#Frank Frankly's mom

[silent-raven13]

Okay for my Modern Welcome Au fanfic, I’m making a Mother’s Day chapter, and I decided to draw all the moms. Everyone except for Miss Beagle is my own thoughts how they would look.

Miss Beagle belongs to Clown aka PartyCoffin. I just fan drew her in a cute Barnaby’s paw print apron (You can see his pup print and the large one) and I decided to give her a first name for the fanfic, since she needs one and a cute mama nickname. “Big Mama Betty” 

Anyway in order!

Monique Dear “Mama Dear”: Mother of Eddie Dear lives in Louisiana and is a post-man. Her husband die in a terrible truck accident before Eddie was born. She is a feisty, spunky woman that loves to go out doors, train for anything survival. She is a sweet mother and big tiger mom. When she sees her groan son, she would give him a bear hug and pick him up like he was a toddler. Very accepting and would sound like Carol from OK KO (VA: Kate Flannery) She’s always working out, since she have to lift heavy packages, and can cook!

Eleanor Frankly “Mother Frankly”: Mother of Frank. A calm, soft spoken woman. She is a Neurosurgeon, has the most steadiest hands. When she uses knives or scissors, she always cuts beautifully; one thing Eddie finds amazing because hello Crafting! She’s very intelligent, comes from a very wealthy family. Lives in New York, specifically Mid Manhattan with her husband. Yes, they are happily married, but once they saw Monique... 🤭 let’s just say they wanted to do a poly relationship.

Serenity Joyful “Mama Llama”: Mother of Julie. A funny nickname Jonesy came up when he was a toddler and stuck to the Joyful family. Don’t mind the colorful vomit skirt, rainbow monsters love to represent their family. Since, Serenity is all about Maximalism boho-chic outfits, she loves to represent her children’s colors. Believes in nature, spirituality, crystal healing, and listens to trees. Very laid back, sweet, and always goofy. Believes problems can be solved with yoga and Chamomile tea. Lives in the Rainbow Forest not far from the Welcome Home Residents.

Charlotte Partridge “Mama Lottie”: Mother of Poppy. She’s exactly like Poppy, but sweeter like honey! Very caring, hates cursing, and she knows how to cook. Her socks were made by Poppy, when she learned how to sew. Loves to support and protect all her children. She will treat everyone like her own kids. Lives in West Virginia!

Maria Gloria Pillar Garcia “La Jefe or Tu Jefe”: Mother of Howdy. In my fanfic, Howdy is Mexican American. As a joke, him and siblings like to call their mom, the boss or say, “Tu Jefe esta llamando” It’s a thing I noticed with Latino Americans say about their parents like the joke, “Your mom is calling you or My mom...” You don’t have to get it if you don’t. It’s a thing I’ve seen. Anyway, she’s the boss of the family, and knows how to run things. I mean this woman gave birth over 300 caterpillars, so she has the right to run her family and the family’s ranch. What I can say about her? She’s a Monarch butterfly, lives in Michoacán, Mexico. Used to live in East LA.

Chantelle Darling “Mother Darling: Mother of Wally. Lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She’s funny, nice, but cross the line with her and she’s the first to fight. Very protective of Wally, and his a widow. So her and Monique are gonna get along just fine. 

Miss Beagle “Big Mama Betty”: Mother of Barnaby. That dog is a HUGE mama’s boy! Everyone in the neighborhood knows her, she’s sweetest Mother Hen. 

I’ma say this too. If they were Humans, All of them except Maria and Monique would be African American/black! Monique would be biracial. Maria would be Mexican American with dark brown skin tone. My Au is about inclusivity for BIPOC/POC. 

[w1yre]

eddie and frank

[i-like-eyes]

buh buhbuh buh im just a love machine

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Watching Loey Lane’s new welcome home stream VOD and imma be honest

I have a new found love for mr Eddie Dear

I love this man

Also him and frank and Howdy are all boyfriends

[lilgynt]

my mom just learned my dad beat me as a kid girl did you think i was just like that for fun

[nayedoll]

About you (Part 2 of Baby Came Home)

joost klein x fem!reader

rpf below, please don’t read if ur uncomfortable!!!

this is part 2 to baby came home // i highly recommend reading part 1 for context on this fic!!

cw: 18+, nsfw, smut (f!receiving oral, protected piv), angst, some jealousy ig, reader is kind of a bitch lol

word count: 5k

a/n: some songs that fit the vibe: about you - the 1975 / right - mac miller / thinkin bout you - frank ocean / needy - ariana grande

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You sigh anxiously, tossing your phone onto the big pillows of your bed as you lie down on your soft comforter; it helps soothe your nerves a bit, being in your old bed again, surrounded by your stuffed animals and the girlish decoration of your room that has not changed in the slightest — except maybe it’s a little cleaner now, thanks to your mom.

You really shouldn’t be this stressed about today.

If anything, it should feel nice that your old friends were kind enough to invite you out to dinner, a reunion as they had called it to celebrate the fact that you finally stepped foot in the Netherlands after four years. But whatever emotion you should be feeling right now is subsided by the anxiety of meeting Joost again.

After he left New York, you had been texting and calling each other, neither as friends nor as something more, just enjoying the comfort you brought to one another. And for a while, it really seemed like this was going somewhere, like things could work out again if you tried. But of course, everything had to be ruined; all it took was one question— “Why did you leave?”— before a small argument erupted, one that was enough for you to distance yourself from him again.

Joost was trying to find a reason to why you left, why you didn’t want to come back and be with him and frankly, you didn’t even know what to tell him. You said you needed some time, a few days to think which turned into weeks and months of barely any communication— and now here you were, in the four walls of your old bedroom, getting ready to face him again.

The whole situation sort of reminds you of your first date with Joost; same room, same bed, trying to calm yourself down and pick out an outfit but nothing looks good enough. Your dad still has the TV on too loud downstairs and your mom still comes in your room without knocking. The thought eases you down a bit, makes you laugh as you finally make the decision to leave, already running late.

—

The restaurant is small but pretty, soft lighting falling on the adorned walls as the sound of jazz music and people talking fills the air, helps you relax a little. It’s the same one you used to drag Joost to all the time, the one he would always complain about but secretly loved despite not being the “romantic type” in his own words. You wonder if he picked it out, if he even played a part in the planning of this; the thought is unlikely but still brings a smile to your face.

You walk further into the dining room, overtaken by the loving atmosphere of people laughing, talking, genuinely enjoying themselves as you look around for your friends. You eventually spot them at a table towards the back of the room, all the people you cherish so deeply; Alanis, Apson, Tantu, Lyon and of course, Joost.

With a sweet smile on your lips, you approach them slowly yet nervously. Alanis is the first one to notice you as she rises up from her seat, pulling you into a warm, tight embrace.

“Missed you guys!” You exclaim, hugging everyone one by one, slowly, to put off coming face to face with Joost as long as possible. Inevitably you reach him and god does he look good; the same blonde fluffy hair, same baby blue eyes, an outfit that fits him infuriatingly well, of course coupled with his usual smug expression.

The tension in the room immediately shifts as your friends share knowing glances between them— you get the idea that they have all been informed about your little… reunion with Joost in New York, the memory of him on top of you flashing through your mind and making you swallow deeply.

He beams at you, the knot in your stomach loosening as he hugs you, a small confirmation that things are still okay between you.

“Hey,” You hug him back, maybe for a little longer, a little tighter, something that he doesn’t seem to mind as his big hand caresses your spine. He smells like cologne, it’s the one he was wearing that night in New York, that had your apartment smelling like him for the days afterward.

He pulls back, small smile on his lips, “It’s nice seeing you again,” It makes you smile too as you stare into each other’s eyes wordlessly.

“Alright lovebirds, maybe it’s time to sit down?” Apson says, making you and Joost chuckle awkwardly, reminding you of why you’re here in the first place.

—

After some more catching up with everyone and a few glasses of wine, you can confidently say you’re relaxed and having fun— once again proven to have been overthinking. You’re sitting across from Joost, unintentionally noticing every tiny detail about him, the little smiles, the dimples, all of his mannerisms that you adore so much.

He’s oblivious to it but you’re not the only woman who keeps eyeing him tonight. In fact, the girl next to you has been practically burning holes in his face by staring so hard— and needless to say, it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.She’s pretty, her long blonde hair styled in loose curls and her maxi black dress so simple yet so perfect on her. It makes you sick, even though it shouldn’t be and you know it— but you can’t help the growing jealousy within you the more you stare, her eyes hungry for him and every one of her moves deliberate to make him acknowledge her but he never does.

“I’m going for a smoke,” Joost says as he stands up from his chair, hands digging into his jacket’s pockets to find his pack of cigs.

The blonde girl looks up at him with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement, once again getting on your nerves— to be fair, you shouldn’t be mad at her, letting your envy consume you like a little girl but the alcohol makes it a little hard for you to control your emotions in the moment.

“Are you coming?” He asks, knowing you haven’t smoked yet tonight.

You sigh a little frustrated, not thinking about it much “Not in the mood.”

Joost pauses for a moment, the tilting of his head showing his confusion about your sudden change in attitude. Nevertheless, he gives you a small nod and leaves… you feel somewhat bad now, maybe you should go out there and keep him company.

But before you can even get up, that same blonde girl is already making her way to the exit door, her floral scent pervading the air along the way.

You take a deep breath; okay now you definitely feel like smoking. All the possible scenarios run through your mind at once— what if Joost gets her number? Or worse, takes her back home with him? You don’t think about it much longer and walk towards the door and out the restaurant.

The street is almost empty by now, cold air blanketing your body. Joost is just a few meters away, back rested against the brick wall as he lights his cigarette and— as expected— the girl is standing in front of him, making conversation; you can’t hear what she says but it makes Joost smile, giving you enough of a reason to feel even more jealous, a horrible feeling in your throat.

He doesn’t notice you, says some joke that causes her to giggle; you contemplate going back inside, whether this is embarrassing for you— after all it’s none of your business, you’re not his girlfriend anymore. But the pure idea of Joost taking another girl home, kissing her, fucking her the way he did you makes you want to puke, it fills you with rage.

You walk up to them, the sound of your sharp heels on the ground catching his attention. The girl turns around, obviously bothered by your presence and you notice the unlit cigarette on her hand; classic way to approach someone, you think.

You glance at her, bitter smile on your lips. “Can I have one?” You ask Joost, standing closer to him.

“Thought you didn’t wanna smoke right now,” He says but still hands you the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. You pull one out, coaxing him to light it for you as the girl watches.

Now that you came here, you don’t know what to say exactly, the awkward silence making you nervous. Jealousy has always been a bad trait of yours, though really you’re all bark and no bite, never actually acting upon it; if anything Joost always found it cute, teasing you about it endlessly.

“Is zij je vriendin?” (Is she your girlfriend?) The girl asks, pointing at you.

Joost giggles at that, causing you both to glare at him as his laughing comes to a halt. ”Was vroeger,” (Used to be) He replies, taking a short puff from his cigarette, “Het is ingewikkeld.” (It’s complicated)

You slightly furrow your brows, trying to translate the words in your head but to no avail. The girl nods, less confident in her attitude now as she hands the cigarette back to Joost and slowly leaves, mumbling something which you assume to be goodnight.

You’re left alone with Joost, remaining silent as all kinds of thoughts race in your mind. Once again, it’s you and him smoking against a wall, tension filling the air, almost like you’re having deja vu.

“What a nice girl,” Joost says, his tone an exaggerated delight. You nod quietly and take a deep inhale of smoke, nicotine filling your lungs— he’s obviously teasing you and it annoys you how well he knows you, always making it impossible for you to hide from him.

With a simpering smile, he looks down at you and asks, “And really pretty, don’t you think?”

“Yeah she’s cute,” You say as nonchalantly as you can, peering at Joost when he lets out a low laugh as if he’s mocking you. “What?”

He looks back at you with a cocky smile, “You’re jealous,” He says with such confidence it drives you insane, makes you want to punch his pretty face (and kiss it better afterwards).

You scoff, “No I’m not,” You avoid his eyes, the uncertainty evident in your words.

“Admit it,” He smirks, you feel his eyes scanning your face that has a pinkish blush on it from his teasing, though you’d like to think it’s because of the cold.

You glance at him as he raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response. “You’re so full of yourself,” You chuckle, blowing the smoke away from his face.

Joost giggles, more so amused than anything else by the way you’re acting, so timid for nothing.

“And you’re jealous.”

You roll your eyes, suppressing a smile. “Fine,” You sigh as he puckers his lips a little, a sly smile hidden behind them. “I admit I was a little… bothered by a girl flirting with my ex. So sue me for that.”

Joost crosses his arms, grinning widely. “Really?” He emphasizes, taunting you.

“Yes, really.” You repeat his words back to him with the same assertive tone.

“Is bothered the new way to say jealous?” He feigns confusion, his finger scratching the top of his head.

Unbelievable, you think. You groan, stubbing out your cigarette with your shoe,

“You know what, I’m going back inside.”You’re not actually mad with him but more so matching his playfulness and teasing him back.

When you turn around to leave Joost gently tugs at your arm, pulling you back to him as he throws his finished cigarette away.

“Hey, hey, hey, come on, I’m sorry.” He giggles, using this as an opportunity to grab you by the waist, bring you closer as you pout your lips at him. “I get it,” He murmurs.

“You get it?” You raise an eyebrow, unsure of what exactly it is that he’s getting. His touch on your skin is strong, it makes you lightheaded as you look up at him under the yellowish street lights.

He nods, “I’d be jealous too if some guy was flirting with you,” You smile a little, fighting to keep your composure. Joost was never the toxic and overprotective type, but you loved it whenever he got a little jealous, expressing it in petty but cute ways be it kissing you more than usual or being clingy with you in front of other men.

“Yeah?” You ask him.

“Mhm.” His lips are close to yours, the tips of your noses brushing together. “Although I bet tons of guys have flirted with you since I left New York, am I right?” His voice is lower, raspy sending a warmth through your body even in the middle of the cold night.

“Maybe,” You bite your lip, slowly sliding your hands up the sides of his neck.

Some men had indeed approached you in those months, none of whom you bothered giving a chance to. It didn’t matter how attractive or successful or charming they were— they weren’t Joost and that was enough for you to turn them down.

Joost presses a few kisses on your jaw and the crook of your neck, his lips wet and soft on your skin. “I bet you flirt a lot too,” He mumbles against your neck as tingles erupt all over your body. “Talking to anyone but me,” His words are bittersweet, petty as he nips at your skin and makes you moan quietly. You didn’t text me either, is what you want to say but bickering right now seems a little pointless.

“Let me make it up to you,” You whisper, holding his face in your hands as you lean in to kiss him. Your lips press together hungrily, savoring the taste of wine and cigarettes on his tongue. His hands grab your ass tightly, squeezing it as you let out little sounds into the kiss, sounds that make Joost crumble into pieces all the more. Your sweet scent stimulates his senses, makes him go crazy as he feels himself grow harder.

“Oh damn,” You cut the kiss short, turning around to see Apson and Teun, a shared amusement on their faces— definitely not awkward.

“Okay! I guess we’re not smoking after all,” Apson says, urging Teun to go back inside as you hear Joost laugh behind you.

“No, it’s okay. We were gonna head back inside anyways,” You step back from Joost, fixing your skirt as you wave them over to where you are.

“We were?” Joost asks, you slap him on his arm smiling. “Okay,” He nods, following you inside as he mumbles something to the guys which makes all of them laugh; you assume he scolded them for interrupting your heated moment, seeing as he playfully hits Tantu on his shoulder.

“Wait,” You stop him before he pushes the glass door open, gently grabbing his chin in your hand. Joost looks down at you like a confused puppy, it almost makes you laugh as you brush your lip gloss off his lips. “There.” You smile as he thanks you.

“My place tonight?” He whispers softly, brushing his thumb against your cheek and you nod.

Alanis and Lyon are still in their seats, talking when you come in. They look up at you, smile knowingly at each other because it is so obvious what you and Joost were doing out there, your faces flustered and Joost’s hair unruly.

Joost, as always, breaks the awkward silence, says something about how his steak is shaped like Belgium… which works well enough to switch the subject. Peeking at your right, you notice the blonde girl from before— she seems fairly disappointed, not looking at Joost anymore and it gives you a weird sense of pride, knowing he picked you again, that you’re the one going home with him tonight; hopefully you’ll talk to him later, tell him the thing you’ve been meaning to say all night.

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Your friends ended up going for drinks after the dinner which you and Joost politely declined, opting to walk the twenty minutes back to his house.

There’s a light breeze in the air, giving you enough of an excuse to get closer to Joost and hug him from behind, your arms around his stomach— maybe it’s too romantic of a gesture but he clearly doesn’t mind as he keeps on fumbling with his set of keys, a small smile on his lips.

Finally unlocking the door, he ushers you inside his house; it’s different to his old one, bigger and surprisingly cleaner than you’d expected, though still cluttered with random objects here and there.

Joost notices the way you look around the dark room, the soft moonlight coming in through the big windows. “Like it?” You feel his hand on your ass, his body pressing you gently against the door.

Placing both arms around his neck you smile, his chest warm against yours. “Yeah. You have good taste in furniture,”

“You should see my taste in women,” His words make you beam against his lips, teeth knocking together as he leans in to kiss you. You deepen the kiss, helping Joost with taking off his jacket that is quickly thrown somewhere on the floor behind him. He does the same for you, kissing along your jaw to your exposed shoulder as your leather jacket falls down to your feet.

Your hand travels down to his crotch, palming his erection which earns you a small sigh from him. Joost pulls you closer by the waist, strong hands caressing your curves as you continue teasing him, your fingers playing with the metal buckle of his belt. In the meantime, you start placing wet kisses on his jaw and neck, your little bites in between making him groan quietly.

“Those are a lot of hickeys,” Joost says.

“Just making sure no other girls approach you,” You mumble; it’s half serious half teasing, you know it turns him on when you’re possessive over him.

Joost smirks, fighting the urge to call you out for your jealousy once again, though he makes a mental note to tease you about it later. He’s too flustered to speak right now anyways, with the feeling of you everywhere; your lips on his neck, one thigh between his legs all while you’re trying to unbutton his shirt (and failing miserably at doing so)— you’re hungry for him and he likes that, likes knowing you’re as weak as he is on the inside, as your hot breath trembles on his neck.

“Let me help you schat,” He pulls back from you, focusing on the buttons on his striped button-up which he takes off at a tauntingly slow speed, biting back a smile when he hears you whine at the loss of contact. Your hands roam around his stomach and chest under his loosened shirt as he fully removes it, then blindly tosses it somewhere behind him.

He clicks his tongue, “So impatient,” He kisses you again, finger on your chin to bring your face closer.

“Yeah because I need you,” You breathe out, feeling his sly smile grow on your lips; it comes out more desperate, more whiny than you intended it to sound, your neediness making Joost’s cock twitch in his pants.

“Fuck,” He murmurs, biting his lip. “Come on, this way,” Taking your hand in his, he leads you to his bedroom— small and messy, full of his scent.

He sits you down on his poorly made bed, the back of your thighs meeting the cool wrinkled sheets. You watch as Joost begins to undo his belt, rubbing your legs together to loosen some of the tension in between them but it does nothing for you— the image of his big tattooed hands on the small metal letters of his belt, Albino, only adds to your arousal. You raise your foot slightly, nudging his calf as he glances at you, your doe eyes looking up at him, practically begging him to hurry up.

He chuckles, pushing his pants down. “So damn needy,”.

He kneels down on the carpet in front of you, the tender touch of his hands down your legs and his tight grip on your calves giving you goosebumps. He takes your high heels off, carefully putting them aside before his lips start littering your legs with kisses.

“Such a gentleman,” You coo, your breathing deepening with each peck on your skin as Joost gently pushes your legs open to gain more access to your inner thighs. There, he sucks on the sensitive skin, coaxing you to gasp; he hasn’t even fully touched you, yet you’re already melting under his touch, aching with need.

Joost stops at the hem of your skirt, his light blue eyes looking up at you from between your thighs, an image you wish you could capture. “Baby can I eat you out, please?”

A small smile forms on your lips. Who’s needy now?

You nod down at him, “Since you asked so politely.” Joost motions for you to stand up, sly grin on his face; he strips your skirt off, his palms aimlessly stroking your legs, giving you a small squeeze on your ass. He gently pulls your panties off, the lace fabric slightly sticking to your skin due to the wetness in your folds.

“Zo mooi,” His compliment sends a warm smile to your face as you stroke his hair. He plants another quick kiss on your clit, the tiny tingling sensation causing you to hiss, then guides you backwards against the bed until your back hits the comforter. Involuntarily, you bend your knees for him as he climbs into the bed, slightly hovering over you.

He leans down and kisses you hungrily, his thick fingers rubbing small circles on your clit as you moan loudly into the kiss from the sudden wave of pleasure. You feel him smile against your lips, a cocky smile at that.

He slowly pushes one finger into your slick folds, “You like that?” He purrs against your jaw. You nod repeatedly, muttering a soft yeah in between shallow breaths. Joost goes lower as he lies on his stomach, burying himself in your thighs, deep purple marks all over them from his previous kisses. Withdrawing his finger from you, he licks up your entrance, making you suck in a sharp breath as your thighs close together ever so slightly, pressing on his head.

He starts soft, his tongue flat near your clit making your skin prickle before he moves down, teasing your hole with just the tip of his tongue.

Impatiently, you push your hips forward, desperate to feel more of him; he nuzzles your core as you both let out a small laugh. “You want me to suffocate down here?”

You giggle, “I will suffocate you if you don’t hurry up,”

He grins, delving his tongue into your slit. You moan as you feel it swirling inside you slowly, making you clench. “Faster,” You breathe out, entangling your fingers in his hair, softly pulling at his golden hair strands. Joost picks up the pace as his tongue explores you, nudges your clit a few times to hear more of your breathy moans. He holds your legs open that are trembling as you chase your climax, your body burning with overstimulation. His thumb is stroking your clit in fast motions, causing you to whimper continuously and grasp at his hair to which he hums sending a vibration through your core.

With that, you come undone on his mouth as you let out a loud mixture of cries and curses. Joost lets you ride out your high, sucking at your lips and your clit. His chin is glistening with your release as he pulls back from you, plants a few gentle kisses on your thighs, letting you catch your breath.

You gaze at him as he sits up a little and grabs a condom from the nightstand. He’s a little sweaty, his face flushed and his hair looks messy as he runs his hand through it, He’s perfect.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He says as he takes off his boxers— your eyes flicker to his hard cock, the tip swollen and leaky with precum. You feel a little guilty, want to take care of him like he did you.

You giggle, narrowing your eyes at him, “That’s how that girl at the restaurant was looking at you, just so you know I’m not crazy or anything,”

“You’re still on that? Baby, I’m here with you now, you don’t have to worry about it,” He softly pulls your hand, making you sit up next to him, kissing you on your cheek.

Smiling softly, you take the condom from his hand, opening the wrapper with your teeth. “Joost?” You ask him as you carefully slip the condom on, feeling his veins along the way. He hums, coaxing you to keep talking. “Can I ride you?” You’re a little shy when asking him that and you don’t know why; today in general, you’re kind of nervous around him and he finds it funny, cute nonetheless.

“Hell yeah,” You look at him again, his warm smile comforting you.

He crawls past you, sitting against the plush headboard as you move to sit atop him. Your face is also flushed, beaming with the afterglow of your orgasm and Joost can’t help but kiss you again, slowly, whilst fully removing your top.

You take his shaft in your hands, adjusting yourself above him so that his tip is right at your entrance before you push yourself down onto him; the residue of your arousal makes it easier for him to bottom out, a drawn out groan leaving his mouth as he does so, feeling you tighten around the veins on his cock. You lift yourself up slightly until only the tip is inside of you before quickly sinking down onto his cock again— you continue this pattern, noticing the breathy moans that Joost lets out, his mouth opened ever so slightly and his brows furrowed.

You pick up your pace, placing both hands on his shoulders for support as Joost squeezes your tits in his warm hands. Locking eyes with him, you almost want to cry with how beautiful he looks, how good his cock feels inside of you, how perfect you are for one another.

“What’s on your mind liefde?” He breathes out, a grunt slipping from his lips.

You bite back a moan, “Joost I want you,”

“You have me,” He chuckles.

“No,” You mutter, “I want you all the time. I love you,” You speak fast, desperate to convey your feelings to him. “I love you so much,” You repeat, burying your face in his neck.

“Shit,” He groans as he starts thrusting into you, noticing that you’re growing tired. “I love you too,” His hands are tightly wrapped around your body, holding you in place as he slams his shaft against you— it’s fast and sloppy, makes you dizzy with pleasure, unable to suppress your loud moans. Your eyes tear up a little at the confirmation that he also loves you— it’s not the first time you hear it from him but you’ve missed it, you’ve missed him and this stupid city that you grew to love because of him.

The pressure is too much, easily leading you to your second orgasm tonight as you dissolve into pleasure, moaning Joost’s name repeatedly. He’s now the only one doing the work, pushing himself into you relentlessly as you kiss him softly on his face because that’s the most you can do right now with how much your legs are burning.

A little later, Joost comes inside of the condom, the sound of his deep moans (and a few whimpers he tries to suppress but fails) filling the room.

You collapse next to him and onto the bed, breathing deeply, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. Joost gets up wordlessly to put his boxers on again, coming back with a shirt on his hand and your panties. He sits down in front of you, gently pulling your tired body up so that he can redress you. “You’re gonna get cold,” He mumbles, his thoughtfulness bringing a sweet smile to your lips.

“Thank you,” You coo, enjoying the feeling of his shirt on your body; it’s warm and big, carries his scent that you love so much. “I like this shirt,”

“Yeah? Keep it. Y’know to have something remind you of me when you go back to New York,” He chuckles a little as he says that. You take a deep breath, looking at him with eager eyes. He senses a hesitation in you, tilting his head in confusion, “What is it?”

“I’m not going back,” You say, your voice close to a whisper. “To New York, I mean.”

Joost grins, “Don’t play with me dude,” He says, shaking his head.

“I’m not,” You chuckle, gently placing your hand on top of his. “I got offered a job here and I’ve been thinking about it,”

Joost’s eyes light up, his dimples prominent. “Liefde that’s great news,”

He hugs you, presses some kisses on your hair as you stroke his back— he never wants this feeling to go away. “Date tomorrow?” He asks in your ear.

“Mhm.” You smile and kiss him softly, staying in the comfort of his arms. You get a good feeling, one that you haven’t had in years; you will go on that date and things will work out between you and you will never let him go again.

“I love you.”

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thank you sm for reading!!! i hope this met everyone’s expectations lol 😭🥹

[hazelcephalopod]

While the scene with Wolf confronting his mom/boss in episode hits hard and I while I can understand her -but geez fuck even good intentions can still do a helluva lot of damage. I gotta saw I wanted to shake her. People are weird and complex and illogical, sure. But also. Ma’am. You are a doctor! You’re son was -and is- frankly weird and impulsive, sending the first boy you saw him kiss away bc you fear STIs around that time period. Man was that a bad call. For me it just highlights how the taboo around these subjects can just hurt people. (And they really balanced the a plot with that really well). Frankly my first thought was “lady you are lucky he did not freak out and start doing risky sex stuff with that.” I have much more to say. I need to rant so here we go— (This is going to be messy, and also I’m mentioning AIDS here a lot bc it was specifically brought up in the episode)

The better call would have been sitting down and having a frank discussion about sexual safety and such -with both of them actually. It’s much better to deal with the discomfort and know what’s happening then just try to ignore it. Like again. For the period what she actually did is accurate, but imho I’m going to still be highly critical of it. Bc their were people doing better.

Tbh I’m curious how involved she was with treating patients with AIDS Bc it would give me a better gauge. Familiar enough to be terrified of it could mean a lot, I think she’s an epidemiologist so disease specialist tho. Though perhaps not that one specifically. Regardless I imagine she could have been more than little familiar. Which if so I’m more critical of. Bc is so she had the opportunity to learn more and didnt. Bc then id want to demand why she didn’t understanding how important honest sex education is!?

I can not get over how much she dropped the ball. You chose ignoring the problem because you were afraid of the disease. From one of the most maliciously ignored problems in recent epidemic history! The irony! The negligence! Making your son more vulnerable by the implied rejection and loss! Refusing to do anything actually helpful like talk about it! She lucked the fuck out tbh.

[romanarose]

Inner Youth

No Outbreak!Joel x fem!reader

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Summery: You lead an extremely shelters childhood and youth, homeschooled and not allowed to partake in a lot of things other people your age had. This has left you disconnected from your generations. Maybe that's why you like older men.

Or

Joel watched Mean Girls with you.

Warnings: Brief mentions of religious trauma and family issues stemming from that. Mentions of homophibia and sexism.

Immersibility: Reader is fem and afab.

A/N: I was homeschool v strict most of my life so this is personal lol

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Texas didn't often have snow, but that's climate change for you. Another thing you were taught growing up wasn't real. The snow in Texas certainly didn't help anything, no matter how many times you tried to explain to the old men at the cafe that this was actually a sign of climate change, no one listened to you. Your family certainly didn't, the first time you'd admitted you believed it was real and they called you a dirty commie. You weren't entirely sure what communism had to do with climate change, but you leaned not to question it. They didn't even want you going to college in the first place but that movie secured that you would get no support as long as you were in a "liberal indoctrination school."

Joel listened to you, though.

You'd met him while waiting tables at the cafe he often went to for lunch. Sometimes he was alone, sometimes with his brother, sometimes with his daughter, who you later learned was about your age. That's why Joel was hesitant to date you, he didn't want to be a creep.

You were hesitant to date him too, not thinking that an older, southern man was going to mesh well with your own ideals. Addmittedly, you put him in a box with all the old, southern men you grew up around. Quickly, however, you learned he was not like them.

Firstly, Joel respected women. It was shocking to you how proud he was when he told you on an early date that his daughter got into a STEM masters program. You had gone for teaching, something that placated your family because they thought you would homeschool your children just like they had homeschooled you. A masters degree was out of the question, and STEM was for men.

Another sign was when he mentioned a few of his friends and casually said "Tess, Bill and his husband Frank". Later, you'd learned one of his daughter's friends that Joel had largely taken in, Ellie, was also gay, and none of this seemed to phase Joel at all. When it came to meeting your friend who was non-binary, Joel admitted he didn't really understand being trans or gender but was willing to learn. Most importantly, however, was the fact that it didn't matter if he got it or not, he called them what they wanted to be called, and treated them with respect.

That was the thing with Joel. You learned he was a young, and even before then he was busy taking care of his younger brother after his mom dad and his dad was a useless alcohalic. Joel didn't have time to form opinions on a lot of things. All he knew was to just be kind, and go from there. When Sarah and Ellie grew up and went to college, Joel suddenly had more time to spend with men his age, and was frankly disgusted.

Hadn't those words fallen out of vogue?

Why were they talking about women like that when they were married?

You disowned your son for wearing a skirt?

It wasn't until Tommy introduced him to Tess, and through Tess Bill and Frank that he found a group of people who thought more like him. They didn't have to get it to not be a dick.

So, you and Joel made a good couple.

It was easy with him. You didn't fight, you talked things through like adults, he didn't accuse you of being hysterical or downplay your feelings, he just listened. The way you grew up made you angry and defensive, and when you explained more of this to him, he understood better.

Nights like this were your favorites. You and Joel had been making your way through several shws you thought you'd both like. Shows like Succession, Breaking Bad, Narcos, but this movie was his idea.

Lights were off, central heating was off, you and Joel using a space heater instead to heat the bedroom under a pile of covers. Texas was not equipped to handle much snow, so you were doing your part to not overwhelm the cities electricity, lest there be blackouts. You still had your own apartment, but this was a great excuse to stay with Joel most nights. Besides, he lived near the school you taught at so he drove you to work and picked you up every day. It was all so domestic.

Ellie and Sarah had visited this weekend, Sarah making a movie reference Ellie and Joel laughed at, but you didn't. This was a common occurrence. Shows and movies allowed in your home were pretty minimal, and despite the last 5 years to catch up, you still could never fully 'get' pop culture references around you. You had accepted the fact you would always be a little on the outside of your generation, especially with other girls.

When they realized you hadn't seen it, Ellie's eyes were wide as she asked, 'Really?!' and you saw Sarah subtly nudge her. Ellie meant to harm, but had less of a filter than Sarah did.

So, when Joel and you settled on the bed, you resting your head on Joel's plump belly, Joel asked if you wanted to watch Mean Girls.

"Phht, you don't wanna watch Mean Girl, Joel-y"

You knew he loved you because he lets you call him Joel-y. "Yes I do!" You feel his belly bounce with laughter under you. "It's a good movie, Used to watch it with Sarah all the time."

You're glad he convinced you, because when Regina George got hit with a bus, you laughed so hard you farted.

"I never knew how many memes came from this movie. Get in loser, we're going shoping, raise your hand if you've ever been personally victimized,"

"You go Glen Coco."

"Yeah" You giggle with a smile, an arm wrapped around the swell of his stomach like you might hold a teddy. "It's frick'n funny" All these years out of it, you still can't bring yourself to say fuck. You noticed Joel doesn't say it either. Whether it's from his southern baptist upbringing or because he knows you won't say it, you aren't sure. Ellie and Tommy certainly have no problem.

"We can keep doing this, y'know." Joel says and the movie credits roll, his hand stoking your hair.

You begin to drift off, mumbling sleepily. "Do what?"

"Watch movies and shows you missed out on. Even the girlie ones."

You cran your head to look up at him. "Hm?"

"I mean," Joel moved you off him for a moment, making you pout, but it was only long enough to turn off the tv and settle into a sleeping position. "That Sarah and Ellie are your age, I know at least the big movies and shows the kids were into."

"Joel..." You shake your head. "I love you, but you don't wanna sit around watching shitty teen movies from the 2000's with me."

He kissed the crown of your head. "And you and Frank didn't want to watch doomsday preppers with me and Bill for 5 hours but we did. I'd sit through all of Glee if it meant you felt less left out. I just want you to be happy."

Smiling, you nuzzled in against his softness, feeling safe and warm and cared for in Joel's grasp. "I mean... I wouldn't complain if you wanted to watch The Notebook..."

"The Notebook it is, baby. Now, get some sleep. First day back at school tomorrow."

You groan dramatically just to feel his chuckle again. "Those kids are lucky I love them."

"They sure are."

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This was supossed to be a quick thing but then there was a long backstory and now i wanna write more XD maybe scenes of Joel recreating memories that reader never got from being homeschooled or sheltered.

I had a similar idea last year with Benny Miller actually haha.

Anway, my usual tag list BUT tagging a few people I thought may also enjoy

@fandxmslxt69 @runa-falls @k-ra @whatthefishh @ahookedheroespureheart @mikaelak @littlenosoul @stevenandmarcslove @pikapuff-316 @del-ightfulling @faretheeoscar @harriedandharassed @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @campingwiththecharmings @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @milly-louise @casa-boiardi @joeldjarin @mrs-oharaxx @pedge-page @ninebluehearts

[salmonisneverbored]

~ request rules ~

requests: Open!!

rules and restrictions!!⚠️‼️

-no x female readers, they have enough they don’t need more lmao(/j)

-No minor x adult it’s icky/gen

-if I don’t list a character I probably don’t right for it

-no nsfw, I’m not confident enough in my skills to write it sorry!!

-constructive criticism is welcome but no hate comments please!!

-I do right for platonic stuff like friends (characters + reader) or family (dad/mom character + son reader and vice versa)

-most if not all female characters I write for will be platonic I apologize if that’s not what you wanted

fandoms and characters!!✨💫

Hazbin hotel:

Alastor

Lucifer

Husk

Angel Dust

sir pentious

helluva boss:

blitzø

Moxxie

Stolas

striker

Fizz

Ramshackle:

stone

skipp

and maybe pebble

TADC:

Jax

kinger

zooble

caine

welcome home!!:

wally darling

Frank frankly

eddie dear

howdy piller

barnaby

Most Fnaf (movie and games) characters

All Sander sides characters

(more to be added later)

[lexisnotasimp]

Welcome home movie idea!

Note: It would be placed in 2010

Main Character: Blaye dills. She is a 10 year old girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

Blaye just moved into a neighborhood in Texas.

She is lonely since all the people living there are older people. Blaye's parents moved in because it was cheap, which is suspicious to Blaye. As Blaye unpacks her stuff into her room, she sees a dresser with an old tv on it. She thought, "Maybe the last people gave it as a gift for us.. Or mom and dad bought it, and I didn't know...." Then she looked through the drawers and found some cassettes that say: "Welcome Home" on it. Blaye was confused, so she put the cassettes on her bed.

Time skip a day later:

Blaye was just chilling and decided to search up the show that was labeled on the cassettes. She found a website all about it. She was amused and decided to look through it.

She looked at it for a while and then decided the next day while her parents were gone, she would look at it.

Time skip another day later:

Blaye's parents left her home alone for the whole 24 hours since it was a safe neighborhood, and they were going to a one day hotel stay. Blaye was watching tv, eating, and doing normal stuff. Then she decided to watch the cassettes. She put the cassettes in the player on the old tv. She saw the show introducing the main characters in the theme song. Wally Darling, Howdy Pillar, Eddie Dear, Poppy Partridge, Sally Starlight, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Julie Joyful, and home. The whole episode had parts with the characters (like crafts with Eddie, shows with Sally, Ect.). Blaye was so intrigued, so she watched more. Then she got a text from her mom saying, "Me and your dad are staying a second day hun. Please be safe." Blaye then sighed, It was obvious her parents didn't care for her that much. So she kept watching the episodes. The weird part is that every episode it gets more fuzzy. Blaye just brushed it off, though, because she was certain it's because they are just old.

1 hour time skip:

Blaye went into the basement to get paint to pant a drawing. And then she saw something weird. It was the real puppet of the Mailman from Welcome Home: Eddie Dear. Blaye saw that it had dirt all over it and looked old. She then picked it up, and Eddie Dear stared at her as he said, "Stop playing the tapes...". Blaye was shocked, so she threw it on the ground in fear. Blaye then brushed it off as a hallucination.

1 day time skip:

It was 11:00 pm and the next day her parents were coming back. She kept watching the tapes and she saw one that was named "Homeworming". Blaye turned it on. She watched the whole 22 minutes (insert her watching the awayfrompryingeyes.net video). She was so scared at the part where Eddie was in fear that she turned it off. Blaye then heard talking outside. She walked outside and saw that she was in the Welcome Home neighborhood. She knew she was not sleeping because it hurt when she pinched herself. Then Eddie Dear the mailman grabbed her and went into her house with her. He then said, "I told you not to watch anymore of the tapes!!! It's dangerous.. Stay in your house with me.." Blaye was in fear and started crying. Eddie hugged her. "As long as Wally ain't here, we will be fine.." Wally then comes in.. "Hello, Neighbors.. It's nice to meet this new face.." Wally says,"Go away!" Eddie says in anger

Wally then snaps his finger, and they appear in a dark room.

"No! No!" Eddie screams. Blaye then curls up in fear. The room goes dark, and Eddie screams in pain... The room lights turn back on, and Eddie's legs are missing... Blaye screams in shock. "I'm okay, kiddo... I'm just a puppet. A sentient one.." Blaye sighs and keeps crying. Eddie pats her head. "It will be okay, kid.. I hope.." Eddie says. Then Wally comes in with a knife. Eddie stands in front of Blaye. "MAKE A RUN FOR IT!!!!!" Eddie says as Blaye then runs out, and Wally chases her. "Get back, neighbor!!!" Wally says manically. Blaye then runs into her house, and just before Wally can kill her, she turns off the tape, and then Wally dissolves into nothingness. Blaye looks out her window and sighs in relief when she sees her normal neighborhood out the window. Blaye immediately hides the tapes back in the drawer. She then rushes to the basement and sees the Eddie Dear puppet.

"Keep me in a box in your closet, and when you ever want to watch those tapes again, please tell me first!!! I can tell you how to watch them without getting transported to Home.." Eddie says in a calm but firm tone.

"You're actually alive!!!" Blaye says.

"I've always been.. When you saw me get hurt, that was a hallucination.. But home is a real place.. you were transported to another world.." Eddie says.

Blaye then puts him in a box and takes him to her room.

"Untill your parents come back just keep me on the bed so I can protect you if Wally somehow gets out..." Eddie says looking at her.

A day later:

Blaye's parents come back and Blaye hugs them but her parents obviously don't care about her. Blaye goes back to her room, sighing. She puts the puppet of Eddie Dear in the box and puts him in the closet.

The end.

[w1yre]

okay part one!!!!!!!!!!!!

so i tried to stick to a color palette idk if it worked out in my favor but whatever

anyways i’m gonna yap about them

so salutations (sal) pillar was raised by howdy pillar!! he is also a gay demiromantic!!!! yay!!!! and he’s in a relationship with wally jr :3 he’s a lot like howdy, he’s very proud of his shop and he’s knows how to get things done! however he’s also very relaxed and mellow compared to howdy

bradley beagle was raised by mazie moth and barnaby beagle!!! a little fankid!!! huzzah huzzah :3 he’s a genderfluid (mostly presents masc) pansexual. he’s very goofy and silly like his dad but he can get bitchy and pouty when he doesn’t get his way like his mom

wally jr was raised by wally and home :3 he is trans ftm and bisexual, and in a relationship with sal pillar! he loves to sculpt and he is more hands-on with art compared to his dad, wally, but he can also paint and draw! like his dad, he wants to know more about the world, but he’s a lot shyer compared to his dad

freddie frankly-dear was raised by eddie and frank!!! he is nonbinary and polysexual :) like eddie, he’s very sweet and gentle and always willing to help out if needed, but like frank, he’s got a fiery temper and he gets PISSED if you disrespect or bother him too much. (this doesn’t go for children he loves taking care of kids)

[nikkiiiscute]

Poppy Partridge Character Analysis !TW! Mental Health

I'll start posting again if that exam i gonna answer is over, Okay moping over a 3 day long exam outta the way, Let's go into mom's- I MEAN Poppy's analysis!

Neglected in the Art Department :< - She and howdy pillar got less art than everyone along with The Alegre / Joyful siblings and Ms. Benedict / Beagle. The lowest got 2, TWO!!! pictures made of them, Unfair! >:<

She's a Baker - Remember when I said I made a "Job Theory"? Well let's swing back to it! Poppy is the resident Baker, but it's more likely she is representative / a stand in for a "Senior Citizen" in the Show, considering everyone helps her around her house / bakery, I think she's one of or THE tallest and oldest neighbor, which I headcanon her to be somewhere around 6'3 - 6'5 and 32 -36.

HOLD THE PHONE!!! - Wait, Did I notice that... POPPY IS ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE THAT FRANK SMILED WITH?!?!?! I know it's a bit of a stretch, But If you search through every single artwork you can find the eddie and POPPY are the first people that frank is shown smiling with. It makes sense with eddie but why poppy? Ain't julie their bestie???

Possible Agoraphobia??? - Let's go in Mental Health analysis!! Poppy may have Agoraphobia, if her general Worry and Fear is the reason she never leaves her Barn, Then that explains why she stays at home most of the time. Similarly with why she doesn't use her own cooking appliances in overthinking that someone's gonna get hurt and that makes her trustworthy through this ARG.

Aside Time!!!! - Poppy's Professional Relationship is with Howdy Pillar, who personally delivers all her groceries, but her Personal Relations are with both Wally Darling and Frank Frankly: Poppy is shown hugging Wally, and holding onto Frank's arm when standing. The assisted standing with Frank also adds to the possibility that Poppy is Convalescent, Meaning she may be recovering from an unknown illness causing her needing support.

Was an effeminate boy? - Y'all already know that Poppy is a Trans woman. But we can see that she was a girl but I like to believe that she was an effeminate boy that loved "girly" things so ofc she would be bullied for it, But what made her successfully become a woman was her best friend, Sally / Byeol Cheoleom. Sally encouraged her all the way while poppy was transitioning and Poppy made it.

Ethnicity Analysis Time!!! - I believe that Poppy is a Mestiza, a mestiza is a woman of mixed European and indigenous non-European ancestry in the former Spanish Empire. In certain regions such as Latin America, it may also refer to people who are culturally European even though their ancestors are indigenous. Plus, I think she's a red legged partridge that is NATIVE TO SPAIN.

Poppy's Story - Paulo "Pauly" Perdiz was born in 1937 half British Half Spanish. He was bullied for being a "Pansy" but he met friends and knew he wasn't alone, In highschool in the early 50s Paulo became Poppy as she thought the name was pretty and completed transitioning into a girl. One day she found out that Howard (Analysis on him later) became a Bodeguero and promoted to Owner, So Poppy worked there as the Pilar's Bodega baker. She got isekai'd in WH and then it was too late, She totally got killed *sobs in rushed*

Aight we done here, I need to draw. I haven't been drawing for a while lmao

[trashiiking]

So! I was inspired after seeing this one artist’s interpretation of Frank’s parents on tiktok and other places (also partly inspired to make his dad after seeing that one person give Wally a dad) and while it’s funny how some will make his dad look straight up like Mr Robinson from TAWOG I thought

What if? What if his dad looks exactly like him but is the complete opposite personality wise? Therefore I bring you Frank Frankly Sr! An entomologist professor who’s design is meant to evoke a monarch butterfly look? When I’m not lazy I’ll design his mom who I like to think is the same as Frank in personality but is all bright and colorful looking

[dangermousie]

What the hell, broccoli? You have met the guy for a total of literally three seconds where he said hi and walked off and have also observed him goofing at a date with ZY for an additional minute a week before. That's a...unique ability to form any sort of opinion about a person from that amount of interaction.

Any time anyone starts a convo by saying "pardon my frankness" type of intro, nothing good can come. But seriously, wtf! YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, THIS IS INSANE! She's never gonna bang your broccoli self, give up.

She is so much more polite because if anyone who wasn't my BFF of 10 years had the presumption of saying they know better than me who is suitable for me - good god. That would come better even from her mother who is, at least, her actual mother!

I literally started clapping. The thing is, LX may not be everyone's cup of tea (frankly, wouldn't date him myself, would brain him within an hour) but ZY clearly knows him inside out and sees him clearly and likes what she knows and sees - she is not some Victorian ideal wanting to change him into a better man for love - she likes him just fine the way he is and that is why that relationship can succeed. Going into any relationship, friendly, working or romantic, hoping to change the other person, is futile. But if you know what you are getting and like it, then there is every chance. Broccoli, like her mom, can't really see ZY for the grown up she is, who may make choices they disagree with or wouldn't themselves, and who has different tastes than they do. Broccoli's whole basic assumption is that she's fallen for Li Xun being attractive or w/e and has overlooked his personality and/or hopes to change it, he genuinely cannot get that ZY he knows, the good girl, can genuinely like the personality of a feral cat x human hedgehog crossbreed. But she does and honestly, she's allowed to and it is only her business. The only time people should intervene in a relationship is if the other person is abusive or an addict or some other similarly terrible stuff. Otherwise, butt out. Even if she were a misguided naif falling for an immature domineering jerk, guess what - her business and college is the perfect time to make those mistakes.

AAAAA! How is he so annoying? What kind of an answer is that? 50% is a failing grade for a reason! How can you make any relationship judgment when you don't know one half of said relationship aaaaaa!

That was GLORIOUS!!!! And she does not consciously realize it, but an epic slam of her own mom who she equates this dude to. (Broccoli is another one of those born on third base thinks he hit a triple people. Her mom, broccoli and ZY all come from privilege but honestly only ZY is cognizant of the same.)

Broccoli winding down the convo with "I hope you are right" made me want to stab him with a fork because that is so what people say when they mean "you are WRONG but I am too mature to continue and I am making that clear."

[fandomfiish]

I always believed that when Neil and Todd get together, the poets and Mr. Keating are the ones to know first. Though they didn't tell Mr. Keating directly, he just knew from the way the dynamic between the two had changed, only for a slight, but it's damning evidence to know that they're finally together.

And Mr. Keating was elated of course, knowing how much those two make each other better.

Charlie knew first, which was unsurprising due to the fact that the night after they confessed to each other, Charlie barged into their room and saw them both cuddling in Neil's bed. He decides to let you two rest for a little longer, though that's the only recluse he'll give from the barrage of teases that the two will get from him.

After months in the relationship Todd, surprisingly confessed to Jeff about his relationship with Neil. Both knew that on Neil's side, he had no one to confide in, his father being a bastard and his mother who might be supportive but the fear of her telling her husband was too much of a risk they were not gonna take.

And then Todd called Jeff, who was surprised at the call. Sure they'd been trying to mend their distance for the past months after he visited, but it was surprising that it was Todd who called first.

"Hello! This is Jeff Anderson speaking, who is it?"

"Hey Jeff."

"Oh Todd, what a pleasant surprise." It really was Jeff notes. But he did take notice of how his brother's voice seemed nervous, hopefully, he didn't get into trouble like getting expelled.

"I need to tell you something, uh I haven't told our parents about it and I wanted you to know first."

To say Jeff was touched by that was an understatement, it meant that all the time they tried to work it out slowly doing their thing, and if Todd has something to tell him that he trusts him enough to tell him. He would deny a stray tear falling from his cheeks from the emotions he's feeling though.

"Alright what is it, Todd?" He asked in a soft tone. Then remembers something and adds, "And don't worry, not a word from this call will get to Mom and Dad"

He could hear a sigh of relief from the other side which means he said the right thing, and thank god for him thinking ahead.

"So you know Neil right?" That made Jeff's eyebrows raise.

"Your roommate, your best friend?" He chuckles at the thought. "How could I not you speak of him in every call we had." He teases and he could hear the groan from the other side making him smile wider.

"Ugh, Jeff not now."

"Fine fine, so what's with Neil?"

"So umm..." There was a second of silence on the other side Jeff thought the line was cut, but then it comes back later. "well... me and him..."

Jeff knew he had to be patient even if he was, if he's honest, wants Todd to tell him already, but he doesn't wanna destroy their progress, they've talked about this already.

"MeandNeilaredatingnow."

It was surprisingly quick that Jeff had to double-take. That was the fastest he heard Todd talk and he didn't understand any of it.

"What?"

Hear Todd taking a breath before he spoke. "Me and Neil are dating." "Oh." Jeff said, surprised at the news but somehow a part of him was not as surprised as he thought? Or maybe it's because he thought something bad had happened and knowing it was not downplayed his reaction to it. "I thought he was expelled or something." It slipped on his mouth before he could think of it. "Jeeeeefff." He could hear Todd groan from the other side, though he knows the other is scared stiff at what his reaction will be.

To be frank Jeff, unlike most of the fathers in Vermont, he's not one to believe that a man loving another man or a woman loving another woman is a sin. Frankly, he believes that love is love whatever gender it is. And that's not gonna change now with Todd.

"I'm happy for you Todd, I really am."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Jeff couldn't help but smile. "I know it must've been hard just trying to tell me and I'm proud of you." He really was, and hearing the sigh of relief from the other made his heart swell.

"Thank you Jeff." He hears Todd say.

"Oh no need to thank me, and we could talk about it more when I visit this weekend. I think this talk requires us to talk face-to-face right? Plus I wanna talk to Neil too."

He hears Todd groan. "Don't tell me-"

"Yes, he's gonna get the big brother talk."

"Jeff!"

"I know he's a big help to you but this is different since you're in a relationship now." Jeff said donning his big brother voice, as he calls it.

"Alright Alright, we'll continue this talk when you arrive," Todd said before a lapse of silence befalls both of them.

"I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, Jeff."

And the two spoke of their days before hanging up, a promise to talk more when he arrives at Welton this weekend.

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@inahallucination JEFF CRUMBS, also gonna write a part 2 just writing Jeff's 'big brother talk' to Neil is already funny in my mind"

[linnorabeifong]

I’m thinking about Linzolt, I’m thinking about Mako, I’m thinking about the hilarious fic of Mako walking in on Linzolt. But in general what would his thoughts and feelings on them be?? Or would Lin just totally keep it a secret

Thank you ! Glad you found it funny. I giggled a lot writing it !

Lin would totally keep it a secret but well... cats don't like being in bags. I could totally see Mako finding out either through coincidence as in the fic or through his detective skills. Honestly, I'm open to many different interpretations of all the characters. I could see it going a few ways.

Mako is a complex guy and he has a past with both of these people. When he was a kid on the streets Lin was the embodiment of everything he hated. She was a wealthy, terrifying authority figure but he also probably respected her abilities. When he first met her there was tension he probably dismissed her as well frankly a bitch... a bitch that could kick ass but still a bitch. Lin to be frank probably knew of his checkered past and so while she can be empathetic I don't really think she was giving him the benefit of the doubt.

They both earned respect and admiration for each other throughout the events of season one. I think watching her search tirelessly for her men and hearing about Lin sacrificing herself for Tenzin's family as well as being broken out of jail by her really cemented a strong admiration for her. He sees her as someone selfless and competent. Lin for her part is forced by circumstance to cooperate with and tentatively trust this kid. It's not really stated how Lin escaped the equalists or if she was freed but I like the idea of her escaping on her own but being too injured to find the others. Mako is the one to find her and help her. He respects her when she is at her most vulnerable. This strengthens their bond.

She recognizes his abilities and offers him a job. Over years of working together they grow close. He truly sees her as a mother figure. He's probably accidentally called her mom a few times.

Zolt is a man he detests. At one point he respected him but older Mako is disillusioned he know he was exploited by the triple threats. Zolt reminds him of his terrible childhood and pisses him off endlessly.

Seeing them together has him in a rage. He is confused. Lin has always been a woman of integrity at all costs so her sleeping with Zolt of all people is a slap in the face. A betrayal. Also Mako sees her as his mother. No one wants to know about their mother's sex life let alone see them in that situation. Also Mako distrusts Zolt. He definitely believes Zolt is using Lin. Mako has seen the violence Zolt is capable of. He fears Lin being abused and wants to protect her.

In short his reaction is to murder Zolt on sight.

Long term he may get used to it but is still suspicious of Zolt. He's seen domestic abuse cases so he is furiously searching for signs whenever he sees the chief even though his fears are never founded he is still pissed and confused.

Why would they do this ?

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Also Mako is clutching his pearls like a grandmother.

Also here's the fic for anyone who wants it

This post got a lot longer than I intended. Thank you for the ask !