#ok i see you whats good whats poppin

[imshii-kin]

Good Luck

Chapter # 4 As Sweet as Sugar Cookies

Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 (You are here), Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. - Mary Poppins

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"No," Tim says crossing his arms. "I have homework to catch up on, I can't play Minecraft with you right now."

Y/n frowns, "But Tim," she whines "Everyone else is busy, and I'm booored!" She complained while tugging at his shirt.

The boy rolls his eye at the young girl's antics, "Fine if I play with you, will you leave me alone?" Y/n nodded furiously.

With a tired sigh, Tim leaves his desk, picking up the game chip. "Thirty minutes, max, you got it?"

Y/n laughs happily, running out of his room and down to the lounging room. Tim smiles, a familiar warmth filling his chest.

_

Tim opens his eyes slowly, the early morning sky peeking through the curtains to greet him. A dream, a memory, a mix of both. Tim groans, what a mess this whole situation was.

Slowly, he lifted himself out of bed, checking his phone to see what time it was.

5:34 am

He let out another tired groan, it was too early to be awake. Sadly, he knew falling back asleep would be impossible. Slipping on some sweatpants, Tim makes his way to the kitchen to brew some coffee.

He makes it to the kitchen, tiredly grabbing the coffee grounds from the cabinet, and making his way to the coffee machine.

Tim watches the coffee slide into his mug, the smell of coffee filling the kitchen, before walking back to the cabinet to get some sugar. While he would usually drink his coffee black, he was in the mood for something sweet.

"Can I borrow the sugar when you're done?" A groggy voice asked him.

Tim jumps, swiftly turning around to see who spooked him. Y/n stands behind him with a bowl of Cheerios.

"..."

"..."

Tim sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Why are you up this early?" Y/n shrugged, "Couldn't sleep." She answered.

Frowning, Tim walks back over to the coffee machine, which has stopped brewing. Y/n watches, frowning at his lack of answering, before following.

He puts two spoons of sugar into his coffee, stirring it thoroughly, then passes Y/n the sugar. She mumbles a quiet thank you, putting a little bit of sugar in her cheerios.

Tim and Y/n sit with each other, quietly enjoying the silent Manor.

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It was early afternoon, and Y/n was sneaking some of the cookies Alfred had made. They were heavenly, light, and sweet, the chocolate rich and smooth.

Jason enters the kitchen, clearing his voice, and catching Y/n's attention. "Looks like I've caught a little thief," Jason smirked, Y/n giving him a wide-eyed look, knowing she was caught red-handed.

"...You can have Dick's portion if you don't tell."

Jason laughs, before nodding, "OK, deal." He walks over to Y/n, taking a cookie and biting into it. "Mmm~ They are as good as I remember." Jason chuckles, "Plus, Dick has enough sweets, I'm sure he won't mind me taking some of his."

"Oh? Really now?"

Y/n and Jason look at each other before turning around slowly facing the eldest Wayne. He had a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes.

"You think I've had enough sweets? Can't help but feel like you're implying something, Jaybird."

Y/n makes a break for it, leaving Jason behind. "Wha- You Traitor!!" Jason yells as Y/n makes her getaway.

While running Y/n bumps into Damien, causing both of them to stumble. "What the- why are you running around the mansion? You're supposed to be with Alfred." Damion glares at Y/n, annoyed. She bashfully rubs the back of her head, "I was running from Dick," she admits, "speaking of which, do you know any hiding spots? I think I can hear him coming, he must have finished off Jason." Rest in peace Jason... again.

Damion deadpanned, "Seriously?" He blandly questioned. He grumbled when Y/n nodded, a pleading look in her eyes. Dick has been annoying him recently. So, Damien supposes helping Y/n would be a good way to get back at him. Nodding, he helps Y/n up. "I've got some places for you to hide. Follow me."

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Y/n and Damion hid in a small crawl space behind one of the larger paintings for around twenty minutes.

Sadly, Dick is very set on finding Y/n, so twenty minutes was not enough hiding time.

"I got you Y/n!" Dick picked Y/n up, a squeal escaping her as he spins her around. "I'm going to get you back for eating my cookies," he said playfully while carrying Y/n to the living room. Throwing her onto the couch, then trapping her in a hug.

"Let me go." She whined, trying to get out of his grip. Dick smiles, laughing at Y/n's misery, "No, you ate my cookies. Now you must pay the ultimate price." He cackled evilly.

Y/n frowned, "And here I thought you were a hero who believed in mercy." She said, giving him a betrayed and disappointed look, and making him laugh.

Bruce enters the room with a serious look on his face, instantly killing the mood. He looks at Y/n and Dick, before talking.

"Y/n, Clark is here to visit you."

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@rosecentury

Chapter 5

[sweatyracoon]

Seungmin x Reader (AFAB)

(a/n): this is my first story in a while so bare with me-- TwT

Warnings: suggestive, hand and arm fetish, language, best friend! Seungmin, lemme know if I missed anything

MDNI!

You and Seungmin have been friends for nearly three years before he debuted, meeting in in high school. You two became inseparable, even after moving into dorms with the guys. You practically lived with them anyway.

The guys became your family just as they had to Seungmin, and treated you like a younger sister.

You slept on the couch of whichever dorm Seungmin was in, since they changed roommates every once and a while.

You thought of Seungmin like a brother ever since you met him, and he you, as his sister. But after his debut, puberty hit him like a truck. His features became more pronounced and less innocent like, and his body hardened and grew.

You were always chilling with the staff when they were filming or doing concerts. Seungmin always insisted you be wherever he was, as you were his anchor. He never let you stay in one spot without him.

The first time you noticed your shift in feelings was when you were watching their dance practice. Seungmin decided you should be surprised. He didn't let you know which song beforehand, so you couldn't try to predict the choreography.

Before the guys started, however, you noticed Felix grinning at you, but you had no idea as to why.

Since it was a practice day, all the boys were wearing comfortable, loose clothing, things they were confident they could dance in. Seungmin wore one of his largest sweaters, one of your favorites on him, and basketball shorts. His hair flopped lazely across his forehead, bouncing with any sudden movement.

He caught your eye before the music started, and you flashed him a thumbs up, making him smile softly.

It was one of their new songs, one you hadn't heard before, so you were entranced immediately.

The intro itself looked uncomfortable. Minho resting his back on his members feet while Felix seemed to puppeteer him from a standing position, the guys letting Minho get comfortable while they were on their backs.

That took a lot of trust.

They were all doing great, and this quickly became one of your favorites so far. But all you could do was watch Seungmin.

Even though Minho was the dancer of the group, your vocalist made dancing look so simple, so easy. The fluidity of his body make your breath hitch.

And what made you feel so weak was when Changbin said "Poppin'".

Not just Seungmin,but the entire group crouched slightly, thrusting their hips I'm circular motions while tilting their necks, exposing their Adams apples individually.

Seungmin himself has seemed to have perfected this move. He locked eyes with yours and smirked, thrusting his hips a bit harder compared to the rest, making your ears turn red and to your chest heave.

He continues while the song plays ok the background, no longer looking at you.

And once again, Changbins part arrives, with Chan, Seungmin, and Han doing the tower with their hands. And that's when you lost all sense.

Seungmins hands.

You hadn't ever once looked at his hands, but now that you saw them, they are all you can see.

Throughout the entirety of the dance practice, all you lived for was Seungmins hands.

As you say in your seat patiently, your own fingers grasped at the sweats you were wearing, feeling the sting of your manicured nails through the fabric on your thighs.

Out of breath, Seungmin walks over to you, sitting beside you as he sips on his water.

"Aside from the staff, you are the first STAY to watch that dance. What'd you think, y/n?" Seungmin said, rolling his sleeves up.

"It was really great, Min. You did a good job," you swallowed hard, now seeing the veins protruding from his lengthy arms. Dancing must be what does that to him.

"Are you okay, y/n? You look a little pale," Seungmin asked, concern etched on his face. He went to list a hand to your forehead, but you suddenly flinched back, making him freeze.

"y/n? What's wrong?" Seungmin looked hurt, but didn't touch you.

"Nothing Minnie, really."

"Seungmin, I need your help really quick!" You heard Felix shout from the doorway. You look over at him, seeing a knowing look in his eyes.

"Hold on," he said, looking back to you. "y/n. Did I do something wrong?" Seungmins breathing seems to have changed in the short period he started talking to you.

You glanced at his exposed arms and his long, slim fingers, sighing when dirty thoughts started forming in your head. Closing your eyes, only to open them with a small smile.

"Just had a moment, Min. I'm better, I promise!" You added a giggle at the end, hoping he would take it and leave.

He nodded, leaving you in the dance room as he left for Felix. Little did you know that he noticed the heat on your eyes when you looked at his limbs.

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(a/n): should I make a part two? I already have an idea, but i want to make sure this is worthy enough

Also-

WTF his arms and hands are so attractive!!!

[harlowtales]

Y/N goes into labour at Gazebo Fest with Jack on stage 👶🏻

18+ only - Mature Themes🚨

“Ok baby I hope you’re ok.” Jack said as he kissed you and grabbed his keys heading out the door to head to Gazebo Fest sound check in the heat of a May Kentucky afternoon.

“Will you please go? Grandpa is coming to pick me up later. We’ll be in the VIP section so gramps is out of the way. I know this is your first festival you’re running for the city and I’m about to deliver this baby at any moment but everything is going to be fine.” You went in for a deeper kiss as you couldn’t get enough of your husband’s pillowy perfect heart shaped lips. Your favourite thing to do was suck on his juicy bottom lip just to remind him of who’s boss.

“Mmmmm don’t start ok, I’m going to be late. I don’t know how you manage to heighten my anxiety and calm me down at the same time.” Jack said to you half wanting to take you into the bedroom but his heart was beating fast as he had his mind on the 2 days coming up of the whole production of the festival. It was all on him to make it a success.

As planned Grandpa came to get you and promised he wouldn’t go and try to get too close to the action. He insisted on going and Jack had a hard time talking him out of things. Now that you were pregnant it was more him keeping an eye on you.

“Are you comfortable Y/N? Let me know if you need anything” Grandpa said as you took your seats. He was forever the gentleman and it was obvious where Jack got it from.

“I’m fine, just feeling the pressure is all” you said as you rubbed your belly “the baby is sitter lower.”

“Oh I know it’s just a matter of time. We’re all very excited. I have big plans for this little one. Maybe they’ll like car sales and I can buy them a dealership.” He said proudly.

“Maybe Grandpa.” You said with a giggle. Everyone was putting their 2 cents in as to what the first grandchild from Jack would be. Jack and you agreed you would let your child decide what they want. Jack said if they want to act or rap he wasn’t going to stand in the way, but was maybe hoping for a doctor or professor.

The opening acts were done and it was time for the big moment for the King of Kentucky to take the stage. You got as excited as any fan and were disappointed you weren’t allowed to watch from the side of the stage as usual but Jack wanted you out of harms way and away from the music being too loud. In the box they catered to your every need, but you would rather be hanging out around the stage drinking ice cold Modelo in the heat.

It was evening now and you didn’t want to miss Jack but it was too long of a day for you now. You asked if there was someway to lay down and Grandpa was concerned. “We can go home” he suggested kindly.

“No I….I don’t want to miss Jack.” You said wincing a bit from the baby kicking hard.

“Y/N you don’t look good.” Grandpa said honestly and concerned.

“That’s enough for you for the day. There’s plenty other times for you to see Jack.” He insisted.

“But there’s no…ouch!” You paused and winced. This felt different. It was a sharper pain you hadn’t felt before. “There’s no other first….oh!” It came again “No other first Gazebo Fest.” You finally finished saying in between wincing and flinching from sharp pains you were starting to feel in waves.

“Get over here! She’s going into labour, I need help!” Grandpa said having no idea what to do. He thought he could handle it but seeing you in such pain was too much for him. He had grown so close to you it was hard for him and he had never seen a baby born in his life. In the days his wife had babies husbands weren’t allowed in the room.

“I got this don’t worry.” Sunni said who was hanging around in the vicinity. He didn’t want to step on Grandpa’s toes who claimed territory over being beside you, but he knew if shit went down he was the only other one in Jack’s circle that could help. He had seen his sister’s kids born in her home birth and helped out during the whole ordeal.

“You got this ok?” Sunni said rubbing your back “breathe like this” he demonstrated taking a deep breath in for a count of 3 and slowly letting it out. You started to feel more in control, but the contractions were speeding up.

An ambulance was on the way and venue security was making sure the whole area was blocked off for privacy. They found a cot for you to lay on as you felt weak. Jack continued to spit bars of such hits as Nail Tech, and They Don’t Love It while you started to cry out in pain holding Sunni’s hand tight as he guided you in what to do. He advised people to not call Jack but in an open air festival people saw a commotion in your section and cell phone started coming out like crazy.

Finally the ambulance got there and gently moved you onto the stretcher. Jack saw ambulance lights in the distance and paused the show as he always did concerned about the crowd. He hadn’t yet got the news while performing that his baby was coming.

“Everyone please take one step back. An ambulance is here please if someone needs help clear the area and make sure everyone around you is safe.” He said trying to keep the crowd calm. Just then Urban came up on the stage and whispered in Jack’s ear.

“What the fuck??” He said to Urban amplified by the mic near his mouth. “She said what? Finish my set? Is she fucking crazy?”

In between contractions you sent a message for Jack to finish his set and not leave to come to the hospital. There was too much riding on Gazebo Fest for him to not continue for the fans. In your mind this made perfect sense. Sunni was with you in the ambulance and Grandpa was following in his car. Grandpa had alerted the whole family who was headed to the hospital also.

“Y’all I gotta fucking go. I’m having a baby!” Jack screamed and everyone at the festival roared as Jack jumped down off the side and took off running. Urban, his security, and assistant had no choice but to take off and try to keep up with him. Kat his assistant was running behind him with the puppy who was barking with excitement. They located the black sprinter van and jumped in “How fucking fast can you go?” Jack asked the driver “I’m having a baby.” The driver looked at him confused. “No not me my wife I mean, fuck go!!” Jack said flustered.

It took about half an hour to get to the hospital and was the longest 30 minutes of Jack’s life. “K, I need to know where my wife is. I’m Jack Harlow and her name is Y/N Harlow.” Jack explained as he walked up to the counter out of breath.

“We know who you are Mr.Harlow. Please remain calm. Your wife is on the 12 floor in room 1204, she hasn’t delivered yet, but you’ll have to squeeze in. Your whole family is in there.” The front desk admin explained not too happy with about 6 people in the birthing room that wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Maggie was wiping your brown as you were in position. You had your hospital gown on and a large sheet over your bottom half. You were dilated and the baby’s head was crowning when Jack burst into the room. They managed to stop him long enough for him to put on a gown, wash his hands, and put gloves on.

The baby was coming fast. It had only been a few hours since your contractions started. Jack got there just in time. “Whoah baby! Look at you my superstar. You…oh…oh shit! I see the head!!! She’s coming!” Jack exclaimed and let out the secret you were having a girl. None of his family knew until he just blurted it out. The whole family cheered much to the doctor’s dismay and more people had showed up like Urban and 6 of Jack’s other friends.

“Ok everyone I know this is a big deal, but it’s a little tight in here can you please step outside and Mr. Harlow please contain yourself. It’s distracting. Baby is coming and we need to focus.”

“Yeah of course doc I got you.” Jack said “Ok y’all get da fuck out.” He said to everybody ushering them out of the room. I gotta catch my little soccer ball right quick here.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant Mr.Harlow but thank you for clearing the room. Now are you ready?” The doctor said motioning for Jack to crouch down and get in position to catch the baby.

“Doc I said I got you. You don’t even need to be here for real. I got this.” Jack said confidently.

You were so happy to see him. It was getting chaotic and Jack being him brought you some peace and made you laugh which took your mind off some of the pain.

“You look good down there baby as usual, don’t trip, ain’t no thang, just need a few more pushes and she’s out.” Jack said coaching you in his own way.

“Jack don’t make me laugh right now.” You begged breathlessly holding Maggie’s hand and trying to listen to the nurse telling you when to push, breathe, and stop. He was being completely serious and didn’t get how much he was irritating the doctor.

“Ok Mrs. Harlow bear down and give a big push. This is it.” The nurse said. “Mr. Harlow get ready. Hold your hands like this. Here’s your clamp and scissors.” She said handing everything over to Jack who wasn’t ready for what everything entailed in this moment. His whole world was about to change and it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Welp you got this so I can go.” The doctor joked with Jack patting him on the back and heading for the door.

“Ah hell naw doc, I was just kidding please don’t go.” Jack begged.

“Uughhhh!!!!!” You screamed and bared down hard. The head came out and rest of the body just slipped out quickly. Jack caught his daughter filled with so many emotions he started to cry with joy. Guided by the doctor he clamped the umbilical cord and snipped it. It all happened so fast.

“Mr. Harlow you want to bring your daughter over and clean her off for mom?” The nurse asked as Jack was just stunned staring at her in his arms. Her tiny body was shaking with loud crying.

“Got good lungs on her baby.” Jack said to you staring at her and continuing to hold her.

“Jack give Y/N the baby.” Maggie said “She needs to eat and bond right away…Jackman…did you hear me?”

“Jack give me my dang baby.” You said prying her away as he was fixated on her. She latched on immediately and sucked happily resting on your tummy. She was beautiful with fine brown curls, olive complexion, and grey/hazel eyes she hadn’t fully opened yet. Jack saw a dimple like his when she yawned and he lost his mind. You were exhausted and had nothing left. Jack kissed you on the forehead and pulled back the curtain covering the glass doors.

About 20 people were waiting from outside the room. It was the most famous birth the hospital had ever had. They all would have been front row for the event had they been allowed.

“Don’t y’all got nothing better to do?” Jack teased them. “Y’all act like there ain’t a festival going on. We’ll have y’all over soon. Thanks for coming I love y’all so much but we getting on these good people last nerves so go on y’all.”

“Just one peak.” Phil said anxiously

“No come on Phil.” Said Ismail pulling him away

“Baby, you ready cuz they all crazy.” Jack said about all your family and friends

“And my family hasn’t come yet.” You said rolling your eyes. They had a ways to travel from out of state but when your mother and Grandmother and aunties got there, it was going to be something else. Your daughter had no shortage of love.

“Did you see the way I cut the cord like a boss” Jack bragged.

“Hunny please.” Maggie said “You did nothing compared to Y/N.”

“Ok fair but I executed perfectly. She has a perfect lil belly button.” He beamed with pride.

“Jack.” You said faintly as you were now just too weak and falling asleep ready to go to your room and rest.

“Yes baby?” He said “You want me to take her so you can rest. I get it give her to me.” Jack said eagerly

“No, I want you to go, like can you leave please?” You said half smiling “like how turnt can you be right now. Just looking at you is making me tired.”

“Ok. I’ll chill out but let me take her please.” He said reaching down to scoop her up.

“Hunny hold her like this.” Maggie said “hold her head properly.”

“Mom I got it.” Jack said defensively

This was just the beginning of motherhood as Mrs.Harlow.

@okaaay-mice @itsyagirljaz @ride4harlow

[gabessquishytum]

tw suicide mentioned

So Hob doesn’t understand why people don’t love live, he feels like one of the only people who actually has a will to live. so of course he decides to work for a suicide hotline. And things are going good, he’s helping people. and then M calls. “I see no reason left to live,”

“oh um, hello…”

“you have two minutes to convince me otherwise”

“woah woah woah, where are you?” Hob asked feeling frantic. the stranger on the other end of the line sighs, “on the ledge of my building why else would I be calling you?”

Hob is about to dial 911, “could I pursued you to get off the ledge and back into your house?”

the stranger sighs, and hob hears some shuffling and then a door clicking closed. ok good, not in imminent danger.

“you said you wanted reasons to live yes?”

“Indeed, I do not understand why someone would want an eternity of this,” the stranger grumbled.

“I want to live to be a hundred! I’d say that’s pretty close to eternity as for reasons to live Have you considered…chimneys?”

“excuse me?”

“chimneys are fantastic you know, we wouldn’t have had that seen from Mary poppins and handkerchiefs! Where would we be without hankies? I’m sure in a lot grosser society,”

the stranger sighs, “something from this century Mr…”

“Hob, Hob Gadling, now let’s see was ac this century?”

“no”

“how about iPhones?”

“I will not live for an iPhone,”

“what about love?” Shit, he crossed a line.

“she left me… took our son too”

“oh…”

They spent the next hour talking Hob talked about his dead wife and being a single father while the stranger gave the first letter of his name. Fair trade.

M hung up feeling a little more optimistic and Hob gave himself a pat on the back for a good job.

“Hob could you come here?” Ronnie wasn’t the chatty type so hob assumed something was very wrong.

“hey Ronnie, what’s up?”

“well um there’s a man whose been calling everyday and he’s been asking for you specifically…” Ronnie blushed.

“Can you transfer the call to my phone?”

Ronnie obliged.

Hob picked up the phone preparing for the worst. “is this…Hob Gadling?”

it was M! Hob was mortified.

“M what are you doing calling everyday, is something wrong?”

“no, I’m fine, I feel better than I have in a long time. I was trying to reach you to say thank you and to…chat”

hob sighed, “M I’ve got a job,”

he heard a defeated whimper on the other end.

“Alright alright I’ll give, listen I’m not supposed to do this get out a pen and paper cause I won’t say it twice.”

and hob gave M his personal phone number.

and suddenly Morpheus and Hob had something new to live for, love.

-🦎

Ohhh boy yeah I can totally see this playing out! I'm definitely super fascinated by the idea of Hob working/volunteering on a crisis hotline. Especially when he's kind of at the opposite end of the spectrum. I do think he'd be genuinely interested in why people experience such drastically different views on life. Maybe he'd hope that his own outlook on life could be helpful. He knows that he's lucky - it's time to give back to the community and appreciate exactly how lucky he is to have good mental health.

M is the person who really teaches Hob about what its like to struggle. But still, he hopes that he might have made a difference. Maybe it was dumb to talk about chimneys and love, but it did get M to open up! Hob has so many hopes for the man, and he's secretly thrilled that he actually gets an update that M is feeling hopeful too! It's against all the rules, but talking to M - Morpheus - every day... Hob feels like it's doing both of them good. Morpheus is in therapy, he's feeling more confident, he sees a little more brightness in the world. In turn, Hob feels a greater understanding of himself and his own life. Hes a better person, now. And he feels a love for Morpheus which is growing every day.

It's slow, and steady, and there are bumps in the road. Morpheus’s mental health comes above all else for Hob, and he's keen to make sure that his lover takes care of himself. Even if that means taking breaks from their relationship. Hob knows that as long as his Morpheus is alive and well, he'll be happy. And if they keep on working together, step by step, there's a bright future for both of them.

And maybe one day it'll be Morpheus working at the crisis hotline right alongside Hob, telling everyone exactly why life is worth living.

[melodygatesauthor]

MELODY!!!

hello.

Just poppin in to ask you what are your thots on the moon boys if they were jealous?👀

Ohhhh yess NONNIE YES OK OK OK.

I won't go the Yandere route (though I do have a request sitting in my inbox for Yandere MK and I'm more than excited)

Thots/NSFW below the cut - Got carried away w/ this one.

Ok I'm going to assume that they're jealous of someone else and not each other. - For fun, let's say they saw you drooling over a character on TV.

Steven

Definitely will require lots of reassurance before he feels less jealous.

"You sure seemed to like that character on TV the other day."

Is watching your reaction every single time the character pops up on TV. Feels a lottle upset at how sparkly your eyes get when they're on screen.

When you finally realize how jealous he is you remind him that your reality is so much better than the silly fantasy you imagined with the character.

When it comes time for sex later, Steven's got his whole body flush against yours while he thrusts into you.

"Gonna make you forget all about what's their name, love."

"Think they'd have you whimpering and crying like this?" He's asking with his mouth pressed to your ear.

"Steven, it's just a character on TV I-"

He's covering your mouth, not wanting to hear you say another word about it while he slams his thick cock into you over and over.

"I don't want to hear you talk about them yeah? It's just me now, I'm the one makin' you feel good."

Steven's proud to see his cum trickling out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets as though he's reminded you that no one will ever make you feel the way he does.

Marc

Marc sees the way you look at the character on TV and watches your eyes light up.

Never seen her look at me like that, he thinks. He watches you to see if you keep looking at them like that. You bite your lip, his brow is pulled together tightly.

Marc is changing the channel almost immediately.

"I was watching that." You protest.

"Yeah, I saw." He's saying in a gruff tone, flipping through the channels.

You grab his arm, "are you jealous...of a character on TV?"

He's saying no, but you notice that he's grumpy any time you mention wanting to watch the show again.

Later that night, you're on top of Marc, looking down at his darkened frustrated eyes and slowly lowering yourself over his cock.

"Marc, you feel so good, shit." You're gasping and holding back screams while he bucks his hips upward into you.

"Tell me more, tell me how good I feel baby." Marc is practically begging.

You continue to tell him how good he feels, and how no one else could ever make you feel that way.

He fucks up into you until his cum is squeezing out of you over his cock.

You still never get to watch that show with Marc again.

Jake

Jake's not beating around the bush. The first time you start swooning over another man, fictional or otherwise, he's got the remote and the TV is off.

"Jake, I was watching that."

"I saw what you were watching, bebita." A sly smirk crosses his lips.

"Jake I-" You start protesting but he's grabbing your jaw, middle and forefinger pushing past your lips and resting on your tongue.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

He has you naked, on your knees in front of him with his legs spread wide within seconds.

He's taking a long draw from his cigarette and blowing it in your face.

Jake's asking you, "what is it about that pendejo that has mi bebita so worked up...huh?"

You're shaking your head, "Jake it's just a character from-"

He doesn't care, and after several leather gloved spankings later, you're on the couch, back pressed against his chest, cock sheathed deep within your cunt, and his face pressed against your jaw.

"You want me to start moving, cariño?" You're begging for friction, for him to fuck you. You're begging so much you're in tears.

His fingers have been resting on your clit unmoving for nearly ten minutes, and you've been cock-warming him for the same length of time, just feeling it gently pulsating inside of you.

"Jake, please, I'm sorry I won't look at them again, I need you to-"

And oh he does, until you can hardly remember your own name, let alone some character on TV.

[tacobellabeanburrito]

AYO THAT WAS GOOD THO.

Um, was not expecting Sir Pentious to get fucking redeemed like that? Holy shit, that was awesome!! Twist I did not expect. I knew he was gonna still live because I love that fucker and everyone else does too so he’s not gonna die. BUT, still unexpected for him to come back as a redeemed sinner. But such a slay.

I love Alastor, and I’m a little sad he didn’t like, get good with like, hurting Adam. But I love that Lucifer came back and fucking slaughtered Adam. Hilarious. Absolutely stunning. So fucking funny.

Alastor, fucking Alastor. He is so fucking done with his deal and how much you bet there’s gonna be a thing where he fucking betrays everyone but then also gets redeemed or some shit? I hope so, or at least, kinda hope so. I love that fucking dickhead so much.

NIFTY! WE GOT TO SEE HER DO SHIT! Love her, but she never gets enough screen time. So glad she was the one who really killed Adam. Also!! Let’s just talk about Nifty and Alastor friendship!!?? And his obvious besties relationship with Rosie (Love her Mary Poppins ass already).

We are getting a season 2, right? I sure hope so. The team did all they could with those 8 episodes, but those 8 episodes had some right writing I did not expect from such a short show. It’s incredible they were able to do that. Such a slay for them.

Uhhh, let’s see. Oh right, Lilith. Girl. Oh. I already hate her. So she’s in Heaven huh? Living it up? While her daughter and her found family is about to be killed? Hell no. Don’t like her.

Oh wait, let’s talk about Alastor again. Bro is so powerful. But bro got stabbed, harsh. And his powers all depend on his mic? Ok, new info. Slay though.

OH WAIT. So since Sir Pentious got redeemed by doing good, but then dying in Hell. Does that mean that works for everyone? Like, the reason why it wasn’t working was because nobody who was trying to redeem themselves had died in Hell and gone to Heaven? Yk what I’m talking about? Anyway.

Good show. Jolly good show.

[luimagines]

It’s The Little Things

Another commission!

It’s Dragon Warrior with an OC of theirs. I got permission to post it.

I also threw in a tiny hint of royal au as well. I promise Warrior has a backstory in this au, but it’s doesn’t come out.

Content under the cut!

The door burst open in what was now the usual flair. Their scent of baked goods and magical mischievousness filled his nose in an instant.

Looking up from the paperwork, the Captain gently sets his pen to the side, knowing that there’s very little going to get done while in their presence. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “And the winds have once again changed direction, I see.”

“And when they change once more, I will leave again, Pretty Boy.” They hopped onto his desk with practiced ease, crossing one leg over the other. A smirk decorates their face easily and they lean backwards with their hand precariously too close to the edge.

The Captain makes a mental note of it just in case and raises an eyebrow- seemingly unperturbed by the disturbance in his work day. “Very Mary Poppins of you.”

“You didn’t even know who she was until you met me.”

“While true, I’d say that you’re more well begun is half done than a spoonful of sugar.” He smirks back. He reaches over and picks up a plate of cookies, putting them in front of his impromptu guest with a soft clink against the table. “Try these. Tell me what you think.”

The nonchalant attitude stays on their face as they reach for the least decorated cookie. They take a bite and make a face. “Too much baking powder.”

“Thought you’d figure it out.” Warrior smiles.

“It’s still not half bad though.” They continue to nibble on the treat. Granted, it wasn’t even remotely one of their favorites but they had forgotten to eat earlier. So the cookie will suffice as a small token to hold them over.

“Uh-huh.” Warrior pushes the plate close to them. “You can have as many as you want then.”

They pause before bringing the cookie plate even closer. “It’s not your job to feed me, you know.”

“Someone has to do it.” He smiles wider. “Heaven knows you don’t do it yourself.”

A quiet curse and a pout.

Chuckles are hidden beneath the breath.

“Ok and?” The challenge. “It’s not like you knew I was coming over today anyway.”

“But Saffron-” He grins. “It’s the third Wednesday. Of course you’d come today.”

“Link-!” They bite their tongue. Did they really have that pattern?

He smirks, seeing nothing wrong with the topic at hand. “And you really expect me to not have put it together by now? You come back every third Wednesday between noon and two o’clock.  And you tend to stay for at least four hours. That being said, I’m about to have lunch. Would you care to join me?”

They stare at him and squint. “You didn’t eat either, did you?”

“....I had a coffee…”

“You’re worse than me.” Saffron hops off of the desk and scoffs. “And you dare call me out on my bad habits?”

“I never said I was better.” He stands as well. “Is that a yes, then? Should I expect your company this fine afternoon?”

Saffron stalled mid bite, switching their gaze from the hero beside them to the cookies that still sat undisturbed on the plate. “Sure.” They tossed the cookie back onto the ceramic. “What’s on the menu?”

He grins with a wide to wide toothy smile. He holds his hand out with a slight bow. “Do you want me to answer that?”

Seeing right through him, Saffron takes his hand with a deadpan stare. “Don’t even think about it.”

His grin only proves that he’s definitely thinking about it. 

With a huff, Saffron begins to walk in time with the young captain. Granted, there’s no reason to be so flippant with him. Everyone knows that he’s the right hand man to the Ancient King of Kokiri. No one is sure how he came into his employment- only that he’s an invaluable asset and is second in the kingdom only to the king himself.

However, while others would owe him respect- Saffron takes it as a challenge to push him to the limits of his sanity. They have yet to find them. He’s a lot worse than most people would be willing to admit. Even he’s also stupidly charming.

“You’re overthinking again.” Warrior whispers into their ear, startling them out of their thoughts.

Saffron rolls their eyes, ready to retort before they feel something snake around their waist. They look down. A shining blue to green holographic tail wraps itself snugly around them, pulling them even closer to the captain. It’s a limb of pure muscle. There’s no escaping its hold.

“Um… Cap-”

“Yes?” The tail tightens it’s hold ever so slightly. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re holding me.” Saffron breathes out. Not because they’re struggling to breathe- or perhaps they are, but that’s hardly the fault of the tail.

“I am.” He agrees without a second thought. “I simply want to have you close… and it’s a fool proof plan to make sure you run off and create any more trouble for me to deal with afterwards.”

“Just for that I’m going to make your paperwork, twice as long as usual.” Saffron sends a small glare, refusing to look up at the would-be captor.

“You do this every time, so I can’t say that it's anything new, Sweetheart.” He chuckles, opening the door for the two of them to enter the dining hall.

The hall is grandiose and brightly lit. The King sits at the head of the table, apparently finished with most of his meal. He spots the two of them entering with his single eyes and shakes his head. He stands up at once.

“Oh hey!” Saffron calls out, ready to cause more mischief. “Good afternoon, your majesty. Didja miss me?”

“I’ll be in my study.” He sends a knowing look to the captain. “Please try to keep the stink bombs and sticky glue to a confined area, captain.”

Warrior nods with a subtle gulp. The king winks at him just before he closes the door and leaves entirely.

To his credit, Warrior meets the look head on but internally, the captain wants to groan and look away in embarrassment. He didn’t think he was being that obvious. But perhaps it was because he was also a dragon. It’s not like scent can be hidden from the perceptive noses of their species. Or perhaps it was because of his age that he simply knew things that didn’t need to be said.

“Jeeze, you’d think he doesn’t want to talk to me.” Saffron huffed, crossing their arms as the king left them to their own devices.

“We both know he’s a busy man.” 

“I can clear his schedule.”

“And be banned from the castle? Again?”

“Hey- he needs to up security, ok? Even if it comes to that, I'm pretty sure I can sneak in again.” they said confidently. Even going so far as to pat his shoulder in consolation. “So it’s not something you need to worry your pretty little head about.”

“You realize I’m the one in charge of security, right?” Warrior snorts, leading them further into the room. He pulls a chair away from the table and picks them up, using only his tail to place them into the seat before tucking them close.

“Wait- hold on-” Saffron tries to back track. They hadn’t anticipated his comment nor were they expecting him to simply pick them up, with his tail no less. 

“That was… first of all, impressive.” Warrior preens with pride as they continue speaking. “Secondly, have you been giving me the easy way into the palace this entire time?”

“You’re welcome.” He says without much thought. The food comes not a moment too soon and is placed without any comments from the servants of the palace. A plate seems to have already been prepared for their “unexpected” guest.

Saffron’s jaw falls a little- too slack to keep it close as the information begins to be processed. A beat passed and another and another and Saffron can only push aside the food that they’ve been given around on the plate. “I can’t believe you…”

“Why not?” Warrior says between bites. “I’m not trying to make your life harder. I hear of your exploits in neighboring kingdoms from time to time since I have to be updated with all current climates both politically and socially. You have quite the fanbase.”

“I- but- ok.” Saffron pushes their chair back and spins to look him in the eye. “So am I supposed to have been played for a fool here? Who do you take me for?”

“A hero.”

The rant they had been prepared to lay down on the poor man dies before it can even properly sit on their tongue.

Warrior tucks his tail and wings back into his more human form and sends them a tired smile. “The Kingdom of Kokiri is a safe haven. At least, that is what we strive for. We are far from perfect but you come here for a reason. Half the time, I think it’s just to annoy me and cause trouble you know you can get away with. But you’re not one to do that in other places. So that means you’re here to catch a break. You’re here to get away from the problems you deal with everywhere else.”

In that moment, he appears to show how the job has aged him- even if the dragonite blood in his veins keeps him from aging like the rest of the population. He looks exhausted and tired and worn down- but pleased. And proud to do what he does. If Saffron bothered to pay a little more attention, then they would have also noticed the respect he holds for them in his gaze… with a touch of adoration to boot.

“Not to mention…” Warrior leans in like he’s about to tell a secret and perhaps he is. “I like having you around. You keep me from running myself into an early grave and you break up the monotony of paperwork- so why would I try to kick you out? On purpose, of all things.” 

Saffron is stunned. Typically they would have something to say but this time their words fail them. 

This is off script. There’s supposed to be witty banter and sassy comments. If it was a lucky day, maybe it would have been enough to push each other buttons and actually annoy the other person. Then they’d share a cup of coffee, and maybe avoid personal obligations for a little while longer and go their separate ways. Rinse and repeat.

They can feel their cheeks flush with the unanticipated genuine emotion from the one that sits to their left.

Warrior doesn’t seem to notice, or care all that much for the vulnerability that blankets the air around them. He’s happy to eat in silence even if it’s out of character for the one that sits to his right. 

“Is it that hard to believe that I like your company?” He says when he’s close to finishing his meal.

“Well…” Saffron trails off. Suppose that it’s not. It would make the casual remarks from their friend, Prince Link from the Kingdom of Wolfvendom, a little easier to digest. Something about belonging to the heart of Kokiri.

Not that this Link is the heart of the kingdom… Even if he handles a lot of the nitty gritty work that the king cannot handle on his own.

Warrior chuckles, reaching out for their hand while they’re lost in thought. He brings his other hand close, running his palm over the back of their hand  “I have your favorite snacks back in the office. Just remind me to get them for you before you head out again, yeah?”

“...yeah…” Saffron smiles softly. They squeeze his hand for a moment, still trying to get their flame back after having been dosed with genuine compliments.

Warrior sees right through it. “I’ll even throw in my mother’s recipe for gingersnap cookies.”

“Thank you.”

[airasora]

As some of you might remember, I lost one of my birds, my kakariki Sweeney, over 2 months ago due to an accident that was entirely my own fault. I struggled with a lot of self-loathing for a long time and along with realizing how toxic my workplace is, I kinda completely broke down. I haven't been to work since Sweeney died, but I'm starting again next week, slowly with just 2 days a week to begin with.

During my mourning period, I found myself looking at birds at shelters, breeders, anywhere. It was an odd way to deal with the pain, and I had no intention of adding a new member to my flock. But then I came across a breeder who had conures. Specifically, she was currently looking for homes for two pineapple-colored conures. Long story short, she and I had a really good connection and while someone else adopted the last of her conure babies, she heard my story and told me she could tell I was a good bird mom whom she knew would give any of her babies a loving home. So...

Say hello to the newest member of my bird family... one of these guys here ❤️ More specifically, hopefully one of the pineapple colored ones will be a male, and I'm bringing him home in a month or so. His name is gonna be Beetlejuice and his breeder is the most loving person I have ever met. She forms such strong connections with all her babies, hand-feeding and training them as much as she can so they're ready for their new homes. It'll be my first time bringing home a bird who will already be very used to hands, so it's going to be an amazing experience.

While no one can replace Sweeney - nor do I have a desire to try and replace him - I have been missing his love and affection. You see, I have different relationships with all my birds since they have different personalities.

Hamilton is very independent, but loves being pet. And he's the only one who'll let me give him scritches. He also always willingly step up on my hand, even if he'd rather not, he's just very polite lol.

Poppins the other hand does NOT want to be pet, but he'll climb on me, follow me into the bathroom and kitchen and will try and share his food with me.

I have close to no relationship with Wonka and Moulin, my two adopted birds who came from abusive homes. Neither will come close to me, though Wonka will let me walk by him without flying away now. Coming from abusive homes, building a relationship with them will take a long time, and I'm ok with that. I have loads of patience when it comes to birds.

And then there was Sweeney, who also didn't want scritches, but followed me around and would have verbal battles with me where we'd yell peekaboo at each other. We also had a game where I'd hold out my finger and he'd bonk his beak against it. He never learned to say "beep" when we did this, but he knew exactly what beep meant. He would also sit on me and play with my hair and climb around. And I miss that. I miss this little loving, ball of pure energy.

Sweeney can't be replaced, but Beetlejuice will be a new, loving member of my little family. I'm so excited to bring him home in a month 🥰

[iced-souls]

Damn the gravity falls deciphering be getting me into a grind huh

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE HAS CIPHERS??? (Languages really but—)

ROTTMNT!!!!!!

Ok so i know someone’s probably made a thing like this already considering it’s been a while since both the rottmnt show and movie have come out, but I couldn’t find any with the searching strategy i was using (looking in the google photos section for something exactly 1 time),

So i decided to do the much easier way of deciphering that is struggling to do it myself!!! Yayyy!!!!!

Now the thing i was TRYING to decipher was this thing on the key:

I didn’t actually end up finding it in the end, BUT I DID FIND OTHER STUFF/ WILL TRY AGAIN ANOTHER TIME

And this is the part I actually find more interesting

On this image for the design of the key’s map thing there’s a bunch of krang letters in it

There’s a very blurry version of the krang alphabet, which imma show the image its found on later but point is—

The alphabet is blurry WHICH IS WHY SEARCHING THE ALPHABET THAT SOMEONE HAS CLEANED UP IS GOOD—

NO you’d be wrong if you thought that because I couldn’t find any that had all/ 100% accurate letters to this image, but there were ones that were semi-accurate so

Credit to this post for the clean thing,

looking at the clearer version plus comparing to the blurry but canon version, I was able to put together this

(Note: I forgot to write it but the faded one at the bottom left is a Q)

I don’t know if the random letters/numbers scattered around actually combine to mean something BUT

COWABUNGA

GYYAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA GOD DAMN WHY DID NO ONE SPEAK OF THIS TO ME

Frickin theories poppin in, PLEASE dont tell me them past warriors *cough* maybe travel back in time turts *cough* signed off the krang with a cowabunga, ITS ON THE RIM OF THE KEY TOO BRO—

ANYWHO, it may say cowabunga on the rim of the key BUT, the code i was trying to get is on both the bottom and back of the key SO

I now have more clear letters of the krang alphabet. There are more on the page where the alphabet is found which you’ll see i also deciphered at the botttom BUT putting everything together I got this:

Presumably. The letters the key design page gives you are all different “letters”, since none of them fully match with each other. Hell it’s probably just some rune/spell thing, maybe even individual words.I tried seeing maybe its simplified versions of the other language? Cant put together any words with that so far tho.. plus the big symbol seems strange to be on its own.

Anywho i’ve come up with 2 things in this, 1 they either said cowabunga in the past or the turtles were gonna go into the past, and 2 i am going down an unintended rabbit hole. Maybe imma try post an alphabet of me own haha.

Ok have fun with this should you not have already known!!!

[i-love-harryosborn-dotcom]

❤️⭐️Get To Know Me⭐️💙

a brief introduction to your friendly neighborhood Parker Kinnie

more below the cut!

⭐️ General To Know Jazz ⭐️

Names/Nicknames: Parker, Heebles

Age: 22

Pronouns: He/They/It

Primary Hobbies/Interests: Art, Gaming, Movie Watching, Food

⭐️ Interests, Info & Hobbies Elaborated! ⭐️

My Parker Kinnie Sources: Raimi Spiderman, TASM Movies, Insomniac Spiderman, Some Spiderverse Movie stuff (i just generally pull a lot of kinnieism from a lot of parker’s core narrative themes/struggles lol)

Special Interests: Pokemon, Animals

Current Interests +: HTML Coding, Pixel Art, Art RPGs, Pokemon, Dinosaurs, “Bugs”, Hazbin/Helluva (im critical as fuck of these), Character Design, Mood boards/stimboards, 4*Town, Diorama creation, food/cooking

Current Disinterests: talking abt politics here??, im actually not sure what to put here rn ngl 🫡

Hobbies +: Watching Movies (Horror Especially), Playing Games, Watchin Video Essays & Restoration or Tiny Cooking Videos

Games I Enjoy RN: Planet Zoo, Subnautica, Pokemon, Lioden, Slime Rancher 1 & 2, webbed

Cool Queer Labels I’ve Collected: Aro/Ace Spec, Pansexual, Polyamorous, Nonbinary, Transgender, Xenogender

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⭐️ Trivia :]!

- favorite color is purple

- my main fursona is a wild boar monster!

- im a big parksborn shipper but im also a huge multishipper 🍕🫶

- i actually dont eat pepperoni, my pizza order is a medium pan w/ extra sauce n light cheese 🍕🍕 but thats ok!

- im a southern parker kinnie 🫡 image pete w/ a slight texan twang ig

- im hella into red heads Harry Osbo :3

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⭐️ Interaction Notes ⭐️

I block liberally to protect my peace & curate my experience online. If you interact in a way im not cool with or post about my personal icks, i may block you! And thats okay :]! What i do doesn’t determine you, please don’t block evade

Note 2 Minors: This acc is sfw so i dont mind you interacting w/ my personal posts or chatting back n forth via reblogs, but know that im not interested in interacting a ton personally in DMs or anything 👍

DNI/Fast Blocks: proship, racists/queerphobes, TERFs, anti-xenogender girlies, generally assholeish ppl lol

God Please Interact: Parksborn Shippers, Queer/Autistic Artists, Furry Artists/Furries, Other Spiderman fans :]! (Especially insomniac), pokemon fans

Inbox/Requests: See Bio for up to date status but normally they’re very open! Im good w/ random questions, rambling, info dumping etc. And im normally cool w/ art requests :]!

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⭐️ Account Tags 2 Note ⭐️

#Parkers Pizza = Anything 2 do w/ my weird food aesthetic interest

#Poppin Parker = My Autistic Rants/Rambling

#Parker Playtime = My Game Rambling/Screenshots

#Parky Parker = My AUs

#Paintin Parker = My Art Posted Here

#Herping Parker = Posts w/ Bugs & Other Small Critters

#Planty Parker = Posts w/ Mushrooms/Fungi & Plant-central posts

#Paleo Parker = Posts w/ Dinos/Prehistoric Life

#Parker Blinkies = Blinkie reblogs 4 me to look back on/harvest from

More are sure 2 come

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⭐️ Relevant Links 2 Me ⭐️

Nothin Rn 🍕 There will probably be an art masterlist or AU masterlist one day

Definitely gonna be a blinkie masterlist lol

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Fun Blinkies!

(You’ll see a lot of these on my acc) Credit

[harlowtales]

PART 2

Jack faces a glitch in his master plan but can he turn things around?

📍See Part 1: Jack decides to teach his friends a lesson for how they treat Y/N

18+ Adult Themes - Drama/Language

It was all over town. Drake and JCole were coming to Lexington and of course Jack wouldn’t miss it. His two idols couldn’t pass through Kentucky without paying homage to the King of Kentucky. The buzz was crazy and there was already thousands of people on a Ticketmaster wait list.

Everyone in Jack’s crew looked forward to going. No question Jack would perform Churchill Downs with Drake and the afterparty would be legendary. Immediately his team went into preparation putting out promo. Jack started getting calls from his inner circle. “Of course you’re all coming” He said on his 20th call for the morning. Even his mother called. “Really mom?” He said incredulously.

As part of Jack’s team you flew into prep mode to support Neelam with anything she needed to coordinate the perfect experience with Drake and Cole’s teams. You got to FaceTime with both of them and realized Jack must have a nickname for you that he was telling everybody to call you by.

When Drake got on the phone with you he said the same thing as JCole “Sup lil Mama.” They endearingly said.

“Jackman.” You said seriously to Jack one morning, why’s everyone starting to call me “Lil Mama?”

“Cuz pups is Lil Yo and you Lil Mama.” He said as he pecked you on the forehead preparing to head to the studio for the day.

“Ah ok thanks for clearing that up.” You said smiling to yourself that he considered you, him, and the puppy such a unit. You didn’t live with him but you may as well. You had a lot of stuff at his place like clothes and a toothbrush. Technically you actually lived on campus.

Since the incident with you telling him about his female friends being two-faced with you Jack had a plan to fuck with them for fucking with you and you couldn’t wait.

You took “Lil Yo” a.k.a Lou Lou for a walk, went to the gym, and headed to art class. The bartender from the club Jack DJ’d at was in your class and always held a spot for you. “Hey girl” he said “You ready to present today?”

“So ready, I did a ton of research for this art history project. How about You?” You asked him.

“I’m not as prepared as you which is no surprise.” He replied with a sigh. “So has Mr. Lovin on Me proposed yet?”

You were surprised at the randomness of the question.

“Is there something you know that I don’t?” You said slightly irritated.

“Just think it’s been awhile. From what you’ve told me there’s no shortage of competition.” He said. Word in Jack’s circles was a proposal was coming.

Jack was going to pop the question and his female friends were saying in secret chat rooms that Jack could do better. Your friend was in that chat and you had no idea. He got chummy with some of them the night you ditched them to talk to him at the bar for so long. Finding out they had the same goals of hating you and Jack as a couple, they invited him into their inner circle of witches.

He wanted you badly since first year of college. The mission they gave him was to get things on you they could use and provoke a situation where you kiss, or even sleep with him and they get Jack back as an eligible bachelor. When Jack was single they believed one of them had a shot at landing him and they would all share the benefits in money, clothes, gifts, or trips, and have access to other rich men.

Jack was FaceTiming you which he often did when you were in class. He didn’t care about timing. Class hadn’t started yet so you picked up.

“Hey babe!” You said “what’s up?”

“Just wishing you good luck today.” He said but his smile soon faded.

“Hey What’s Poppin?” The bartender appeared and waved.

“Sup.” Jack said unceremoniously

You caught the change in Jack’s tone. “Babe are you good?” You asked concerned

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said in a bit of a snarky way

“Ok either you’re suddenly bi-polar or I’m trippin.” You said about his complete switch up.

“He always sit next to you?” Jack asked

“Yeah of course, he saves me a seat most times cuz you know I’m always late.” You explained

“Oh of COURSE he saves a seat for you.” Jack repeated in a mocking way.

“Uh I gotta go hun. I love you, and don’t forget to call Drizzy this afternoon, we need everything to be perfect for the show.” You were a bit troubled by Jack’s change in behaviour all of a sudden and decided to bring him back to business.

After your presentation you were standing outside talking with your bartender friend and some other classmates who were congratulating you on a great presentation when a White Jeep rolled up with heavy bass thumping. Once people caught on who it was they swarmed the jeep screaming and whipped out their phones. Urban, Nemo, and Nicki waved to you as Jack jumped out with the puppy and came towards you. He had on jeans, a white tank top, and shades. A simple but deadly combination. He signed some autographs and took a few selfies on his way over to you and your friends.

“Baby.” He said handing you Lou Lou and planting a deep kiss on you making girls on campus wish they were you.

“Ummm hi” you said a bit embarrassed and a bit mesmerized as your lips parted. He always had that effect on you. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Well I thought I’d come see my girl and take her shopping.” He said glancing nonchalantly at the bartender who stood there with his arms folded.

“So as I was saying Y/N I think your point about Van Gough was spot on.” The bartender continued completely ignoring Jack Harlow just appeared. “Your work is amazing. I can’t wait to see it at a gallery one day. With all Jack’s connections I’m sure that’ll happen for you.” Bartender guy said. “Jack what’s your favourite piece Y/N has ever painted?”

Jack knew what this guy was trying to do but fact of the matter was Jack couldn’t really answer him. He was so absorbed in his career he didn’t know what your best work was.

“I can’t pick a favourite.” Jack said “Y/N is so talented, she can get her own opportunities and I’ll support whatever she does.”

“Wow, can’t even get a little hook up? That’s kinda rough Y/N.” The bartender said getting on Jack’s last nerve.

You watched the exchange in silence. Finally understanding what was going on. You decided to defend Jack. “You know if I was touring the globe I don’t think I’d have enough time to know all of my work either. Jack doesn’t have to know what his favourite painting of mine is. He supports me 100%.” You said lovingly looking up at Jack.

“Yeah well you’re an artist. Why did some other artist do his album cover? Drake’s 5 year old drew his album cover. Do you know all the words to Jack’s songs? I bet you know your favourite Jack Harlow song but he can’t tell us what his favourite painting is of his “Lil Mama?”” He dug into your deepest insecurities as you confided in him that you thought Jack was not selfish but self-absorbed.

Everyone was staring and a crowd was gathering. Jack didn’t want to make a scene and get you in trouble at school.

“Let’s go baby before someone gets hurt.” Jack said looking at the guy and then at his friends in the Jeep, sending a clear message. Jack’s radar went up. Only inner circle knew he called you his “Lil Mama”.

“Yeah Jack I agree let’s go” You said and looked disappointedly at who you thought was a good friend as you walked away.

“Why did you come to my school?” You said snapping your seat belt angrily.

“I thought you were happy to see me.” Jack said sarcastically.

“Since when do you show up at my school in your fucking sunglasses acting like you just showed up to some red carpet just to take me shopping? You don’t do shopping sprees, and I don’t want them. What douche bag is impersonating my boyfriend? And you should know my paintings and have a favourite!!! Everything is not about you!”

“You see what this fucking asshole is trying to do and it’s working!” Jack yelled as he hit the road. All the guys were quiet in the Jeep as you argued.

“Take me to my dorm.” You demanded.

Jack did want to take you shopping…for a ring. The thought of some other guy that shared your passion in life and could get into your head was not ok. He had to make a major move, but now he was just mad.

“Fine. Go back to your little dorm.” Jack said furiously

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.” You said bawling and slammed the Jeep door. You handed Lou Lou over to Urban and ran to your dorm. You weren’t even at the front door before you unfriended Jack on IG.

Jack’s female friends saw the unfollow as soon as it happened.

“You ok buddy?” One of them said as soon as he put them on speaker in the car.

“I’m fine why?” Jack said bewildered

“Y/N just unfollowed you.” She said

“What?” Jack said shocked “We had a fight, but why would she do that?”

“I never liked her. You don’t deserve that.” The girl said

“Naw you got it twisted. I don’t deserve Y/N” he said.

Jack couldn’t believe all the snakes in the grass and saw what everyone was trying to do to you and him. “Fellas, you wanna shut down a jewelry store so we can buy a ring in peace?” He said to his guys.

“A ring? After that just happened?” Urban said thinking his bestie had lost his mind.

“I need it now more than ever. Everyone tryna fuck me and Y/N up got it coming” Jack said determined.

“I’m down” Nemo said

“Let’s go fuck it up” Nicki agreed

“I think you’re crazy but count me in.” Said Urban

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice @ride4harlow

[naptimed]

ok full wayv album thoughts

blame it on my youth - the chorus is annoying the first time it hits but the rest of the song is SO GOOD..... the running synth in the back is so good and the bridge is INSANE..... and it sounds SO CHINESE like, it sounds exactly like what's popular in c-pop now. they were right -- this doesn't sound like old wayv at all, and i miss old wayv, but i'm not gonna lie. i love wayv 2.0 😰 they can stay, i guess

poppin' love - ok first of all. the signature sm entertainment buzz sound at the start of this song scared me so bad. but also WHEN YOU LOOKIN AT ME IM SO OFF MY FACE hell yeah every wayv album needs a cuntenserven hornysad song

ain't no thang - FUN..... HIGH ENERGY....... I NEED TO INJECT THIS SONG INTO MY BRAIN AND THAT MIGHT FIX ME

no one but you - probably my least favorite off the album, a little boring but still very enjoyable and cute. reminds me of something that'd be on exo's xoxo album.

invincible - first of all this song is so fun and second of all, we LOVE a fuck you song ... this is a song that can make me believe that wayv is not irrevocably fucked under sm entertainment <3

rodeo - cock music.... music to fuck and fight to.... beat goes hard, the producers knew the rapping would be bad so the made every other part of the song insane to make up for it. i thought i was gonna have a heart attack and die the first time the beat dropped. i haven't watched any of their promotional programs yet but i can't imagine how they're gonna convince me that this song isn't about riding dick.

moonlight - this is my favorite song off the album, and it has the most wayv 1.0 feel. it's got their signature sweeping orchestral instrumental and the dramatic prechorus to the vocal bridge w/ the xiao dejun signature belting. this would have kicked ass as a title track. from the very first millisecond this sounds like classic wayv

lighthouse - among my mutuals i am a noted ballad apologist... and i don't usually like wayv ballads (i hated face to face with a passion and similarly couldn't stand horizon) but this is good.... ballad-haters might quibble and say that all ballads are the same/boring, but i think this one doesn't fall into the low-energy pit that their others do. the chorus is super strong and memorable, and i can see myself reaching for this all the time. like, no ballads are high-energy, but this one has momentum!!

be alright - the obligatory feel-good concert closer of every nct album is the bane of my existence but i actually vibe w this one... the bass line is cute and bouncy and the chorus has those wayv orchestral instrumentals. i'm honestly so relieved that be alright was good, because it was potentially going to be the weakest link, as the feel-good closer always is, but yeah..... closing the loop and making this into a true no-skip album for me <3

[pettyshippen]

Shake n’ Baked and You’re Watching Libertys Kids on PBSKids.

Bunker Hill

THE WORLD WAS MADE TO CHANGE 😭

I’m patriotic af about this show but America in real life can suck my dong

Does anyone else find redcoat uniforms to be kinda hot?

Dig boys diggggggg

Sarah casually writing letters under a boat while shots are being fired. How many colonial girls can say that happened to them?

Sarah, he’s in the Ohio Frontier. That’s in Ohio. You know this.

Sarah’s like I ain’t done here bitch

Why do some men have lips and others don’t.

Using feminine charm to trick men. Classic.

“This my boy James. He writes.” “Yayy!”

I wish her mom would see Sarah pop off. Like imagine if Sarah started cursing people out and Lady Phillips faints.

That ‘we’ll be right back’ music is POPPIN

“But he never has to hate.” Ok Dr. Warren, you philosopher you.

Round one, success.

They’re fucked lol

Yes Sarah, that’s what your dad would want you to do

The redcoats are ruthless

This is like a video game level that gets harder but you can’t get any ammo.

“It’s just a hill SIR.” Look, there’s a lobster back with empathy for his soldiers.

Sorry for your loss James but it taught you something important.

“James, I was at their base, ok? They had broken bones and there was blood everywhere. They’re not feeling great.”

Henris got incredible metabolism.

Ben: “It’s perfect, I’m just gonna add one little thing” *commence inspirational monologue*

I feel for Sarah freaking out about their countries going to war. That has to be so scary, especially when the violence is where you are.

Washington Takes Command

George looks pretty boss in the intro.

Not often does an English woman say “I can’t wait to see the army!”

Those pigeons are gonna get eaten by hawks anyway James.

Those pioneer wagons are giving me nostalgia.

Ben did you edit James’ article?

They need vespas to get around.

Why is George sexy here, you’re not really sexy bro.

“Aren’t you kids a little too young to be here?” “We’re child laborers sir.”

I sympathize with the storekeeper

Henri is smooth af while introducing himself it wouldn’t surprise me if it took no time at all for him to find a French girl to marry.

This is exactly what grade school was like with that “4TH GRADERS HERE ONLY” bullshit

“Can’t you read!?” “Of course! Is there something you’d like me to read for you?” Henry I’m so proud of you.

WHY THE DOGS

George has the same vibe as Mufasa

BRITISH PIGEONS

“We’re fighting for our liberty young lady. Simple as that.”

Of course the lady gets to stay in a warm house

Henri be hoarding

George your troops are freezing. GEORGE.

Ok George, guilt trip much?

“I’m sending you guys on an errand k.”

IS THIS THE EPISODE WITH THE MUSICAL

YES IT IS

Black Dick is coming to the show

Napoleons in this fucking play?

Imagine becoming a soldier to fight for your king and they make you put on a cow costume for General Howe.

Henri said “I’m Batman.”

Why did they think riding on the ice was a good idea?

Shows over guys, time to fight

Where’s Martha? How come she’s not in this?

George said SURPRISE MUTHAFUCKA

[womanofwords]

Daddy’s Baby Boy (Villain’s POV)

Hero’s POV

CW: platonic yandere caretaker hero, whumpee villain, whumper supervillain, abduction, broken bones, infantilisation, Stockholm syndrome.

I woke up in searing pain. Everything hurt. My vision slowly came into focus, not that it helped clear anything up. I had never been here before. Wherever this was, this wasn’t my apartment.

It was far too nice.

The first thing I noticed was how . . . soft the room felt and was. For starters, I was on a hopelessly soft bed, surrounded by plush animals that I definitely didn’t own. The colours were warm and pale, baby blue walls with a white wardrobe and soft pink bedsheets. It was more like a nursery than a dungeon.

“Oh, Villain! I hope you’re awake, sweetie,” Hero cooed, bounding into the room like his name was Mary Poppins. I stared at him as he scooped me up in his arms and . . . smothered me in kisses? What was going on? “My darling precious, did you have a good sleep?”

I tried to speak, ask him what was going on, but Hero got a bottle and shoved it into my mouth. “Liquid diet for you, love. You got very hurt by Supervillain. Your jaw was punched really hard. How could you have ever gone into such a dangerous career?”

Then I started remembering bits of what I had been doing before Hero grabbed me. Supervillain was angry with me again, and she had doled out a really bad punishment this time. She had retired the whips that she normally used and beat me with chains until I couldn’t move. I had felt someone moving me, but I’d thought Supervillain had sent for someone to drag me back for more punishing. I didn’t think that a deranged hero had kidnapped me to have as a surrogate baby. Nobody thinks that.

“Whaa . . . ‘appe-” It was difficult to speak around the bottle. Some of the formula (if it could even be called formula) leaked out of my mouth, and Hero wiped it away.

“I found you on the floor of one of their dungeons. You were so hurt,” Hero replied, smoothing down my hair. That would not be easy; it hadn’t been brushed in a while and it had become matted. “But it’s OK, I have you now. You are going to spend the rest of your life being Daddy’s baby boy, and Daddy will protect you from bad people forever.”

“Daddy?” I freaked out. Who the hell would want to be a ‘daddy’ to a grown man? I didn’t realize the Hero’s League had forgotten to screen for maniacs.

“Sweetie, try not to move. You got hurt, OK?” Annoyingly, Hero was right; someone had put a cast on my leg and wrapped me in bandages. “And now Daddy needs to look after you fully. Your baths, your clothes, your food, everything. Daddy will love you to pieces.”

This was a nightmare. Hero couldn’t be seeing me without clothes! I had to maintain my dignity, and that involved keeping some space between myself and Hero. He was so creepy, staring at me with those huge, unhinged eyes and that giant smile. Hero walked towards me and sighed sadly.

“I understand, precious. I truly do. You’re scared of me because you don’t know what I’ll do to you.” Hero sighed and held my face so I looked him in the eyes. “But that isn’t going to happen, Villain. I have been watching you for some time, and I know that you won’t be taken care of properly if anyone else is trusted to take care of you. And because I love you so much, I will be looking after you. You will not need to worry about a single thing, and with time, you will call me Daddy, and I will call you my baby boy.”

“What?!” This was getting creepier and creepier. How was Hero going to expect me to call him Daddy? That was creepy as hell and just sounded dirty!

“It’s OK, precious, don’t be frightened, shh.” Hero was snuggling me nice and tight, and there was nothing I could do about it. “Nobody will ever hurt you again, understand? Hush, my love.”

“But Supervillain-”

“Is dead,” Hero interrupted. “You won’t be worrying about that any more. You just rest and focus on getting better.”

When I heard that, I sat in the strange new bed with my mouth hanging open. Supervillain was dead. How? Had Hero done it or had he just found her dead? Does this mean a deranged murderer had kidnapped me for his own fantasies of parenthood? Hero frantically rushed to soothe me, like I was a real baby.

“Sweetie, don’t be upset! I know you must have been really sad about your job going away, but this is for the best. Your daddy can look after you forever now, with no interruptions!” Hero scooped me up and snuggled next to me.

“You’re not my daddy!” I yelled.

“I am now. You’re adopted into my family, baby boo,” Hero cooed. “You’re just not used to having a daddy in your life. Well, that can change. You can practice calling me Daddy right now.”

“Hero, no!” I yelled. I yelled some other things too, but he didn’t care. He just waited until I was exhausted. He wrapped me in a blanket and rocked me to sleep.

“You’re going to love your daddy eventually,” he whispered.

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

From that moment on, all of my days went the same. I would be woken up by Hero (still calling himself my daddy) for breakfast which would be fed to me in a bottle in bed. After that, I was bathed and my hair was slowly brushed. Hero loved making my hair all fluffy and soft, buying an exorbitant amount of hairbrushes for the task.

After the bath, my bandages were changed and I would be fed lunch by Hero, which was mostly various soups, because I couldn’t chew for quite some time. I would be put to bed for a nap and woken up later for physical therapy so I could move properly without pain. Part of that included massages, where scented oils and moisturisers were rubbed into my skin. Hero enjoyed being able to touch me, and I didn’t stop him because it felt like l was in heaven from the way the hands rubbed and kneaded.

The end of the day for us consisted of dinner in front of the TV as we watched a movie, before being placed into soft footed onesie pyjamas. I would be put to bed yet again, and Hero would climb into bed with me and hold me with a scarily strong grip.

Eventually, I became OK with all of it. This was safer than any place I’d ever lived in before. Hero had had many chances to hurt me, but hadn’t taken any of them. And the foods were actually filling and nutritious, unlike the greasy slop I’d been eating before. I’m not going to lie, I did miss chewing but my daddy promised me that when I was well enough, I could have solid foods to eat. Life was just better with Hero, or as I now called him, Daddy.

Admittedly, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice. Hero only responded to Daddy, so that was what I called him. Soon, I called Hero Daddy whenever I spoke to him.

“Daddy, I need my bandages changed.”

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“Daddy, I’m cold.”

“Daddy, it stings.”

It even got inside my thoughts.

I wonder what movie Daddy and I will be watching together.

I wonder if Daddy will bring the nice oil to rub me with.

I hope Daddy won’t pull at my hair when he brushes it.

Maybe Daddy will let me have solid food today.

Daddy loved looking after me. I would hear him humming as he brushed my hair, as he rubbed oils into my skin, as he prepared a smoothie for my breakfast.

In fact, Daddy didn’t seem to want me to leave. My room was painted in my favourite colour once Daddy knew what it was, and he even found several of my things from my old apartment. “I can’t let you go, honey,” Daddy smiled. “You’re far too sweet and innocent; you’ll get hurt again. Besides, you are my baby boy, and I can’t let you leave to a place that I know is unsafe. You are going to need a lot of looking after.” And then I got scooped up by Daddy and he kept me in his arms for the whole day. It felt so good.

This wouldn’t be the first time that Daddy would scoop me up and carry me places. Daddy didn’t like the walking therapy, because it stopped him from carrying me all the time, but he did it for me. I was carried whenever I looked tired, whenever I was cranky, anything so Daddy could ‘relieve me of the burden of walking’.

“Does my baby boy need anything else?” Daddy would ask, smiling. He always smiled, except for when I had physical therapy to do. Daddy didn’t like it when I had to walk for physical therapy, and was incensed when he was told that, for my benefit, I would have to walk for at least an hour every day, but he did it for me because he loves me so much.

For our new daily walk, Daddy took me to the safest places, keeping an eye on me so I wouldn’t stumble and hurt myself. It became our routine, and Daddy would congratulate me for doing so well with my walking. Even when I wasn’t doing very well at walking (sometimes, my legs would become weak and I would be unable to walk), Daddy would still be so nice to me, with kisses and bed rest and everything I would need.

I love my daddy so much.

And I know that my daddy loves me.

[harleybeaumont]

Maxwell's Jolly Holiday - Pt. 1

Book - The Royal Romance AU

Pairings -(kind of) Liam x Maxwell

Synopsis- This story gives a glimpse into Maxwell’s high school days at an all boys school where he joins the drama club and performs in his first play. This is set as a prequel to my fic, Unintentional, but can definitely be read as a standalone fic too! This 'one shot' has taken on a life of its own and will probably end up being 3 parts.

Warnings- swearing, some crude language, a few homophobic comments from bullies

Word count- 2,810

A/N- This is a late submission for @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation week - Day 3 - The Early Years.

Read the next parts here.

Part 1 - Anything Can Happen If You Let It

“This place sucks,” Maxwell said despondently as he flopped down onto his twin sized bed at the Cordonian Boys Finishing School. He held the phone closer to his ear as he prepared to explain to his friend, Prince Liam. “There’s nothing to do here. There’s nothing good to eat. I don’t even have any friends.. I miss you guys.”

Liam, as helpful as ever, attempted to cheer up his good friend. “It can’t be that bad. Rashad’s going there too, right? You guys always get along when you come to the palace to visit. ”

Max rolled his eyes, “Ya but he’s a junior like you. He can't associate with a lowly sophomore.”

“Did he say that?”

Max closed his eyes. “He didn’t have to. I sat down at the lunch table with him and his friends and they totally ignored me. Any time I tried to talk they just spoke over me. This went on for a week before I just gave up and sat alone.”

“Wow,” Liam sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Eh.” 

Liam was worried about his friend. It wasn’t like Maxwell to be anything other than optimistic and cheerful, so this really must have crushed his spirits. It didn’t help that Bertrand had dumped Max at an all boys high school at the start of his sophomore year because he ‘couldn’t deal with him’ anymore. “Maybe you just haven’t found your ‘group’. You know.. the people who have similar interests as you. Are there any clubs you can join?”

“When Bert dropped me off, he signed me up for fencing, polo, and etiquette club.”

“Etiquette club? That’s a real thing?!”

Maxwell shuddered, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Three days a week discussing proper silverware placement was enough for him.

“Yikes.. Well, there has to be something there that interests you.”

“Well..” Max sat up and grabbed his backpack off of the floor, yanking open the zipper and uncrumpling the neon pink flier he had grabbed from the courtyard. “There’s one thing, but I don’t know..”

“What is it?”

“Don’t laugh, ok?”

Liam smiled on the other end of the phone. “Max, you know I’d never laugh at you.”

“Well, the drama club is putting on a play and.. I was thinking of auditioning. It’s for Mary Poppins.” Max waited to see if Liam was going to tease him, but instead only heard excitement on the other line.

“Max! That would be perfect for you! You love that movie!”

“I know, but I’ve never acted before.”

“Man, you love to sing, you love to dance.. And you freaking love Mary Poppins! Remember that little bird head umbrella you used to pretend you could fly with? You’d put on your moms red coat and floral hat and hold that umbrella and-” Liam was cut off by his own laughter at the memory.

“Ya, ya.. I broke my arm that way too, trying to dance to ‘Step In Time’ on my roof.” Liam's laughter was contagious and Max couldn’t help but join in. “Fine, now it's funny. Now that my arm’s healed and I can properly do jazz hands again.”

“Sorry! I know I said I wouldn't laugh at you.. The memory is just too funny!”

“Ya,” Max chuckled. “I get it.”

“But seriously, you have to audition!”

Max shrugged as his eyes skimmed over the paper again. ‘Saturday at noon - open auditions.’ “What if Bertrand gets mad?”

Liam looked around to make sure he was alone before he replied. “Listen, fuck Bertrand. He doesn’t have control over everything you do.”

Max scoffed, “try telling him that.”

Liam smirked, “then tell him that you auditioning for the play is a direct order from the Prince.”

Max and Liam snickered and Max felt lighter than he had in weeks. “You know what? I’ll do it! I’m gonna audition.”

“Good,” Liam smiled. “Then when you get a role, me and Drake will be in the front row cheering you on.”

“Ahh! Don’t jinx it!”

Liam laughed, “Ok, sorry.. Well, I guess I'll talk to you in a few days."

Max paused for a moment, ignoring the pain in his chest at saying goodbye to Liam. The Prince’s busy schedule only allowed them one or two phone calls a week, and both of them looked forward to it more than anything. Sure they texted, but it wasn’t the same. Max sighed, “ya.”

“Hey, don’t forget to text me after the audition!”

Maxwell smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know the minute after.”

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Maxwell pushed open the wooden double doors of the theater and to his surprise found the room packed with students. His eyes widened and he cautiously made his way down an aisle toward the front of the room. A few guys he recognized from his algebra class waved him over. 

“Hey Beaumont!” A tall, blonde boy named Caleb, clapped him on the back. “I didn’t know you were auditioning.”

“Ah, it was kind of a last minute decision.” Max smiled, “I didn’t know you guys were into theater!”

Caleb chuckled, “were not. Hell, I don’t think eighty percent of the guys here give a shit about this play.”

Max wrinkled his nose as he looked around the crowded room, “Then why are they here?”

“Her.” Caleb nodded to the stage where a busty brunette stood speaking with the theater teacher. “Amanda Haynes.”

“What’s so special about her?” Max asked with genuine curiosity.

Jason, a boy next to Caleb, scoffed, “dude, this is the only pussy we’ll get to see here all year.. Unless you count old Mrs. Endermeyer the librarian. And this chick is fine as hell!”

Caleb watched the girl with a grin, “She’s from Welton’s all girls school, and playing Mary Poppins. And there’s rumors that they’ve turned this into a romance and whoever plays Bert gets to kiss her.”

Max felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He was nervous enough having to go against just a handful of theater kids, but half the school was there auditioning. There was no way he was going to get a part. “Maybe I’ll just wait until the next play to audition.”

“Are you crazy? And miss a chance to get some of that?!” Caleb said, elbowing Max. 

Another boy walked up and put an arm around Max, pinching his cheek, “You guys didn’t know? Beaumont only likes dick.”

Max wiggled out from the boy's arm and rolled his eyes as the group of guys surrounding him laughed loudly. Caleb took in Maxwell’s hurt expression and stopped laughing. “Oh shit. Sorry, I thought he was joking.”

Jason snickered, “Bet this is a huge disappointment for Max then. Too bad they aren’t casting Mary Poppins as a dude, right Beaumont?”

Another boy laughed, “Naw I bet Max wishes he got to audition for Mary Poppins!”

A few more guys around them laughed and Max pushed past them, making his way toward the other side of the crowd. He was used to a few of the guys in school teasing him, but most didn’t. There were other boys in his school who were gay. In fact, at the beginning of the year, Max had his first real boyfriend. Though only short lived, the relationship was exciting and he learned a lot.

"Ahem!" The theater teacher cleared his throat loudly from the stage. Mr. Eldore was a gray haired, lanky man with thick glasses who Max had seen rollerskating around school before. He was a little strange, but that made Max like him more. He put a megaphone to his mouth and called out, “Take your seats please! Auditions will begin shortly.”

As the room quieted down, Mr Eldore cleared his throat again. “Now.. Let me start this audition by clearing up a few things. First of all, I’ve heard talk that this is being turned into a romance. That is completely untrue. I’m not sure who started that rumor, but if that’s why you’ve come to audition then you can go ahead and leave now. There are no kissing scenes in this play.”

The room erupted in groans and grumbles and half of the boys stood and filed out of the building.

Mr. Eldore grinned, gesturing to the girl selected to play Mary Poppins. “Now then, Ms. Haynes here has asked me to inform all of you that she is currently in a relationship and not interested in pursuing another one.. Despite the many offers she has received this afternoon.”

Half of the remaining boys left the room as well.

Mr. Eldore clapped his hands together, “Alright let’s get this audition started! I’m the theater teacher, Mr. Eldore, but I’m also the director of this play. You can call me ‘Mr. Eldore’ or ‘Mr. Director’, or if you’re feeling generous, ‘Sir Eldore, Lord of the Theater’.”

A few students in the front row chuckled appreciatively and then the auditions were underway.

Max took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he watched several of the more experienced kids recite their lines. They were incredible. He discreetly took out his phone and typed out a text to Liam, “I can’t do this! I’m gonna leave!”

Liam replied almost instantly, “No you aren’t!”

“They're all SO good!”

“So are you! Hey, when you’re on stage, just pretend I’m there with you. It’s just us playing like we used to. And remember, you are Maxwell fucking Beaumont and you are amazing.”

Max felt butterflies floating in his stomach.. However, these were different from the ones he had earlier. These particular butterflies only came out around Liam. He grinned and quickly replied, “thanks.”

The theater teacher called out, “Next we have.. Maxwell Beaumont.”

Max quickly stood and made his way to the stage with a renewed sense of self-worth. I can do this. Just pretend Liam is here. We’re all just having fun.

Mr. Eldore skimmed over the paper he held in his hand, “It says here that you have singing and dancing experience. What type of dancing?”

“Yes sir. Um, I’ve taken tap, jazz, and .. recently I’ve gotten into breakdancing.” Bertrand would kill him if he found out he had told anyone about his breakdancing.

“Hmm,” the teacher looked impressed as he continued to read. “Well I can’t wait to see how you incorporate that into the role you’re auditioning for.. What role are you auditioning for? You didn’t fill that in.”

Max shifted nervously on stage, “Well honestly I’ll take anything. I’ve never acted before so I don’t even know if I’ll be any good at it.” Feeling like he wasn’t doing a very good job of selling himself, Max spoke up again, “but I’m a fast learner and what I lack in skill, I make up for in enthusiasm!”

Mr. Eldore and a few other students chuckled. “Well that’s good to know. You can read for Bert. Page 39.”

“Bert?! The lead role?”

“It’s only because he has the most lines. It’ll give me a sense of your abilities.”

“Oh. Ok.” Max shook out his shoulders and held up the script. He practically knew the whole play and movie by heart and grinned as he skimmed over the lines. He took a deep breath and faced the girl playing Mary Poppins.

“Stay right there! I’d know that silhouette anywhere: Mary Poppins!”

Amanda placed her hand over her heart, grinning bashfully, “It’s nice to see you, Bert.”

“Well I must say, you do look swell.”

They rehearsed a few more lines and Max even sang the first half of the song "Jolly Holiday". Things seemed to be going well, but Mr. Eldore’s poker face gave absolutely nothing away as he randomly scribbled notes onto the paper he was holding. “Thank you, Mr. Beaumont. You can take your seat.”

Max returned to his chair, his body thrumming with energy and nerves. His audition had ended so abruptly. Was that a good or a bad thing? He watched the next few students read for Bert and they were flawless. He hoped he would at least get a role as one of the extra chimney sweeps, then he could really learn the choreography for the song "Step in Time". Liam would get a kick out of that. Liam! Max suddenly remembered he was supposed to text him and snuck his phone out of his pocket, quickly sending off a text. “I’m done!”

“Aaaaand?”

“I don’t know! It felt like it went ok!”

“GREAT!”

“I just pretended you were with me and it was so much easier!”

“I wish I was with you.”

The butterflies came back in full force and Max let out a giggle, but quickly stifled it with a hand over his mouth. Thankfully no one seemed to have noticed. “Me too.”

The typing indicator dots that showed Liam was responding, came and went a dozen times and Max held the phone, waiting to see what Liam was going to say. Finally the text came across. “Everything seems better when we’re together.”

Maxwell felt all the breath leave his body and grinned like a fool while he read the sentence over and over. Was Liam actually flirting with him? No.. no way. Liam was the prince and had never shown any real interest in him. They had kissed once when they were younger just to see what it was like, but nothing ever came of it. He typed back, “It is. 100%.”

To his surprise, Max was called back on stage with a few other guys to read a different portion of the play. He was feeling good, and even threw in some dance moves. When he was done, the theater kids actually clapped for him. They didn’t even tease him or laugh! They were surprisingly.. Nice. A boy named Eddie even asked him to sit with them once he rejoined the audience. 

An hour later, Mr. Eldore took the stage and called for everyone’s attention. “That concludes our auditions for today. I’ll have the casting sheet up Monday morning and not a minute sooner. And don’t you even think about knocking on my door tomorrow. Not only is it Sunday, but I will be busy judging the annual Duck Herding championship with my partner.”

Max hopped up and rushed off to his dorm room. He was giddy with excitement and needed to release some energy. That could only mean one thing- following along with break dancing videos on YouTube. 

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Max spent the next day trying to distract himself from the impending posting of the cast list that was to occur the following morning. He made it through his weekly phone call with Bertrand and even got to chat with Liam for a while that night. Monday morning he awoke early and rushed to the hallway outside the theater where Mr. Eldore was posting the list. He turned to Max and nodded before stepping aside and letting the crowd of theater kids rush forward.

He heard a few groans and some cheers from some of the guys as he made his way over to the list. Eddie clapped him on the back with a smile, “congrats man!”

“What?” Max blinked at him in surprise. “You mean I got a part?!”

“Not just a part.. the part!” Eddie grinned.

Maxwell skimmed the list starting at the bottom, and when he didn’t find his name, continued making his way up to the top. He reached the very top line and saw his name next to the male lead role, Bert. “No!!” He turned to Eddie, completely dumbfounded. “This has to be a mistake!”

Eddie shook his head, “No way! You were great, man! We were all talking about it after the audition!”

“You were all talking about.. me?! And not in a bad way?!”

“Why would we be talking about you in a bad way?”

Maxwell didn’t have an answer. He wasn’t used to people complimenting him (other than Liam) so this was a completely foreign feeling. His heart was beating out of his chest from excitement and he didn’t know what to do with himself. “I have to go call my friend and let him know!”

Eddie grinned, “go for it! And now that you’re in the play you should totally join the drama club! It’ll help you get to know everyone better and we have ‘bad movie night’ every Friday. It’s a blast!”

Maxwell was so overwhelmed he threw his arms around Eddie, “Oh my gosh! Thank you! I will definitely join!”

Eddie patted his back with a chuckle, “Ok then. I’ll see you Wednesday for rehearsal? I’m playing Mr. Banks.”

“Oh, congrats!” Max high fived Eddie awkwardly, before heading outside to phone Liam. He called out over his shoulder,  “see you then, Eddie!”

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 15x14 Last Holiday

“How could they possible cancel this shit?” “are they on a fkn ship or what?” “they make it sound super old” “Dean’s not wrong’ “what?” “sounds very scientific” “where’s the explosion?” “how the fuck did she get out or in?” “What’s the Dean Deluxe in this scenario?” “obviously” “too many letters on the spectrum I guess” “what year did she say?” “you know it’s old when it’s super yellow” “if the bunker was on standby mode the whole time, what powers do it have now?” “I mean shit that would have been real convenient to have” “ah yes” “threaten to kill the wood nymph within earshot of said wood nymph” “delicious” “sure it does” “oh monster radar. I see” “you won’t need to hire so many employees with that automation” “child like enthusiasm” “I don’t remember how this one goes bad” “what the fuck” “hmm”

“Are they trying to make us feel close to her, and then is she going to try to kill him?” “how many weeks have gone by? It’s like a whole ass year” laughter

“Guilty as fuck” “this could be a whole other show on its own” “they could do like an Alcatraz, that show that got cancelled, where they find old tapes from the MOL and the monsters are coming back in the future, and you gotta find the monsters in the present day. That sounds good” “excellent” laughter

“When does that shit turn back into a pumpkin?” “not going to get Dean involved? This is the equivalent of splitting up. They’re not working together” “fuck is she trying to do?” “there we go’

“Where’s the stab at?” “oh come on” “really going to let a grilled cheese sandwich distract you like that?” “that’s not good” laughter

“Figure out the trigger holy shit” “suppose not that kind of gun. I don’t think the hammer is back” “no it’s not cocked yet” “doesn’t she know about the end of the world? If she kills all 3 of them?” “Don’t fkn miss” “we’re pulling fingernails?” “are we going to show it? Of course we’re going to show it. Of course” “lot of strawberry jam” “if he can’t use his powers, how can he heal himself after all this crap?” “that’s not great” “the table is fine” “what is wrong with all these fkn ghost creature things?” “it’s all good now?” “where is she going to go?” “just going to let Mary Poppins run off into the fkn hills now?” “ok so they have all this radar now. They should figure out how to convert angel power to nymph power and get their radar back” “whipped cream and sprinkles? I’ll take it”