#just watched tinkerbell and the secret of the wings

[caprisun89bakerstreet]

LET ME LIVE IN PIXIE HOLLOW PLEEEEAASEEE IM BEGGING YOU UNIVERSE I’M A FAIRY I SWEAR I’M A WATER FAIRY

[notjustjavierpena]

Tink

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A/N: This is so many days late but I promise that it is worth it. I hope you enjoy a broken heart.

Summary: You leave a Halloween party to go see Joel but it turns into a horror show when conversation between you takes a poor turn.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, secret relationship, dad’s best friend, possessiveness, daddy kink, lots of pet names, alcohol consumption, dirty and dark Tinkerbell roleplay, dirty talk, ass smacks!!!, clit stim, fingering, squirting, doggy style, overstim, tears, rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, angst, fighting, no happy ending.

Word count: 9.9k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60461590

Tink

You’re readjusting the straps on your pale gold stilettos as Joel slips into your childhood bedroom. He has gone unnoticed by the rest of the people in the house like he always does, having mastered the art of sneaking around since the beginning of your little fling. This is even as he has gotten far bolder over the summer, especially over the last month when you told him you loved him. It fills him with a carefreeness that he hasn’t felt in years, a feeling unlocked from his teenage days that he was so sure his body had forgotten by now. However, it doesn’t mean that he is careful not to disturb the noise downstairs as he clicks the door shut. 

You’re standing in front of the full-body mirror just opposite the door, bent over as you undo your shoe strap to tighten it slightly. Joel feels like a damn dog as he lets his eyes skim up your beautiful legs, letting his gaze wander over the body he has come to know so well before it eventually settles on your strutting ass. 

You are wearing a Tinkerbell costume, its green satin fabric hugging your curves like it has been specially tailored to your body. You have chosen a version of the fae that he doesn’t quite remember from the movie he used to watch with Sarah; the neckline dips way low, the straps are tucked away into the top to expose your chest and shoulders, and the hemline of the skirt barely reaches your mid-thigh which he is sure that a twirl will reveal your underwear to the world, something that makes his jaw tighten when you should be for his eyes only. And then there are the wings; pale, translucent and with tiny flecks of gold in them. You may be demanding attention from people other than him but despite being sexy and driving him wild, you mostly look cute. It makes him smile affectionately as he takes a moment to gather himself instead of being completely overtaken by the need to possess. 

You are lost in your own world, clearly not expecting anyone to come in, so it takes you by surprise when he pads across the room to lay his hands on your hips without announcing his presence. He swallows hard as he sees the two of you in the mirror, imitating something far more explicit than what he is actually doing. 

His touch startles you, eliciting a small gasp from you as you feel him caress on top of the fabric of your dress. He curls his fingers into it, fighting the urge to lift it and see what kind of panties you’re wearing underneath. 

“You frightened me,” you say but there’s no accusation in your tone. Instead, he can hear that you’re happy to see him and his hands stay on your body, only going up to your waist, as you straighten, “Where does Dad think you are this time?”

“Restroom,” he answers simply and lets his palms move to lay on your tummy. He leans his head over your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror with a soft smile. When he speaks, it is with paternity lacing his voice, “Ya goin’ out like that?”

“He might think you have bladder issues soon, old man. You can’t just barge in each time you want some sugar,” you tease him, eyes sparkling in competition with the glitter on your blush-covered cheeks. Joel leans in to kiss your neck. He nibbles along your pulse point, inhaling deeply to breathe you in as he reaches where you’ve applied your sweet perfume.

“You smell so good, little fae,” he says instead of acknowledging your jab at his age, the tip of his nose skimming along the delicate column of your throat. Shamelessly, he grabs the hem of your dress and lifts it just enough to start something between the two of you that he cannot finish, “What’ve you got under here?” 

“Joel,” you say with fake outrage and tut disapprovingly. The both of you know that he’ll fuck you at some point tonight. Still, you make a statement out of grabbing his much bigger hands and removing them from your dress. You stretch his arms out in front of you both to keep him out of reach but he is so much stronger than you, manhandling you easily until he catches you in an embrace from behind. Being caged against his broad chest makes you giggle so goddamn heavenly, his body responding with interest in getting you on your back.

“You didn’t answer my question, Princess,” he whispers into your ear, letting his breath tickle your skin until you shiver. 

“About?” You light up the room when you smile innocently at him in the mirror and God, if it doesn’t make his heart nearly leap out of his chest. Your eyes are wide, your grin mischievous. 

“If you’re goin’ out like that,” he tightens his arms around you, focusing on the softness of your palms in his rough ones. He isn’t letting you go before you give him an answer.

“I am,” you lean back into his chest, turning your head away from the mirror to glance up at him through your lashes. You are in the mood to dare tease even further, “Don’t you like it?”

“You know I do. Too much actually,” he murmurs back at you as he takes in your costume once more in the mirror. He notices that you bite your lip as he ogles you, tilting back and forth on your feet while you let him eat you with his eyes. When he finds that you aren’t looking at yourself but rather still batting your eyes up at him, he reaches up to cup your jaw. He turns your face to the mirror, “I’d like it much more behind these walls.”

“I’m not staying here,” you say. Joel lets out an annoyed sigh and shakes his head as if to argue but his head isn’t in it. He feels somewhat secure when your voice sounds a little out of breath, “Besides, you know I’ll always come back home to you. No one makes me feel like you do.”

“You better, sweetheart,” he can almost imagine you shrinking down and flying around in his close proximity just to tease him. He finally moves you around in his arms until you are face-to-face with him and then, still holding you by your chin, he leans in to capture your mouth in a kiss that’s slower and deeper than usual. He brushes your soft tongue with his own, kissing you like he is claiming you and hopefully reminding you of what awaits back home. 

When he pulls back, you’ve gone dumb. There’s a vacancy in your eyes, a dazed look that tells you just how ready you are to melt into him and forget about everything else. Joel would love to keep you home but he’ll settle for the satisfaction he feels from looking at you blink rapidly, “Still with us, little fae?”

“Barely,” you admit with an embarrassed smile. 

“Go have fun,” he encourages with a little smirk and, albeit reluctantly, lets you go but not before giving your ass a playful smack and causing you to yelp quietly, “Before I change my mind.”

“Bye, Daddy,” you whisper to taunt him as you leave out the door, and Joel has to stay behind for several minutes to get his aching cock to flag down. It doesn’t take long since he is an expert now, has learned to join the party downstairs without any trace of what he has been doing to his best friend’s daughter. 

—

The party has been going on for a few hours now, with costumes ranging from elaborate to barely there. The crowd of people crammed into the tiny house is buzzing with exciting fun, resulting in happy bursts of laughter bouncing off the walls along with the music, both of which get louder as drinks are consumed. Yet no matter how many times your friends cause you to throw your head back to laugh along and no matter the three drinks you already have in your system, your mind plays tricks on you and continuously goes back to Joel. The way he had kissed you goodbye earlier still feels imprinted on your lips, haunting you like a ghost and causing your skin to buzz, your thighs to press together. Nothing seems to get you out of this trance, not even the lingering eyes caused by the dangerous hemline of your Tinkerbell costume. The attention feels good, sure, but it is nothing compared to the way Joel makes you feel when he looks at you. 

You take a sip from your fourth drink. You’re supposed to be out having fun, dancing and drinking, but you can think of nothing else than leaving this place and going to his, only so you can slip back into that familiar embrace where you belong, only so you can feel his calloused hands grab your hips as he drags you down onto his—

“Who is he?” You look up to find your best friend staring at you with a knowing smirk. Hannah awaits an answer, quite a few more drinks in than you. She is dressed as a Poison Ivy, complete with green painted skin (which has been smudged off on every surface she’s touched) and her red hair decorated with plastic leaves she has cut off from a fake plant. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask innocently but you betray yourself by not being able to maintain eye contact with her. Your cheeks are warm but if she asks, you’ll say it is due to the alcohol. 

“You’re staring off again,” she notes and her eyes grow more devious. She points the straw from her drink at you and tiny splashes of homemade daiquiri fly in your direction, “I didn’t fly home and go to this party with you to not hear about who you are having sex with.” 

“Who says I am having sex?” You ask with comical indifference which accidentally reveals you in your lie. You rub off a spot of red liquid from your arm, “I’m not.”

“Please,” she dismisses your statement by waving a hand and moving closer to you on the couch. She talks loudly over the music, “You’re either getting continuously laid by some great secret boyfriend or I need to take notice of your skincare routine since you’re practically glowing.”

“Hey, keep it down. I don’t need anyone but you to know,” you shush her with a finger pressed to your lips. There’s no way you’re telling her that your secret boyfriend is Joel Miller… but right now, with alcohol in your bloodstream, it is tempting to let someone else in on the secret that’s been eating at you since June. Perhaps even to brag a little bit.

“You’re acting like seeing a guy is some forbidden romance,” Hannah sighs dramatically but when you smile and shrug, she narrows her eyes just a second before they go wide, “Wait, it is?”

“It’s a secret… because he’s a lot older,” you lean in to make the conversation more private, taking Hannah’s drink out of her hand in case the excitement that looms underneath her surface will make her spill the red liquid onto you. 

Her eyes are nearly bulging out of her skull, “Like how much older are we talking? Silver fox?”

“Old enough to remember dial-up internet and hate my music?” You test the waters and watch her process your words, not sure if her reaction is going to be one of shock or enthusiasm. However, with the amount of questionable things Hannah has gotten herself into over the years, you are more certain that it’ll be the latter. One can never know though. After all, right now you are keeping out the earth-shaking detail that the guy you give your nights to is your father’s very best friend.

A satisfied smile spreads on her face, slowly because she’s intoxicated, “So you’re telling me that you - the girl with a history of pissant boyfriends - have a mature, well-seasoned man in your grasp?” 

You giggle, happiness bubbling up at Hannah’s silly wording but your heartbeat thrums underneath your ribs because how Joel makes you feel is nowhere near previous flirtations; it’s intense, it’s all-consuming, and has you tossing and turning whenever. You can feel your cheeks ache from smiling. With a groan, you lean forward to bump your forehead against her shoulder. 

You earn an embrace in return, squeezed by the arm around your shoulder, “Or maybe he has you in his grasp?”

“I think it’s serious, Hannah, I love him,” you whisper in the crook of her neck just loud enough for her to hear you over the noise around you. There’s a gentle vulnerability in being nearly four drinks in and confessing your love - even if it’s words tumbling out of your mouth - for a boy to your person, the one who came through and gave you her approval without hesitation despite the scandal. 

Hannah pulls back a little, excitement on her face instead of shock. She has always had a tendency to live vicariously through you whenever something exciting happens, and it comes across when she urges you away, “Then what are you doing sitting here with me?” 

“Uhh, spending time with my best friend?” You straighten and raise a brow, stifling a grin.

She rolls her eyes playfully, “We’ve known each other since middle school. I’m sure I can survive a night without you if it means you getting with your mystery man. He’s apparently the love of your life judging by the amount of smiling you’ve done since we started talking about him. Who is it anyway?”

From her tone, you can hear she tries to sound nonchalant about the question at the end. However, the relief of talking to her about your affair with someone off-limits makes you a little too bold, too nonchalant yourself.

“I am seriously putting my life on the line here, so you have to promise not to tell anyone,” you stress, leaning in as far as you can while still looking at her. Your heart races in your chest, your eyes locked onto her widened ones. 

“Of course, of course! Cross my heart and all that,” Hannah sits up a little, almost imitating the way a cat’s ears perk up, “Spill!”

“Joel Miller,” you confess to your sins but much to your surprise, you don’t burst into flames and there is no sound of a record scratch before everyone looks at you in horror. In fact, it feels surprisingly easy and light to tell her. 

Hannah processes the name for a moment before her eyes widen just the tiniest bit more, “Wait what?! Joel Miller as in your dad’s buddy?!”

“Keep it down,” you hiss and shush, “I think someone upstairs didn’t hear you.”

“Sorry,” she is flustered, lowering her voice theatrically, “But this is huge. I mean… Does your dad know?”

You furrow your brow, “Of course, he doesn’t. He’d murder Joel if he found out. Lifetime imprisonment because of manslaughter style.”

Hannah nods in understanding. However, she still seems deep in thought, “But how does that even happen? You’re like… seriously off-limits, aren’t you? That’s bro-code even for boomers.”

“I don’t know,” you murmur as you recall, your voice taking on a dreamy note, “Just kinda happened. I was having a really difficult time at college and he just— he told me all the right things, then one thing led to another… He makes me feel things that I didn’t even know I needed. I know it’s wrong but—“

“Wrong? You’re a grown woman,” Hannah tuts, “Go see him. What’s the worst thing that could happen? That you probably end up having mind-blowing sex with an experienced man?” 

“You’re really sure it’s okay?” You ask but you are already getting out of your seat next to her. You start absentmindedly fixing your clothes to make sure you look like something out of Joel’s deepest fantasy, straightening out a squashed fairy wing and curling your hair around a finger to make it bounce into place. 

“Jesus, look at you,” she laughs at the way you fuss, “It would be classified as torture if I didn’t let you go, so go! See your silver fox, but just text me when you’re there.”

“I will, thank you, Hannah,” you beam. 

You leave her with giddiness and make excuses to your other friends about a ‘family thing’ when they appear bummed out that you are heading home. The air outside in Texas is still hot in October but you can’t feel warm without Joel’s arms around you. 

You're so sure that your heart says his name as it beats in your chest when you leave for him. 

Joel, Joel, Joel.

—

You stand by his front door not half an hour later, having checked that your parents’ car is not parked in his driveway. The house is quiet except for the soft glow of the floor lamp in his living room and the TV’s light flickering through the curtains. You take it as evidence that he is still awake. 

Just before you knock, you shoot Hannah a text, telling her that you’re here with five exclamation points and she types a barely coherent message back at you. She also wishes you good luck which you know you won’t need because the man opening his front door is so whipped for you. 

Joel says your name in surprise, quickly checking to see if anyone is watching as you twirl on his doorstep in your little green dress. The booze in your blood is making you more courageous than normal even if you aren’t anywhere near plastered. You step inside his house without permission but he doesn’t seem bothered as you saunter into his living room, your heels clicking as you step over the doorstep. He has turned off the TV, almost as if he knew that it was you behind his front door and therefore there would be no more time for lounging. 

“How much has Tink had to drink tonight?” He asks when closing the door. You don’t give him much time to do anything else as you enter his personal space again, caging him hungrily against the door to kiss him with all the heat in your body. 

“Not nearly enough for you to stop touching her, Peter,” you let him know as you take a quick breath, too excited for what he can give you if he allows himself remember to inhale through your nose. You rush back into making out with him but he holds you just out of reach, fingers digging into your shoulders. 

“Peter? I don’t think so, Tink,” he grumbles, large hands sliding down the length of your arms until he can rest them on your hips. His touch makes your cunt clench, desire stirring even further inside of you as you make a mess in your panties. 

“But…” You press your thighs together without any shame. 

Joel holds your waist firmly but then goes further down to cup the tops of your thighs underneath the satin skirt. His hands squeeze obscenely, denting your jiggling skin while his eyes have gone dark to indicate his lust. His fingers are calloused and warm as they graze upon where your panties hug your ass, “Peter ain’t never had the guts to get his hands on Tinkerbell like this. Lemme show ya what a man does to his own, personal little fae.”

He then drags your body against himself to let you feel every inch of him, the outline of his already hardening cock underneath his usual jeans. There’s no way he fucked you silly just a few days ago because your pussy reacts like it’s been craving him for days. 

“This is what good fairies get stuffed with. If they can handle the stretch,” he chuckles darkly. You moan longingly, brows furrowing to make you look slightly dumb as you suddenly become aware of how empty you feel, how much you need him to fill you out and stretch you to the brim. You had marched over here to be alluring to the point of control over him but he touches you and your mind blanks. He won’t fuck you here, told you last time that he prefers his bed so he can take his time. 

“Bedroom. Now, please,” you whine pathetically and reluctantly take a step back. He nods, allowing you to lead him upstairs. You take his hand before it falls to his side from your hip, dragging him through the house and earning a smack to your ass with the hand you aren’t holding. You yelp a little, gush a little more.

By the time you reach his bed, your head is spinning with how horny you are and your belly is swirling with heat. You drop down onto it, bouncing slightly on the mattress and he stands between your legs with delicious authority. 

“Lay back and let Daddy take care of his baby,” he commands but his voice is somehow both soft, harsh, and dirty. He watches you lower yourself onto your back, the glittering wings of your costume spread out beneath you and fluttering slightly as you wiggle your hips when tugging up your dress. 

Joel smiles with pride. He lays a warm hand on your knee, slowly gliding it up until his palm rests against your core, and touches you carefully through the fabric. 

“You gotta tell me somethin’,” he whispers with his eyes focused on yours, not needing to see what he is doing because he knows your body so well. He feels how damp your underwear has become, the sensation pulling a low moan from the back of his throat. You nod, words embarrassingly failing you when you are so overcome by your body’s need to have him where you need him the most. However, he is expertly avoiding your clit for now, clearly wanting to get his sentence out before your attention is lost. 

“A little birdie told me that when a man keeps his fae excited and happy, she produces a little extra magic down there, sparklin’ so prettily for him,” he tightens his grip between your legs when your hips start moving on their own accord. He holds you down, rubbing you closer to properly now but it’s still not enough to build anything to a crescendo. However, there’s an urgency to the way he touches you, a mix of frustration and relief now that you’re back here with him, 

“Only for those who know how to bring it out of her,” you finally manage a coherent sentence, a teasing one even, but your breath stutters through it. Your clit pulses in time with your heartbeat by now and as if he has heard your prayers, his thumb finally presses down on the hard little nub before going in mind-altering circles. 

“Then I just gotta make sure I show ya that I am the only one who can make enough magic spill from you to light up this whole damn house,” he growls, using his fingers expertly until you are on the brink of coming, “And every bit of that magic, honey? It’s mine. I ain’t stoppin’ until you’re glowing, little fae.”

You come so hard that your mind blocks out all other senses for a split second, your pussy going off into spasms that have you arching your back like you might actually float off the bed. You whimper at the oversensitivity that he teases out of you with featherlight touches. 

He pushes your pelvis down when it lifts itself up and snaps without anger in his voice. Instead, his voice is laced with lust, an octave deeper and threatening, “No moving away or I’ll pluck your pretty little wings off.”

The threat makes you moan, eyes widening as you stare at his face like a trapped animal. You can see how much Joel’s eyes darken at your reaction, unable to understand how he hasn’t ripped your panties yet to screw your brains out. 

“Wouldn’t want that, would ya? Unable to fly away?” He smirks deviously and draws back to undo your golden stilettos, his hand that isn’t working the lock holding your calf firmly. He presses kisses to your ankle too and is so delicate with your shoes even as he drops them onto the floor. 

“No,” you whimper and shake your head. You can’t bear telling him the truth which is that you want nothing more than being a wingless little fae, completely at his mercy. You imagine being tied to the bed with nothing to keep him from using you how he pleases and your chest feels alight. 

Teasingly, you slide your foot up along his arm until you can rest it comfortably on his shoulder. He allows it and turns his head to kiss just below your ankle in response.

“Then be a good girl and stay right where Daddy put you,” he rasps, letting his strong hands glide up the length of your legs. He squeezes your thighs gently as he passes over them, a part of your body that he would categorize as his favorite if you asked him to choose. When he inches his fingertips up under your skirt, the anticipation in the air nearly makes your body want to crawl away because what you will get from him will be too much. You shiver when he starts tugging your panties down, the white lace impossibly damp right at where your pussy has sat. 

When he drags them all the way off, lifting the leg on his shoulder briefly, his eyes settle right between your thighs. You clench involuntarily at being watched, slick dripping onto his bed sheets as you pulse for his gaze. He lets out a low groan, his hands gripping your hips as he stares without shame, taking in every inch of you as you are laid bare for him. The sight of the heat he’ll slide into has his jaw tightening, his breathing growing irregular. When he is satisfied with his inspection, his eyes lift and he gives you a look that could melt you right into the bed. 

“Look at this little pussy. It’s glistenin’ f’me, the magic’s pouring from it,” he says while he slides his fingers through your folds with slow and tantalizing strokes, the leftovers of your last orgasm still lingering as he taps your clit and causes you to squeak. 

“Yeah? Does it look pretty for you?” You ask deliriously and catch your bottom lip between your teeth to whine, lifting your hips up despite the rules and basically presenting your cunt like a gift. 

“So goddamn pretty, little fae. Do you want me to touch it properly this time? Inside to make those wings flutter?“ Joel’s threat is apparently less serious now that he’s got a glimpse between your legs. He turns his wrist so he can hook his fingers upward, rubbing your cunt teasingly around where you want him to sink into. He enters you to the first knuckle, applying the slightest pressure inside of you, only to draw back and make you lose your mind. 

“You’re teasing me,” you state the obvious, breathless and squirming underneath his ministrations. You push your hips to meet his hand, “Please, Daddy, I need it so badly. Don’t you wanna slip inside and feel how tight I am?”

“Then spread those legs for me,” he orders you in a gruff voice, clearly affected by your words. He reaches with his free hand to lift your leg off his shoulder and plants your foot firmly on the bed. You mirror it with your other leg until you can let both of them fall out to the sides. 

“You want me to get a towel, baby? We haven’t done that in a while,” he smirks at you knowingly, a certain glint in his eye as he asks. You know exactly what he is referring to and he chuckles when you answer by nodding eagerly with wide eyes, looking like a kid in a candy store being offered their favorite sweet. 

“That’s my girl, so eager to feel good,” he praises with a warm smile and rises from his position. He peels off his t-shirt, throwing it in your face - a fairly new habit of his - so you can drown in his smell before exiting the room to head for the bathroom, stepping out of his jeans on the way there. You curl your fingers into the fabric, bringing it to your nose to inhale deeply. Joel’s shirt smells of cotton and faded aftershave, mixed with something unmistakably him; a hint of sweat from being in the Texas sun, his wood-scented deodorant that still lingers. It’s enough to make you even wetter.

He comes back a moment later, towel in hand. He watches you clutching his shirt, having smeared the golden glitter on your face onto it, your pretty eyes nearly rolling back and your hips wiggling to no avail. 

“Ain’t you worked up, sweetheart? I’ve barely gotten started with you. Are all faes so greedy between their legs?” He taunts as he slides the towel beneath your hips, flattening it out neatly while you hold your breath in his proximity. He yanks the shirt out of your grip and stares down at you. Your costume is so messy by now, the green dress sitting around your hips to obscenely make you look like a thing used for shoving one’s dick in, and the translucent wings are slightly crumpled by your impatient wiggling around, your cunt’s search for pleasure. 

“Please, Daddy, need you to make me come,” you whimper and earn a look of pity. Joel moves to kneel on the floor by the bed, leaning over the edge of the bed until his upper body is between your thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his ring- and middle finger into you, rewarding your desperation by curling his digits upward just in the right way.

“Oh,” you let out a slow, breathy moan when he finds the right spot inside you in just a few seconds, the one that has a direct line to your clit. Joel smiles at his immediate success, watching you with the pride of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing in his quest to undo you. 

“Right there, huh? God, you’re so sensitive, baby,” he murmurs lowly, his tone affectionate and aroused. He pushes his fingers deeper into you until his index finger and pinky brush your ass and then makes a come-hither motion inside of you. You can feel a lump form in your throat, the flesh of your ass and thighs jiggling from the effort he puts into fucking you with his thick digits.

“You’re so good at that, mmm… Daddy,” you only just manage to say before you choke on a whine as he creates electricity within you, your voice breaking and trembling with desperation. You are well aware of how pathetic you sound, how needy, but you don’t care because you can feel the tension building with each stroke inside of you. With his thumb, he reaches out and swirls it around your clit, and you know he can feel how hard it has gotten in its aroused state; a little bump underneath the tip of his finger. It is so sensitive now too, making you wetter with each little push against it. 

You throw your head back and draw in a desperate breath, wanting so badly to swear at the sensation of him fucking you open like he has been thinking about it all day. Yet it doesn’t feel worth it to break the rules of using foul language, resulting in having him halt his doings. Instead, you trap your bottom lip between your teeth and reach for your chest to relieve some of the tension in your body. 

You cup your breasts through your dress, squeezing them to add another dimension to the way Joel is touching you. He swears below you at the way you clench around his fingers when you catch your nipples between two fingers, tugging to intensify the sensation between your thighs. 

“You are so sexy like that, Tink,” Joel murmurs softly in praise. He leans down to kiss your belly, kiss your inner thigh, and all the way up to your knee too. He keeps the relentless rhythm of his fingers but then also rests his free hand on your stomach just below your belly button, knowing that this is how he made you squirt the first time. He pushes down on your belly to add that final touch, and it is almost too much, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

Your legs start to tremble in Joel’s peripheral vision, in need of being held down by Joel’s strong arm so he doesn’t lose his grip on the intense orgasm he has built up inside of you. Your eyes start to roll back and a high-pitched whimper escapes you as he has you teetering on the edge. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. You are so goddamn close, ain’t you? Glowin’ f’me so prettily. Come on, come for Daddy, baby. He put in so much work,” he talks you over the edge in the next moment, holding your cunt in an iron grip as you suddenly clamp down on his digits and start shuddering violently. He keeps his fingers inside of you, pressing them firmly against your g-spot while simultaneously rubbing your clit in taught little circles. It makes you gush all over his hand, soaking the towel beneath you as wave after wave comes crashing. 

You have been vocal throughout the whole thing, sure, but it is nothing compared to your cries right now as relieving pleasure wracks through your lower body and makes you sob. 

“God, you make Daddy so hard,” you hear Joel say but there’s a fog wrapped around your mind like a woolen blanket. When you feel yourself gushing again, it’s so intense that tears are spilling down your cheeks and the fabric of your dress clings to your sweat-slicked body. You feel slightly claustrophobic in the moment but you have no control of your body, so you let Joel’s soothing words guide you through an orgasm that’ll be worth bragging about to Hannah. 

When it finally ebbs out, Joel eases his fingers out and makes you mewl. He wipes his hand on the towel and then soothingly strokes along your thighs as you try to relish in your post-orgasmic bliss. 

However, you start tugging on your dress instead, desperately trying to escape its confines while you pant in the aftermath. You are still so fucked out that it doesn’t come off during your attempt, your hands shaking and a whine making Joel gently chuckle. 

“Stop, stop, lemme help you,” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice, taking your wrists in his hands to stop your desperate effort. You let out a soft plea for him, pouting for show as you follow orders and he guides you to sit, slow as he moves you in case your head is still woozy. He reaches behind you and up under the fairy wings to undo the zipper of the green dress, pausing for a moment before deciding to tug the fabric downward instead of up over your head. The garment slips down until it sits around your waist. He pushes you down onto your back again so he can ease it past your hips and off your legs. 

He stands there for a moment more before tugging his underwear down his legs, quickly kicking them to the side, and then he just stares. You feel cherished by him when he touches you but it’s different when he just looks; you feel sexy underneath his gaze. You know you’re a sight to behold when he swallows thickly, a disheveled little naked fae with her wings bent from how well she’s been fucked. 

Finally, he crawls on top of you. He presses close to you, pulling your leg over his waist as he catches your mouth in a long, drawn-out kiss that perfectly displays the affection and hunger within him. You kiss him back, sighing softly into his mouth and reaching up to run your hands over his broad shoulders, eventually settling them on the back of his head. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug him back to your mouth each time he needs a breath, whispering to him during the mere seconds you are without each other. 

“Need you, baby,” you pant softly, lips sensitive from kissing so feverishly until your body feels ready for more without the risk of combusting on the sheets. Joel’s cock is hard against your thigh, and he can’t stop murmuring half sentences as he crashes his crotch into your hip with a low moan while telling you just how good it will feel to be inside you. 

“Yeah? This little pussy needs to get fucked?” He cups your face and dives into your mouth anew. 

“Yeah,” you moan breathily with a nod, brushing your tongues together in the new filthy kiss, “Need you to make me your little fucktoy, Daddy. That’s all I’m good for.”

“That’s right, Tink,” he growls, his eyes having darkened at your obscene words. With a hint of reluctance, he pulls away from you so he can flip you onto your stomach. With a firm grip on your hips, he helps you up onto your hands and knees. 

It’s a struggle to hold yourself up but you stiffen, quickly finding your bearings, as Joel raises his hand a little in the air before giving you a firm smack on your ass. The sting makes you gasp, your fingers clutching the sheets below you. He soothes the pain, speaking as someone put together even if his ragged breathing gives him away, “Who do ya belong to, little fae?”

“Y-you,” you stammer, your voice wavering but still holding a tinge of eagerness. He smacks you again, this time harder so the sound bounces off the walls. 

“And who am I?” He demands, not satisfied with your simple answer. 

“Daddy,” you plead with a feeble cry, clenching around nothing and feeling a bead of slick drip from your clit. 

“That’s right,” he gruffs. Even though it is unnecessary with how soaked you are from your arousal and Joel’s impressive generosity tonight, he still spits into his hand and coats his thick length in it. He aligns with your dripping slit and breaches you with the tip of his cock. 

A whimper tumbles from your mouth and he shushes you gently. He is so big inside of you that everything hurts just enough to make you whine feebly but at the same time, he feels just right inside you as he slips in right to the hilt. There’s a looming yet exciting danger of him being in complete control in this position but he is so careful with you as he starts fucking you. Well, as careful as a man can be when he gets to be balls-deep in Tinkerbell. 

You groan at the feeling of him having his way with you. He has reached the point where he has little patience left from putting his own needs aside for too long, longing to use you to spill into. You are overstimulated by the two highs he has already pulled from you. It intensifies the sensation of him effortlessly slipping in and out of your slick cunt, so much so that you don’t last long in this position and end up with your face in the mattress.

“Ah–... ah,” you squeak each time he bottoms out, mercilessly letting you feel the depth of each stroke and keeping you panting under his weight, almost dizzy with how hard he is inside your soft heat.

“You like that?” He presses you down further into the mattress by planting his hand firmly on the back of your neck as a clear, dominant gesture that holds you in place for him to drive into you even harder.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Daddy," you manage to gasp out, your words muffled by the bedding as your body shudders under the force of his thrusts. Each of your words stutters along with your breathing, each movement of his harsh rhythm makes his hips crash into your ass.

Joel's grip on the back of your neck tightens just a little, his breaths coming out in shallow pants while a growl leaves him, “Just fuckin’ take it, baby. You can do it.”

“You feel so fu—“ you catch yourself in your delirious state of mind, yet again not about to be punished for breaking the rule of swearing. That’s only allowed by the real grownups, so you swallow around a little gasp and pretend like it almost didn't happen, “You feel so good, Daddy.”

Suddenly, he rakes his hand down your spine, through the sweat that is beading there and grabs your hips. He drags you onto your hands and knees, your tits bouncing as he knocks all wind out of you when he begins thrusting again. 

You make a noise in the very back of your throat, a sudden surge of pleasure through your body at the new angle making you realize how close you are again. You are sweating, you are crying with actual tears spilling down your cheeks, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, and God, you just need a little help getting there.

“Harder,” you plead pathetically, craving his cock right against the spot inside of you that he might as well label as his own, “Please, I can take it, Daddy.”

It is the truth; you’re practically molded into a sheath for his cock only from how many times he has fucked you since the beginning of the summer. However, at the same time, it feels like you can barely take anymore he has to give, so stuffed that you think you’re about to lose control. 

“Shh,” he soothes your sobs, voice softening in beautiful contrast to his relentless pace, “Daddy’s got ya. Daddy’s happy to give you - shit, baby - to give you whatcha need.”

“Ah!” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the pleasure right around the corner. It makes you able to hear how the bed is squeaking, how the headboard is continuously slamming against the wall. 

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezin’ me. You gonna come on it?” You hear him behind you and in response, you nod frantically when no intelligible words come out. He splays a hand on your back and gives you his all to get you there, “God, I love to see you act like a cockdrunk little fae.”

“Mhm!” Your cries turn to high-pitched keens as your orgasm catches up with you and hits you like a bolt of lightning. You are done for, trembling through the strong pulses between your legs as you come hard enough to wipe your mind. Behind you, Joel groans as your walls try to trap his cock in a grip that has him faltering just for a moment. However, he quickly regains his momentum so he can fuck you through each overwhelming wave. 

“Well done, baby. Good girl comin’ on my cock,” he praises through gritted teeth and you can imagine the slightly angry face he has on as he feels his own climax speed towards him, “Daddy’s gonna fill you up right now.” 

“Really?” You ask dreamily with your eyes closed in the middle of your afterglow, a dazed smile on your face. Bliss is not the right word, too much mind-numbing and brain-quietening exhaustion following it. Behind you, Joel is still pounding into your squelching cunt but you can do nothing more than giggle happily in between sweet moans whenever he hits something just right. 

The giggles cause you to tighten around his girth, squeezing him just enough for him to swear loudly at the exquisite feeling your body wrapped around him. He lets go because he can’t hold back anymore, coming inside of your pussy with controlled, hard thrusts that wipe the little smile off your face because air gets knocked out of you. 

“Yes, please gimme your come, Daddy, please give it to me,” you urge him and furrow your brows, practically drooling down onto the sheets as he abuses your pussy in his blissful state. He is so deep inside of you as he spurts, coating your velvety walls in his thick and generous load. It feels so fucking good. Nothing like anything a good little fairy would ever do. You even start thanking him, panting as you say the words over and over again.

“Christ, baby,” he moans behind you, “So goddamn dirty for Daddy.”

You whimper when he leaves you empty a moment later, causing you to collapse onto your front with your hands resting underneath your cheek and your fingers curling into the sheets. You want to bite into the bed, your head swimming with how good and fucked out you feel. 

Joel moves to lie down next to you, his body halfway on its side so he can kiss your sweat-glistening shoulder. He moves upwards when you shiver at the first touch of his lips, dragging his mouth up to your warm cheek. He plants a kiss right by the corner of your mouth, and you absentmindedly reach out to stroke along his jaw. 

“That was so good,” you say with a tiny moan. 

“You are so perfect,” he praises lovingly. He moves to lie down on top of your limp body, crushing you so heavenly with his weight as his chest sticks to your back. The wings of your costume crumble, flattening from being squashed. His arms envelop you and a large hand brushes a bit of loose hair away from your neck. He dips down to kiss just below the base of your skull and you find yourself automatically stretching your neck for even more. He showers you in kisses, lips trailing up and down your throat until you feel a burning need to breathe him in further, to be even closer. 

You whine like a child, wiggling underneath the weight of him until he shifts to lie beside you again. He drags you close to his warm chest, planting a broad palm on your back and you respond by scooting forward to climb even further into his arms. Frustration bubbles up in your chest because it doesn’t feel like he is close enough, not even when you whimper and bury your face in the crook of his warm neck. He chuckles affectionately above you, cradling you like you are the most precious thing he owns, and rests his lips on your disheveled hair. 

“Joel…” You whisper and try to tug at him even more, your arms going under his so you can be flush against him and mold together with his much stronger embrace. You grab at his shoulders, had no idea that there could be such a loud and powerful yearning in your chest for someone you already have.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, clearly knowing the answer. You feel his hand move gently along your naked back, trying to soothe you as you continuously try to shift yourself even closer in his arms though you’re already as close as you can get. 

“It’s not close enough,” you complain feebly and shift once more, a bit of embarrassment flowing through you at how needy you come off. It’s rare that you feel like this but the conversation you had with Hannah earlier has your head in a lovesick spin. The need for Joel is unmatched by anything you have ever felt because this state of mind isn’t fuelled by desire anymore - you have already gotten that out of your system - but rather an all-consuming need for love. 

Joel shushes you gently when you whine once more and squeezes you tightly to relieve your discontent, coaxing your impatient and restless body to calm down. He talks gently and says your name, his voice reverberating through his chest, “Look at me.”

You tilt your head back to meet his gaze, and he smiles one of the smiles that he only reserves for you. He whispers, “I love you.”

And then he reaches up slowly to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. He dips down to kiss you softly on the lips, grounding you further and making your mind go quiet. It’s not rushed, not as passionate as the kisses you’ve shared just moments before but it’s sweeter than honey. 

As you let your guard down fully with a mind completely blank, a sentence slips from your mouth without a second thought. It’s not something you planned to say but you have no control over your actions when he kisses you like that.

“Guess what?” You giggle, lost in his eyes. 

“What, babydoll?” He smiles down at you.

“I told Hannah about us,” you confess, another wave of giddiness washing over you at the excitement. 

However, it quickly passes over you as Joel’s face shifts to an expression of something concerned, tingeing on angry but mostly just unpleasant. Immediately, his jaw tightens, “You did what?”

Your face drops along with your stomach. You try to find the words to calm him but when you open your mouth there are no words that fit. His stare is so intense, laced with frustration and paranoia that makes your throat start tingling with tears. 

“Joel—“ you croak when he pulls back a little, the distance between you feeling unnaturally cold. 

“Do you have any idea what could possibly happen if she lets this slip?” He doesn’t look at you, rolling onto his back to rest the back of his thumbs against his forehead, “You should have talked to me about this first.” 

��Joel, she would never— I trust her!“ You insist but you mostly just hear yourself sounding like a child. You want to defend your choice even further but he is already interrupting you with a dangerous chuckle.

“That’s not the damn point, honey. People talk, people slip up. You think we’re goin’ to be in the shadows for much longer now?” He sits up, hands on his bent knees. 

“You’re acting insane,” you say bitterly and sit up as well, anger bubbling up in your own chest at his condescending tone and suddenly, you find yourself fighting his lecture. You bite back, “It’s not that big a deal. It’s not fun for me to hide all the time because you’re scared.”

“No, don’t you dare twist this ‘round on me when you are out there runnin' your mouth,” he growls, making you flinch when his voice is louder than you have ever heard it before, “I - opposed to you - am tryna protect what we have.”

You can hear your pulse in your ears, “You know what? Stop pretending like this is for my own good when it feels like you are just protecting yourself. Actually, maybe you should ask yourself if this is what you really want.”

Joel scoffs, suddenly hauntingly calm in his tone once more and you miss the warm tinge that his voice always has when he speaks to you, “Maybe I am some kind of fool for thinkin’ we could ever work. Maybe if we were closer in age, it’d be easier. Maybe if I didn’t have a past with your family, and I hadn’t known you since you were a kid then this wouldn’t feel so goddamn wrong.”

The words hit like a punch. Your anger mingles with hurt. It doesn’t feel fair to attack your age like he is because you cannot change it, and that’s the worst part of it. In a feeble attempt to defend yourself, you go for the killing blow. 

“You think you’re the fool here? I let myself fall in love with you,” you falter with a tremble in your voice but then get a hold of yourself, pulling your knees to your chest, “I laughed at your jokes and I let you fuck me because I thought you weren’t going to run the second things got hard. Well congratulations; you got to play self-righteous to make yourself feel better. You are the biggest fucking coward, Miller.”

The second you see the glimpse of hurt in his eye, you regret every syllable yet your stupid pride makes you hold onto the image that you meant every one. You realize your wording, that you have talked about him as if you and him are in the past, and you flex the muscles in your throat to stop yourself from bursting into tears even if your face burns.

“I’ll make it real easy for ya then, sweetheart,” he says coolly, and suddenly, his weight is gone from the mattress and your heart is screaming for him to stay. You watch him move to pick up his clothes and dress quickly, not bothering to fix the way his shirt sits askew on his torso because the determination on his face tells you that he is desperate to leave. 

You clutch around your knees when he bolts from the room, listen to the sound of his feet on the stairs as he descends them, and then finally flinch when the front door slams hard enough to make the whole house rattle. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, the air leaving you shakily.

A single tear rolls down your face, followed by another but you swallow down the grief that comes with how final this interaction seems. Something about it tells you that you won’t see him for a while now, and not just because you are going back to school soon. 

With shame, you slowly rise off the bed. Your body is sore, sensitive, and aching between your thighs, and you are still covered in evidence from having sex with him. Feeling him on you despite his absence is usually a thing you relish in but in this moment, it just feels like a cruel reminder of what you might not get to have in the future.

You sit down on the toilet to pee, your knees falling inwards and your body sagging from the exhaustion of what you have just been through. The heartache is so raw, sitting tightly in your throat as a lump that you can barely swallow around while you do your business and afterward mechanically take a shower and clean yourself up in front of the sink. 

When you reenter the bedroom, it feels like you are an intruder and this is your crime scene. You scan the room for your things but cruelly, your eyes fall on one of Joel’s shirts hanging on the back of the chair at the desk. It is already worn, hasn’t been thrown in the laundry basket yet. Ideally, you shouldn’t walk home in the skimpy outfit you arrived in and so, you’re tempted to put it on - if not only to let his familiar scent envelop you - but you cannot risk it. The last thing you need is to walk into your parents’ house wearing his clothes, walk in with the smell of him lingering on you. 

So instead, you slip back into your Tinkerbell costume in the emptiness of Joel’s bedroom, not even the ghost of him lingering, trying not to think about how excited you had been about dressing up for him just a few hours ago. 

—

Your father is in the living room when you quietly enter the house again. You try to sneak past him, hoping that the low hum of the TV will distract him from your footsteps, but as you move past the doorway, he catches you off guard. 

“You’re home early?” He says but it is a question as well as a statement. He reaches for the remote to turn down the volume but when he sees your face, he furrows his brows and turns off the television altogether. 

You force a little smile, “Yeah, just wasn’t feeling it.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, pushing himself to stand in the soft glow of the reading light, “C’mere for a second.”

Reluctantly, you make your way to stand in front of him, your heels clicking on the floorboards. Your shoulders sag as you stop in front of his tall frame, and he studies you for a moment before nudging you with the warmth of his voice, “Did something happen tonight, honey?” 

“No,” you say shakily, avoiding his gaze as your throat feels tight, “No, it was a great party but I was just too tired.”

“Hey, look at me,” he says softly, reaching out to lay his hands on your shoulders. His palms are warm and you’re cold from walking home with a barely dried-off body and no jacket since you bolted out the door. You stare into his eyes, lip trembling as he continues, “I can see you’re not okay. Did something happen?”

You wish that you could say that it is nothing because the reality of it is cruel, ten thousand miles between what he thinks he understands and the truth that you must keep painfully lodged in your chest, taking up too much space for your heart. However, the dam breaks at the gentleness he shows you, the love burning beneath his concern, and suddenly, a sob breaks free. 

Without a word, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close with his hand rubbing your back. You know you don’t deserve his reassurance as he coos in your ear, has no clue how complicated things are. 

You shake in his embrace, your tears wetting the shoulder of his soft shirt. He kisses your hair affectionately, squeezing you while his protective words rumble in his chest, “Listen to me. I need you to tell me if someone hurt you, okay? I won’t be mad. I just wanna help.”

“It’s not like that,” you reassure him and in response, you can feel him relax a little bit as he holds you, sighing in relief. You sniffle, resting your cheek against his chest, “I just got close to someone and it got complicated. He said some things that— I mean, I did too but it really hurt, Dad.”

“You’re allowed to make mistakes, to care for people who maybe don’t deserve it but don’t let anyone make you feel small,” he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, pauses for a moment before continuing, “If this person don’t treat you right… maybe it’s time to reconsider how much space they take up in your life.”

“Yeah… maybe you’re right, thanks, Dad,” you reply with enough conviction that he gives you a smile, proud to have gotten through to you. You don’t have the heart to tell him that the person you are talking about is the only person that you cannot avoid either, the only person who can break both of your hearts.

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[angelbaby-fics]

Hiiii I just saw your summer sleepover fics thing and that's amazing I love all your writing.

You don't have to write this request If it makes you uncomfortable but do you think you can write for stucky with a reader that hides being a little like the reader and stucky have been living together for a hot minute and either the reader hides they're regression or don't really understand it at all and this makes stucky caregiver hearts hurt so they surprise reader with a little sleep over with plushies and Disney movies (maybe they watch tinkerbell secret of the wings 🙈 thats my fav)

Anyway, like I said, you don't have to write or anything. I just really want you to know I. Enjoy, you're writing and your entire Tumblr It gives me a lot of comfort with being little

ahh this is such a cute idea!! ik i've mentioned being hesitant to write ~the before times~ before all relationships are established but this ended up coming rather natural and i almost pushed my word limit!!! so i hope you enjoy 💕 197 words

you'd made it this far without letting them know your secret, but you weren't sure how much longer you had left in you. you thought you could get away with sneaky private regression, waiting until steve and bucky were asleep and you were safe in the privacy of your own bedroom, free to decompress and be as little as you needed to be without fear of hypothetical judgement. you'd underestimated just how observant those super soldiers were, never saw how their hearts ached every time they saw you push the little part of yourself back inside. they wanted more than anything for you to know you could be comfortable with them. so they hatched a plan. when you slammed the door as you came home that night, they knew it was time. while you were busy in the shower, they got to work bringing piles of blankets into the living room. they'd even each bought a stuffy for you that they thought you'd like, ones that might remind you of each of them. steve cued up your favorite movie on the tv while bucky placed a pair of new fluffy pajamas outside the bathroom door for you.

you're invited to my slumber party!

[lara-cairncross]

Questions about the fairy AU: I was never big with Pixie Hollow, and the only films I think I did watch were the Pirate Fairy movie and the Winter Fairy one. So with that said:

1) Do you think donnie will have an arc where he starts to mess around with pixie dust? Mikey feels useless as a light fairy, so it only makes sense that donnie would try to help him in some way by giving him more abilities and discovering that you can modify pixie dust

2) Have they ever met a winter fairy? What would they look like in this AU?

Both of those movies are so good!!! I personally prefer Pirate Fairy wayyyyyy more than Secret of the Wings, but they both explore some really interesting concepts for the worldbuilding in Pixie Hollow :D

Mmmm... I can almost guarantee that Donnie won't have an arc with pixie dust. Especially in a way that involves Mikey. Donnie wouldn't risk messing with Mikey's talent again in any capacity, for a multitude of reasons; and besides, he's busy with other assignments.

(Other characters, however.... 🤭)

2. Yes, all the boys have either met or seen Winter fairies! They look pretty much the same as any of the other fairies; just with more winter-based powers and color palettes, like in the Secret of the Wings movie. I considered making this more true to the lore of the book + first Tinkerbell movie, but I kinda like the whole "great seasonal divide" thingy, so it's staying in for now! :)

Examples of Winter fairies that I want to include at some point: Usagi, Ghostbear, uhhhhhhhhh somebody else probably idk

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

So I just watched Tinkerbell and The Secret Of The Wings and this got me wondering if Sun and Moon can heal each others wings like Tinkerbell and Periwinkle can when place both wing’s against each other

Nope, it's not done like that.

If their wings are damaged, say with like a tear or a rip, they treat it manually and medicinally. They have herbs and healing salves to help treat the injury until it's healed.

Same with burns. But burns take a lot longer to heal without salves to treat them.

[tinkersclankandbobble]

Been having a hard time focusing on writing lately, so why not share another thought on the films?

I was thinking about Secret of the Wings on my drive home today and was pondering the early sequences that led Tinkerbell to the library to research her sparkling wings.

The scenes we see have Tink crossing the border, her wings sparkle and Fawn pulls her out. Immediately we switch to the doctor’s office where her friends find her. She tells her friends about her wings and they don’t believe her so we cut to the library.

For the longest time I thought she must have gone straight to the library from the doctor, but now I think a little differently.

You see, after she does her preparations to enter the winter woods, she’s caught by my favorite duo: Clank and Bobble. When she tells them where she is going they ask “does it have to do with the sparkling?”

So she must have told them about her wings sparkling. I feel like it would have been before she went to the library rather than after…. Because if she told them about her wings after the library scene, she would have already made the choice to go to the woods. And by now Clank and Bobble likely would recognize when Tink is up to something. (Heck, there’s a moment earlier when they’re watching the snowy owls and Tink declares “there’s a whole other world out there” where Bobble looks like he’s thinking “Please Tink, no shenanigans…. Just this once…” or something like that.)

So if she told them about her wings after she had gone to the library, they probably would have gotten it out of her then that there was someone in Winter who could tell her what it means, rather than finding out as she was sneaking into the basket.

So my thought is, there was a moment between the doctor’s and the library where she had gone back to Tinker’s nook, and likely looked dejected as no one believed her about her wings lighting up. The boys probably found her this way and asked her what was wrong.

Whether or not they believe her about her wings lighting up is up for debate, but I’d guess that since interesting things tend to happen to Tinkerbell, the boys were willing to at least give some thought to her wings. After all, TINK believed her wings lit up, so what right do they have to doubt her? I like to believe one of them steered her to the library, suggesting that maybe there was information on sparkling wings there. After all, just because they never heard about it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

Anyway, these are just my thoughts and I’d love to hear yours!

[whatever-color-of-the-rainbow]

how about headcanons for farrah and annleigh in the stabs happen but no one dies au?

One of the first things Farrah tells Annleigh is that she’s sorry and she was trying to be better. Annleigh apologizes too. Tears are shed and they talk for hours.

They both go to therapy for obvious reasons, and it helps them both a lot

After Farrah heals and gets discharged from the hospital, she and Chess both go to rehab. While she’s doing that, Annleigh confronts her stepdad about not intervening sooner.

Recovery is not easy, but Annleigh is Farrah’s biggest supporter

While recovering, Farrah realizes that there are some people on the team she owes an apology to, so she sends each of them a long text doing just that. Annleigh helps her figure out the wording to these texts.

One of the reasons Farrah always had her hair in braids before is because her hair is pretty long, and having it in braids was the easiest way to have it out of her face/held back when she was throwing up after drinking too much. But after she gives it up, she doesn’t need to do that anymore, so Annleigh does it in all sorts of different styles. Annleigh realizes that she loves doing people’s hair and decides to become a hair stylist professionally.

They like to watch “sister” movies (Secret of the Wings, Frozen, etc.), and whenever the sisters are on screen, they’re like “HEY LOOK IT’S US”

They proceed to dress up as Tinkerbell (Annleigh) and Periwinkle (Farrah) for Halloween. Clark dresses up as Terrence.

SPEAKING OF CLARK, he and Annleigh get married (ofc) and Farrah is the maid of honor

They both have nightmares (again, for obvious reasons) and when they do, they go into the other one’s room to talk.

Farrah goes to church with Annleigh once in a while. Not because she’s a believer or anything, but she knows that church and religion is something that Annleigh cares about a lot

In return, Annleigh gives Farrah’s favorite music a try. And now they jam out to Olivia Rodrigo together.

Farrah wants to be a songwriter, and Annleigh is the first person that Farrah shows her projects to.

They make friendship bracelets a lot

[sailorplanet1997]

The Secret Of The Wings is my second favourite

and it's most likely for this, the bond between Tinkerbell and Periwinkle and i can actually relate to this because i have a(n) (older) sister myself, we don't always get along but i don't even want to think about losing a sister over something for whatever happens i mainly watch this movie for this but there are other things what i love about this movie Tinkerbell's curiosity about the winter woods, winter clothes on warmer fairies, Tinkerbell dealing with stuff (despite The Lost Treasure being my first favourite, Tink actually handled things better in THIS movie, especially when it involves Periwinkle, Tink isn't as angry like she used to in the earlier movies and she FACED the problems) the relationship between Queen Clarion and Lord Milori (speaking of that, there's a book coming out by next year based on them, i hope they makes a movie version from the book in the future) the relationship with Rosetta and Sled, it's like love at first sight for them both and i live for that unlike "The Lost Treasure" Tinkerbell's friends (except Terence unfortunately) appeared more, they were there to visit a doctor, at the Tinkers nook to work on a machine, when they saw Periwinkle, when they met her, when Periwinkle was in danger, when the sisters got confronted by Lord Milori, the snowmaking machine to push it away (except Fawn and Silvermist), when the freeze have started they got the animals to safety (except Vidia), when all the other winter fairies comes to help to save the pixie dust tree from the freeze, after the freeze was over when Tinkerbell broke her wing and got healed and last but not the least the epilogue scene (i did wished warmer fairies did something to save pixie hollow from freezing, NOT just the winter fairies) Fawn appeared slightly more then Tink's other friends like she appeared with a bunny and even appeared first before the others, when Tinkerbell helped Fawn with the animals and crossed in that same scene Fawn had to bring Tink to the doctor and last one when she watched closely along with the Tinker fairies and Queen Clarion how Periwinkle, Gliss and Spike tries to save the pixie dust tree on their own during the freeze i loved how Tinkerbell's friends was concerned for her (even a fairy who used not to care for Tinkerbell untill the human event have happened was very concerned for Tinkerbell and this is showed with the doctor scene, after helping Tinkerbell to bring Periwinkle back to the winter woods and when Tinkerbell broke her wing, this person took it the hardest from like everybody except Periwinkle who was even more upset about Tink's broken wing...you can guess which one i'm talking about) even Vidia appeared in this movie as a supporter character (knowing Disney or even outside Disney who have a habbit of using characters as a background character after having important role in certain previous movies or seasons) and she stayed in its further movies (even the final movie one but not like it used to like in some other movies) there are 2 minus and my main bother was Terence wasn't even there just when Tinkerbell needed him the most (and i blame Disney for this, he's literally one of Tink's best friends and i can imagine he takes it the hardest out of everybody when Tinkerbell broke her wing since he obviously have a crush on her, he's most likely the reason Tinkerbell stayed in pixie hollow TWICE so it's only fair to include him as a supporter character instead of using him as a background character) i don't understand why he got credited, he didn't had any single speaking roles, he appeared only 2 times, i really hated that, why not atleast help her with the snowmaking machine or something? or like help Tinkerbell to push the snowmaking machine away? like i understand he had work to do and stuff but he would've noticed the snow in pixie hollow, he's really excluded in this movie (if he can't be in the movie that much, atleast do something like they did in "The Great Fairy Rescue" with a few speaking roles atleast)

my another flaw on this movie are the winter fairies one and the minister of winter, if you watched the first movie you see Tinkerbell, Clank and Bobble flying to the winter woods when giving her a tour on pixie hollow and they had no troubles flying over there and the winter fairies were on the warmer side and they had no troubles there neither, what happened to that? nothing can beat "The Lost Treasure" movie but this movie is my next favourite, i think this is the highest rank in general along with "The Pirate Fairy" movie, most of the votes goes for these 2 movies and i can't blame them for ranking it higher

[gearbox-doll]

I think what most antis don't understand is that I've been like this my whole life. I drew Celestia × Luna kissing during class in elementary school. I had a duplo lego set with a pair of minifigs who I immediately decided were a) siblings and b) dating. Related to that one, there is a post on my mother's Facebook account from once I was old enough to play with regular lego where I had been looking for (and successfully found) one of those red 1×1 tubes and exclaimed "Oh, there it is! There's my other bottle of blood!". I watched Tinkerbell: Secret of the Wings and immediately assumed that them healing Tink's wings was because the sisters loved each other romantically, the intended message of "familial love is just as strong as romantic love" going right over my head. I couldn't have been more than eight. Hell, I shipped Dora and Diego from Dora The Explorer and I was fully aware they were cousins, it just didn't occur to me that that was weird.

And it's not like I was taught about these things by someone, either. Especially the Tinkerbell one, I don't think I had internet access of any kind at that age. Even once I did, all I did until I was like ten was watch silly fnaf meme videos and doll unboxings on YouTube. I didn't even fully understand the lore, I just knew the robots were alive and wanted to be friends with them.

I only read smut once, a Mangle × Springtrap fic on Wattpad that I had zero context for, and was immediately disgusted because my attitude was "ew sex gross". I only read it because I had heard some older kids talking about smut in a fandom context and was super excited that I didn't have to ask my mom anymore (I'd just gotten my first working phone). I didn't go back to smut until I was like 14, because I was experiencing arousal for the first time and all of a sudden all the stuff in that fic that seemed gross to 10yo me seemed really appealing.

No one taught me that incest was okay, or gore, or anything. It was just something my child brain thought up and I never thought it important enough to mention. I learned later to hide the art I drew because my parents might be upset, but they were upset I had gay fanart on my phone, so what did they know about what relationships were acceptable?

I wasn't taught that incest was even a thing that existed for a long time, and certainly no one ever had a conversation with me about it, they just picked up on me knowing what the word meant at some point after I'd figured it out online. I knew what murder was (my mom watched cop shows), but I don't remember where I ever came across the concept of a business that ran machines fueled by blood (which was what the "bottle of blood" thing was about, iirc), it might've just been something I thought up on my own. I wasn't ashamed of these things until I was older, I just never mentioned it because I didn't think it was relevant to anything.

[letflowersdie]

Ramble from my notes, thought to share

Clanks role in The Pirate Fairy was SO important. When I was watching the movie for the first time, I set myself up for disappointment because I truly believed this was going to be a Plot A Plot B type of movie, I thought there'd be a back and forth of Clank at home and TinkerBell & her friends out with the pirates. After TinkerBell put Clank in charge of taking care of everyone, I was like THIS IS IT!!! MORE CLANK SCREENTIME!!! Bro had no more screentime until the end 💀 not complaining though, the movie was good.

Clank literally had the entirety of Pixie hollows fairies in his care!!!! It could've been soooo good. It's obvious that he's a clumsy character, so this task would've been a bit suspenseful. Like this is a huge responsibility, and Tink was confident that he would be able to do it! This reminds me a lot of Secret of the wings, where she trusts him to wrap Peri's wings. I love them.

With that, it's already been established that he's so gentle and caring towards others and literally PERFECT for the job, though I don't think it was easy for him! Idk why I got this idea but I feel like he'd worry about how comfortable the fairies are in their sleep. He'd go in and gently slide pillows under their heads, cover some of the more isolated ones with blankets, and so on. All the while, he's not very used to being apart from bobble so he's constantly accidentally talking out loud and it makes him rlly sad.

If Bobble was put in charge of doing what clank did instead, he'd be able to do it too I think, but I feel like things would be comically worse for him 😭 which leads me to another thing

I don't like Clank being labeled as stupid because he's really not. He's a very competent Tinker fairy, same with Bobble. In the old Disney fairies website, it says that Bobbles' secret is that he thinks he's smarter than Clank, which I think is alligns well with his personality. He wants to present himself as some sort of very sophisticated and smart person, and while he is, he's just as clumsy and silly as Clank.

[languajix]

My original plan for Hold Every Memory was not quite as fluffy; the kids couldn't follow Don into the astral plane, and had to take the whole 'extradimensional uncles their turtle dad talks to in his head' thing on faith.

Here's a scene I'd written and discarded a long time ago which would have been the opening scene to the original story about the kids and their antics, if I'd kept going that route. Note that they call Don 'Tad' here, which is a portmanteau of 'turtle' and 'dad', and Don's been consistently calling them by El/Dee/Lee/Angelo so that's how they think of themselves. Anyways:

A beam of bright light flared to life in the pitch-black room. It wavered for a moment before moving to illuminate a small face from beneath, looking appropriately grotesque cast by such gnarled shadows. "I must tell you the dark secrets I've learned, brothers."

El and Angelo shivered together. Lee, curled up next to them with his head in his palm, looked downright bored.

The flashlight beam turned to illuminate a chart up on the wall. It was covered in arrows and hastily scribbled lists. Dates. Question marks.

"It all began the night of February twenty-second, when dear Ellie woke up from a deep sleep to witness a figure leaning over his bed! Frozen with fear, he could do naught but watch as the figure slipped something from underneath his pillow, returning only a second later to instead deposit something in its place.

"When he woke in the morning, he discovered that his tooth had indeed been exchanged for a quarter, as the legends had foretold. But! When he came into my room that next morning, his story was not one of 'Tinkerbell' or 'Fairy Godmother'. Say it once for the group, Ellie: Who did you see that night?"

The flashlight swung around until it was shoved up under El's chin like a microphone, shining directly into his eyes. El blinked rapidly. "Uh... it was Tad."

"Tad! Scoff! Last I checked, Tad did not have fairy wings. Tad did not fly with fairy dust."

"I could- I could draw him with wings. I could make a Tad-fairy," Angie murmured, drumming his little fingers on El's arm.

"Ellie was convinced that the so-called 'tooth fairy' must take on the form of one's most beloved authority figures, possibly as a way to slip in and out of houses undetected. I, however, was not so convinced! For nearly a year since, I've been observing and recording every instance wherein a beloved children's fantasy figure purportedly arrives in the sewers to give good little turtles 'gifts' or otherwise provide an enriching experience. After collecting the data, I have come to one conclusion:

"There is no 'tooth fairy!'" Everyone gasped, except Lee who sighed and rolled his eyes. "In fact, there is no 'Easter bunny,' no 'Santa Claus,' and no 'Uncles'. All of them are fictitious figures, meant to pacify and misdirect us!"

Dee began pointing around the room at each of his brothers in turn.

"Those skateboards from Santa? Bought by Papa on an excursion he claimed was for 'fur care products'! That paint set from Uncle Mike? Father purchased it on his way to or from his weekly errands on November Sixteenth. The stickers you have on your helmet that came in those easter eggs? Both Father and Papa spent over two hours silently placing plastic eggs around the Lair when they believed us all to be asleep, the night of our big Lou Jitsu marathon extravaganza!

I have collected a list of other figures I highly suspect to be fictional, although confirming it may prove more difficult. The Queen of England, Gritty, and Lady Gaga currently top said list."

Dee flicked the flashlight off and the overhead light back on, casting stars across everyone's vision.

"You may applaud now."

El clapped twice. Angie sniffled, looking like his entire world had just burned down around his ears.

Lee waved a hand. "Good job or whatever. Very smart. Much science."

Dee rolled his eyes, placing the flashlight down on the bed next to him and folding his arms in front of his chest. "You're just salty that I cracked the case."

"Ha! As if. If you had asked me half a year ago, I could have told you all of this stuff, and in like two sentences, too."

"You can't possibly be suggesting that you knew all of this before I did."

"Uh, yeah? I just asked."

Dee stared off into space for a moment. "...you just asked."

"Yep! And Tad was like, 'you're right, but they're a standard part of the American child experience, blah blah blah we were gonna tell you guys when you were all ready...'"

"I can't believe I spent literal days graphing everyone's schedules down to the minute, placing secret cameras, hacking our bank details, building tracking devices-"

El bristled. "What? Dee!"

"...but the Uncles are real. Supposedly." Lee shrugged and looked away.

...

Dee frowned. "Leon, the only person who ever 'sees' them is Father, who claims that they visit inside his head from some other dimension! Occam's razor states that the explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is usually the correct one - wouldn't a simple 'it's all in his imagination' be applicable here?"

"I'm not saying I think they're real. I'm saying that Tad said to me that they're real."

"Tad's not imagining them," El interrupted firmly. "If Tad says they're real, then I believe him."

"Me too!" Angie chimed in.

"But you believe me about the tooth fairy and the easter bunny?"

El patted him on the head. "Yes, Dee. You did a great job! I liked the flashlight."

Dee humphed. "Thank you. I'm glad someone appreciated the artistry involved in presenting research data in an engaging and interactive fashion."

"...but we are gonna have a talk about the trackers. And the hacking."

"I'm sorry, you seem to be cutting out. Please attempt to reconnect this call at another time."

El dumped Angie gently out of his arms and onto the bed so he could give Dee a noogie. He squawked.

[helenadurazzo]

19, 20, 21, 25, & 30

I'd ask who your favorite TWST character is, but I already know who it is ( Ortho is babey but can very well kick someone's butt if need be )

Don't remember if you've mentioned your favorite Miraculous Ladybug character though 🤔

Thanks for the ask! And yes, Ortho shall blow up Night Raven College with his amazing tech if it means saving Idia

19. Periwinkle

I enjoyed watching the Disney Fairies movies as a kid and always adored The Secret of the Wings the most. I have been meaning to re watch it for old time’s sake but haven’t gotten around to it. I love the dynamic she shares with Tinkerbell and how the warm and winter fairies eventually work together to save the Pixie Dust Tree. There were only two more films after this one and it would have been nice to see more of Periwinkle outside of her cameo in the Pirate Fairy but it is what it is

My second favorite character would likely be Silvermist

20. Moon Butterfly

I despise what they did to her, and a lot of the other characters in Season 4. However I am not going to rant about that because we would be here all day. It was interesting to see Moon’s backstory since it is a chance for the audience to see her similarities to her daughter, Star Butterfly. The first flashback episode of her is particularly powerful since it shows to Star that her mother wasn’t some ‘cool warrior queen’ but simply just a young kid trying to fill in the place of her mother and be Queen of Mewni. On another note one of my favorite episodes of SVTFOE is Total Eclipsa the Moon just because I love seeing the interactions between Eclipsa and Moon.

You might have figured it out but my second favorite character would be Eclipsa Butterfly

21. Evie

I have been a descendants fan since the beginning and still remember the first time I watched the first film at a summer camp shortly after it came out and how popular it was. I also remember getting these large sized dolls of her, Mal, and Uma when Descendants 2 was happening. Regardless of what people say, I love Descendants and Ever After High in their own ways. Evie was always one of my favorites which was surprising since usually I am not into her character type but they did it good here! Or maybe I just like characters with blue color schemes lol. I love her bond with Mal, especially in Descendants 2 with the song Space Between. It is also nice to see her storyline in the first film where she starts off wanting to be with a prince like her mother says like Chad Charming, but then ends up with someone who cares for her and for who she is in the form of Doug. Additionally, all the scenes between her and Dizzy are amazing and I love their sister-like bond.

My second favorite descendants character would probably be Carlos.

25. Alix Kubdel

Alix became one of my favorite characters and I believe she gained this position somewhere during Season 3 when her superhero identity of Bunnyx was revealed. It was so interesting to see a glimpse into the future even before Alix got her miraculous in the present. I did not watch much of Season 5 after the first episode but I like what they did for Alix there since it showed such a sweet moment between her and her father and him accepting that it is time for her to go in order for the Rabbit Miraculous to be protected. I also adore how even though she has this tomboyish tone to her character, she still respects the work her father does at the Louvre unlike how other characters in this stereotype might be.

My second favorite character would like be Luka Couffaine and tbh I do enjoy the idea of Luka and Marinette but know it won’t happen lol

30. Vanessa Doofenshmirtz

I only really got into Phineas and Ferb a couple of years ago. Last Halloween me and my dormmates did a coordinated costume where we dressed up as Phineas and Ferb Characters, (me as Vanessa and them as Candace, Doofenshmirtz, and Perry). I don’t really have much more to say other than I do enjoy seeing the father-daughter bond between her and Doofenshmirtz as well as the scenes between her and Candace. Busted will probably always be my favorite song from the series since it was great to hear the two of them sing.

My second favorite character is hard to decide but I think I would have to go with Candace

[raichuu-agere]

you should watch some of the movies! they're really fun! have you seen the tinkerbell movies? i love love love those also! my favorite is secret of the wings! snow fairies!

snow is so pretty. i've always wanted to make a snowman like they do in cartoons with the really big ball and then a medium ball and a small ball stacked on top with the carrot nose and the stick arms and the coal eyes and mouth. it doesn't snow where i live though :(

-🦕

Okay I’m gonna yap a bit.

I LOVE the tinker bell movies. So much. I was tinker bell for halloween in kindergarten. My favorite movie is the pirate fairy one, when I got this ask you reminded me and I went and watched it again lolz. I love how they switch talents, also I love playing pirates so fairies plus pirates?! Omg.

I love secret of the wings too!! It’s my second favorite, I had the dvd as a kid (and still do) and would watch it over and over again. Winter fairies are so me.

When I was younger, my favorite was Vidia, and I loved Silvermist, I think I had a Silvermist doll!! But now, as an animal lover, I think Fawn is my favorite, or Periwinkle.

I love how there’s different areas for different seasons, and how fairies have different talents/jobs. It feels so right to me. As a writer, some of my stories have definitely been subconsciously inspired by that idea.

I totally wanna get dolls again, I don’t like toys with the real hair though so maybe I’ll just get small plastic ones.

I loveeee snow too!! I like sledding the most, and it’s also super fun to walk back up an icy hill because you keep slipping and falling all the way back down like a cartoon. Where do you live? (Only if you’re comfortable sharing ofc!!) I live in the pacific northwest of the US so we get lots of snow!!

I am totally gonna be making fairy moodboards now that you reminded me that I like them!!

[mushroompapitheoriginal]

Spent twenty minutes outside taking pictures of my yard and frolicking in the grass now I'm watching TinkerBell: Secret of the Wings. Is this fairycore?

Then I watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame just for the heck of it and I was belting the songs and twerking because who wouldn't to 'Hellfire'

Then I downed two ice cream cones because I got really depressed.

This is the mental illness and I love it.

[willowkatt]

call me Willow or Warren (nicknames of these are welcomed)

for my current tumblr nickname : I AM NOT IN LOVE !!!!!!! I JUST LIKE THE LYRIC !!!!!!!! shouts from my super duper loud megaphone

any pronouns will do, they/them are preferred but he/it are fine and she/her is ehh okay (neopronouns i havent experimented with but im just gonna say whatever man shrugs)

neurodivergent | OCD and autism (i have no idea why i state this but i just wanna)

casual acronyms are very hard for me to understand or click straight away (lmk, hbu, ijbol), same with song abriviations (such as you know what they do.. turns into ykwtdtgluip, i cannot read that)

don't really need many tone tags, but /s (sarcasm) , /j (joke) and /lh (lighthearted) are helpful!

*insert Not That Kind Of Girl by my chemical romance here because tumblr hates me and won't let me edit and add the song here without giving me an error*

my main interests, aka stuff you miiiight see me reblog/post about (no particular order)

- my chemical romance (bullets ♡, frank iero ♡, revenge era ♡, danger days era ♡)

- miraculous ladybug (season 3 ♡, gabriel agreste ♡, lila rossi ♡, felix fathom ♡)

- genshin impact (casual AR58, diluc ♡, rosaria ♡, dottore ♡)

- frank iero ANYTHING (leathermouth ♡, death spells ♡, sector 12 ♡, pencey prep ♡)

- ever after high (kitty cheshire ♡, madeline hatter ♡, cerise hood ♡, courtly jester ♡)

- jerma985 (happy retirement grandpa ♡)

- project sekai (mafuyu ♡, niigo ♡, meiko ♡, shiho ♡)

- happy tree friends (flaky ♡, disco bear ♡, nutty ♡, petunia ♡)

- house m.d (hey look at that new hyperfixation lets see how long this one lasts! (im doomed.))

other things about me:

i loooove my chem.. very big interest, my special interests are around mcr, mlb and htf at the moment!!

other things i also like but might not talk about:

annoying orange... sumikko gurashi (ebifurai no shippo ♡)... sylvanian families... my little pony (QUEEN CHRYSALIS ♡♡♡♡♡ and rainbow dash ♡)... fred (yes that fred youtube fred)... call of duty (my friend got obsessed with it which lead a domino chain to me remembering phillip graves exists i love graves yuuup ♡)... sonic (i dunno lore but i love shadow ♡ and rouge ♡)...

i do listen to other artists (not that many tho too many artists overwhelm me) like mindless self indulgence (don't support though, i pirate their asses), glass animals (BIG FAN!!), arctic monkeys, set it off, fall out boy, schoolyard heroes, weezer - but mcr and the member's solo projects take up a MASSIVE majority of my music knowledge and playlists

i'm very limited about what shows i watch, basically just ever after high, miraculous ladybug, house andddd happy tree friends . if you'd count it . sometimes i do watch other shows for the fun of it , but really i barely remember much/interact with the fandom from them lmao

i also don't watch a lot of movies, it's either a kids film orrr terrifier ! some of my favorite kids films from the top of my head are barbie princess charm school.. tinkerbell secret of the wings and mlp rainbow rocks ! i do also love the movie 'i kissed a vampire' a TON i pray i get a dvd of it some day :}

(ends intro post with mikey fucking dying)

[ariparri]

I got ideas I want to work on! But I already got things I need to work on! 😫

One of them is another au, this time for the seasons. I’ll admit, I had a Tinkerbell marathon the other night and I absolutely adore Secret of the Wings that it inspired me to want to make an au based on the seasons xD Veruca was born in August so she’s part of summer. I personally headcanon Diego to be an autumn baby because I just get that vibe from him so he’s part of autumn.

The other one is this mini project I want to do called Through My Eyes. It’s basically about how a character sees themselves vs how others see them. For example, Veruca sees herself as someone who wants to prove that she can be something without having to be stuck in her brother's shadow. The drawing will have her stepping out of Coby's shadow with determination running through her veins. In Merula's eyes, she sees Veruca as arrogant and obnoxious, standing on a pedestal with a mocking smile on her face as she stares down at Merula. Due to their history Merula sees Veruca as someone who cares more about seeking fame and attention for everything going on in Hogwarts. But she couldn’t be more wrong about that

Mafia AU, yeah I need to start on that. I’ve been reading a lot of fics for the Godfather, Scarface and Carlito's Way and watching gameplays for the Mafia trilogy that I really wanted to start a mafia au. Diego and Veruca kind of get a personality swap xD Veruca isn’t a flirt but she’s definitely more passionate about things than she normally would be.

Scooby Doo's Hex Girls but it’s Merula, Ismelda and Beatrice. What do you think? They would match it xD Merula can sing so she would be Thorne but I have always thought Ismelda would be a good one since she also has long black hair and Merula as Luna because of the messy hair xD Beatrice is blond so she’d be Dusk

I know a daycare au has been done before, but I would love to see it more but with the prefects as the sitters xD imagine all Chester looking after the Ravenclaw kiddos and he has Carson and Tulip on kiddie leashes because they keep running off and making a mess xD Felix is trying to pull Merula and Veruca apart because they’re fighting over a toy.