close to town.. Does anyone own this place?” 

“Truth be told, Miss Olivia,” he replied. “I don’t think anyone’s taken interest in this cabin since the bombs fell. Doesn’t seem to me like anyone owns it.” 

She wrung her hands and shifted her weight as she looked around. “Um.. can I..” 

Jack awaited the question with patience and a smile. “Yes?”

“Can I have it? Please?” she pleaded.

His heart melted anew. Oh, Jesus, not that face, not that face. He decided to mess with her and put on an apprehensive tone. “I dunno.. It’s a big responsibility, being a homeowner..”

She hung on his every word with wide-eyed worry. 

“The cost for materials, the labor.. In this economy, too.. Ouch.” He grimaced, both to ham up the theatrics and to force his mouth away from a smile.

“I-I’ll work, I’ll get a job, I promise-” 

He could no longer keep up the act. “Oh, fine, sure. It’s yours!” 

Olivia gasped and threw her arms around Jack’s torso. Coffee spilled out of her mug with a graceful dive and landed on the floor with an audible splash.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you- Oh, I have so much work to do-” she let go of Jack and listed the repairs. “I need a door and I have to clean the fireplace and I need to find new windows and-” 

Jack beamed as she bounced around the room. Her braid whipped through the air as she tallied up her needs. Getting to know his little bundle of contradictions was fun. 

“-nails and lumber and.. And that spot on the porch that’s sagging.. I have a lot to do if I want this ready for winter.” 

“Alright, then, that settles it,” he said. “Let’s get a move on.” 

“Where to?” she asked.

“Well, like you said, winter’s on the way. Let’s get building.” 

She smiled, somehow wider than her smile already was. “Yeah! Let’s do it!”

She ran out the door and jumped off the stairs instead of walking down. “Where can we go shopping for supplies?” she asked, turning back to him.

Jack followed and took the steps as normal. “We’ll see what we have in Sanctuary before we look elsewhere. I’ll have to get you a workbench down here.” 

Olivia hopped and skipped ahead. “My own workbench, I-” 

She wasn’t watching her step and nearly tripped. 

«Tabarnak!» she swore. Olivia threw her hands up in mock-offense. “Who put this root here, eh?” 

She laughed off the transgression, tucked the stem of the hubflower behind her ear and turned her pirate smile toward Sanctuary.

Jack Ward, ol’ 111 himself, was thoroughly charmed. Miss Olivia Dallaire contained multitudes. 

Sweet, funny, capable, sensitive. A reader, a fighter, an animal-lover and an occasional jokester who stopped to smell the roses.  

He remembered the leadup to Arturo’s last title fight, when he lived at the house with Jack and Nora. 

One night in the later stages of her pregnancy, Nora laid on the couch as Arturo and Jack sat on the floor surrounded by the pieces of a yet-to-be constructed crib.

Arturo lectured their unborn child on the syntax, phonetics and style guide of French Canadian cursing.

«Esti de câlice de tabarnak!» Arturo exclaimed. "That is what we say when the baby crib is hard to build! You better like it!"

Jack wiped a tear from his cheek as he followed Olivia to Sanctuary.

Arturo would have been so proud to be your uncle. So proud.

[bisexualshakespeare]

found the King and the Mocking Bird, a french animated movie from 1980 on kanopy

it opens with a narrator and who is the narrator?

this fancy french Don Bluth ass bird!

long post coming in cause I"m just gonna put all my thoughts on this

I am getting like one word out of every sentence. I feel like watching this movie when I was taking french could've helped me a lot.

this is a very cool shot of the kingdom. I feel like we don't often see kingdoms so strictly enclosed in kids fantasy stuff? Or maybe I'm just noticing now because of the lack of vegetation.

this is also super neat. It really shows the daunting feeling of how high the castle goes.

The King has a spaceship looking elevator that goes up the castle and it's soooo long. The elevator is saying what's on each floor and it just goes on and on. it even has a zoo??

So the king is obviously a tyrant but he's also cross eyed and self conscious about it so I hope he turns good

The king is dreaming i think? or maybe his paintings are having a secret life when he's asleep? and the painting of a shepherdess and a chimney sweep are in love. An old statue says they don't make sense together but I think there must be a something lost in translation because he says, "you're not even the same color"?? is this cause the chimney sweep is BLONDE?

yeah it seems like a toy story situation

the king calls for police and they go up a poll like a reverse firefighter 😂

oooh now the painting of the king (that is not cross eyed) is gonna take over his life

look at this fucking helicopter 😂

the king presses a button and turns his throne into a bumper car🤣 this movie has so much visual humor!

now the king has a giant robot in the dungeons??? forget steampunk I want whatever the fuck this movie has going on

look at these goth queens!

someone has a microphone and is giving a play-by-play of the royal wedding for the radio. I adore this

Iron Giant did a bad

So I thought the King's Doppelganger was gonna be thwarted by the Real King coming back and revealing he's an imposter and being like "Look at my EYES!" and embrace his cross-eye-ness and take back his kingdom and be nicer now that he doesn't have a chip on his shoulder.

uhh no. we never see the real king again. the robot turns on its mouth fans and blows the doppelganger away! also the entire kingdom is destroyed now! the end! it's not the most satisfying ending but I guess it's very french to kill the king twice.

[thezoraprince]

Meeting the Demon Sergeant - Bazz x reader

“Ah okay!! Can we please get hcs of meeting Bazz's father, Seggin?? I feel like he would be SUPER NERVOUS about it! lmao!” - Bazz anon

o  m  g

Bazz would be BEYOND a wreck. Seggin’s already hard enough on him, let alone his intimidating demeanor towards everyone. ToTK has made me realize just how demanding and impatient this man is, and god do i love it. he reminds me a lot of my grandma: full of gossip and criticism  :’)

i realized half-way through writing that Seggin kinda reminds me of Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development as well, and all i can think about now is that scene when George Michael brings in Ann to meet her. (he also reminds me of Angela from The Office)

so let’s dive in! <3 (living for this request, honestly.)

y/n - your name

“So when do I get to meet this… y/n?”

Bazz’s eyes widen to his father’s question

“Hmm?”

“Soon… ish”

Seggin rolls his eyes, setting down his cup of tea

“Because you know I’d love to meet the one capturing all your attention.”

Bazz is a little offended by his comment

not to say he wasn’t focused on his job, but…

you have absolutely made his priorities shift

“You didn’t have to call me out like that.”

the next day, Bazz finds some time to spend with you

it’s peaceful, spending time together

but the mood changes

“So… my father… he— he wants to meet you.”

“Okay?”

he sighs

“I’m just… a little nervous about it.”

“Just a little?”

“Okay, a lot. I’m very nervous about it.”

you giggle slightly, rubbing his arm for comfort

“What’s there to be worried about?”

and he just gives you a look

“Oh, y/n… that man is insane.”

Bazz tells you these elaborate stories from when he was younger, mainly about the Demon Sergeant’s guard days

and later, you chat with Rivan about these

“Oh, yeah! All of those are… very real. But he’s not THAT bad. He’s just a little… how do I put it…”

he thinks for a moment

“Yeah, he’s a lot.”

Bazz continues to tell you wild stories about his father

and you can tell he’s nervous about letting Seggin meet you

because he doesn’t want you to be driven away by the demanding Zora elder

“The man is somehow almost completely shock resistant. No one understands it.”

and the day finally comes

the day you meet the Demon Sergeant

Bazz is freaking out before you head over to visit the Zora elder

“Everything’s going to go just fine, Bazz. I promise.”

“Okay, but if he starts getting too critical, we’re leaving.”

you arrive with Bazz, him leading the way in

Seggin offers you both tea, and you politely accept

“Y/n, is it? It’s so good to finally put a face to the name. I’m Bazz’s father, Seggin.”

“I’ve heard lots of stories about you in the past week or so.”

Seggin side-eyes Bazz

and OH is Bazz trying to hide just how nervous he is

you all chat for a while, Seggin talking about Bazz’s childhood years

you find it adorable

but Bazz is EMBARRASSED

“Do we have to talk about this?”

Seggin rolls his eyes

“Yes.”

you purse your lips together, trying your best not to laugh

Bazz sighs as he sits next to you

Seggin is all to pleased to have someone to share these tales with

your time together has come to an end for the day

and Bazz is trying so hard to drag you away from more conversation

“Let’s have tea sometime soon, y/n. I’ve much enjoyed your company, and I’m so glad that my son has found someone to spend his time with.”

you smile

“Thank you. And that sounds wonderful!”

Seggin pulls Bazz to the side for a moment before you depart

“I like this one, Bazz. I can tell the feelings between you both are genuine. But, if you hurt [them], I’ll kick your ass.”

Bazz gives a quick nod before hastily making his way over to you

“What was that about?”

“He just… likes you. A lot.”

you smirk

“Did I hear him say he was going to kick your ass if you hurt me?”

and Bazz nods

“You heard that correctly, And, if I ever do, which I don’t intend to by the way, I’d like you to just take me out yourself. I think that’d be far more preferable to the both of us.”