#Michael x Lindsay

[liveactionproblematicotd]

Today’s problematic ship is Michael Bluth and Lindsay Bluth from Arrested Development

Adoptive brother/sister “incest”

Half-aunt/nephew incest

Requested by Anonymous

[shipcestuous]

Idk if you're still into them but ahhh I'm rewatching Arrested Development and Lindsay and Michael are so married lol, also the show has more incest jokes than I remember 👀

I'm logging now on ao3 to see if someone wrote an AU where he does accept the marriage proposal or at least where he have in on this part

Tho I would also rather they stay as twins ngl. Hadn't seen the last two seasons, but I heard she's actually his aunt? Idk

I'm always here for Arrested and Development and especially for Michael and Lindsay!

I also would have preferred that they remained as twins, even if it meant sacrificing that glorious scene from the picture you included. But you're correct that Lindsay is revealed in the final season to be Lucille's half-sister, and therefore still biologically related to Michael. Before that, I probably would have said that I would have rather just had the first three seasons and forgotten the revival seasons. They were good for some laughs, but the family dynamic wasn't the same and I preferred the old stuff, especially re: George Michael and Maeby. But reestablishing Lindsay as a biological member as the family was worth it.

The most unbelievable part of the whole wacky show was Lindsay coming on to Michael and Michael rejecting her. Yeah right. He was so into her. He was in deep denial but straddling is pretty good at breaking down denial.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

this is for 2020 me who would quite literally die if he saw even half of the javey content we’ve been provided rn

[emmedoesntdomath]

emme i am in need of assistance.

i need to be dragged kicking and screaming back into the newsies fandom, please and thank you

you know what? fine, sure, let’s do this. 

in this fun little drag-you-by-your-ears-and-force-you-to-listen-to-me, we’ll be talking about javey. 

obviously, javey is the lifeblood behind most of this lovely fandom. look at your own account. besides the synchronized dance numbers, it’s about the most the majority of us agree on (with a few exceptions, but we love them anyway <3333 /j)

but why is javey such a phenomenon to us? why is it that big of a deal? let’s explore that. 

javey is, in simple terms, something that can quickly become revolutionary. 

don’t understand what I mean? consider it-

most of us headcanon jack to be a person of color. whether he’s black, or of latinx descent, jack is not normally white. in a lot of cases, people don’t even believe english to be his first language. with these very intentional choices, you are already taking marginalized groups, and giving them a voice. groups, that for most of history, have been shunned, or outright ignored. and to see jack kelly, a character not defined by his parentage or skin color, simply *living*. making choices, mistakes, wrong decisions, without being turned into a performative political message by a major corporation. he’s just jack kelly. and his existence speaks louder than words ever could. 

and all of this can be said before we even mention what else he could represent, could mean to all of us. 

he’s a kid from the streets, or the more modernized foster care. he’s not the sad, lonely, discouraged orphan kid that needs saving. no, jack kelly is going to get off his ass, and do it himself. he’ll run away. earn a living. he is our defiance, he is our rebellion and independence. 

he has dreams, big ones. ones that we relate to. he wants to run to santa fe? well, guess fucking what? we do, too. wants to be given a little respect, a little worth? maybe we relate to that. 

he is the poster child of found family. and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re all pretty big on that in this fandom. 

so, let’s put it this way- jack is a lot of us. most of us, maybe. 

but so is davey. 

davey is a canonically (or maybe not, but I say it’s canon) jewish character. in a world that reeks of antisemitism, that is ridiculously important. he, too, represents more than just himself. there is a whole history of a people hated and brutally punished for simply existing. he is another character who isn’t restricted, forced to be but yet another stereotype or one-note idea, but who just exists. you don’t realize how huge that is. representation and the explicitness of modern media is great, and very much needed. but it is just as powerful, if not more so, to let a character be without making it a display. 

to compound this all, he is the epitome of religious struggles. our davey has internalized homophobia, self-hatred, and more crises in faith than he has time to count. and I would say at least half of the people that I have met in this fandom can identify with one or more of those things. that’s valuable. especially when you consider that a lot of those things are essentially taboo in a number of regards. 

he’s from a working class family. he’s not rich, not swimming in bills. he’s missing school every day to go to work so his family might eat the next week. and that’s a reality for a lot of people. 

putting them together, we have- a man, a person of color, who has seen the shit end of life that a lot of other people do, falling in love with another man, one burdened with mental struggles and a heritage that carries just as much weight as the heaviest, in a time period when it was literally illegal to do so. 

they are people. they are representations. they are silent messages to the world. they are love. they are queer. they are happy. they are a family. they are revolutionary. they aren’t wrong. they aren’t broken. they aren’t hate. 

javey thrives because they are us, and by letting them thrive, we are hoping we will, too. 

(newsies, with more layers and deeper meanings than one could have ever hoped for since 1234)

ta da. 

[teagballs]

send arrested development x reader requests PLEASEEEEE ill do fluff and smut but no angst tyty

[silalcarin]

It's been 7 years since Yuko Mizutani passed away, and yet whenever I watch the OG Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02, it sometimes hurts to hear Sora talk, specifically because I know that Yuko is gone. 😢 She's still deeply missed. And I just love this fanart of Sora gaining angel wings while Taichi (her best friend) and Yamato (her future husband) gently push her towards Heaven.

And, since Yuko died from breast cancer in 2016...

And Toshiko Fujita (the original voice actress for Taichi Yagami in Adventure, Adventure 02, and Xros Wars) also died from breast cancer in 2018...

And Kouji Wada (the singer who performed all of the opening theme songs and some of the closing theme songs and insert songs for Adventure, Adventure 02, Tamers, Frontier, Savers, Xros Wars, and Adventure Tri) died from nasopharynx cancer in 2016, a month before Yuko...

And Takanori Arisawa (the music composer for Adventure, Adventure 02, Tamers, and Frontier) died from bladder cancer in 2005...

All I can say is: FUCK CANCER.

Additionally, since I first started watching Digimon via the English dub, years before I had access to the original Japanese version, I personally want to acknowledge and commemorate the staff members of the English dub who have also passed away:

Paul Gordon (the music composer for the English dub of Adventure, Adventure 02, and Tamers) died from heart disease/heart failure in 2016.

Bob Papenbrook (who played various voice roles for the English dub of Adventure, Adventure 02, Tamers, and Frontier) died from chronic lung problems in 2006.

Mike Reynolds (the original English dub voice actor for Old Gennai in Adventure and Adventure 02, as well as a screenwriter for a few episodes of Adventure) died from undisclosed circumstances in 2022 (although, considering he was 92 when he passed away, it was most likely due to natural causes/old age).

Philece Sampler (the original English dub voice actress for Mimi Tachikawa and Iori Hida in Adventure, Adventure 02, and Adventure Tri, as well as a few smaller roles in Tamers, Frontier, and Savers, such as Alice McCoy and Nanami) died from a heart attack in 2021.

Robert Axelrod (the original English dub voice actor for Wizarmon and Armadimon in Adventure and Adventure 02) died from long-term complications from spinal surgery in 2019.

Michael Lindsay (the original English dub voice actor for Jou Kido and Greymon in Adventure and Adventure 02, as well as Gottsumon in Savers) died from undisclosed circumstances in 2019.

May you all rest in peace. 🙏

[descent-into-savagery]

Javey????

[artemis-fowled]

 my taylor swift song obsessed ass had many thoughts on arrested development + her music and turns out bluth.co.intern on tiktok had the same idea bc wow its all so good

linked some of my faves for anyone whose interested under the cut, but you can find them all here 

Blunder

1. all of the girls you loved before + tony/gob

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7215233662521068802

2. cowboy like me +tony/gob

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7220806766810926343

(one of my favorite taylor songs plus THE love story of all time? hell yeah)

3. august + blunder and sally

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7209296500302679303

4. cruel summer + tony/gob

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7180351762593811714

(he looks up grinning like a devil made me WHEEZE-)

The Bluths

1. the archer +michael 

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7222656143682800903

2. the best day + george michael & michael

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7219693957985406216

(i cried, i miss when the kids were the kids omg)

3. wouldve couldve shouldve + the bluth sibs and their parents

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7207443965010791685

4. getaway car + the bluths

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7183315567607074050

5. mirrorball + gob

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7176643310809910530

6. nothing new + buster, lucille, annyong

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7176271663259045121

7. you’re on your own, kid + michael

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7169590508162010370

phoebe bridgers + ad

1. i know the end + ad

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7209670659553627399

2. funeral- tobias 

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7206322950499355909

3. kyoto + gob

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7201504843687578882

(when i tell you i sobbed)

4. graceland too +maeby

https://www.tiktok.com/@bluth.co.intern/video/7179347078085086465

[astudyinreynolds]

The 2.01 scene where Michael comes to the hospital is so precious to me

[architect-of-the-last-act]

Part I. The Fire of Winter, the Engulfing Snowfall

or alternatively: No fuel is worse than grief.

+ Winter and its snow, fire and its ash. Nothing survived the raging fires, but the following ashfall looked like the first snow. … If you make a wish on that day, does it also come true?

authors below (and a surprise jeremy):

Illustrations from A Stepmother's Marchen | Triumph of Achilles, Louise Glück | War of the Foxes, Richard Siken | Nothing's New, Rio Romero | House of the Dragon | I Know the End, Phoebe Bridgers | Vincent Van Gogh | Never Love An Anchor, The Crane Wives | twitter/x post, lostaffections | F. Scott Fitzgerald | #6, AroarA | My Friend, Hayley Williams | yuki, age thirteen by m.h.w | David Levithan | Unknown | Unknown | The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald | Your Best American Girl, Mitski | Requiem [from Dear Evan Hansen, with modified lyrics fit to Pronoun Showdown, where this version was sung] | Foreigner's God, Hozier | Jennifer S. Cheng | Mirror Traps, Hera Lindsay Bird | The Next Time We Talk on Facebook, Clementine von Radics | The Hours, Michael Cunningham | The Burning, Venetta Octavia | Letters to Felice, Franz Kafka | 29 Days (The Morning You Marry Your True Love), Trista Mateer | Unknown | Habits, Genevieve Stokes | Salt, Nayyirah Waheed | Mabel: Matryoshka, Becca De La Rosa and Mabel Martin | tumblr post, hallow-bird | twitter/x post, lostaffections | Until I started choking on our memories, Tina Tran | 100 Love Sonnets, Pablo Neruda | Cynthia Go | Little Lion Man, Mumford & Sons | twitter/x post, sainticide | Two Minutes, The Amazing Devil

+ more jeremy because i love him dearly:

[ar4chn333]

Michael Bluth x fem reader

“The First Time”

Pre established relationship, p in v, f!ngering, he’s highkey sweet

This is my first time writing smût so lmk what you think & leave suggestions 💕💕💕

The anticipation–like the silence just before a clap of thunder so loud it reverberates in your chest. Michael pushes open the ornate door for you, trailing no more than a foot behind you. A tingly sensation races across your back, hairs standing delightfully on end, skin buzzing as if it somehow knew that tonight was the night. He’d finally allowed himself a day off from work and his tireless struggle to manage his siblings–the practical equivalent of herding cats. On this particular day, he decided to take you to a vintage, beautifully ornate hotel, every wall, curtain, and piece of furniture reminiscent of old Hollywood. Bluth Company had been performing very well recently, so Michael didn’t mind spoiling you a bit, though he would never tell Lindsay, her response surely one accusing Michael of hypocrisy for indulging in luxuries. You two had just gotten home from a relaxing dinner–heart and head buzzing with the lightness of two glasses of wine, generating a gentle heat in your lower abdomen.

Delicately lit, the entire hotel room took on a yellow-orange hue, decorating your surroundings with a golden tint. The door shuts behind you, and Michael gently places his hand on your lower back, guiding you to the back of the suite.

“I loved dinner,” you say softly.

“Me too. You know, I’m still nervous about leaving George Michael with Gob. Hopefully, none of his ‘Gobness’ will rub off,” he says.

“George Michael’s got a good head on his shoulders. I’m sure he’ll prove immune to a small dosage of ‘Gobness.’” You chuckle.

You catch a glimpse of him as he lets out a small laugh, his shoulders relaxing a bit. You had that effect on him–when his world became chaotic, you created a peaceful bubble for him to retreat into. You had a job, but Michael was juggling being a parent, business president, and defacto keeper of his siblings–a much heavier load that you bore. Michael knew it was trite to refer to one’s partner as their “peace,” but it really was true.

You’d started dating him three months earlier and had decided to wait to get intimate–until now. You both knew what was about to happen. He trails after you into the bedroom, a king-size not ten feet from you two; you feel his arm snake around to the front of your torso as your bodies stop in front of the bed frame. With his right hand on your lower stomach, dangerously close to the band of your underwear, he uses his left hand to sweep your hair apart from your neck, breathing softly onto your skin–an action that sends electricity down your spine and directly into your panties. Pressing your body into him with the back of your head draped over his shoulder, you invite him to kiss the tender skin of your neck. His soft lips make contact, making their way up and down the length of your neck, your hand reaching up to grab a fistful of his brown hair. He lets out an ever-so-soft sound–almost that of a purr, and his kissing grows deeper, the texture of his stubble grazes along your skin as his mouth opens and closes to savor your taste.

You feel him through his pants as your back arches, hips pressing into his. Unable to hold off any longer, you spin around, lips crashing into his, their pace accelerating quickly. Pulling your lower back towards his torso, he slips a leg between your thighs, causing you to let out an airy moan directly into his mouth. He carefully unzips your dress at the sound, slowly reaching up to the spaghetti straps before pulling back briefly and looking at you directly–eyes glazed with desire. You nod, giving him permission to go further. He pulls the straps off, and you shimmy the dress to the floor. Michael takes a moment to admire you.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, y/n. You know that?”

The compliment, though appreciated, causes a wave of shyness to wash over you, your arms sliding up to cover your bare chest. Gently pulling your hands away, Michael pulls you into another kiss, his right hand caressing your breast, an action that sends a chill down the front of your abdomen. Feeling a bit exposed at the loss of your dress, your heart began to pound faster, feelings of giddy nervousness compounding the heat building between your legs.

God, he wanted you. He’d waited three agonizing months, and now you were his. Your soft skin radiating with heat, he felt like a fucking animal–every cell in his body urging him to devour you whole. But he knew he had to be gentle, mirroring your pace exactly as to make sure you knew you were safe.

He pulls your hips up onto him hungrily; you jump and wrap your legs around his body, one hand occupied with a tuft of hair and the other sliding against the stubble on his jaw, holding his face close as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Leaning over you, he drops you carefully on the bed, your thighs still splayed around his hips, your calves pulling his body delightfully closer to yours. The sheer weight of him pressing against you is enough to make you moan softly into his mouth, legs beginning to tremble ever so slightly at the taste of him. As he sits up to unbutton his shirt, you follow. “Let me,” you coo, shakily undoing the buttons, a painfully slow process. You catch him looking at you as you peel his shirt off, quickly lifting up his white undershirt. Crawling on top of you, the bare skin of his chest makes contact with yours, igniting a tingling heat in your clit as you feel the hardness of his manhood directly over the fabric of your panties. Sliding down, his mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking as you moan, gently scratching his back. You hold his head against your chest, immersed in the feeling of his warm mouth on your breasts and hands running up and down your ribs. Waves of icy, tingly heat pulse through your midsection, so intense Michael can practically feel them through your skin–a testament to your want for him. Impatient and ready for more, “I’m ready for you,” you sigh. His blue eyes make contact with yours, and without hesitation, his hand reaches down to cup your mound as you buck into the pressure. He watches as your jaw drops, making way for a sharp inhale in reaction to his touch. Letting out a shuddering breath, he slides your panties to the side and slowly swipes a finger through your folds, causing you to let out a small yelp–you weren't usually this sensitive, and you couldn’t help but express the pleasure he brought you. Loving every sound you make, his middle and ring finger make their way to circle your clit, the space between your thighs raging with heat. You don’t care who hears your rugged breaths and cries of pleasure; your world only consists of him right now–he makes sure of it. Hands occupied, his mouth makes its way back to your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as you writhe beneath him. Your moans follow the rhythm of his fingers, hearing the sounds of his fingers against your folds, a damp spot on the sheets forming underneath you. “You’re so wet for me, beautiful,” he whispers, pushing with more force onto your clit. A knot forms in your stomach–a ball of heat that causes you to call out his name, nails digging forcefully into the flesh of his back, his panting and soft moans in your ears, making you feel as though you’d merged bodies. Though your eyes close, you feel him looking at you as pulses of electricity overtake your body, legs shaking violently on either side of his arm, yelps ringing through the room, chants of his name devolving into unintelligible noises.

He doesn’t leave you much time to recover. Still in a haze, you hear the clinking of his belt as he unfastens his pants, which soon crash onto the floor. Climbing on top of you once more, you pull his hips closer to yours with your ankles, feeling his tip at your entrance. Grabbing him like a python, you trace his head to your clit and back to your entrance. “Fuck, you feel good,” he growls, arms settling around you. Aligning with your entrance, his hips begin their descent toward yours, his tip pushing inside you; he inhales sharply, gasping at the sensation of your walls against his member. The pitch of your moans heighten as he fills the space inside of you. You fucking love the feeling of his body inside of yours. His delicious guttural moans fill the room while his hips rock against yours. Desperately holding his body against you, you look down as he begins to push deeper and harder inside of you. Feeling a knot return to your abdomen, you lock eyes with him. “Let me ride you,” you coo into his ear. Thrusting your hips up, you push him over onto his back and waste no time in mounting his hips again, watching his breathless expression as you push his cock inside of you. Bouncing, you take every inch of him. “y/n, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, brows furrowed as you pick up the pace. Legs burning, you lean towards him, soaking in every carnal sound you elicit from him as he begins to come undone. The knot in your stomach once again unravels, sending waves of heat coursing through your body, your moans colliding with his in the air around you.

Laying limp on top of him, you regain your wits, smiling and letting out a giggle as he does the same. “Holy shit,” he says as you roll off of him. “Holy shit,” you repeat with another giggle, basking in the afterglow. Wordless, you look at each other for a moment, oxytocin running rampant in your headspaces at the sight. “I’m really glad you took the day off,” you say sweetly. “Me too,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

These women were all it’s big enough for 2000s Ohh Big bud got that big, There’s not been flamed like it since, I mean when Michael Jackson Madonna Prince and all that were big Michael Jackson there was no bigger level of fame he almost had a renaissance from the golden age of Hollywood really. But then Brittany came out Christina and the rest and it turned into the 2000s. that we say fondly look back on today, as our renaissance.

And Brittany she worked so damn hard since the little girl OnStar search. With a mother who wasn’t an amazing stage mother but they were poor they were from Louisiana. and this little girl works really hard. coming from a family that didn't always get on like Lindsay Lohan she worked really hard to get where she got and to be honest I used to think this person was different from these two.

And to be honest it’s probably the class thing and I’m talking about no one else but Paris Hilton, add to the billion dollar Hilton brand.

This woman has worked her tiny little **** of.

I need to see it with all our brands her perfumes her beauty all things like that. And being the character Paris Hilton it's a big part of the act the blue eyed, the wide baby voice with her little animals like tinkerbell. Who at the time was one of the most sport dogs in Hollywood.

Then you have Nicole Richie hey when she used to get her colorful hair extension she'd get her dog to have them too now how crazy is that and this was from a proper hash noticed you did people have honestly it’s not as bad as it sounds and I wanna get it done to my dog Oh oh. See Paris Hilton and Britney Spears had national connect for each other in making the other one more famous Paris by taking Brittany out to the club in the nicest cars etcetera. I’m Britney for just being Brittany next to Paris. And of course you have the famous paparazzi picture the bimbo convention.

This is probably one of the most expensive paparazzi pictures, I’m guessing. If only we knew what Brittany was going through during the conservatorship years we do now. This is why it’s freed her but has it because she’s been in the shackles so long that I don’t think she knows the difference anymore, and you could say that. I remember when she was on The X Factor, and I think it was in 2008 latest 2009, and she didn’t talk about it at the time. I found that weird for a pop star. I mean, I wouldn’t either because I’m autistic and I don’t like talking anymore This is why I write. Anyway, she didn’t talk to the host Dermot O’Leary.So yeah she was working really hard in the conservative ship yes, and this is what I think the Kardashians tried to do with Kanye and This is why he’s gone out of the psychist little bit and become really eccentric. and they know damn well that he could release the vault of secrets about them at any time which would not be good for the brands. Chris does not need anyone like that who could let the side down at anytime.

No with that Mars in Libra labour is all about appearances as we know. and Kim’s, success would be nothing without Paris being her .

Closet organizer and making money from selling different celebrity stuff on eBay I’m meeting people like Jonathan who is a celebrity publicist,,. I was watching this really old program from probably like 2006 to 2009 all about when Ferran cotton meets Paris Hilton

, and Paris seems like the kind of girl that you would like to be your friend she’s not how she seems on TV she’s actually quite shy and sweet and you see her vulnerabilities.. I actually really like her I never used to when I was younger because I felt intimidated by her I’m not gonna lie

As I know girls reach generation often do about some of the latest starlets… cause you compare yourself to this person who has all the money in the world to look how they can look who have people on hand and you want to be like them.

But I don’t know about you don’t get me wrong I’d love to be rich but fame that’s a whole nother kettle of fish.

The same way it’s done to Britney they overworked her. Made it hard for her to live like a normal browser. No, no more people are great because I understand that I feel like I can’t, but if I was that famous too,o, I can’t even imagine… So there you go, that’s how I feel about the situation. I’m just glad Britney has some kind of peace in her life. It would be lovely if she had a relationship with her sons. But who knows, watch this space, I guess.

[mydemondetoxmanual]

this is like a deep cut from an old fandom so bear with me.

Man I was scrolling through all the old Achievement Hunter posts. I have stuff going backto like 2012 and even before that. God listening to old audios and videos and looking at old gif sets…

They were everything to me. Michael, Gavin, Geoff, Jack, Ray, and even (yes I’m going to mention him) Ryan. There was Lindsay and Matt Jeremy and Kdin and Adam Ellis. Trevor and Caleb.

The first Vs episode. The first Play Pals. Lazer Team. X-ray and Vav. RWBY. RvB.

There’s so many let’s plays that I rewatch a couple times of year. Play Pals Outlast (1&2). Play pals Super Bunny Man. Let’s play 3d Ultra Minigolf. Let’s Play Family Feud. Uno the Movie. All of the rage quits.

But I forgot how much they were like a family. They genuinely have a shit about each other. Even beyond the Gavin/Michael bromance they all cared so much. And it all went to shit because of Ryan.

I don’t fully believe they would have stayed golden forever even without the incident. They would haves faded just like they are now. Hell Achievement Hunter doesn’t even exsist anymore. It’s been announced that’s it officially retired and they started a new channel.

I watched it live and die. Ray left, and Geoff pulled way back to personal issues. The Ryan incident. Jeremy leaving for personal issues. Gavin pulling wayyyy back (I’m not even sure he’s still involved in any capacity anymore.) Matt being fired (which was bullshit and I’ll die on that hill). Jack is still there.

The amount of shows they started and cancelled. Always open got cancelled again just a couple of days ago. They can’t hold an audience anymore. It makes me sad. Their old videos have 2+ million views on individual videos. Now you’re hard pressed to find one break 100k.

Like idk. Nostalagia is a bitch I guess. To me, they’re stilling in that shitty office with their desks on top of each other. Michael is yelling at Gavin, Gavin is making the loudest bird squawking noise you’ve ever heard, Jack is affectionate laughing while working, Geoff is laughing hysterically in a corner about to piss his pants, Ray is trying to get away from the carnage while also film them, and Ryan is laughing in the doorway wondering what he just walked in on.

I don’t man I wish it was 2014 and they’re was a new Minecraft LP and GTA LP to look forward to every week.

[sofya-fanfics]

It's Been A Long Time

Fandom : That '90s Show

Relationship : Jackie x Steven

My Fictober 2024 contribution for the prompt : “it’s been a long time”.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Jackie was about to put her hand on the handle of the glass kitchen door when it suddenly opened. She was so absorbed in the fact that Donna had returned that she had not paid attention to the person behind the door. She froze, in shock. He was the last person she expected to see.

“Steven !” she managed to utter.

“Jackie,” he said indifferently.

Disclaimer : That '90s Show belongs to Bonnie Turner, Terry Turner, Gregg Mettler and Lindsay Turner.

@fictober-event

AO3 / FF.NET

Jackie parked in front of the Formans house. It was official, Donna and Leia had moved in Point Place for good. Every time Donna came to town, they only saw each other briefly. From now on, they would be able to see each other whenever they wanted, like before. And even if Jackie would never admit it to anyone, she was happy to see her best friend again.

It was Jay who had informed her that Donna had just arrived. As soon as he had told her the news, Jackie had rushed into her car and had driven to the Formans house.

She went behind the house to enter the kitchen. It was a habit she had had for years when she spent her days in the Formans basement with her friends.

Now it was her son and his friends' turn. Years go by, but some things never change.

She was about to put her hand on the handle of the glass kitchen door when it suddenly opened. She was so absorbed in the fact that Donna had returned that she had not paid attention to the person behind the door. She froze, in shock. He was the last person she expected to see.

“Steven !” she managed to utter.

“Jackie,” he said indifferently.

There was a silence for a few seconds that Steven finally broke.

“It's been a long time.”

Jackie refrained from giving a scathing answer. Was that all he had found to say to her ? Yes, it had been a long time. Almost twenty years. Twenty years without giving any news, without knowing where he was, or what had happened to him. She suspected he must have kept in touch with Mr. and Mrs. Forman. Maybe with Eric and Donna. Of course, she could not blame him. They had broken off long before he left.

“Indeed,” she finally answered. “Are you here for a long time ?”

“I just came to pay Mr. and Mrs. Forman a visit. I was about to leave.”

So quickly, she thought. It did not surprise her. Why would he bother to stay, when he had done everything he could to disappear from her life.

“Bye Jackie.”

He walked past her and headed for the exit. Why, Jackie wondered. Why was her heart beating so fast when he did not seem to care about seeing her again ? Why were all the feelings she thought she had forgotten for him resurfacing ? She was happy with Michael, well, most of the time. And Jay was what she had more precious in her life. Yet, just one word, one look from Steven and she knew she would fall in love with him again.

“Steven !”

Jackie opened her eyes wide, surprised by her action. She had called him without thinking, without knowing what she was going to say to him. He turned round, waiting for her to speak. Jackie took a deep breath and said :

“It was nice to see you.”

“It was nice to see you too.”

He smiled at her and continued his way. It was then that Jackie understood that this unexpected meeting had troubled him as much as it had her. She also understood that it was impossible for her to fall in love with Steven again, since she had never stopped loving him. But Steven was part of her past while Michael and Jay were her present and her future. She watched him walk away, until he disappeared, and she entered the Formans’ kitchen.

Over the years, she had often imagined what her reunion with Steven would be like. Now, she could turn the page on this period of her life and continue moving along with Michael.

The end

[teagballs]

desperate | gob bluth x reader

im down so bad for this man... LMAO

cw: thigh riding, p in v, small amount of praise i think, fem pronouns used, short

nsfw below the cut!!!!

it was just the two of you in the model home. a very rare instance considering the crowded family. michael was at work, maeby and george michael at school and lindsay was supporting tobias at another audition he definitely wouldn't secure. just you and gob, sitting beside eachother watching tv in the living room. but something was off. something was growing in you. maybe it was your subconscious telling you to take advantage of the vacant house or perhaps the way that gob was laying, revealing some of his toned torso that got you so riled up. nevertheless you could feel yourself growing more and more exasperated. he hadn't noticed the glances you had been taking, far too engrossed in the show on tv. but you couldn't take it. you needed him.

you started slow, trying to get his attention. you moved closer to him, your legs now touching. he just shifted his arm around you. the closeness made you grow even more amorous. you kissed his cheek lightly.

"what was that for?" he questioned, not in a mean way, just confused.

"i just.. missed you." you replied breathlessly. he still wasn't taking the hint.

gob shuffled a little more, his shirt lifting to uncover more of his abdomen. shit. it was too much.

you kissed his cheek again, then moved down to his lips, then, started to trail down his neck and collarbone. oh. he finally got it.

"ohh, so you missed me that much?" he groaned and smirked down at you. "well why don't you come show me how much you've missed me then?" his voice husky.

you looked at him, a little confused. he patted his thigh, signalling for you to come sit. you blushed.

you made yourself comfortable, knees on each side of his leg for support.

"go on then, show me." as he spoke he lightly jolting his thigh upwards, providing some friction to your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper. the action was enough motivation for you to begin rocking back at forth, desperate for some relief. it was hard to get through clothed material, though.

you arched your back, contiuning to rock and let out small moans and mewls.

gob whispered out gentle praise and encouragement, 'you like that?', 'keep going.', 'good girl', 'you look so hot like this.'

his words threw you over the edge, leaning your head back and letting out a string of moans and 'yes, yes!' as you came.

gob enveloped you in a kiss, wet and hungry. "im sure that wasn't as good as the real thing." he teased. "wouldn't you want that instead?"

"please." you softly begged.

gob was also craving, evident by his hard cock, forming a tight tent in his trousers. he couldn't tease any longer, he couldn't wait. he swiftly gripped your hips and dragged you beneath him. he frantically pulled you trousers and your now soaked underwear off, carelessly throwing them somewhere. he pulled his own trousers down, then his underwear. his dick sprang free. leaking pre-cum, aching. he pumped himself a few time before spreading your legs and thrusting into you.

he tried to start slow but his movements quickly became more hurried and sloppy. he reached a hand up your shirt to grope your tits. he groaned in your ear. he was loud, even whimpering at the way you clenched around him though he would never admit to it later. his thrusts grew sporadic.

"i'm- m'gonna" he slurred before quickly pulling out and cumming on your shirt. you came once more, moaning, clenching around nothing, thankfully.

he lay ontop of you, panting before sitting up and pulling you into his chest.

"you still miss me now?" he asked, smirking. he was trying to sound alluring. it came off a little stupid. you smiled.