#ooh i'm gonna eat ya!

[tank041]

Soupcan Rina

[sanguineterrain]

how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home

really superbly SCRUMPTIOUS prompt Aud. I love protective jaybird 🥰‼️ thanks for sending something in 🫶

jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you 💓

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As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.

You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.

"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.

Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"

"Indeed I am."

"Need a ride?"

You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyes—only Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.

"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."

"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sure—"

"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."

You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.

"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Just—just be careful. Text me when you get home."

You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to Blüdhaven and help his brother—with what specifically, you don't know.

Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.

"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."

"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."

You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."

You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.

It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.

Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.

You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.

You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.

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The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.

Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.

"Jay, h—"

"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I was—I thought you were—"

You tense, guilt knocking into you.

"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."

Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.

"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"

"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"

"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."

His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.

"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"

He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was so—fuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thought—I was sure you'd—"

Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.

"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."

"Can't lose you," he chokes out.

"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."

He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.

"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."

"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."

You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"

"In a minute."

Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.

"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.

He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.

"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."

[allforhee]

ੈ✩ — 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. (BLURB) | LEE HEESEUNG

୨୧ pairing — older brother's best friend!lee heeseung x park!fem!reader

୨୧ synopsis — living under the protective eyes of your older brother, park sunghoon, he thinks he knows you the best. but litte does he know that heeseung knows you love your sour patch kids more than you love his usual swedish fish. (inspired by the summer i turned pretty scene where conrad knows belly's taste of candies more than jeremiah)

୨୧ genre — non!idol au, you're 20 and hee is 22, you and hee are dating but sunghoon doesn't know, sort of childhood friends to lovers?

୨୧ warnings — cursing, forbidden (ish) romance, cute fluff where heeseung knows you best, backstreet dating behind sunghoon's back, heeseung and sunghoon having a little quarrel, possesive/sassy-ish hee

୨୧ word count — 562 words, 3148 characters (sort of proofread?)

୨୧ author's note — first blurb and i lowkey wrote this on my phone during english class.. had to get this out of my system cause i absolutely loved this scene in tsitp. plus i felt like i needed to write something since i won't be releasing "it's a crisis"'s full fic anytime soon since i'm busy with exams coming up :(

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓.

the car comes to a stop under the gas station’s bright led light. sunghoon takes off his seatbelt as he grabs his wallet in his pocket, before exiting the car, leaving you and heeseung alone.

you could feel the tension between you and heeseung. the heavy rain outside making it seem louder. he was slumped over in the backseat with his phone in his hand, the bright light illuminating his features.

when did he become so handsome?

sunghoon opens the driver’s side’s door, “we’re two hours away from home, gas is filling up and i’m gonna get some snacks. you want any y/n?”

“i’m down with anything, honestly.” you respond.

as sunghoon is about to close the door, heeseung takes off his seatbelt, whispering a “i’ll come with.” before closing the car door.

the mini market’s door rings a slight ding! as sunghoon pushes the door open. the constant buzzing of the refrigerator and the broken acs filled the room. the two split up searching for bare necessities like snacks and water to keep them company on the way home.

as a couple minutes passed, the two found each other again at the cash register, dropping the things at checkout.

in sunghoon’s hands was a bag of swedish fish, meanwhile in heeseung’s was a bag of sour patch kids.

“don’t waste your money bud, she likes these better.” heeseung snickered, a smirk on his face.

sunghoon lets out a sigh, “they’re practically the same.” he defends himself.

“not to y/n. she thinks swedish fish tastes like candles. she likes sour.”

“why do you even care, hee?” he asks him. “she’s my sister, i know her.”

heeseung licks his lips as he lets out a small laugh, “i don’t.”

“that’s bullshit.” sunghoon scoffs.

“you still want these?” the cashier asks the two, pointing at the swedish fish.

“yes yes, of course.” sunghoon answers.

“i tried to warn him.” heeseung laughs at his best friend.

“why are you acting lik—like this?!” sunghoon asks, a slight bit of anger heard through his voice.

“relax, you big fucking baby. i’m just messing with ya man.” heeseung chuckles, giving his best friend a pat on the back.

with a glare, sunghoon taps his debit card at the scanner, paying for their snacks, picking up the plastic bag and murmuring a small thank you, to the cashier, before they rush out back into their car in the pouring rain.

as the two car doors slam, you take the plastic bag from sunghoon’s hands, diving in.

“what did you get?” you ask the two, ruffling the inside of the bag.

“ooh! sour patch, my favorite!” you glimmer, opening the package as you dive into the sour goodness. but you didn’t miss the bag of swedish fish in sunghoon’s hands.

“oh! i could, um, eat this swedish fish… after?”

sunghoon opened the bag before he responded with a “no, no it’s okay. i got them for me.” as he popped a little fish in his mouth, chewing with disappointment.

“okay.”

sunghoon’s brows furrowed, knowing damn well that his best friend was right.

even from the backseat, he could feel heeseung shooting him a look that was screaming i told you so! before he put the car into ignition.

as sunghoon pressed the gas and started driving into the dark rainy night, his sister chewing on her sour patch kids, he heard heeseung letting out small whisper right in his ear.

“you see? my girl knows her sour patch kids.”

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[nisuna]

Hii bby girl, for my birthday could you maybe do some head canons of Gojo with mommy issues? Hope you’re doing good and that you’re not stressed ❤️❤️

Hiiiyaaa mamaaa~~ 🤭🤭 I caught a cold over the weekend, because I was so stressed 😭😭 But I'm feeling better now ^^

Haaappyyy early(?) birthday, bby<3 I hope this is what you had in mind~ I hope you're doing well too and enjoy your special day!!🥳

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MDNI 18+ only

TW: mommy kink, dick riding, edging; use of mommy, good boy, pretty boy, baby boy, beefcake, baby; cum eating, eating a girl out after a creampie, sub - dom dynamics, Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Satoru didn't have the greatest bond with his mother growing up, but fortunately it didn't stop him from having sex altogether. However, he went as far as to say that daddy and mommy kinks were weird.

He would cringe every time a hook up would moan daddy in his ear and he also definitely was way too proud to get dominated, or let alone call a girl mommy.

Well, that quickly changed when he got together with you.

There was just something about you that made him wanna whine mommy all the time, whatever you did sexual or not, the nickname mommy was always on his mind whenever he saw you.

But the first few times you've had sex he was cool about it and tried to hide his evergrowing kink.

It was when you were riding him one night that the word finally slipped out.

"Ooh fuck give it to me mommy ah-", oh no did he really just say that. Shit. However, when he was about to apologise or take everything back your hand was already wrapped around his thick neck as you purred into his ear.

"Yeah? Want mommy to make ya feel good? You gotta be a good boy first tho, right? Only good boys get to cum."

Gulp.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you to okay? Mommy will get off first okay?", all he could do was whine and nod his head.

"Use your words, pretty boy~", you gave his throat a sqeeze making him gasp for air.

"Y-yes mommy, gonna be good for ya, please use me."

Oh you were just hitting his every fantasy spot on.

"Good boooy~," you swiped his bangs off of his sweaty forehead while giving it a gentle kiss. You never thought about being dominant in the bedroom before, but there was just something about the way he called you that flipped a switch inside of you and got you incredibly excited. Having such a big strong man at your mercy would definitely get you off. He was just much bigger and much much stronger than you and could easily overpower you, but you had him wrapped around your finger, apparently.

You had him a whimpering mess, edging him until he almost couldn't take it anymore, occasionally choking him. And everytime he tried to touch you, you would slap his hands away, reminding him. "No touching, if you wanna cum tonight."

He could only whine and pout, grabbing the sheets beneath him instead. His little huffs were sooo cute, you couldn't believe your eyes. Such a beefcake reduced to a whimpering mess just because of you? Oh hell yeah.

"Baby boy?", he looked up eyes glossed over and cheeks dusted pink. "You've been good right? You wanna cum?"

His eyes light up, nodding his head, "Yes yes yes please been so good please!!"

"Sure", you smiled and for a split second he believed you as you started rolling your hips so deliciously, only to pull out as he was about to bust.

"Not so quick. I only asked if you wanted to, I never said you were allowed to yet."

All he could do was groan, fisting the sheets beneath him. He would've been fed up by now if it was anybody else. But it was You. He couldn't possibly disobey you. So he just bit down on his lip and nodded. "Sorry mommy.."

"It's alright baby, you're doing so well. Keep it up it's almost over, I'm almost there." with a few more swipes over your clit, you felt yourself topple over the edge.

"M gonna cum, you gotta cum with me okay be a good boy and fill me up.", oh it was music to his ears as he grabbed onto your hips and fucked his cum deep inside of you.

He was so incredibly out of breath, he felt like he was about to faint, one of the best fucks of his life. But the next words that came out of your mouth, when you pulled yourself off of his cock made him gulp.

"Be a good boy and eat mommy out. Clean me up."

Eat you out? Sure. But right now??!?! he thought With his cum dripping out of you he couldn't possibly-

"Cmon what's wrong?" you yanked him by the hair pulling his face to yours. "You wanna get edged again?"

He violently shook his head in your tight grip

"Alright, then be a good boy and get to work."

You let go of his hair shoving him down your body with your foot. He was petrified, by both the idea of tasting himself and your harsh demeanor. But the disapproving look you were giving him right now made him want to make it up to you. He was your good boy afterall, right?

So he swallowed his pride and dove right in. To his surprise it wasn't half bad. Your own juices mixed with his made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He was obediently licking you clean while spreading your legs as wide as possible for better access.

"Ah- good boy, good job. Tastes good right, do you like it?" you grabbed a handful of his hair, smooshing his face closer into your cunt.

"Mhmm~", he hummed against you while continuing his kitten licks, finally paying attention to your clit.

"Make sure to get it all out alright?

He understood, immediately pushing two thick fingers into you and licking them clean.

"Such a good boy, you're a quick learner."

Your every praise made him more and more eager until he was lewdly eating you out with loud slurps. He pulled away after a bit, massaging your clit with his thick fingers.

"Want you to cum on my face, mommy. Please wanna taste you again. Pleaaasee", he whined grinding his crotch into the matress beneath him

"Yeah, mommy's gonna cum if you keep that up."

His eyes lit up at that, diving right back in to sucking on your clit while fingerfucking his remaining cum out of you.

It didn't take long for you to squish his face between your thighs releasing all over his face. He immediately went back to slurping all of you up, overstimulating you a bit in the process. When he finally came up from between your legs, you put your thumb and forefinger on his chin and made him open his mouth.

"Did you swallow it all? Good boy~", you hummed swiping the remaining cream off of his chin and pushing your fingers in his mouth. He obediently sucked on them while looking straight into your eyes. So cute.

Once you were satisfied he pulled himself off your fingers with a pop, grinning.

"Was I good?"

"Yees you were the best, cmere." With that his face ended up squished between your tits hugging you tightly while you patted his head. "How come you never told me you had a mommy kink, Satoru?", you giggled.

He stayed quiet.

"Hmm? What's wrong baby?" You lifted his head with both of your hands on his cheeks, squishing them in the process.

"I didn't- I mean it's kind of embarassing. Before you I even used to think mommy and daddy kinks were weird but it's different with you...", he slurred while having his face smooshed between your hands looking away with a pout.

"Ooiii, look at me, it's fine~. Nothing to be embarassed about. You saw how into it I was, didn't you? You can always tell me, if you want to try out something new.", you smooched his lips. "But can't you always be so obedient for me? You look so pretty when you-" you teased.

"Stooopppp enough", he whined pushing his face back into your chest.

"Okay okay sorry sorry~", you giggled.

And after that it just came natural to him to call you mommy whenever you two were alone. It wasn't only sexual either. Sometimes after a rough day at work he just wanted to be babied and cuddled by you. And you always indulged him. No judgement on your side. However you were only human, so you couldn't help but tease him about it from time to time. Unfortunately, the teasing sometimes came out while others were around. Which is why he pulled you aside right now whining.

"But you definitely can't tell anyone about this", he made you promise, desperately squishing your shoulders. "Especially not Suguru. He would never let me live this one down..."

"Sorry sorry, mommy will try her best", you chuckled and with a peck on his lips you slipped back to the others.

"Yooouuuuu!!!", he cursed under his breath. You will definitely be the death of him.

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[stupidvillainousposts]

Some Werewolf Gene AU Stuff for the Holiday but It's Mostly Stuff I Thought was Funny on an Empty Stomach

Note: This is pre-Ford returning

Fidds: *Accidentally Cuts His Finger While Welding* AGH! FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW!

Stan: *Immediately Beginning to Undress* I mean, if that's what ya really want.

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Mabel: Grunkle Stan! Can me and Dipper go get a turkey with Soos?

Stan: Kids, you know the rule about going into town.

Dipper: But you and Grunkle Fidds go into town almost every day!

Stan: Yeah, at night. And even then we try to stay hidden.

Soos: Mr. Dad-

Stan: Not your dad.

Soos: Mr. Pines, would you feel better if they, like, wear hoodies so their ears are covered? They could wear long shirts to hide their tails.

Stan: *Glares at Soos for a Second* The instant my ears pick up any type of screaming, I'm gonna look for and ground all three of you.

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Fidds, while basting the turkey: Stanley, honey, could ya do me a favor and check on the pies?

Stan: Sure, I got nothin' better to do. *Walks up to the Oven and Opens the Oven Door*

Soos, entering the shack without warning: Do I smell apple pie?

Stan: Soos? What are you doing here?

Mabel, happily: Soos is here?!

Dipper: Is he staying for Thanksgiving dinner?

Stan: Kids, Thanksgiving is a family holiday, remember?

Fidds: I dunno, Oats, we've known Soos since he was a youngin'. Don'tcha think that makes him one of us?

Stan: *Groans Before Closing the Oven* Fine, but you don't count as a kid. Only the pups get to break the wishbone.

Soos: Ooh, I can't wait to see who wins!

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Mabel: *Frowns at the Potato Salad on Her Plate* Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Fidds, I don't like potato salad.

Stan: What? Since when?

Mabel: Since always! The ingredients don't go good together for me.

Dipper: I'll eat it.

Stan: No, you won't. Pumpkin, eat the potato salad or no pie.

Fidds: Oats, don't be grumpy. She don't have t' eat somethin' she don't like. 'sides, Dipper offered t' eat it, so it won't be wasted!

Soos: Yeah, Mr. Dad-

Stan: Not your dad.

Soos: Yeah, Mr. Pines! I know my grandma doesn't like it when I don't eat food because it ends up getting tossed out, and that's something we really can't afford. But at least someone's offering to eat it for Mabel.

Everyone Else: *Silently Take in Soos' Statement*

Stan: Alright, fine. Give Dipper the stuff.

Mabel: Can I still get pie?

Fidds: Of course, darlin'.

Mabel: WHOO!

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Mabel: I'm thankful for my family.

Dipper: I'm thankful for our shack.

Fidds, hugging Stan: I'm thankful for my darlin' sweetheart.

Stan, blushing: Yeah, ditto I guess.

Soos: I'm thankful that we didn't miss the Peanuts Thanksgiving Special!

Everyone Else: *Enthusiastic Agreement*

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Lazing Lagoons

Merformers AU

Jazz x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, Absolute fluff.

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a human stands off to the side of the large outdoor rescue lagoon taking water samples, swirling them in little jars as they write down notes. They slowly step into the water in the shallow end taking coral samples and checking the few Rays which swim closer wanting a treat. The loud sound of water splashing has them tensing up "Don't even think about it!" They call over their shoulder.

A large webbed hand stops mid grab for fish in the bucket on the ledge of the pool.

The large silver and grey Mer surfaces, bright opal like optics flicker to the human as the Mer flashes a grins impishly, razor sharp denta flickering in the low light of the overhang. He swishes his long shimmering tail through the water as he drifts closer to the human who stands there looking mildly unimpressed. "Aww c'mon! Can't blame a mer for tryin'!" He calls back to them, energetically splashing tiny waves at their back.

Surfing nimbly through the shallows, Jazz zooms closer to observe their work on the coral, chin perched casually on crossed arms as he peers over the large reef bed, resting against it while he watches them with the tiny samples. "Whatcha got dere? Find any pretty shells? Ooh lookit dat lil crab!" His gaze darts around watching the crustacean quickly disappear before it becomes a meal.

A sudden flash of movement draws his attention a small silvery fish darting past. Jazz lunges with a playful growl, coming up empty handed as his prey slips through his fingers. Popping back to the surface, he beams unrepentantly at the human's stern glare.

"Aw don't lookit me like dat! Mers gotta eat, ya know!" Jazz swears with a wink and finger gun, before slipping silently back under the water to resume his hunt. In truth he wasn't that hungry but whenever he snuck into the lagoon he took his opportunity to try and snag a fish or two before getting scrolled.

They roll their eyes as a smile falls onto their lips. "You know the carnal isn't there for you to come in here you know, it's so the reef sharks have access to the ocean, and doing ocean releases." They state as they slowly move back to the bucket. Jazz waves a dismissive clawed hand, tails lazily keeping him afloat. "Psh, dem sharks ain't never around." fins flared and pearly teeth flashing. The human huffs out a reluctant chuckle, knowing full well he's the reason for the reef sharks' absence. “Uh huh, Sure you're not just spooking them to steal their fish?” They shoot back, refocusing on labelling samples, but can't help shooting sly glances at the spirited mer.

Jazz notes their amused smiles and beams, pleased as always to coax more positives from the typically stoic human. He swims lazily nearer, laying chin atop dripping arms as big opalescent optics peer owlishly up at them as the work. "Ya know, if yer ever feelin' adventurous enough for a swim with lil ol' me, Betcha ain't never seen the ocean reef like we merfolk do!" The offer, as always, hangs temptingly in the air.

They grab the bucket of fish and begin emptying it into the water, the small fish dart off in different directions into the reef, it makes Jazz's fins flare as his optics narrow as if on the hunt. "Don't eat them, they aren't for you!" They shoot back at him when he begins eyeing some of the colourful mix of reef fish, they splash water at him which earns a loud whine of a thrill from him.

"Awww c'mon, one lil fishy ain't gonna hurt nobody! But you're right, you're right..." he concedes with a sigh. Drifting back closer to the human who continues To watch him to make sure he didn't try and eat the fish meant for the reef.

"You know I swear I'm the only human who has issues with mer trying to get into pools, I swear if I ever told anyone about you they'd want to study why you're so interested in getting in here, bet Seaworld would pay me good money for you as an exhibit" they state in a huff, it was all talk, they would never do that, Jazz was a rather sweet mer, had surprise and scared the crap out of them the first time he ever showed up wanting to steal fish. It had shocked them even more when he had spoken to them.

Jazz at least has the good grace to look abashed at the chiding, schooling his handsome features into an expression of utmost innocence. Flashing a roguish grin, he swims lazy circles around the human, listening with keen interest as they speak. At the mention of study and dissection, his bioluminescent markings flare in alarm.

"Oh no no, we don't be wanting any a' dat study nonsense! Merfolk got our secrets ya know." He waggles his optic ridges. Boldly, he loops an arm around slim waist, drawing them close as a small collection of thrills and clicks leave him.

"How 'bout you just keep ol' Jazz your little secret, hmm? Then we can have all kinda fun exploring together without no pokin' and probin'." He rumbles softly, staring up at them with such optics that shimmer in blues, Greens and purples, it really did give the illusion of Opal in some ways.

After a moment, the human sighs, they flick him softly and turn away from him to put the bucket up. "So what can I do for you, and why are you in the lagoon? Did you drag yourself across the walkway to get in here?, did anyone see you?" They ask with arms crossed.Jazz rubs his forehead ruefully where the human flicked him, grin turning sheepish. Clearly his antics have piqued their curiosity or worry.

He swims a lazy loop in the water, gleaming dorsal fin cutting elegant lines through the water. "Well ya see, I MAY have spotted ya workin' over here and got a lil curious is all." He winks roguishly. "As for why I be here specifically..." Jazz casts a finned hand grandly about the enclosure. "Let's just say a certain lil reef shark was gettin' a bit big for his fins and I decided to, eh, relocate him elsewhere for awhile. No harm done!"

He flashes them a cheeky smile. "An' drag myself across the walkway? Psh, please. With these babies?" Jazz flares his tailfin proudly, fins flowing with iridescent light. "I'd put Aquaman himself to shame! Naw, I just slipped myself on through the current gates when the tide was changin'."

They glare at him " Jazz if you have broken the ocean grate down there in not going to be happy" they state while staring him down. Jazz holds his webbed claws up defensively, fins fluttering in placation. "Now, now, no need to be gettin' all ornery! I wouldn't do nothin' to compromise the barrier, I promise, I have claws i pudit back in place."

He flashes them a pleading look, big opal eyes widening in a manner he knows is hard to resist almost like cat eyes. Circling closer, Jazz gently grasps their wrist, feeling their pulse pound rapidly against his palm. He rumbles low in his chest. "All I wanna do is spend some time with ya."

Gingerly, Jazz lifts their hand to his faceplates, nuzzling gently against their fingers as his biolights dance an invitation. "Whaddya say? Slip in wit me, just for a lil while." Jazz gazes at them pleadingly, hoping his charm can sway them. They let out a sigh as they walk deeper into water. The lagoons were too shallow for a mer his size to be in there too long but he could still swim rather well throughout the lagoons Of the rescue facility.

Jazz's face lights up with unrestrained delight as they move deeper into the water so he didn't have to rest against the bank, willingly engaging with him. With chirps and whistles, he zips energetically around the shallow pool, fins splaying gracefully to manoeuvre his bulk through the tight space.

Jazz makes the most of it, launching up to momentarily breach the surface before slipping smoothly back beneath in a shimmer of chrome and azure. He circles ever closer to the human, radiating calm invitation. "Ain't this fun? Don't gotta go too deep ta enjoy the splash, eh?" Jazz grins, His optics practically glow with joy to have their focused attention.

"You're a pest you know" they state with a barely kept smile. As he slowly drifts closer.

Jazz merely chuckles softly at their halfhearted insult, spark soaring to see the smile they try to conceal. "Aw, but yer smilin' so I must be doin' somethin' right.” They nearly yelp as Jazz pulls them into the water only to land against his chest laying across it as the mer floats peacefully in the pool.

His grin flashes his sharp teeth up at their surprise face as strong arms encircle their waist, drawing them fluidly into the water. Jazz makes sure to keep their head above the surface, securing them safely against his broad frame.

"Oops, lil accident there!" He trills innocently, though his optics glitter with delight. Jazz gently cradles their back, letting them adjust to the cool embrace of the water. "See? Nothin' to worry about with lil ol' Jazz around." He rumbles soothingly, running webbed fingers in slow circles across tense muscles until he feels them begin to relax.

Floating was as easy as breathing for him, he held the human close yet loose, waiting patiently for panic or anger. They let out a grumbled sigh as they relaxed against his frame. One hand hangs over his shoulders in the water as they lay their head up on his shoulder as they both just exist. Floating in the pool as Ray's and fish swim around the lagoon.

In truth they did enjoy his visits, but they fretted over him getting caught by others. They doubted anyone at the refugee would say anything but they didn't want to risk him getting caught, money could make people do alot of things and they didn't want to risk Jazz's safety or his pod.

Jazz's whole frame practically vibrates with subdued joy to feel them sinking into his embrace. One hand rises from the water to gently cradle their back, holding them securely as his claws trail soothing patterns across their back. He nuzzles their head fondly, inhaling the soft scent as his optics close briefly in contentment. Floating here in peaceful stillness.

They cuddle into him. "Do you want me to come swimming with you tonight?" They softly inquire. When they speak, murmuring that tender question, Jazz's spark practically swells until he fears it may burst from his chest. Slowly opening his optics, he peers down at them with such caring and gratitude, it's plain for all to see how deeply he cared for this human and how much they meant to him.

"Ah would be the happiest mer in all the sea if ya did," Jazz rumbles softly, servo coming up to gently cradle their cheek. Leaning in, he presses a chaste kiss to their forehead with a tenderness that belies his brutal strength.

"But only if it's what you truly want. I'd never force ya or put ya in danger, you gotta know that." Pressing their heads together, Jazz cradles them as if the most precious of gems. All he desires is their happiness.

The hum softly against him. "I finish my shift in half an hour, if you can sneak back out without getting caught ill meet you over by the jetty in the mangroves" they mumble softly as they sit up against his frame. "I still have to feed the eels"

Jazz practically vibrates with barely contained elation, optics glowing fiercely as he gazes up at their darling face. All he can do is hold them tenderly and nod. Slowly releasing them to stand, Jazz watches with eager affection as they exit the pool. "I'll be waitin' for ya where the water meets the land, babydoll." He rumbles softly, spark thrilling at the thought of going swimming with them.

Surfacing silently, Jazz offers one last wave before slicing smoothly through the water back down the ocean gate to the reserve's channels, back out to the open sea. Here, under the dusky sky, he lets his joy ring out for all to hear in a joyous chorus of whistles and clicks. Stealthily, he slips into the mangroves' shadowed crevices, ready and waiting for them to finish their shift.

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“cruel to be kind” - katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "means that i love you baby. "

content: quirkless au, american au, ochaco rich girl au, its 1999 so flip-phones yall…, um idk if ppl are ooc here i’m sorry😭

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU! I SEE MAKING our visits a weekly ritual." Ms. Midnight says taking a seat at her desk. "Only so we can have these moments together--should I hit the lights?" Katsuki said with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Oh, very clever, blasty boy." She replied, eyebrows raised looking down at her papers. "Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?" Katsuki just sighs. "I was joking with Lunchrush, it was a bratwurst-" This made Midnight pull her glasses down and look through her brows at the boy. "Aren't we the optimist?" She remarked as Katsuki gave a disgusted look at the counselor.

"Well next time, keep it in your pouch, okay?" Midnight smiled before flicking her hand. "Scoot!" And with that, Katsuki left. "Weird ass lady-"

As Iida and Kirishima made their way through the courtyard the blue-haired boy stopped in his tracks when he saw the brunette wearing a dress. "Oh my god.."

"What group is she in?" He asked, adjusting his glasses. "The 'don't even think about it' group." Kirishima rolled his eyes at the new student. "That's Ochaco Stratford. She's a sophomore." He shrugged. Iida sighed, not taking his eyes off the girl while walking. Kirishima just laughed lightly. "Mhm, ya know she's beautiful and deep. I'm sure.."

"Yeah but there's a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack." The girl related to her friend, walking next to her. "But I love my Skechers?" Momo asked, a confused look on her face. "That's because you don't have a Prada backpack!" Ochaco smiled as Momo let out an 'ohhh' look.

"Anyways forget that their incredibly uptight father and it's a well-known fact that the Stratford sisters aren't allowed to date." Kirishima explained, the two now stopped and looked in the direction of the girls, walking off as the bell rang.

━━

Taking a seat near the front, you settle down in 5th period, English. "So what did we think about 'The Sun Also Rises'?" Mr Aizawa asked the class from the podium. Hagakure raised her hand. "It was so romantic~" This ticked you off as you whipped your head around to the girl. "Romantic? Hemingway?" You let out a sigh before turning back to the front of the class. "He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life trying to nail Picasso's leftovers." You finished as Aizawa sighed in irritation but before he could continue his lesson a blonde boy spoke up.

"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag?" He laughed along with some others in the class, even daping one up. "Shut it blondie." Aizawa sassed the boy whose smile fell from his face. "Maybe in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." You turned back to Monoma with a tight smirk. This made the class erupt in 'oohs'.

As you were speaking about other amazing female writers, a boy with blonde spikey hair and a bag on his shoulder walked into the classroom. "What'd I miss?" He asked, panting. Taking a quick look at the boy before looking back with a heavy sigh. "The oppressive patriarchal values in our education."

"Good." Katsuki nodded before leaving the classroom as Mr Aizawa called after him. Monoma spoke up once again with the same shit-eating smirk on his face as before. "Mr. Aizawa, is there any chance we could get y/n to take her midol before class?" This makes the class chuckle as you throw a glare towards the boy.

"One day you're gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it." The teacher shook his head and continued his lesson, shutting up the boy.

━━

"You heard about the whole nirvana thing?" Mina asked you with a slight frown. "Oh yeah, poor Frances.." You grimace. "Ugh, I wish I got to see them--" Before Mina could continue the thought, Monoma pulled up in his bright red sports car.

"Hey, your little mad max look is out, y/n." He smirked, hand still on the wheel. "Didn't ya read last months Cosmo?" Cosmo? Is this guy serious? No way he's into women..."Run along." You flick your hand in a 'keep moving 'motion before walking off with Mina.

While getting into your car and turning it on you see your sister Ochaco and Momo riding in the back of Monomas car. "Well, that's a charming view." Mina scoffs from the passenger seat. "Ugh, that's disgusting." You groan before pulling out of the space. That's until a boy with red hair on a bike almost runs into you. Clearly annoyed from the entire school day, you yell at him, saying something along the lines of getting his head out of his ass before driving away to leave Mina at her house.

"You okay?" Iida asked, shocked at your antics. "Yeah, just a minor encounter with the witch. That's your girlfriend's sister." Kirishima gestured to the car that was driving away. "That's Ochaco sister?" Iida stuttered in disbelief. "Stay cool bro." The boy on the bike waved goodbye to his new friend.

━━

Sitting comfortably by the window, you read the words of 'The Secret History' as your dad came up to you with the mail in his hands. "Hello y/n. Make anyone cry today?" He asked, not looking up from the mail. "Sadly no, but it's only 4:30." You half-joked, looking up at your dad with a smile as he returned it. "Hi, Daddy!" Ochaco practically skipped to your dad, leaving a quick peck on his cheek. "Hello, precious."

Closing your book to look at your sister. "And where have you been?" You asked knowingly. You knew that you sounded like a complete bitch but you just didn't like the thought of her hanging out with that prick Monoma. "Nowhere." She practically sneered at you. Your dad pulled out an envelope from the bottom with a confused look on his face. "What's this? It says, Sarah Lawrence?"

This made your face light up, snatching up from him before throwing yourself onto the couch and opening it. Holy shit, it says you got accepted! "I got in!" You yelled, giddy from the news. "That's great sweetheart but isn't Sarah Lawrence on the other side of the country?" Tsunagu sputted, walking over to the couch, Ochaco following suit. You kept reading the lines of the paper with a smile. "I thought you were gonna stay here for college--be a hero like me!" He then made the university mascot pose which was a regular hero pose. "No, you decided! I think I'm gonna go--" Before your dad could say anything Ochaco chimed in with a smile.

"Let's hope so!" You sometimes can't believe how she's even related to you. Getting up to go upstairs, hearing your sister and dad argue about dating until you heard your name being said. "Ugh, y/n why can't you just be normal! Where did you come from planet loser?" The brunette huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "As opposed to the planet 'look at me! look at me!'" You mocked her, standing at the staircase, now pulled back into the conversation.

"Okay old rule out, new rule" Tsunagu began. "Ochaco can date...when y/n does...oh yes I like this.." He proposed a sly smile on his face. Ochaco protests, making meaner remarks than before, you decide that it is high time for you to finally go upstairs.

Closing the door to your room you let out a long sigh. Running a hand through your hair, you throw your school bag on the bed to work on some homework, hopefully, it would take your mind off of the dumpster fire that today was.

━━

Iida and Kirishima are now in Biology and cooking up a plan to get y/n to date someone so Iida can take Ochaco out. That was the easy part. Finding someone willing to date 'the heinous bitch' was the difficult part.

"What if we can't find anyone.." Iida groaned lightly to his friend. "Wait hey what about him-" The boy pointed at a blonde guy who was playing with the bunsin burner before his friend with black hair stopped him. "Hey no don't--don't look at him.." Kirishima told Iida. "Not him, I heard he sold his kidney for a set of speakers." He whispered. Iida didn't immediately respond, looking at the guy before saying with a smile. "That's our guy."

Kirishima didn't completely agree but shrugged. "Well, we need a backer because I don't have any money bro." They looked around but the bell rang for lunch so they continued their conversation in the halls to the cafeteria.

"Oh wait how about Monoma--I mean he'll do it super senior and stupid?" He joked as they saw said senior sitting with his friends. Iida nodded along, taking a seat at the table and waiting for Kirishima to finish talking to Monoma. To be frank, Iida was nervous, he wasn't too sure if this plan would work and he wasn't sure what he'd do if it didn't. Seeing Kirishima come back with something drawn on his face.

"He'll do it."

━━

Finally last period arrived and it was gym, more specifically soccer. I mean you did choose it but there weren't many good options to be fair. Finishing up the game, Coach Nezu told you that you were being 'too rough' which you scoffed at before heading back to grab your gym bag when a boy with spiked blonde hair came up to you.

"Hey there girlie." He smirked down at you. You rolled your eyes, not stopping for this wannabe. "How are ya?" He pressed further. "Sweating like a pig actually! and yourself?" You smiled, sarcastically at him as he gave you a faultered look. He cleared his throat before picking up his smile again. Those 50 bucks aren’t looking like the right price anymore.

“Lemme me take you out.” You scoffed at his offer. The guys at this school keep getting more and more annoying. “Psh mhm—do you even know my name screw boy?” You rolled your eyes, now stopping to face him. “That’s what the dates for idiot-“

“Yeah real nice—“ And with that you leave the field, leaving the boy in his tracks. “Shit…”

Iida and Kirishima watched the entire scene unfold, their hopefulness slowly disappearing. “We’re screwed..” Iida sighed into his hands. Kirishima whipped his head to his friend. “Nope I don’t wanna hear that defeatist attitude dude!”

“We’re screwed!” Iida said with more enthusiasm (and sarcasm.) “Yup that’s it..” The red haired boy replied in a whisper.

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(PART ONENEN i swear part two is better! this is gonna be a three parter because it’s based off the movie and well there are to many fire scenes I have to include 😈😈 HOPE YALL LIKED IT!!)

- love always, kat

[mrs-murder-daddy]

A/N: It's finally here, and it's only part one! I'm so sorry everyone but I've been fucking miserable for the last few months. But I'm here, I promise!

Requests are also open for BoB and MotA!

The Heart of the Ocean (Part One)

Gale "Buck" Cleven x Reader

The stateroom is much smaller than you anticipated, though perhaps your expectations were too high. After all, this is just a boat with a lot of people on it.

It feels suffocating, though perhaps that’s a consequence of your circumstances more than your room. 

You stare at yourself in the vanity’s mirror. You look tired, but maybe you should cut yourself some slack. You’re getting married in a few weeks. Every bride looks this sallow before their wedding day.

There’s a knock on the door, gentle and polite. You haven’t even responded when it opens. Caledon Hockley, your fiance, walks in. If you had never spoken to the man, you’d say that smile on his face is genuine.

He brandishes a velvet jewellery box and presents it to you with all the showmanship of a salesman. You’re not sure why. You’re marrying the bastard, not buying a house from him.

Cal crowds up behind you, opening the box, expecting you to ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over it. He gives you some long speech about how the diamond used to belong to some long dead king. All you can do is stare. It’s so… big. It’s gaudy and awful. At least it matches your engagement ring.

He clasps the necklace, the chain feeling rather literal. He kisses your temple and grins at his most prized possession. You paste on a smile and thank him for his kindness. As he leaves, reminding you of the lunch you were already supposed to be at, you wrap a hand around the massive blue diamond. It’ll at least weigh me down, you joke.

Despite your mother’s hatred of her, Mrs Margaret “my-friends-call-me-Molly” Brown is the only person you can talk to that actually listens. You walk into the dining room for lunch, hands gently wrapped around one of Cal’s arms and the first thing you hear is, “that necklace is gorgeous darling!”

Your mother fawns over it and you almost tell her to just take it if she wants it so bad. 

Molly says, “Not as beautiful as the woman wearing it.”

Her beaming smile is not enough to distract you from your mother’s eye roll, but it is enough for you to respond with a genuine thanks. You can’t remember the last time you got a compliment.

Stuck at a table between a rock (Cal) and a hard place (your mother), you wait anxiously to eat. You would listen to the conversations around you, but it’s mostly your mother bragging about the family you’re marrying into, and the men discussing which type of cigar they’ll smoke next or other trivial nonsense.

When the waiter approaches, you perk up. but Cal takes over. “We'll both have the lamb, medium-rare with very little mint sauce.” He turns to you and pats your hand, “You like lamb, don't you sweet-pea?”

You stare at him silently, god his face was just so punchable. A pinch on your thigh reminds you that there’s an audience. “Of course, darling.”

Molly jumps in, noticing the distinct pinch of your mouth. “You gonna cut her meat for her, too, Cal?” The table bursts into laughter and even your fiance forces a tight smile.

The food is not quite to your taste, the bitterness of Cal’s mistreatment tainting your meal. But the conversation takes a turn for the better.

Molly posits, “So, how do ya reckon they got to the name Titanic?”

An older fellow married to a woman 3 years your junior speaks up, “Well the name obviously conveys size, thus it also conveys strength.”

You jump in, “Perhaps Dr Freud’s ideas about the male preoccupation with size will interest you, Mr Higginbotham.”

Your mother pinches your thigh again and you jolt. The conversation changes once more and even Molly’s boisterous laughter can’t calm your temper. You excuse yourself and race outside for some fresh air.

The ocean breeze cools you down somewhat. You bask in the sun’s rays, gripping the rail in front of you and leaning back just a little.

Your reverie is interrupted by a loud shout of “Miss!”

You look down to see two brunets wrestling playfully. Their blonde friend shakes his head before looking up at you. Your knees turn to butter. He’s quite possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. 

The two of you stare at each other for so long, his friends have stopped wrestling, instead looking between you two like a tennis match. The Greek statue below only stops the staring contest when a frown takes over.

Your own face falls when you realise why: Cal. Your fiance grips your arm and begins to berate you quietly while dragging you back inside.

But the beautiful blonde man is all you see. His smile as his friends begin to tease is enough to feed you for a lifetime.

Dinner is much the same, only your noose feels tighter than before. Your newfound wealth is still the only topic of conversation your mother cares about and your fiance is content to make every little decision for you.

Of all your companions, at least Molly Brown tries to reach out with some gentle questions about the wedding. Cal fields all of them, he and your mother having planned everything to the very flowers of your bouquet.

Your ears begin to ring. Your mother over one shoulder, your fiance over the other. A hand touches yours lightly. It’s gloved but still warm. Molly’s Southern accent cuts through the rest of the conversation.

“You okay darling?”

You nod and beam brightly. “Of course, just excited for the wedding.”

It’s clearly not enough for her. Then an icy glare from the people either side of you reminds her of your precarious position.

“Well who wouldn’t be? It all sounds so beautiful!”

You power through dinner, Cal ordered the beef for you both, though you would rather have eaten dirt.

He kisses your gloved hand as the men retire to the smoking room. Molly rubs your shoulder gently as she bids you goodbye. 

Your mother hisses at you for acting up. You simply smile apologetically and ask to get some fresh air. She waves you off with an angry “I’ll see you later.”

Thankfully, no one else is on deck as you sprint across the wood. Your chest is heaving with panicked breaths and barely concealed sobs. The theatrics catch the attention of a man laying on a bench staring up at the stars.

You crash into the rail at the stern of the ship and hastily climb over. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as the wind brushes past your face, cooling the tears on your cheeks.

The skin over your knuckles stretches as you cling to the only tether you have left. The water looks cold but so inviting.

Then a voice. It’s quiet and gentle, but it nearly startles you into letting go. 

“Easy, easy, didn’t mean to scare you.” He approaches, palms up in surrender.

“Go away.” You’re beyond embarrassed to have someone witness your breakdown. Your consideration of the unthinkable.

“Well that I’m not gonna do.” He creeps closer like you’re a wounded animal. It’s perhaps a cliche, but you imagine that’s what you are. Hunted for your beauty and trapped in the snare of a loveless marriage.

“You should leave. If you know what’s good for you.” You wish your voice sounds stronger. The creaking of your throat doesn’t make you sound very intimidating.

He just sighs and sits down on the deck. He begins to… remove his shoes? You frown and look over your shoulder as much as you can.

“What are you doing?”

��If you’re going down there,” he nods to the water below you, “I’m coming after you. And these are a new pair. Can’t get ‘em all soggy.”

You begin to laugh, a little hysterically. “That water’s freezing. There’s no way you’ll jump after me.”

“That’s not the part I’m worried about.” He stands up and begins to remove his jacket. Your face grows serious once more. His shoulders are broad, he must be a steel worker or something. But his face is too pretty for that kind of work. “You know a fall from this height into water, it’s like hitting pavement. Then you add the freezing water and-“ he hissed through his teeth.

You take another look, it is a very long way down. How did you not notice that before? A few moments of contemplative silence pass and the broad shouldered man moves closer.

You look over your shoulder at him. “You ever feel alone? Like truly alone in the world.”

He frowns sympathetically, “Can’t say I have, ma’am.”

You smile sadly. “That’s good.” Your hands begin to loosen their grip. 

His voice now sounds like it’s right next to you, but you can’t bring yourself to look. “Maybe you should come back over this rail and tell me all about it. Maybe I can help you.”

A sad little smile appears on your face. “I wish you could.” 

Then warmth wraps around your wrist. The man’s hands are calloused but much softer than you expected. 

“You never know if you don’t try.” He’s practically begging, anxiously waiting for your response.

You turn your head to look at him, tears threatening to choke you. You realise just who this man is. “Okay.”

He wraps a gentle but firm arm around your waist and helps you pull yourself back over the rail. When you finally set your heeled feet on the deck, your body feels like it’s going to collapse. The man leads you to a bench and wraps his jacket tight around you.

“I’m Gale by the way, Gale Cleven.”

You introduce yourself, still feeling rather defeated.

“Now tell me about what happened just now.” The words imply an interrogation, but looking into those baby blues you see… concern. What is with the people on this boat?

You’ll know them for only about a week and yet they’re the only ones in your life who seem to actually care for you.

“I know what you must be thinking.” You sigh, “Poor little rich girl. What does she know about misery?”

Gale leans his head forward to make eye contact, “Not at all. What I’m thinking is what could have happened to this girl to make her think she has no way out?”

You flash the giant ring on your finger, “I’m getting married next month.”

He jokes, “Wow! You would have gone straight to the bottom.” 

But you can’t laugh, you just stare at it. “All of Boston society will be there. 500 invitations.”

You finally look at his face, counting his freckles subconsciously, “Sometimes I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.”

He frowns and you’re hit with a sudden wave of shame. “Thank you for your help, Gale.” You take his jacket off hastily and drop it in his lap.

“Wait-” He tries to process the abrupt end to your conversation but you’re already halfway down the deck, surreptitiously wiping away tears.

The next morning, you beg your mother to let you have some space and fresh air. Really, you want to find the handsome blond from the night before. To apologise and to assure him that you will be just fine.

It’s not difficult to spot his incredibly handsome profile. He’s hunched over a sketchbook, head bobbing as he looks to his reference then back down. Trying to follow his eyeline, you see a sweet looking older man dancing with his little daughter. She stands on his feet as they sway to nothing in particular.

You approach carefully, worried you’d break the warm quiet, or disturb the family’s moment. You decide to just sit next to Gale. He tilts his head in acknowledgment but continues his work.

“I wanted to apologise for my behaviour last night,” you begin, “it was inappropriate for a woman of my station.”

He gives a little half-smile and looks up at you. His stare is like looking into the sun. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel. And I felt honoured you trusted me enough to share your pain.”

Your face warms, you’re not sure if it’s shame or those baby blues trained on yours. The girl and her dad are still dancing, but he’s picked her up. Her curls swish around as he twirls them and her giggles almost bring a tear to your eye. You can’t remember the last time your parents showed you any affection, let alone danced with you just to make you laugh. 

Gale clears his throat and holds his sketchbook out. His work is incredible. Not only is his technical work beautiful but he’s captured the loving glint in the father’s eyes and the little girl’s missing tooth. You can’t help your beaming smile.

“This is incredible work! You should be proud. Is this what you plan to do back in the States?” You brush a gentle finger over the drawing’s finer details.

He blushes and shakes his head, “I’m going back to my tiny hometown to see my family. Where I go from there, I don’t know.”

“You have a real talent here, Gale! You should explore this.” You hand the drawing back to him.

His plush lips part like he wants to respond, but you’re interrupted. The sweet little girl taps your shoulder, her tiny hand covered in freckles. She introduces herself as Niamh, and asks if you’re some kind of fairy. You frown, confused, but hear Gale chuckle behind you.

“She absolutely is, Miss Niamh.” When you turn your head to look at him, he winks. You look back at Niamh and smile.

“He’s right, I am a fairy! And I have a gift for you, little one.” You pull out one of the many pins in your hair, a bejewelled butterfly on the end. You hold it out to her; she seems hesitant to take it.

Niamh looks back at her dad who nods in her direction. She takes the pin and gives it a little kiss, “I promise, I’ll take care of it.” She runs back to her dad, giggling.

“I gotta go soon,” Gale’s voice draws you back to your previous conversation. “It’s almost lunchtime, but I wanted to ask.” He closes his sketchbook and faces you head on. “You ever been to a party?”

You had assumed when Gale asked you about a party there would be drinking and music, but nothing to this level.

The small parlour is packed to the brim with warm bodies and free-flowing drinks. Gale is up on a makeshift stage dancing with a cat in one arm and Niamh on the other. You remember his two brunet friends from yesterday and search for their faces, hopefully one of them will remember you.

One is preparing to arm wrestle a big bald man while the other claps him on the shoulder for support. A pregnant woman stands behind them, arms folded and a big grin on her face. You make your way through everyone, feeling very overdressed. By the time you reach them, the arm wrestling match is done and everyone cheers for “Curt”. By the big smile on his face, you assume Curt is one of Gale’s friends.

You can’t quite find a way to interject yourself into the celebrations so you find yourself leaning against the wall awkwardly. Gale finally notices you and tries to wave, only he has no hands free. So he quickly gestures to his friends.

“Hey!” The taller brunet shouts, holding his arms out for a hug. You shake your head, not quite there in your acquaintanceship with him. Instead the pregnant woman wraps her arms around him instead. “You’re the dame who Buck can’t stop talking about.”

“Buck?” You look over his shoulder at Gale whose attention is divided between you and Niamh. “Oh Gale!” Your face heats up, “I hope he’s been kind.”

Curt butts in, “Darling you’ve got nothing to worry about, the man is already picking out a ring for ya.”

The tall brunet holds his hand out to shake yours, introducing himself as John, “But my friends call me Bucky.” He also introduces the woman under his arm as Angel. She gives you her real name but says she prefers the nickname.

Curt gives you an official introduction, and Gale peels himself away from Niamh and the cat long enough to come join you all.

“I’m glad to see you here, sweetheart.” Gale smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You lose yourself in his eyes again.

“Glad to be here.” Your voice is breathy, but for once you’re saying what you truly mean.

The night is long and restless, you drink and you dance and you laugh and you dream. This is the life you’d sorely missed, friends, fun, and blossoming love.

The night winds down, Curt has passed out on a bench near the makeshift stage. There’s only one fiddle player left, the rest of his musician family gone to bed. Niamh is asleep in her dad’s arms while her mother dances around them.

Bucky and Angel dance together, looking more in love than anyone you’ve ever seen. He whispers sweet nothings in a low tone just to see her blush. Gale clears his throat next to you and you snap your eyes towards him. He holds his large hand out, inviting you to dance. As you join him, slow dancing next to your new friends, you wonder. Maybe you can learn to love Gale like Angel loves her Bucky.

It’s late when you return to your room. A familiar face greets you. Cal sits on his reading chair with a whiskey in one hand and your massive blue diamond necklace in the other.

“Where were you?” He doesn’t look at you, only the necklace.

“Out.”

“And what, precisely, does that mean?”

“I… was with friends.” 

“Is that why you smell like a brewery?”

You roll your eyes, but choose just the wrong time to do as his eyes shift to you.

His voice is dark and angry, and your palms begin to sweat. “You are my fiance, and you are to be my wife. You will wear this gift at all times and you will not leave my side without my express permission. In fact, I’ve come to an agreement with your mother.” He stands, looming over you. “You will stay in this room and share this bed with me.”

Your eyes widen, “That would be inappropriate, we’re unmarried.”

“You are still mine.” He clasps the necklace around your throat once more.

[apollosunshineisdead]

my favorite lyric or two from every will wood song

Everything is a Lot:

6up 5oh: "they shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD!"

skeleton Appreciation Day: "give me all your LSD so i can feel my mind unweave again!"

front Street: "you said let loose, but now you're lost"

aikido!: "i told doctor tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule's filled with children with need Prozac, prilosec and lo-jack, triple-sec and lexapro"

white Knuckle Jerk: "i wonder how i woke up in the middle of my surgery, and i watched them botch my heart"

cover This Song!: "i'm just a little bit crazy 'bout you, just a little bit out of my mind"

Thermodynamic Lawyer: "so all that i see, absolute entropy as the chemical bounds fall apart"

red Moon: "the crescent rests, tethered to the west"

lysergide Daydream: "ooh, i wanna be on the picture on the postcard, pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend"

the First Step: "i lost count after 21 in the college crawl"

jimmy Mushrooms': "i think the truth is that everyone's wrong!"

Compound Fracture: "bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas"

everything is a Lot: "night sky, i wonder why i am alive until i die / i find that at this size, no answer can be right"

destroy to Enjoy: "lao tzu, chaung tzu, yin-yang tattoos, FUCK your mystic wisdom! find your own way home from Bonnaroo!"

SELF-iSH:

self-: "i'll shake the apples from my family tree, so when the autumn comes to take the leaves..."

2012: "testing my hypothesis, never finding a theory!"

cotard's Solution: "rolling my third eye into the back, of my head and squinting through the black"

mr. Capgras: "eulogy or biography, i'm who i ought to be, and that is God to me"

the Song with 5 Names: "WHAT IS "IS"? WHAT IS "NOT"? WHAT IS "WHAT"? WHAT'S UP PARTY PEOPLE! WHAT? / WHY I WONDER WHY I'M NOT WHATEVER, WHAT THE FUCK!"

hand Me My Shovel: "looking up, i could say Heaven sent me! / hand me my shovel, i'm going in!"

dr. Sunshine is Dead: "i'm noone if i'm nowhere in between!"

-ish: "well at 27 will i see, that i was born to be the man i'll be?"

The Normal Album:

greetings from Mary Bell Township!: "so give me your half-life crisis / i can tell that you know where paradise is!"

(vampire) Culture: come on, drink that BLOOD! didn't they want your blood?

Love Me, normally: the Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"

2econd 2ight 2eer: "my grip on the secrets' slippin' while i'm speakin' in tongues!"

laplace's Angel: "so if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor / neatly fold your skeletons, but still can't shut the closet door"

i/Me/myself: "eating your prosthetic, meet your anesthetic"

...well, better than the Alternative: "she's gonna be a lot like me, but i don't wanna be at all like me"

outliars And Hyppocrates: "i am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you, the red hot sky"

blackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA: "his ribcage was a hornet's nest, his palpitations set the beat!"

marsha, thankk you for the Dialects: "doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that / disease is in the eye of the beholder, tell me "so it goes!""

love, Me Normally: "is there nothing to fear, cuz shit's getting weird!"

memento Mori: "no need to fear cuz when it's Here you won't be alive / try not to think about it!"

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs:

venetian Blind Man: "string on his finger, a tourniquet ring"

yes, to err is Human: "if you don't hate me, then reanimate me!"

your body, My Temple: "furthering the fever of your fervor for believing, I will"

when somebody Needs you: "fishing lure moon on a string for you, didn't you say you need space?"

"In Case I Make It,"

tomcat Disposables: "what's the moon made of? meet me there after i'm gone"

becoming The Lastnames: "weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss"

Cicada Days: "here at the end of days, my god, what have I done? / christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all i dreamed of"

euthanasia: "and every, everybody dies / fighting for their lives, just trying to survive"

falling Up: "airplane eclipses over spirals of math – would or could the impact kill me?"

that's Enough, let's get you Home: "but CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home"

um, it's Kind of a Lot: "sorry darling, please excuse my constant need to self-aggrandize!"

half-Decade Hangover: "but i can't make amends for things i can't remember"

vampire Reference in a Minor Key: "the seraphim on my shoulder, whispering "please don't turn your head""

you liked this: "Ten Red Flags that a Neurotypical Narcissist is Trauma Dump Gaslighting You into Sex-Negative Self-Abuse Emotional Labor and Internalised Reverse Racism Against Post-Modern Flat Earthers with Facts and Logic (Number Seven Will Destroy Your Family)"

the Main Character: "judge me by what my cover shows, author becomes beyond reproach"

Against the Kitchen Floor: "i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all"

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll: "and i hate proving that i'm still human after all"

BFB's Blueberry Pie: " "

Willard!: "so gather 'round pandora's skinner's box, look through the one-way mirror / if you can see in shade's of grey, the colors are much clearer"

White Noise: "it begs the question just to tell you the answer!"

ICIMI outtakes:

misanthrapologist: "I hear your hear beating under the floorboards" and if i did, you deserved it: "that i really don't carе what you think or what you say, either that or I do way too much, oh well whatever, either way"

thank you for listening

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #14

Lost and Founder's Day

I do really like how the theme song flows, especially at the end where Cosmo and Wanda jump from their human disguises into fairy form.

Ooh, Founder's Day came back from "A New Dev-elopment." Continuity! I like how the title card shows us the hat that Dev and Hazel saw during their treasure hunt.

I'm gonna throw my money down on the Dimmadomes founding Dimmadelphia (or an ancestor).

skdfj, Hazel's so cute when she steals her teacher's hat.

-> Yes, it was the Dimmadomes.

I like how Dev's shades are still gone, but he's still got that smug tone of voice. But today, he has a good reason to be a bit smug for a festival his family is hosting (that his dad had to work over the weekend to pull together). This is gonna be interesting.

I don't trust any of this tech to be good (in the moral sense). Dale literally tried to promote pollution a few episodes ago.

LKSDJFSD, Dev giving out watches that do a bunch of cool technical things and this is the face he makes when he's asked if the watches tell time:

(They do not).

This is the first time Hazel's shown interest in anything related to Dimmadomes' tech (She has a phone case covering any logo and didn't know how to do the dance they apparently made) and now she's gushing over the gift Dev gave her so I'm... hm. Where ya going with this, Hazel?

Okay, so... what the HECK is going on with Dimmadelphia? I'm sure we'll get to learn the real founder soon, but all I can assume right now is that it was Doug himself, hence the hat logo. If that's true, he was BUSY during the 50 years of frozen time.

-> That WOULD justify my Buxaplenty overlap seeing as the train lines would've been crucial for this.

It's gotta be a different ancestor. There's no way Doug would be in Dimmsdale if he'd founded another city. This city's huge. I'll be watching for any indications of "established X year."

Aww, Hazel adores Dev now and is blatantly gushing over him. That's really cute. Local #1 Dev fan:

[cnt'd under the cut - #long post]

I can't believe we didn't get a "Hazel has a bone in her hair" gag when she got shocked by the tech.

omfg, Dev is so desperate to interact with his dad that he's begging to "organize merchandise by tossing boxes back and forth to each other." He's smart. Goober.

Diagnosed child who would play Catch with active TNT minecarts in Limited Life SMP. He would just do it...

Dale, you shouldn't tell your son to "Eat a lizard." That's mean.

Oh noooo, are we about to get "My dreams were crushed many years ago... How old are you?" version 2.0?

-> Note to self, Dev's birthday is 9 years, 7 months, and 14 days before Founder's Day (give or take since he says "pretty much exactly my birthday to the day, which I think implies he's doing math and decides it's the day).

Dev is 9? Lol. Didn't we already have end of the year tests in like, Episode 2? And our implied end of school year dance? Baby.

-> I double-checked and Sadie Hawkins is in November. There were Sneezy Hawkins Dance posters in Episode 1 when Hazel walked in. Those posters hung in school for multiple episodes (I'll keep my eyes out for them in future episodes), which would imply she started school in September or October (Probably not August since she was specially introduced to the class as a new student).

-> If we keep seeing the posters throughout the whole year, I'm willing to wave them off, but while planning the timeline, it's worth noting they exist, we know we're post-2019, but probably not too many years later since that was the most recent date on the gym's championship banner for a school that clearly wins sports games often ("Fearless"), and we've seen multiple waning crescent moons.

-> No snow, but not unreasonable since Dimmsdale was in California.

... I gotta say, I'm really enjoying these recent episodes, but D: Where was this early in the series when I was confused in Post #10 as to where all the underlying trauma vibes were?

We've absolutely shifted vibes from where we were when I wrote that post. Which is fantastic, but I'm surprised we didn't get this earlier. THIS is FOP vibes. THIS is what I wanted and why I was super confused by this show's tone earlier. Yeah, of course I like Dev now... He's shifting the tone back to the OG show's vibes.

I'm wary, but I've approached to eat out of the hand.

Oh no, we scene shifted before Dale could reveal the statue under the cloth. Either he's broken and we're going to see the aftereffects (following Hazel's POV where she's confused as to why he's gone off the rails and turned snappy) or he's gonna find out during the event and he'll break down in front of the crowd. Uh-oh...

...... Okay, now they're just taunting me with the moon. It can't always be a waning crescent!!

The stage looks like Doug Dimmadome.

Please tell me Dale didn't forget to add Dev's info to the ID-scanning robot.

Every time Angela is onscreen she has a new therapy book and I support her.

Wanda: Parenting never gets easier.

-> Please tell me Hazel's parents are about to ask about that and they're going to have to either backpedal or they're going to imply they've raised like 100 kids.

sdlkfj, they only cite Poof. BRUTAL.

-> Cosmo one again giving me "First fairy baby born in 1000 years." Yeah yeah, Westley Periwinkle held the title first, we all know him (/fanfic joke).

Seriously though, it's very funny to me that Poof is never, ever referred to as "first baby born after Cosmo" or "first baby born in tens of thousands of years, or hundreds of thousands." Only first in hundreds OR first in thousands. I can't believe that DANG KID is still haunting me in the new show.

-> Cosmo still confirmed to have been the pregnant parent. I'm glad that wasn't retconned (despite Cosmo's best efforts to scramble and cover up what he said by claiming Wanda was the pregnant one).

Cracking up. Cosmo, I think the neighbors think you're trans but not out about it.

Angela: Where's your son now? :) Wanda: Eh, we don't know. I mean, we forget because we were on vacation for 10k years.

Wanda, WHAT did I say in Post 11 about how you cannot leave that clingy child alone immediately after tearing him away from Timmy?? If Poof shows up and he has abandonment issues and/or clingy vibes, I'm gonna shake you both so hard.

-> Why is Marcus not calling them out for being paranormal creatures? ... That's kind of funny since Crocker would've lost his mind.

I like how Cosmo and Wanda turned their wands into lollipops for the carnival. That's cute.

Uh-oh, the statue's not been revealed yet. I hope Dev isn't onstage when this happens. (I want him to be onstage and suffer).

-> I should note that "Stanky Danky" and "Lost and Founder" are the episodes Dale lists the companies he's in charge of, and I'm pretty sure they're different. I want to make a coherent list throughout the series.

Marcus is reading his wife's book at the party, aww. They're so cute.

OH MY GOSH, their ancestor IS surnamed Dimm! I am once again thinking this implies Dale Dimm from "Which Witch Is Which?" - who founded Dimmsdale - is probably also in this family tree.

Wanda's glowing wand is adorable. They're both cute.

So, Hazel has been here long enough she agrees she hasn't "just" moved here anymore, so I'll allow the waning crescents.

Doug Dimmadome struck gold in 1953? I'll be making a note of that. I know that's after both Dimmsdale and Dimmsdale Flats were founded. This doesn't do much for me right now, but it's good to note.

-> This implies he was a teen or adult in 1953, so he's definitely not close to the age of Timmy's parents, who were 10 in the '70s. This checks out; he's got the white hair.

-> Let's say this is 2020 for the purpose of "We know we're after 2019." (2020 - 1953) is 67, and the youngest I'd be okay letting him strike gold is 10, since 10-year-olds do a lot in this show. So, he's at minimum 77 years old during this show, and could very easily be 87 or more years older (87 if he struck gold at 20), if I'm doing my math right.

And again, that's off the assumption it's 2020, which is a little earlier than I'd been brainstorming. I'm okay with this since he had white hair in the OG series, but I'm gonna have to plot out a timeline for Dale's age at some point.

Dale: /evil monologues about his plan to monitor kids' heartrates to figure out exactly what a child want. Me: Dale, have you tried... talking to a kid? Maybe YOUR kid? Standing behind you? Dev, clearly uneasy: Dad, that's so great! You get to help kids right away!! Dale: ... Help kids?

^ Me

Wait, so the drones can waste products and not get yelled at? Dale, maybe you should focus your attention in that area of your business- I think you're losing product.

Why do the drones sound so sad? They're talking like all their friends just ditched them. They're so cute.

I love how he's still wearing the big boots:

Oh no, Dev's on stage and Dale's talking about how the statue "isn't just him" under the tarp and "he can remember when this bundle of joy arrived." Yeah, Dev's about to shatter.

Okay, Wanda's clearly startled that the statue doesn't depict Dev and even Cosmo's starting to sense that something's going on in that family. You two are going to report this, right?

Aww, Cosmo misses his son.

The contrast of Dev crashing and burning while Hazel is enjoying her new hat is very funny to me. Like, we get this sequence of how happy she is and you just know Dev's having the worst day.

Dev: It's Hazel! Of course... Her well-known love of hats! /said not long after Wanda was like "Hazel, I've literally never seen you wear a hat before yesterday, what do you mean you like hats?

That's actually very funny. And cute? When did Hazel and Dev talk about liking hats? Logically, that must've been while they were montaging on the treasure hunt and posing next to those hat-shaped objects for photos.

With Dev talking about the Dimmadomes running a family business, I'd really like to see what Dev's relationship with his grandfather is. Doug was also careless about destroying childhood memories and I don't trust him to be a good dad either, but I'm curious.

-> I actually have no proof Doug Dimmadome is still alive. I wonder if he's out of the picture and if that had a negative effect on Dale, which may be why he's throwing everything into the business right now, and why he loves his boots.

-> I should check if those boots are similar to his dad's. Like, what if he saw his dad die on the day Dev was born and the boots were left to him, so that's why the boots are so important to him that he dedicated a statue to them?

POV, the dad who (presumably) pampered you for life after you'd spent 7 years of torment underground - and you don't seem to have a mother in your life so this is your only parent and only known connection to a world that isn't full of suffering - is dying on the same day your wife is in labor. What do you do?

Aww, Hazel knows Dev well enough to sense that something's up and ask if he's okay, implying they seem to have grown closer from "A New Dev-elopment" when she saw his father scoff at him and opted to change the subject instead of asking about his feelings. They seem to be doing well as friends and I like that.

-> All these crescent moons make me wonder how long it's been since that episode, though since Dale was working on the Founder's Day event on the weekend, I assume we're still in that range of time.

Dev, holding his arm when Hazel asks if he's okay: I... don't have time to get into it.

They're so cute. I love them.

-> I love the focus on Dev right now, but I hope we don't go full steam ahead into Hazel's friendship with him and she sidelines Jasmine and Winn for her new buddy and/or potential crush.

She hasn't seen her friends this whole carnival, which surprises me. Don't do it, Hazel.

What, where did Dev get those shades. He didn't have those .4 seconds ago.

Dev's going to complete his task and give Hazel's hat back to his dad and still get rejected.

OH NO, Dev is trying to lure the scanner drones away from Hazel, but he didn't tell her that so she thinks he just called her a name, mugged her, and ran off. That's hilarious. #You tried.

Dev, you have to talk to people. You can't just assume she knows what's going on. Fool.

I like how Dale also has special eyewear (VR glasses).

I like how Cosmo inexplicably thinks all the Dimmadomes have "Pickle" as a middle name. I think he said that to Dev in an earlier episode, right?

I like how Hazel saved the day by "doing what Cosmo would do" and pressing all the buttons randomly. That's hilarious.

Barry the dinosaur was at the carnival... That's great.

HAZEL'S MAD!!

As she deserves to be- that's the second time Dev regressed to calling her names. She thought they went through this, but now she's like "He's not changing and also I literally just caught his dad in an evil plot of shocking children's brains with electricity. And Dev seems to have been helping."

Yeah... This is gonna go great. Also, his cute little poses:

Oh thank goodness... We are SO BACK, baby! The fluffy episodes were fine, but NOW we're gettin' somewhere!! Time to break some hearts.

"I would hug you, but I do not have human arms or warmth." I love them.

Aww, he likes her so much. Best buddies...

I didn't know this was his phone, I thought it was a retro video game console.

Oh, it's an iPad parallel. It's got a stand and that's why it's big.

I like how my extremely specific "Ed Leadly as Dev's other grandpa" situation just keeps getting worse the more I think about it.

Little Dev: Grandpa Leadly, I learned to write my name! :) Leadly sitting among his pencils as Dev hands him a tablet he typed on instead of pencil and paper: Buddy, rising star, apple of my eye, my little angel... I will pay you 17 million dollars to never do this in front of me again.

Dad who likes flashy and long-lasting things to remind himself how far he's come vs. grandpa who's willing to massively overpay for anything he took interest in for 5 seconds; what arguments will they endure?

OHHH BOY, it's fairy assignment time! LET'S FREAKIN' GO!

It's Poof!! That is not the voice I expected out of him, but maybe I should've because he did love deep voices back in "Certifiable Super Sitter." I accept it.

Aw, he's so ready to play! This makes me so happy... That's exactly what a fairy godparent is here for- Finding miserable kids and turning that around so they get happier memories of their childhoods. That's exciting!

-> Oh, NOW I see why you guys were all messaging me about my "Poof adores his hero Westley Periwinkle and likes naming things after him" lore, sdkjfl. Ahahaha... I'm in danger.

-> "Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Pixies" Poof-Westley interactions looming on the horizon

Interesting choice to change his name? I wonder if that was done for stylistic reasons like the script. I seem to remember the OG show's scripts would say POOF in them for special effects, and I can see how that would be confusing.

Is... is this because he's trying to lie low so he can dodge the attention he was always getting as a celebrity kid? That feels right, seeing as if it was a true deadname to him, he probably wouldn't have introduced himself as Poof before saying "I changed it to Peri, like Periwinkle."

Either that or he's unclear if Dev's heard anything about him from Cosmo, Wanda, or Hazel and he wanted to clarify who he is, though that doesn't seem likely.

Huh. I'm kinda surprised Poof showed up. I know in the past, he was a controversial addition to the show and I half-expected him to be swept under the rug, though I did wonder about it when Cosmo and Wanda were talking about him earlier.

I've always loved him though and I'm excited to have him back. Return of my other OTHER son.

I'm really excited to hear him talk since his talking was limited to "School of Crock" (only at the end), "Fairly Odd Fairy Tales" (which he mostly slept through), and "Certifiable Super Sitter" (which is... unique). I've had to make up his entire personality for 'fics based on what limited understanding we had of his interests. I look forward to learning more about this version of him!

My established version of him in 'fics will take priority over new information. I'm currently still on the line of "Do I want to ignore New Wish in my canon or try to incorporate what I can?"

That said, I'm leaning a little towards incorporating, since I think I can work with most of it so far, especially if we're throwing in "Fairywinkle-Cosma family aren't strangers to time travel right now."

-> I'm not committing by any means, so don't hold me to that, and even if I do, it'll be cherry-picky.

-> One of my canons for Cloudlands AU Poof is that he's a fanfic writer, mainly for a series called Ninja Cowboy (which he chronically leaves unfinished, to Foop's distress since as Poof's opposite, he's addicted to finding out their endings). He also writes Anti-Cosmo x H.P. fanfics because it's the only thing that makes them back off when they show up to bother him.

Point being, I hope he gets to engage in Prime Meridian with Dev. I feel like they'd enjoy writing 'fics together and it would be funny to me :)

-> I'm wheezing on the floor. Poof's early concept name was Dusty. Even though the writers wouldn't have reason to know that was his concept name, it's funny to me that his name was changed to something that's also not that. The man of as many names as voices he can mimic...

That works really well for me since I named his younger brother Dusty, so that would've caused me problems.

I also gave Poof a mullet / ponytail in my teen design, so that makes me laugh. Lemme see if I have his ref sheet...

I do! Plus a bunch more from my files:

Looks like I gave him a tuft kinda close to his extra hair strand! That's fun. I wonder if New Wish Poof also likes sports. Hmm...

I'm gonna have to look up what era suspenders were popular. I specifically designed my teen/adult Poof with a late 60s / early 70s vibe since Cosmo was said to have been designed for the 50s, which is the time period parallel I was treating Fairy World in during that era too (hence Poof's blog tag being #purple hippie dragonfly, which I'm not planning to change because it's for me).

Exciting! I like Poof's staff. I've seen people do adulthood designs for Foop with a staff, but Poof's a new one. That's fun.

Alas, no freckles... but that's not gonna change in his Cloudlands AU design. We are "biological queen bee" all the way here.

Hmm. Foop has freckles, but... we'll see if he ever shows up in this series. I do not expect the artists to remember his freckles since they only showed up when he puffed his cheeks or flushed, but... if Foop shows up without his mustache and goatee, I'mma have questions.

Actually, this is perfectly fine because I always draw gyne fairies with pale freckles unless they're at their peak, and I already set Finley up as more dominant than Poof at school (with Finley suppressing his pheromones so Poof's "locked down" anyway). It looks like they're pretty faint in his ref sheet too. I'm satisfied with this.

No promises I'll work the Peri arc into my canon. I think I have room for it to exist and I don't think I've seen anything in New Wish that directly conflicts with Cloudlands AU in a way I can't work around, but I'm not likely to write 'fics for New Wish right now.

-> I'm not opposed to incorporating New Wish prompts into the 130 Prompts series IF I find any old drafts I end up not liking, but I did a deep clean in early 2023 and got rid of ones I didn't like, so I'm not sure.

I did sketch Hazel for a potential arc cover though, so I can use that if I have reason to.

So far, as long as I can find a satisfying way for Poof to age, I think I can swing New Wish around to fit with Cloudlands AU... unless we get something super specific like Poof-Peri already graduating high school or Cosmo and Wanda confirming they won't have godkids after Hazel, in which case I'll have to ignore that.

I can even work things around if Peri's not with Goldie, because their whole thing in Cloudlands AU is celebrity drama and dating life struggles anyway (iirc, Foop even told readers that Poof and Goldie keep splitting up and getting back together).

-> I've always suspected Poof would get special advance godkid permissions seeing as, y'know... Jorgen literally made him trial test Crocker's Mom as his "godperson assignment" in "Fairly Old Parent," plus Poof was getting on-the-job training his whole life. It's neat to see him!

I hope Poof's better at not burning himself out now. He looks like he's doing okay. He's grown out of his shell!

-> According to my timeline, Erg was Cosmo and Wanda's trial kid while they were still in high school, so it would totally work for me if Dev is Poof's high school assignment.

I'm not expecting that to be stated, but I can work with it.

Thanks for joining me in this liveblog! Looking forward to more episodes :)

[countrymusiclover]

7 - Love Letter

Part 8

It’s About Time

Should the reader have special moments with Memaw. What would you like them to be??

Shutting the red locker in front of me I shrieked in surprise not expecting Ryker to be standing on the other side. “Ryke! What are you doing there?”

“What would ya say about me and you getting a bite to eat?” He shrugged his shoulders.

I made a confused face. “You normally hang out with Hannah after practice.”

“Yeah normally. But I thought we don’t hang out enough anymore, just the two of us.” He replied leaning against the lockers.

I cut myself short. “Ryker, I appreciate it. But I promised Georgie I would watch him during football practice - hang on what’s the paper in his hand?” I peaked over his shoulder seeing Georgie walking past me carrying a note in one hand.

Ryker shifted in front of me trying to block my view. “I insist Y/n. Let’s go to Waffle House right now.”

“Ryker, let me see. We can go on Saturday.” I tried moving past him but he moved in front of me.

“No, let's go right now.”

“Ryker! Let me see - Veronica!” I pushed him into the locker gently and we both turned our hands for me to see Georgie walk up to Veronica about to hand her the piece of paper.

A guy that I assumed had to be her boyfriend snatched it before he could. “What's this, a love note?”

“Give that back!” Georgie reached up on his toes trying to get it back but couldn’t.

The guy chuckled, unfolding the paper reading it aloud. “Oh, I don't think so. "To my beloved Veronica, Every minute I'm away from you is an eternity. But it feels longer than that…”

“Y/n, I didn’t want you to see this.” Ryker explained standing behind me.

I clutched my hands into fists at my sides grumbling under my breath. “Veronica!” I didn’t want to be jealous of the blonde girl but I couldn’t bury my feelings deep inside.

The guy who was dating Veronica kept reading and she just sent my best friend an embarrassed look. “I can't eat, I can't sleep, it feels like there's a hole in my heart that only you can fill..."

Georgie turned on his feet quickly moving through the crowd of laughing students who were watching the whole thing. “Georgie.”

“Not now Y/n.” He shoved his way past me.

I remained there for a few seconds seeing him disappear around the corner. Ryker touches my shoulder gently, calling my attention. “Y/n, I’m sorry -ah!”

“Leave me alone! It’s never going to happen between us.” I smacked his hand running away from him and past Veronica who I wished I could punch in that moment.

My mom had already had dinner with me and my dad expected me to be over at the Cooper house, except I wasn’t for long. I heard George sr voice down the hallway when I entered through the front door of the house. “Going somewhere?”

“Alaska.” Georgie was in his bedroom stuffing things into a gym bag. “Gonna work on the pipeline.”

His dad leaned in the doorway of his bedroom not noticing me peeking in on them from the living room. “Alaska, huh? That-That's pretty far.”

“Not far enough, but it'll have to do.” Georgie responds.

Mr. Cooper enters his bedroom and I snuck around the corner to hear the rest of the conversation. “Look, Georgie, I know it feels bad right now, but... I promise it'll get better.”

“How's it gonna get better? Veronica thinks I'm a jerk, and everyone in the school's calling me Lovey Cooper. “

His dad sucked in a breath. “Ooh, that is not a good name.”

“It doesn't matter, 'cause I'm never going back to that school.”

George sr called his son’s attention. “Listen to me. Hey. You're a good-looking kid, and you got a big heart. Once we get you on a daily shower schedule, the girls are gonna be lining up.”

“I don't want girls. I want Veronica.” Georgie admitted and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

“Yeah, maybe you'll get her and maybe you won't. But someday, you'll find the woman who was really meant for you.”

I scramble over to the couch, opening one of the magazines from the table pretending to read it when his mother walked past with a basket of laundry. “You mean like Kathryn Dempsey?”

“Alaska's beautiful. How 'bout I go with you?” Georgie’s dad mumbled.

Georgie asked him. “Who's Kathryn Dempsey?”

“I was 15 years... I was 15 years old!” His father hollered back to her and it was shortly after that I heard him leaving the room so I bolted up and out the door onto their front porch. I plopped down on the front porch swing sniffing through some tears feeling some tears falling until the front door opened. “Y/n, I didn’t know you were here. Hey are you crying?”

I wiped under my eyes trying to act like I wasn’t. “Uh no. I’m not.”

“No, something is bothering ya. So what’s wrong?” George sr came over to me sitting down beside me.

I dropped my hands in my lap avoiding his gaze. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Look, I know I’m not your father. But you’re always around like one of my kids so I’m here for you if you want to talk.” He explained letting the cricket noises fill the silent air until I finally had the courage to blurt out what I needed to say.

“I have feelings for Georgie.”

His father became nervous at that. “Oh I wasn’t thinking that but okay…um when did it start?”

“About a year or so after we made these marks together.” I rolled up the sleeve of my jacket showing him the scar on my wrist.

His dad just leaned back on the porch swing seat with his hands in his lap before he spoke. “And he’s being an idiot for not realizing it sooner. That’s why you’re out here because you’re jealous that he’s looking at other girls.”

“Yeah…I shouldn’t be that way.” I run my fingers through my hair.

George sr placed a hand on my knee causing me to meet his gaze. “You have every right to be upset. He’s got a good heart and you are a good girl around him. Eventually when he gets older I have no doubt you two will be together.”

“Thanks Mr. Cooper. I should be getting home it’s late.” Getting up from the seat I slide my backpack on my shoulder walking down the driveway making my way home.

Maybe just maybe he was going to be right about our future. That we would end up together.

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[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

I love you

You were ready. You were ready to tell Hailee that you love her. You weren't sure if she felt the same way you were hoping that you'd both go from "I love ya" to "I love you".

Hailee was just finishing up filming a scene for the show Hawkeye.

You were standing there waiting for her. You got Hailee her favorite slice of pizza and an iced coffee from Starbucks. You put the pizza and iced coffee on the chair so it doesn't fall over.

Hailee looked at you and smiled.

You waved at her and smiled too.

"Alright guys I'll see you tomorrow!" Said Hailee.

"Bye". Everyone said.

Hailee walked to where you were standing and she gave you a hug. You've always loved her hugs. You hugged her back.

You've been trying to figure out how to tell her everything. You just hoped she wont judge you or walk away. After all, you've heard about the rumors that she's with Josh Allen the quarterback from the Buffalo Bills.

And if she is that would crush you to billions of pieces. You've been hoping you and Hailee would be more than friends because being in the friendzone is something you just wanna get out of.

"How was your day today?" You asked.

"My day was good! Super busy filming today. Ooh is that a pizza and an iced coffee for me?" Hailee says.

You smiled. "Yes".

"Awww thank you!" Said Hailee.

"You're welcome. Hailee their is something I gotta tell you. And I need you to please listen". You said.

Hailee sipped her iced coffee and took a small bite of her pizza. "Sure. What's up?" Hailee asked.

"Hailee, I...I...I'm just gonna say it. I love you. I love you, okay? I've been in love with you for the longest time". You said.

Hailee listened.

"Okay I've had daydreams about you I've written stories about you and you-you you probably think I'm a loser. But listen babe I love you please dont date that football player. I'm not trying to tell you who to date or have fun with you but I just wanna tell you I'm, I'm in love with you. And I wanna be your girlfriend and that's all I'm gonna say and-"

And all of a sudden Hailee gently grabs your shoulders and kisses you with so much passionate and energy and affection as you kissed her back.

"Wow!" You breathed.

"I love you too (Y/n)". Said Hailee. "I dont wanna date that football player. I wanna date you. I wanna be with you. I wanna hold you tight everyday. So (Y/n) will you be my girlfriend?" Hailee asked.

You started crying tears of happiness. "Oh my gosh yes! Yes Hailee I will be your girlfriend!!" You said.

Hailee smiled and kissed you again. "Come on baby. Let's go home and eat dinner and cuddle".

You smiled. "Yay!"

[sanguineterrain]

This is not on the prompt list(s), but I’ve been inspired by the phrase “This is for your own good.” and could we have a debut Red Hood Jason saying this to Vigilante!Reader, who was also his pre-death lover, as he’s keeping her prisoner in one of his bases so that she won’t be caught in the crossfire?

OOH. interesting prompt. I haven't really written a darker jason 😏 thanks anon! hope you like.

jason todd x gn!reader. DARK THEMES. drugging, toxic relationship, codependency, chain restraints, knife threats (not from jason). what would happen if jason's best traits (protecting the people he loves, prioritizing safety) manifested in the worst way?

****

"This is for your own good, baby."

You pull at your chains, making them clink against the floor. You snarl as he steps back.

"This is crazy, Jason! Let me go!"

Jason looks at you in sympathy. It pains him to see you like this; Jason never wants to do anything that'll frighten or upset you. Your comfort and happiness always precede his. He'd put a gun into his mouth without hesitation if it would save you.

But he means it: this really is for your own good.

"I thought you were better than this," you say savagely. "I thought you of all people would understand how wrong this is."

"I know it's wrong," Jason says quietly. "I know I'm a bastard and fucked in the head. I know I don't deserve ya. But this is the only way. You won't stop going out there. You're too sweet for this city. It'll tear you apart, and I won't let that happen."

"That isn't your decision to make, Jason!" you say, squirming in your restraints.

You take a deep breath. The Bats only respond to logic when they're this deep in paranoia. You have to appeal to that.

"Jason, listen to me. I know you're scared of me getting hurt, but I know what I'm doing. I've done this for a long time, just like you—"

"And that's exactly where the danger lies. Things go wrong all the time, no matter how long you've been out there. I'm expendable. You're not."

Jason tugs once, twice, three times on your ankles and wrists. Satisfied, he moves on to the chain around your waist that's connected to the wall. It gives you a walking range of about five feet before you're yanked back. Jason had fussed about bedsores, and what keeping you in a bed would do to your range of motion. This was his compromise.

I'm not a monster, he'd insisted. I don't want to hurt you.

"Jason, please," you say. He starts to walk away and you chase him. The wall chain pulls and you land on your knees. Jason stops, looking down at you. You start to cry.

"Jason, please, please! Please don't leave me like this," you say, reaching with bound hands to grab his pant leg. "Please. This isn't right. I'm not a doll for your keeping!"

"I don't think of you as a doll," Jason says, kneeling in front of you. He holds your cheek and wipes a tear with a gloved thumb. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. Please don't cry. Hate to see it. I won't keep you like this forever. 'S just until I finish up in Gotham. Then we can go away from all this. Live normal lives."

"This is the life I want to live!" you shout, pawing at his clothes. "Let me go, Jason, let me go!"

"Baby. Hey, hey. You're gonna work yourself into a frenzy. Y'want something to calm you down? Make y'feel nice and sleepy."

Your blood turns to ice. No. No drugs. If Jason drugs you now, there's no telling when or if he'll stop. This is a man who was trained by Batman. You're sure he knows about every drug there's to know about.

You shake your head, your crying becoming quiet blubbering. "No. N-no drugs. Please."

He pets your forehead. "'Kay. No drugs, baby. 'S okay, see? I'll be back in a few hours and then we can eat and I'll draw you a bubble bath. Those are your favorite, remember?"

Jason kisses your salty cheek and stands, putting on his helmet. Like this, looming over you, in full Hood gear, Jason is terrifying. The reminder strikes you again, how capable and deadly your lover is.

Jason leans in and pets your cheek. "So pretty. Love you so much. Won't let anything happen to you, baby."

You watch, defeated, as Jason leaves, locking the door behind him. You listen for the sound of the lock clicking.

Then you get to work on finding an escape.

****

You keep your breathing silent as you wait. Your limbs ache from how long you've been crouched in hiding, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except escaping.

The door opens and shuts. Jason quietly removes his boots and helmet, surveying the apartment like always. He sets a plastic bag on the coffee table. The smell of Thai food fills the apartment.

"Baby? Hey, I'm home. Brought your favorite takeout."

You wait until he walks by your spot behind the TV. Then you strike.

You take Jason down to the floor with a move that only works due to your element of surprise. Then you hold a dagger to his neck, the cold metal pressed flat.

Jason regards you calmly, hands at his sides. You pant furiously, pressing the blade warningly.

"Let me go," you order. "I won't be chained up like that."

"I see," he says, and the way he says it is scarily reminiscent of Batman. You keep that to yourself.

"I mean it, Jason. You can't do that. I'll—I'll call someone on you. Bruce, Clark, Dick. Somebody."

"Alright." Jason holds up his hands slowly. You watch the movement, nerves raw. "Alright. 'S okay. Just breathe. You're upset, I get that."

"I don't—I don't wanna hurt you," you say, squeezing the dagger harder. Your hand cramps in protest. "But if you make me..."

Jason nods. "Yeah, baby. I know. 'S okay. We can fix it. 'M not mad."

"Don't talk to me like that," you snap. "I'm not stupid, Jay. Not stupid."

"I know, sweetheart. I know you're not stupid. I don't think you are. Y'wanna cut me? Feel like hurtin'?" He leans into the blade, breathing steady as a river. "Go on, honey. I heal quick. You need to do it, take it out on me."

The thought of hurting Jason makes you sick. For all of his misguided protection, he hasn't hurt you. Hasn't laid a hand on you or shouted at you. Every form of restraint is as gentle as possible.

"No," you say, voice wobbly. "I-I don't wanna hurt you. Please don't make me."

Jason strokes your arm with his thumb. "No, I won't. You'll never have to hurt anybody. And I'll never let you get hurt either. 'S okay. You're safe with me. 'S me, just Jay."

Jason's hand wraps around the wrist with the knife. You stiffen, and the blade slips. A thin line of blood beads on his neck. He loosens his grip.

"Okay," he says. "Alright. You're safe."

"I don't wanna be chained," you say, tears in your eyes. "I can't be chained. I'll go fucking crazy, Jason."

"I know. I'm sorry. We don't have to do chains."

Your heart hammers in your chest. But Jason is nothing but calm. Blood sluggishly drips down his neck. Your eyes widen.

"I'm sorry," you say, reaching for his neck. "I'm sorry, Jaybird, I didn't mean—"

"I know." He catches your hand. "Shh, shh. That's okay. 'S just a scratch. It was an accident, baby, that's all."

Tears fall down your cheeks. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"I know." Jason slips the knife out of your hand. He slides it away. You collapse into his embrace.

"I can do it," you say, sobbing. "I can go out there, Jay. Please just believe me. Please trust me. You trusted me before."

Jason cradles the back of your head. He slots you between his legs and rocks back and forth. You put your arms around him. His heart is an even thump against your ear.

Finally, you've gotten through to him. Jason isn't completely gone after all.

"Don't worry," he says. "Don't worry, 's okay. It'll all be fine. I know my mistake. I'll be better. It'll be better for us."

Something pricks your neck.

Hope sinks like a rock in your stomach. You squirm, but Jason holds fast, legs trapping yours. You whale on his shoulders with your fists. He holds your biceps, expression sorrowful.

"Baby—"

"No, you promised. You promised!" you scream. "You promised me!"

"It's just to soothe your nerves, honey. Please don't—"

You lunge for the knife, ready to do some serious damage. Jason tackles you before you can. He traps you on the floor, holding you down in a full lock. He holds your arms to your sides, and your legs are pinned to the floor. It's perhaps the gentlest restraint you've ever experienced. You scream and thrash, but it's no use.

"You monster! You're no better than any of them!"

"Sorry, 'm sorry," Jason says. No matter how much you fight, his grip won't budge. You've never been a match for Jason's strength or ability.

"I hate you! You don't love me!"

"I do, I do love you." Jason rests his forehead against your spine. "Christ, your life means more than mine. I won't lose you. You're the only one who matters."

His words are muffled. Your world is going fuzzy. The drug is kicking in.

"You promised," you say weakly, wiggling in one last attempt.

Jason tucks his face into your neck as you fall unconscious.

"I'll keep you safe," he says, lips on your neck. "No matter what."

[jhoneybees]

Needing help

I just can't stop writing😭 This one is inspired by the movie G.I Blues!

Characters: Tulsa(Elvis) and reader

Prompt: You and Tulsa have grown little crushes for each other when you two first met at a party that you got dragged along to with some of the other nurses but as time goes by, 5 years down the line of Tulsa working as a soldier and you as one of the nurses, your love for one another grew even stronger that it was itching you. Both of you know Paul, being another soldier who recently had a baby named Junior, Tulsa takes up the challenge of babysitting so Paul and his girlfriend could get married but one thing leads to another, Tulsa calls for your help.

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"See ya later!" Tulsa waves to the soon to be married couple as they drive off, taking a deep breath preparing himself for what was to come before he heads back inside to start his babysitting duties. He takes a seat on the couch after closing the front door, sitting back and looking around the home thinking of what he could do to pass the time.

What about make a sandwich?

Whistling and humming a little tune as he nears the finishing product, he picks up the sandwich to take a bite but when his mouth opens, the sudden sound of a muffled baby's cry could be heard from the nursery. Tulsa springs up and quickly runs out of the kitchen, leaving the sandwich discarded on the baby's high chair, Barging into the room, he looks around to find Junior standing in his cot facing towards the door, crying sadly. "Woah, woah, woah, now just be calm... calm down, calm down!" Junior's distressed crying becomes louder and Tulsa looks around the room to find something that might calm the baby but nothing caught his eye so he tries to comfort with words again. " Don't be scared...don't be scared!" The poor baby whines louder and louder, helplessly trying to shush Junior. "Ya daddy's gonna be right back!.. t-they just went away to get married-" he pauses and thinks of what he just said, shaking his head realising that wouldn't be helping the situation. Maybe a little tickle might help? Nope, made the baby cry even more. "I-i'm your uncle Tulsa!..u-um let's play huh? Hey look, look" grabbing ahold of both of his ears and pulling a funny face hoping that would make Junior laugh but only earns another noisy cry. "Don't say I blame ya.." he sighs, stroking his chin with his hand, thinking hard of what could possibly make the baby stop crying, a light bulb lights up. "Hey I know, you're hungry! Aren't ya?" Lifting Junior out of the cot. "we'll fix that!" He states, walking into the kitchen, setting the baby in his high chair and turns to the fridge, Tulsa attempts to open the fridge door, finding it a little jammed so he pulls and shakes the handle for only the door to fly open and a bunch of food fall out onto the floor, including the baby's milk. He curses under his breath. "See what you made me do?" Looking at the crying baby "Waahh" mocking the baby's whining out of frustration.

The sound of the poor sad baby wails fills the house and he just doesn't know what to do, picking up a few food containers to clean up the accidental mess on the floor. The baby's wailing starts to fade, Tulsa turns his head to see the child holding the sandwich that he was going to eat. "Hey! hey! You can't have that" he tries to pry away the little baby fingers that are clawing at his sandwich making the crying louden once again. "Come on, give it to ya uncle Tulsa, C'mon!" his patience starts to grow thin "aw.." he looks away from the tuggle war game that the two are having, his mind trailing off "Army manual section 43..hand to hand combat with the enemy, apply judo jump at the back of neck" he looks back down at the baby "ooh if only you was my size you lil rascal" the game of tuggle war eventually comes to an end as Tulsa retrieves his sandwich and this time places it on a plate that sits on the dining table in the middle of the kitchen. He sighs in defeat, he needs help, he doesn't know what could soothe the baby... Wait... He could call you!

Grabbing the back of the baby's high chair, strolling it into the living room and picking up the telephone, dialling in the numbers. He closes his eyes, praying that you'd be up and awake.

"Hello?" Your soft voice breaks through the line, the sound of a relieved sigh comes through your end. "Y/n.. I-its Tulsa.. i-i- I need help, ya see I-i'm babysittin' Paul's baby for the night a-and I don't know what I can do for the baby to stop cryin, i-i- spilled the milk a-all over the kitchen floor a-and-" cutting him off from his rambling, you couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, Tulsa frowns. "It ain't funny y/n! I-i- really don't know what to do!" You take a deep breath to get your composure back. " Yeah sorry Tulsa, that was mean of me.. y-you can come over to my place with Junior and I'll try to help" a small smile creeps onto Tulsa's face, he gets to go to your place, well he would preferably like to go alone but he takes what he can get. "Really?" Humming in response. "Oh thank you y/n thank you, I-i'll be there soon..g-give me 15 minutes-" you giggle and nod "alright, see you soon" the phone call ends and Tulsa rushes around the house to find all the things he could think of, the baby carrier, a blanket, diapers and wipes.

Finally arriving at your doorstep after apologising 100 times to the cab driver for Junior's loud cries as they were on the way to your apartment. Knocking the front door 3 times then a fourth time for good measure, Tulsa waits patiently with the baby.

The front door clicks open to reveal you in a casual swing dress that compliments you very nicely, you didn't think it would be too revealing. Tulsa's eyes move down to your…assets unintentionally of course! well maybe not unintentionally but he couldn't help but look. You practically do the same, looking up and down at his manly frame. Biting your lower lip but quickly clears your throat.

"Come in" stepping aside for the male to enter, Tulsa clears his throat and looks back up at your eyes and smiles, placing the baby carrier down on the couch and looks over at you with pleading eyes as you close the door and walk towards the baby, you give him a reassuring smile. "Aww you poor wittle baby.." you coo at Junior who was still crying, as your hands find their way under the child's armpits, you lift up the baby into your arms. Shushing them softly while patting their back earning little choked up sobs. "Shhh it's okay honey, it's alright. Just take a deep breath honey" Tulsa watches the scene in front of him, in disbelief.

How can he possibly fall for you even more? It was beyond him.

Tulsa doesn't really get to see you often because of your different positions but when he does get to see you he almost falls to his knees everytime, you're everything he's looking for, kind, humble, docile, wife material, mother material and the list goes on and on, same goes for you. Tulsa is everything you were looking for, someone who's kind, funny, friendly, eager to please, husband material, father material and more.

Junior’s crying soon fades only leaving little sad whimpers. "That's right...deep breaths" you continue to pat the baby's back a little longer before you turn to look at Tulsa, who was staring at you with love hearts in his eyes but you being oblivious you don't notice, the universe screaming in your face. "Could you move the two armchairs together to make a bed for Junior please?" Tulsa nods and does just that, he could do anything, anything for you to be his.

A bit obsessive? Maybe.

As you give Junior a bottle of milk to suckle on, Tulsa sits on one of the armrests, watching the baby contently drink the warm milk and lets out a calm sigh. "Thank you so much y/n.. I-I don't know how ya do it.." sitting on an armrest opposite from Tulsa, you smile softly. "No Problem, I'm glad I could help.."

Tulsa's eyes were filled with love and adoration, he wants to put a baby into that belly of yours so badly. So bad that his heart starts to ache.

he has to tell you at some point…maybe tell you now.

“Y/n…” you look up at Tulsa and hum softly “mm?” Gulping deeply, the male lowers his head to avoid eye contact and begins to play with the cuff on his sleeve. “I-i- I've been thinkin' about this for a while now a-and I- I think I'm ready to tell you- um-” he stammers and You hum again. Tulsa gulps once more before bringing his hand up to pull on his collar as if he was growing hot all of a sudden, he laughs nervously. “U-um so..ya see-” scratching the back of his neck, he forces himself to look you straight in the eye but only to look back down. Nonchalantly you shuffle closer to him and place your hand on his forehead, noticing his face turning red all of a sudden but being oblivious you just think he might have a fever.

Deep down, whatever his confession was, you hope it was having a crush on you.

As Tulsa feels your hand on his forehead, he looks back up and his heart rate quickens to see you closer to him, closer that he could kiss you.

Kiss you…he could kiss you right now.

Out of nowhere Tulsa leans in and pushes his lips up against yours, your eyes widen at the sudden action. Your brain fills with thoughts of what's actually happening and fear fills your insides. You push back on his shoulders, making Tulsa pull away with a heavy pant and you stand up, taking a step back. “I-i-I love you y/n.. i-i love you so damn much…” you see him lowering his head again and shaking his head. After a moment of silence, Tulsa speaks up again “m’sorry i-i- shouldn't have kissed you..it was too sudden, Junior and I can leave now I-if that's what you want, m’ really sorry…”

You love him too, you really do but you're just not as forward like Tulsa but the more you think about it, making him leave your apartment might ruin what you two have. You bite your lip as you think of what you might do. Closing your eyes before following your decision.

Your lips land on his again but this time cupping his cheeks with your hands, Tulsa being slightly taken aback but not long after he kisses back and his hands move up to rest on your waist. After a while you pull away and let out a quiet laugh. “I love you too Tulsa… love you so damn much” earning the happiest smile from Tulsa.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Oooh a drabble or oneshot inspired by the song where you belong by The weeknd, with lloyd hansen. Theme: Jealousy....what do ya think?

I loved writing this. Thank you. Sorry it's taken so long, my life seems to have gotten rather busy lately. Hope you enjoy x

Where You Belong... Lloyd Hansen x reader - sequel to Better Believe It

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, oral (f-receiving), fingering, hand job, sucking on titties, manhandling, public sex? Sex on a desk, unprotected sex (wrap it), use of daddy, nicknames (baby girl, baby boy, baby, sunshine, angel), slight angst, jealous!Lloyd, appearance by Jake Jensen, guns

I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body

You see the scars painted over my skin

I'm always numb to the topic of loving

I fell in love with the subject of sin, oh

I don't have to remind you, oh, oh

It's my need to confine you, oh, oh

I see your face every time I'm with somebody else

Can't you see that I want you?

I don't have to remind you, oh, oh

Oh, whoa-ooh, woah, oh

Where you belong

Lloyd was pouting. And the longer he sat in his car outside of your computer repair store watching you through the window as some nerdy-looking fucker flirted with you, he pouted even more. Lloyd never pouted, unless he wasn't getting his own way, and then he pouted like a little boy being told no. And right now all he wanted to do was march right up to you and fuck you over the counter that you were leaning on, in front of the nerd and claim you as his. But you weren't his. You had been a way to pass the time and a way to take his frustration out, but that had ended months ago. Well, two months, a week and four days ago, not that he had been keeping track since you left him. Two whole weeks of devouring your cunt whenever he pleased, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you provided to be the best way to keep his mind from exploding as he tried to complete his mission.

"So... You wanna stick around for a while, angel?" Lloyd asked and pressed a kiss just behind your ear. His moustache tickling your sensitive skin.

You gave a tired hum. "Depends. You gonna fuck me like that if I do?"

Lloyd chuckled and pushed himself up so he was over you. "Oh, sunshine," He said with a shit-eating grin. "You better believe I'm gonna fuck you silly."

A smirk curled at your lips as you wrapped one arm around his broad shoulders and wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard cock making him moan. "Then I'm all yours." You pressed your lips against his as you gave his cock a soft squeeze around the shaft.

Lloyd began humping your hand as your tongues fought for dominance. He reached up with his left hand and wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a squeeze making you moan and pause momentarily, allowing Lloyd to take control.

He pulled back with a smirk. "I'm going to fucking ruin you, Sunshine."

It had been you to ruin him. Usually, women never got under his skin, but you had bewitched him from the moment you met. You were perfect.

"I need to go home, Lloyd... Jake, called... something about a bug on a corporate company's software and he needs my help. I'm sorry."

At first, when you informed him you had to return home, he was more disappointed than heartbroken. He'd be losing the best pussy he's ever had, but he had always known eventually it was going to happen. You and he were just some 'vacation' fun, nothing more. But as those two months, one week and four days began to pass, he realised that it may have been just more than 'vacation' fun for him and he was missing you more than he first thought he might. That's when he decided to go out and find someone else to fuck, but he found it was only your face he wanted to see in the midst of pleasure. It was your moans and touches he was craving not that of a stranger.

Lloyd's nostrils flared and his hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he watched you wrap your arms around the guy's neck and kiss his cheek before wandering off out of sight. Lloyd glared at the guy as he watch you walk away with a smirk. Lloyd let out a heavy breath through his nostrils as he opened the door and got out, slamming it shut behind him. His hands balled up into fists as he marched across the street towards your store.

The sound of the door being kicked open in the other room startled you from your work. You raised your head and peered over your shoulder towards the black curtain that separated the back room and the front of the store from each other as you listened to the commotion out front. It sounded like Jake was arguing with someone.

You stood up and walked towards the curtain, only to jump back with a gasp as it was thrown open. Your eyes widened in surprise, "Lloyd?"

Lloyd smirked at you. He closed the gap between you, crashing his mouth against yours as he pulled you into his body. You could faintly hear Jake talking but you were preoccupied with Lloyd's tongue in your mouth and his hard cock pressing against your thigh to care. Your arms wound around Lloyd's neck as you moaned into Lloud's mouth, and waved Jake away. You let Lloyd guide you backwards until you were pressed against your desk and his firm body.

He pulled back from you with a grunt and turned to face Jake as he pulled a gun out of his jacket and pointed it at him. "I've told you once, get the fuck out, kid." He growled. You shivered at his tone feeling yourself get hot and bothered.

Jake's mouth fell open in shock before he looked at you with a frown. "Y/n, tell your pornstar to stop being mean to me."

Lloyd gritted his teeth as he moved towards Jake.

"Jake..." You sighed as you pulled on Lloyd's shoulder to stop him from moving away from you. "Go home." You smirked at Jake before looking up at the man in front of you. "Lloyd, unless you're going to fuck me with it," You put your hand over the top of his gun and pushed it down. "Put that thing away." Jake scoffed in disgust as he turned away from the pair of you and closed the curtain behind him.

"You'd love for me to do that, wouldn't you, Sunshine," Lloyd smirked down at you as he dropped the gun onto your desk before crashing his lips against yours.

You moaned into his mouth as you threaded your fingers through his short hair, tugging firmly as he firmly grabbed your backside in his large hands. He lifted you and placed you on top of your desk, standing between your legs as you spread them for him.

Lloyd pulled back from you panting as he pushed your summer dress up your thighs. "Fuck. Can smell her." He ripped your panties down your thighs and threw them over his shoulder.

"She's missed you." You moaned as he ran his knuckles through your already wet folds.

"I hope she as." Lloyd hummed as he looked up into your eyes and pinched your chin between the fingers of his other hand. "What about you, Sunshine? You miss me?" He asked as lightly pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.

You nodded with a soft sigh as Lloyd moved his lips across your skin. "More than you could know." You whispered and began unbuckling his belt. "Now fuck me, Lloyd." You leant back on your desk with your legs spread wide for him. You played with your sensitive clit as you watched him palm his hard cock through his pants.

Lloyd smirked to himself. "I will, Sunshine, but let daddy get a taste. I've missed her sweetness." He licked his lips and dropped to his knees before you.

You let out a breathy moan as Lloyd pressed his mouth against your cunt and began devouring you.

"Fuck. So. Good. Baby." Lloyd groaned against you. "FUCK!" Lloyd pressed his face against your cunt with a moan, his mustache rubbing against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.

"Fuck, baby." Your head fell back with a deep moan as you threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged making Lloyd groan against you.

Lloyd pulled back from you and shoved three of his thick fingers inside your quivering pussy and pressed his thumb against your clit. "Cum!" Lloyd ordered.

You cried out as you came around his fingers. Fuck, you'd missed how quick he could make you cum.

As Lloyd stood up between your spread legs, his face glistening in your juices and made quick work of his pants, pushing them and briefs down his thighs until his cock could spring free. He spat into his hand before wrapping it around his cock and gave himself a couple of strokes.

Lloyd hooked his arm under your knee and pulled you closer to the edge of your desk. He took a hold of his cock and ran the head through your folds making your breath catch in your throat as the tip nudged your clit.

With a deep moan Lloyd pushed his bulbous head inside your warm wet hole making your eyes roll back with a moan. Lloyd bent down and stuck his tongue into your already open and willing mouth.

You both moaned into each other's mouths as Lloyd's thick cock split you open and he bottomed out.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as Lloyd began to move his hips back and forth. "Fuck." You moaned.

Lloyd shoved his face against your shoulder with a groan as you squeezed his cock. "FUCK!... Missed... you... beautiful," He pulled down the strap of your dress so your breast was free and fondled it as he moved his hips at a punishing pace. "Mine... No one... Else's..."

You moaned out as Lloyd ran his tongue over your left nipple before he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck on it. You tangled your fingers in his hair and you arched your back as Lloyd bit your nipple. "Oh, God, Lloyd," You cried out.

Lloyd pulled back with a pop and crashed his lips against yours as he fucked you harder.

He pulled back with a heavy breath. "Fuck!" Lloyd bit his bottom lip as he watched himself slip in and out of your wet pussy. "Oh, fuck," His head fell back with a groan as he moved harder and faster.

He slipped his hand between you and began circling your clit with his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut as you grew closer and closer to your release, switching between muttering praises and begging. Fuck, you'd missed Lloyd.

"C'mon, angel, cum for me... Need it... Please." Lloyd panted as he held your gaze.

You shook your head, "I want... Your-"

Lloyd chuckled as he pressed a short kiss to your lips. "Don't worry, Sunshine," He reached up with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around your throat as he moved his other fingers against your clit harsher. "I'm right behind ya'." He hammered harder into as he squeezed your throat making your eyes roll back.

You let out a an almost silent scream as your orgasm hit. You pulled on Lloyd's hair making him groan in pleasure and let go of your throat as you crashed your lips against his in a heated kiss as Lloyd's movements stilled as he came.

You pulled back from him and rested your forehead against his as you both caught your breath, still holding on to each other's body.

"I'm glad you're not dead, Lloyd." You whispered, gently pushing him back from you as you untangled yourself.

Lloyd chuckled, "Aww, were you worried about me, Sunshine?" He smirked at you as he tucked himself away. "I told you before there's no need."

You rolled your eyes as you hopped off the desk and took your panties from him. "Don't tease, Lloyd. It's not cute." You bent over and pulled your panties on.

Lloyd laughed again, "Don't pout because you missed me, Sunshine."

You laughed as you stood up and looked at him. "You missed me too, or you wouldn't be here, Lloyd." You folded your arms across your chest with a pout.

Lloyd frowned, "I missed your pussy, there's a difference." He folded his arms as he stared at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Bullshit!" You huffed as your cell started going off beside you in your desk. You picked it up with a frown, "What is it, Jake-" You gasped in surprise as Lloyd ripped the phone out of your hand and threw it against the wall making it smash. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" You smacked arm angrily.

"We were having a conversation, you don't just answer your cel-"

"IT WAS WORK!" You shouted. "Have you forgotten how many times you did that?"

"Oh, please. You told that little twerp to go home. He knew what we were doing. There's only one reason why he's calling." Lloyd glared at you.

Your mouth hung open for a moment before you began smiling at him. Any time Jake texted or called you whilst you were having your 'vacation' fun, Lloyd got pissy and would fuck you even harder, claiming it was because of 'work'. Now it made sense.

"You're jealous." You smiled at him.

"What?" Lloyd's brows furrowed as he scoffed. "Like fuck I am."

Your head fell back with laughter. "Oh, my god, you're jealous of, Jake." You said teasingly making Lloyd huff.

"I am not jealous of that little fuck." He glared.

"Aww, baby boy," You cupped Lloyd's cheeks and mushed them together. "There's no reason for you to be jealous." You cooed making Lloyd push your hands away from him, only making you  laugh even more.

Lloyd huffed as you continued to tease him. "Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you." He grunted and grabbed his gun from your desk.

"Aww, what's wrong Lloyd? Don't like hearing the truth?" You pouted at him before you let out a soft laugh. "Relax... I won't tell anyone you're really a big, soft, pussy whipped, little-"

You let out a startled gasp as Lloyd grabbed a hold of your throat and shoved you against the wall, forcing his gun in between your lips.

"I warned you." He snarled in your face.

You stared up at him with wide eyes as you pressed your thighs together.

Lloyd looked down and shook his head with a chuckle, "Just a whore for daddy, aren't you?" He asked.

You nodded the best you could with the gun still in your mouth.

Lloyd removed the gun and replaced it with his mouth, forcing his tongue in between your lips as he ground his hips against you, his hardening cock pressing between your legs and making you moan.

"Fahk," He panted against your mouth. "Need to get you home..."

You let out a soft moan as he trailed the tip of the gun up your thigh. "Promise you'll fuck me with it this time?" You asked.

Lloyd groaned, "Baby, I'll fuck you with anything you want." He kissed you again.

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A writing piece of two of my dear friends. Morty C-137 and Eff- I'm sorry,that name sucks. Em. I'm calling them Em. Here it is.

Effie and Morty ( By Rick Sanchez D-127)

The day was happening. It happening,it was day. Then Evil Mor- sorry, Effie,dumb name,said," Hey,Pookie,look who I killed." Then Morty C-137 (the c stands for cunt,and the 137 is how many times Rick Prime should've hit him when he kidnapped him) said," Wowie,even though it would be in character for me to be scared and concerned, I instead am gonna kiss you even through you have nearly killed me numerous times and constantly do violent and evil things,but because you got mean words said to you by an old guy,it excuses you for nearly killing me and my grandpa, even though your trauma is more of a reason than an excuse, and you took hundreds of mortys from their families for nobodys goals but your own." Effie the Terrorist,slave owner and dictator,shook their head and said," Come here and kiss me,ya big lug." The two kissed. Then....LIGHTNING CRASHES! NIGHTHAWKS SWARM THE SKY AS HE EMERGES.........TEEN RICK (dun dun dun!) " Hey guys." Teen Rick said,forgetting why he was there. Morty says,"Oh,look who it is? The fucking [CENSORED] [REDACTED]". Morty and Effie high five,and [####] each others [#########]. Teen Rick goes," You guys are kinda dumb,to be honest. You're kinda stupid,the way you act." Effie stands up (I forgot mention,they're laying on a blanket) and says," Hey,don't talk to my shnuckums that way!". Morty says," Pookie,that was so manly,I might faint. Oh,I'm so dependent on you! You're my OOoooOooOoonly personality trait now! Somehow I consider hanging out with you better than hanging out with Rick! Maybe it's cuz you can legally kiss me and I'm attracted to you! Which kinda implies that I'm just attracted to myself! I also view a girl that I liked but I was still friends with as meaningless even though I literally killed for her multiple times!" Teen Rick raises an eyebrow," Uh...I.... wh-what? You know what-uh...you wanna hear a joke?" Effie puts a hand in their pockets,(they as in multiple people. They also put their hands in Morty's pockets because he's so dependent on Effie he can't even put a hand in his own pockets.) Teen Rick,with his chiseled jaw, shiny hair, muscular teeth and his strange choice of adjectives, says..." I'll take that as a yes? Uh.... Hey,you know what? I'll do some jokes from the audience." Morty raises a hand," Ooh! Ooh! Me! If...if that's alright with you,Effie..." Effie says,with a chuckle and a smirk that has lived through genocide that they have caused completely by themselves, " Sure,bitch." They smack Mortys ass. "Aw,geez,okay. Well,yeah,do some jokes about me,You fucking fuckhead! Fuck!". Teen Rick says, " That sounded forced- uh,okay. Hey,what's up with that hairline-" Effie stands even more up...somehow,and they yell, while charging at Teen Rick, " DON'T TALK TO MY LITTLE MOONPIE CHERUB THAT WAY!". Effie pins Teen Rick to the ground,and starts punching him in the face while yelling at the top of his lungs. Morty watches with a smirk even though he should be concerned because the whole point of him is that he's more human and concerned about the safety of other people,but oh wait,he's dating the person who's doing the violence,so it's fine. Teen Rick yells, " OH GOD JESUS NO NO NO OH THIS IS NO LIFE FOR ANYONE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING IN THIS MULTIVERSE OH GOD THIS IS REAL FOR ME I'M SO MUCH PAIN HE'S EATING MY ARM HE'S EATING MY- AAAAAAHHHH!". Effie gets off of teen rick,and turns to Morty. "Heh...he shouldn't have awoken the alpha." Morty smiles and nods," It's like I say,baby sweetie pie, Hurting Someone's feelings is worse than senseless murder and violence." Effie and Morty leave while teen Rick is choking on the floor. Then Teen Rick Prime rescues him and heals him he doesn't die. The End.