#mickey's nephews

[eepyism]

melody is important for an au that im doing

ANYWAYS LOOK AT THEM

#mouseverse #disney toons #melody mouse #millie mouse #melody and millie mouse #millie and melody mouse #ferdie fieldmouse #morty fieldmouse #morty and ferdie fieldmouse #ferdie and morty fieldmouse #minnie's nieces #mickey's nephews

[thetaterdragon]

I wanted to rework my take on Morty and Ferdie. Hope it's more obvious who Mort looks up to.

#morty fieldmouse #ferdie fieldmouse #mickey mouse #mickey's nephews #disney fanart #mickey and friends #disney #fanart #concept art

[violetganache42]

Here are my highlights from the Valentine's Day watch party, all in chronological order and categorized this time around:

"Mr. Duck Steps Out":

Just everyone's reactions to Daisy's voice when she made her debut

"Till Nephews Do Us Part":

The thirst counts for Missy and Mina overloading

The return of Bohemian Quacksody

Scrooge having paintings and a statue of Goldie EVERYWHERE (He is a fucking SIMP)

Corporate Cupcake, Money Muffins, Sweet Stocks …You know what? Just the pet names in general.

"KILL HER, BEAKLEY! GET HER ASS!"

WriteBackAtYa: "Spaceballs Ass Luggage"

Us when Millionara falls in the river:

Jamie: "PULL THE LEVER KRONK" Me: "WRONG LEVERRRRR" Tokuvivor: "Why do we even have that lever?!"

Magica cameo?!

And a Sixpence in Your Shoes

Goldie Shotgun!

"Fungus Amongus":

Godfrey and I sharing the same brain

Melody: "WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE DUCK SOUP STORE?!" Me: "FUCK YOU!"

Everyone going crazy over Morgana

hueberryshortcake: "Save me Scrooge McDuck" Me: "Scrooge McDuck" Godfrey: "Scrooge McDuck save me"

"Prissy is pissy"

DW not denying the girlfriend part

A sax play in the BG whenever Morgana is onscreen, just like Rouge in Sonic X

"NOOOO, NOT LAUNCHPAD!"

"The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!":

RAID THE BUFFET!

Us going FERAL over Goldie

puffywuffy8904: "MY EX WIFE STILL MISSES ME" Me: "BUT HER AIM IS GETTIN' BETTER"

Let the lady lead

Jamie mentioning the "between the legs" joke from Life and Times (No filter, Don Rosa. lol)

THE FUCKING ELEVATOR JOKE

Bisexual waterfalls

Rexx shouting at Missy via an audio message

Foghorn Leghorn

"You loved gold more than you loved me."/"And that's why you loved me."

Jamie's storyboard project

Discord buffering during the FUCKING TANGO SCENE

"The Adorable Couple":

Me: "Piss on the moon, you cloud!" Godfrey: "YESSS PISS ON LUNARIS"

Rainbow connections

"The Duck Who Knew Too Much":

Us @ Fenton, M'ma, and Gandra's OG versions:

GONDRA

Learning OG Fenton was voiced by Hamilton Camp, thus bringing DT17 Fenton being voiced by Lin-Manuel Miranda full circle

Oppenheimer mention (Stop stealing from the ducks, Nolan!)

Goid

Missy: "cant believe they whitewashed daffy guys"

"SCROOGE, YOU DUMBASS"

Brunette Fenton

QUACKERJACK MENTION???

This whole fucking episode being worthy of the DT17 adaptation fic treatment *cough* Jamie *cough*

"Ghoul of My Dreams":

DRAKEPAD KISS

Archie being a hater

"WHERE IS GOSALYN?"

Jealous Launchpad

DEEEAM WORLD

Morgana needing better lipstick because of how fast it disappears in between scenes

WriteBackAtYa having so many jokes in his head about… goofy ass noises

"And now, with the city asleep, I can FINALLY STEAL ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY OFF MY STUDENT LOANS!"

Lottie pointing out how Archie looked like—

Me: "Goldie Shotgun sequel when?"

puffywuffy8904: "HOW IS THIS MF SLEEPIN IN THE DREAM WORLD" Us: "*Louie voice* I just am."

"The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!":

DOOFENSHMIRTZ

puffywuffy8904: "Webby we need to get Fenton rizzed up"/"Please never say that again"

POWERPUFF GIRLS NARRATOR

Fenton's little growl

*seeing Fenton's hand-me-down suit from his dad* Goofy?

Prego

"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY!"

Gandra obliterating the wrong twink

"What kind of monster doesn't like glazed donuts?"

"Do you feel that spark?" ⚡️ZAP⚡️

The Beaks dab

"What? No signal? Boo!"

"TWO BAD THINGS COULD HAPPEN!"

"I've got your kids! Maybe. I'm not sure how this family works."

ANCHOR ARMS

Coach Dad

🎶IT'S A DAAATE🎶

"Two Can't Play":

Mullet Donald

AIRHORNS

"THEY'RE IN FUCKING TRON"

"A DuckTales Valentine":

DT87's love for mentioning Fort Knox for some reason

puffywuffy8904: *mentions the "DuckTales Apology Video" ranking* Me: "*Miles voice* I made a mistake."

Webby on Scrooge's desk like: She likes to be tall.

Me: "GOLDIE SHOTGUN THREEQUEL WHEN?!"

US IN UTTER DISMAY UPON SEEING WEBBY CRYING 😭😭😭

Sunglasses swag

GOLD FEVER REAL

"A swift kick in the ribs!"/"A what?"/"Aagh!"/"Aah! My ribs!"

Webby running up to Scrooge and hugging him! 💖

"Aww, he does love his family!"

"My Valentine Ghoul":

Gosalyn FINALLY appearing in today's watch party!

Negaduck appearance!

puffywuffy8904: "he's just darkwing after some cigarettes"

"TIME TO GO A COURTIN'"

Missy getting double whammied with emotes of Prissy and Scrooge getting sprayed with water

(Screenshot edit by @tealottie)

Missy's thirst levels reaching CRITICAL MASS

Quackrinomicon being voiced by KING CANDY

Archie still being a fucking hater

"Keen gear!"

Godfrey and I still being on the same wavelength

NEGMEISTER

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

Rexx reviving the Missy thirsy count

Missy: "I NEED HIM JESUS" WriteBackAtYa: "No, you just need Jesus"

RED FLAGS! 🚩🚩🚩

"New Gods on the Block!":

Della using party cannons like Pinkie Pie

Scrooge's transition from wallowing to anger and his tail shake

"Why don't you turn into a swan and FUCK OFF?!"

THE FRAMES

"IT CONSUMES ME!"

"What are your intentions with my Donald?"

Megamind (literally) Huey

Pig couple: DESTROYED

Chris Diamantopoulos having the ✨RANGE✨

Greek God Groupchat

Webby being utterly TERRIFYING with god powers

Dewey having the best handling of his god powers through sick dance moves

"My Don-Don"

"You killed my boyfriend!"/"Boyfriend? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!"

The immediate failure parallels

Just how much Della has improved as a mother

AND THEN ALONG CAME ZEUS

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[correctmickeyquotes]

Goofy: What's the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant lady?

Mickey: what?

Goofy: you can unscrew a lightbulb

(Donald can be heard laughing hysterically in the background but Mickey doesn't get it because he's not a dad)

#mickeymouse #donald duck #goofy #source: tik tok #mod quoodles #yes i know Mickey has nephews but it isn't one of his character traits like Donald Goofy lol

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Okay so I'm sitting down watching Looney Tunes Back in Action and I was reminded of something I was like oh this is getting Incorporated with Three Toons and a baby

Bugs says I am thinking of taking a vacation to go see my 542 nieces and nephews

I normally would just brush this off as something I could possibly use but with the factor that Mickey has his brother Oswald with 420 kids oh this this is begging for jokes about them having close to a thousand nieces and nephews when combined with the Overworked Mascot Ship

And the factor that I am very much thinking of making it Rodney oh this is gonna be amazing.

#overworked mascots #baffy #mickey I have 423 nieces and nephews #bugs oh you as well? I have 542 #daffy just grateful he doesn't have siblings #might explain why they have so many kids of their own though #between Eleanor #Oliver Dorothy Lewis Marian and Walter #*louis

[spock-smokes-weed]

Ducktales (2017) was like “would you like a scene where Goofy and Donald get to connect and talk to each other as dads? In a episode all about Donald struggling to cope with how his family is always in danger?” YES DUCKTALES THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!!!

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #donald duck #goofy #goofy goof #everytime I think they couldn’t make it better for me as a donald stan it keeps getting better #also I think about the fact that both goofy and donald have unconventional families #ie donald being the legal guardian and father figure to his nephews while goofy is a single dad #while mickey is just chillin #even pete has kids but mickey is just chillin #mickey and minnie are the child free by choice couple we need in our modern television

[shamelessheartscreek]

This week's @galladrabbles prompt is "tradition." And of course, the very first thing that popped into my head was Fiddler on the Roof. So, here we are. Lol!

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“Tradition! TRADITION!”

Mickey heard the song as he opened the apartment door. He found Ian in the kitchen, singing along. “What the hell is this?”

Ian looked chagrinned. “Frannie showed it to me.”

Mickey pulled out a beer. “Another theater song?”

He nodded.

“Which one?”

“From Fiddler on the Roof.”

“Why the fuck would anyone take a… whatever... fiddle thing… on a roof? They have a death wish?”

Ian chuckled and danced toward the fridge, squeezing Mick’s shoulders as he opened it, whispering, “Tradition!” in his ear.

“I’m… gonna watch TV. You listen to your roofer in here.”

“Okay, love!”

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#galladrabbles #tradition #shameless fanfiction #ian and mickey #i feel like ian might get into musical theater if one of his nieces or nephews enjoys it #and mickey tries to support him #even if he doesn't understand him

[wuekka]

Disney comics really should take advantage on the fact that Mickey mouse has an older sister. Mickey's that sibling who has a new, different job every time you meet them. The reason Mickey overachieves is because his sister was such a badass. Instantly more interesting character than plain bread Mickey usually is.

She deserves more appearances than just being protagonists mom.

#Mickey mouse #random ramble #Disney #the idea that everyone has nephews/nieces because you can't have characters that are fathers/mothers is so silly :'D

[mbat]

dude scoob and shag has changed my brain chemistry fr

#ITS EVERYWHERE WAAAAAAAAAAAAA DJSNFJSJR #its not a bad thing but something using just about every recognizable character possible is like. fuuuck #my nephews are watching mickey mouse clubhouse lately so you can imagine what thats like for me #my post #scoob and shag #scooby doo

[askmickeymouse]

If Mickey and Minnie had a daughter, what name would they give her (they are obliged to answer) and if it were a boy, what name would they give her (the same)... :3

Lesson of the day: Don't ask Mickey and Minnie about having children, when they aren't even married.

#askmickeymouse #chrono #mickeymouse #minnie mouse #marriage #children #mickey's nightmare 1932 #lesson of the day #disney #morty and ferdie fieldmouse #nephews

[ltfanboy]

pov: you don’t have anywhere to go for insert holiday here and michael sees you about to walk off all alone, sorry you don’t have a say his parents said you’re a garcia now

#his niece and nephews bug you the entire way home but they just think you're cool and they Will use flattery to see if you'll take them #flying since uncle mickey said they're not old enough yet

[glmtwnbrtz]

YOU THINK IM TOO COOL??? YOU THINK IM A COOL MUTUAL??? OOH JAIL FOR YOU!! JAIL FOR YOU FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS!!!!! (pfft hi mutual i hope you’re having a splendid day <3)

Ahfhgdhdgrg if it’s any consolation I think literally all my mutuals are too cool ??? Thank you lol

#Im sorry this took so long to answer I was babysitting my nephew right after a theatre rehearsal #hi Mickey ^_^ #rex.ask

[that-random-person-again]

I'm surprised no one has done a groundhog day like thing with ahit. Like one of the characters repeating the same day over and over again.

#maybe it's dumb idk #I just randomly remembered that movie #and that one mickey mouse short where the donald duck's nephews repeat Christmas over and over

[roosterforme]

Covering the Classics Part 1 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob is happy for his friends, but feeling like the fifth wheel every weekend has gotten old. Anna's main goal is to fly under the radar as she starts work at San Diego State University with her shiny, new graduate degree. She is convinced that the only company she needs is her own, but a specific flyer in the faculty lounge catches her interest.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, eventually 18+

Length: 2800 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

Covering the Classics masterlist. Check my masterlist for more! Thank you to @mak-32 for the beautiful banner!

Bob hated it when Natasha was deployed without him. He always ended up feeling like the fifth wheel now that Bradley was married and Jake was dating Jessica. Well, both of those were actually understatements. Bradley was devoted to his wife, and Jake was soppy now that Jessica moved in with him. And Bob's feelings on the matter were never more evident than on nights out at the Hard Deck. 

Without fail, a girl or two or three would hit on one of the other guys, and they would deftly try to pawn said girl off on Bob only for the girl to look rather disappointed and kind of wander away. He just had that effect on women. He was a lot better with the written word than with the spoken, and something just didn't translate well for him when he was met face-to-face with an intriguing smile and an attractive body.

He groaned as he watched another woman head off in the direction of the bar as soon as he nervously stumbled his way through a sentence where he tried to introduce himself. How exactly was he supposed to compete with Jake Seresin anyway? Nobody who originally wanted him was going to settle for Bob. 

"I got you more peanuts." Bob looked up to see Bradshaw's wife smiling at him and holding out a cup. Ever since he visited Chippy's bar, he didn't want to admit to Penny that hers weren't quite as good, but if someone went out of their way to bring him a cup full, he was going to eat them. And it was also nice of her to make sure he was included tonight while Mickey was babysitting his nephews.

"Thank you," he replied softly, and she patted his shoulder.

"I saw you talking to that girl?" she asked, nodding her head toward the bar. "She's really cute."

Bob shook his head as he looked down at his ginger ale. "I mean, yes, she was very pretty, but I wasn't really talking to her. She didn't want to talk to me, actually." He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he looked up at her from his stool. "She wanted to talk to Jake."

She rolled her eyes, and Bob kept his fingers occupied by cracking open a peanut. He craved the familiar intimacy he saw when he looked at his friends and their partners. Maybe jealousy wasn't the right word, but he always felt left out of the loop. They all knew something he didn't, and he craved to be on the inside with someone of his own.

"I'd choose you over Jake any day, Bob. You're smart, and I like talking to you."

He smiled at her as he said, "That may be the case, but you'd choose Bradley over me."

"You got me there," she said with a laugh as she kissed his cheek, making him avert his eyes to the floor. "I'm probably not the best judge of character though."

Bob looked toward where she was smiling now and saw Bradley with his hideous tie dye shirt and idiotic looking backwards baseball cap as Jessica slaughtered him in a game of pool. "Yes, you are," Bob told her quietly. Because as soon as Bradley looked at his wife, his expression became one of complete wonder. 

"Sugar! Come here! Jessica is being mean to me again!"

She squeezed Bob's shoulder and then took him by the hand, bringing him along with her to the pool table. He blushed again as he looked a little nervously at Bradley, but everyone knew Bob was harmless. He was the one just drinking a ginger ale since he had to drive home.

"Baby," Bradley whined. "She won't even let me try to make a shot."

"That's not her being mean to you. That's her being better than you," his wife replied. "And what's the moral of the story again?"

"Women should never be underestimated," Bradley and Jake said in unison.

"That's right," Jessica said as she sunk the 8-ball into one of the corner pockets. "Especially ones who have a PhD and tenure." She handed her pool cue to Bradley and did a little dance. Then she reached into Bob's cup of peanuts and said, "Chippy's are better."

"They are," he agreed with a nod and a grin. He cleared his throat as Bradshaw's wife finally dropped his hand. "So I heard the new semester starts on Monday?"

"Yes," Jessica gushed as she fixed her glasses. "And Brian took a position at the community college, so this should be my best semester yet."

Bob already knew that Jake was relieved that his girlfriend would be going to work in a more comfortable environment every day, but it was nice to see how excited she was. 

"You know what I was thinking?" Jessica asked Bradshaw's wife quietly. Bob wondered if he should step away and give them some privacy, but they both kept helping themselves to the cup of peanuts. "Maybe we could put something up on the notice board in the main building, kind of inviting the other female teachers at the school to have lunch together one day? I felt so embarrassed and excluded from things because of Brian, I just thought it might be nice for anyone else who feels marginalized?"

Bradley's wife nodded. "I think that's a great idea."

Bob listened to them for a few more minutes before he wished them good luck as they started back to school for the fall term, and then he excused himself for the night. He stood outside in the dark parking lot for a few minutes and listened to the sound of the ocean before he climbed into his truck and headed for his silent house. 

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"Dr. Webber."

Anna looked at the name placard on her office door and bounced up and down. "Dr. Webber," she read out loud again. She had the worst office on campus, no doubt about that. It was miniscule and kind of smelled like stale bread since it was so close to the cafeteria, but she loved it. All of the shelves were crammed with her books, and she could lock the rest of the world out when she needed a minute to herself. She just hoped that the tiny office wasn't a sign of bad things to come after San Diego State University willingly hired her less than a month before the start of the term.

In a matter of eight weeks, she had finally- finally- graduated with her PhD in English Literature and secured a job on the other side of the country. She sold everything she could think of, including her rings, and moved from gloomy New Jersey to a studio apartment in sunny southern California. Sure, all she had in her kitchen was a toaster oven and a mini fridge, but she was on her own. She had nobody to answer to. And she never would again.

"I guess everything is smaller here," Anna told herself as she locked her office door and went in search of the classroom where she would be holding the first lecture of her teaching career. She was too early for the class, but she was filled with nervous energy and decided that walking around would help. 

She looked in classrooms and listened to a poetry lecture on the third floor. She found a really secluded ladies' bathroom as well as a reading nook. Eventually, she and her copy of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn managed to wander all the way to the main building where she found a faculty lounge.

It smelled like coffee, and there were snacks out on the counter, and everyone was talking in pairs or small groups. She should probably get to know her colleagues, but she also didn't mind the anonymity that came with observing everyone without engaging. She was good at that, and she'd spend too much time around people who needed to be in the spotlight all the time. As she reached for a donut with pink frosting, she saw a notice board across the room and went to take a look. 

The hum of conversation around her was comforting as she read about a yoga class in the quad, alumni night, and a teacher appreciation banquet. Then her eyes caught on a single piece of paper with a plain black font. It wasn't flashy, and somehow it reminded her of a page from a favorite book.

WELCOME BACK FOR THE FALL SEMESTER, LADIES!

If you're interested in getting to know some other women who work on campus, let's meet for a friendly lunch on the first Tuesday of the term! Noon in the quad next to the weird tree.

Anna laughed. She knew where the quad was, but she wasn't sure which tree was the weird one. They actually all seemed a bit out of place to her since she wasn't used to living near palm trees. She started to skim a notice about how to recycle old textbooks, but she didn't get far before she was re-reading the one about meeting up for lunch. 

If it was truly meant just for women, then it sounded kind of nice. She could eat her sandwich outside. She liked weird trees. The idea of having zero men around made it even more appealing. The last thing she wanted was to develop an interest in anyone right now. Or maybe ever again. 

She took out her phone and snapped a picture of the page before checking the time and leaving with her donut. Twenty minutes later, with her class assembled before her in a small lecture hall, she cleared her throat and said, "Welcome to English 205. I'm Dr. Webber, and this semester we will be covering the classics."

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"You can do this. You'll be fine," Anna said as she walked slowly across the quad toward a palm tree that looked like it somehow started growing sideways about six feet up from the ground. "It's just some people."

But she wasn't good with people. Kevin had been quick to tell her that all the time. He liked to point out that she was awkward unless she was talking about literature or poetry or something from the New York Times bestseller list. Apparently she didn't know how to talk about normal things. Her hands started to sweat as she held onto her brown paper bag and can of ginger ale. 

"Oh god," she groaned as she got a little closer. Truly, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just two women smiling as they talked to each other with their lunches. But they were both beautiful. Like the kind of stunning girls that Anna was always afraid to talk to when she was a teenager. One was wearing a suit and high heels, and the other was wearing cute brown loafers and some tweed, and she felt like her own outfit looked awful now by comparison. 

It wasn't too late to just walk past them and loop back toward her office and never try to socialize again. "Yes, let's do that." She nodded and picked up the pace a little bit. She could turn left at the weird tree and then maybe even make a run for it. "What are you doing?" she whispered, slowing down again. It was one thing to swear off men, but it wasn't going to be an enjoyable existence if she never tried to make a single friend here.

With a deep breath, she forced herself forward, and then soon two sets of eyes were on her. All she saw was matching smiles as she approached and said, "Hi. I'm Anna Webber. Is this the weird tree?"

"It's the weirdest tree I've ever seen," said the first woman as the other one jumped to her feet. 

"Hi! Are you here for lunch?" she asked as she adjusted her glasses. "I told you someone would come," she whispered to the first woman before sticking her hand out. "I'm Jessica Reed! I work in the physics department, and this is my friend, and we are so, so happy you're joining us."

Anna smiled at how bubbly she was as she briefly shook her hand. "I just got here," she said with a wince. "I mean... it's my second day working here? I just got hired. In the English department. I'm teaching literature." God, could she sound like any more of an idiot right now?

But Jessica gasped in response. "Advanced Literature!" Then both women squealed, and soon the other one was introducing herself and talking about the math department and pointing out a building Anna had never been inside yet.

"It's silly, we know, but we kind of have code names for each other. I'm Advanced Calculus, and Jessica is Advanced Physics. You can be Advanced Literature. If you want." Now she looked a little uncertain while Jessica bounced in her high heels. "Wow, we sound like absolute nerds."

"We are nerds," Jessica confirmed with no shame as she looked at Anna. "I collect scientific journals. She uses math as foreplay with her husband. Do you want to eat lunch with us, Anna?"

Her response came with an ease that she hadn't felt in a long time. "Yes. Please." Then both women were shifting their lunches down and making room in the middle of the bench. Anna took a seat and watched Advanced Calculus pick a carrot stick out of the most beautifully organized lunch container she'd ever seen. She also had a tie dyed lunch box that was charming in a hideous way.

"How's your first week going?" Jessica asked as she bit into a delicious looking sandwich on fancy, multigrain bread. Anna knew she didn't fit in here at all as she pulled a plain turkey sandwich and some peanuts from her bag, but it was all she could afford right now. 

"Well," she said with a sigh. "It's better than New Jersey."

Both women squealed again. "You're from the east coast!"

"Yeah," she replied as she opened her ginger ale. "I grew up in New Jersey. I went to college and grad school in New Jersey. I attempted to move to New York, and then somehow I ended up here." She left out the heartbreaking parts about Kevin, because he didn't really belong in a conversation where she was surprisingly kind of enjoying herself. 

She learned the two women were from Massachusetts and Virginia, and that they both had PhDs from prestigious universities. They were both in committed relationships with naval aviators who also happened to work together. And both of the men loved packing their ladies lunches. 

"Lucky," Anna muttered as she popped a peanut into her mouth and thought about the kitchen in her studio apartment. It was so small, it almost didn't exist. She was almost thirty and essentially still lived in a dormitory. How sad.

"Hey," Jessica said suddenly. "If you like peanuts, you'd probably love Chippy's!"

"What's Chippy's?" Anna asked curiously.

"Eww, no. Don't listen to Jess. Chippy's is a disgusting dive bar on the other side of campus."

"It's not disgusting! He just doesn't clean the floor."

Anna laughed. "I actually do love peanuts, but I'm not a big drinker." Then both women silently studied her, and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. She'd said something wrong already. Of course things couldn't be this easy.

"Huh. You like ginger ale," said Advanced Calculus as she sat paused with a carrot stick halfway to her mouth.

Anna nodded as she said, "My... well, a guy I know used to make fun of me for being a ginger and loving ginger ale." She gestured to her auburn hair which was clipped up at the back of her head. 

"Are you married? Or in a relationship?" she asked, and she finally bit into the carrot. 

Anna didn't even have a chance to reply as Advanced Physics gasped on her other side. "You like peanuts. And ginger ale. How do you feel about men with glasses?"

"How do you feel about men with greenish blue eyes?" 

"How do you feel about sweet men who blush?"

"Would you ever date a guy in the Navy?"

"Are you fond of beat up pickup trucks and country boys?"

"Do you want to come to the Hard Deck this weekend?"

Anna was starting to get whiplash as she looked back and forth between the two of them. "Wait, I'm sorry. What? I thought we were talking about a place called Chippy's?"

"We were. But now we're talking about a man called Bob."

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Omg omg omg. Okay, here we are with a story for our lovable Bob. Thanks for reading about the Sugarverse. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 2

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[murdrdocs]

having a baby w mike and it being the baby’s first halloween :’) you mike and abby take lil dude to baby’s r us and spend HOURS trying to find smth perfect, mike and abby bicker over costumes bc “he’s my kid??” vs “i’m a kid and i know what kids like, and he’s MY nephew”, taking him trick or treating w abby and her staring down anyone w a mask or smth scary like “>:( don’t scare him he’s little”, mike being a Dad and wanting to take pics/vids of everything

oh my god clementine this is so sweet i actually had to silently squeal for a second !!

it’s like there’s a general buzz in the house for all of october. each of you thoroughly excited for the first real holiday in baby schmidt’s life, apart from the fourth where he’d worn an american flag swimsuit at your parents cookout. he seems to be excited too, constantly flashing his newly grown teeth even when no one’s looking. 

the outside of the house is brandished in cheesy decorations, little cobwebs and faux tombstones, abby’s hard work as she likes to remind you and mike every so often. it seems like she has just as big of a role in baby schmidt’s life as his parents, which eventually leads to the infamous babies r us argument. 

standing in the infant section again, it’s at least the fourth time the four of you have found yourselves here, the three times before ending in frustrated walks to the toy section (where mike put entirely too many toys in the buggy), a lunch break, and a feeding break for little schmidt. 

now, you’re determined to find a costume this time. the section isn’t that big so it really shouldn’t be as difficult as it is. but the two equally stubborn schmidt’s are the ones making it difficult, dual hardened eyes staring at each other. 

“he should go as mickey mouse, it’s cuter.” 

“and i’m telling you again, abby, that he’s going as a little astronaut.” 

they each hold their respective costumes in tight fists, and it’s really a funny sight to see; mike bent down to eye level with his little sister, face just a tiny bit red from the argument that really shouldn’t be as heated as it is. 

“every other kid is going to be an astronaut.” 

“and how do you know that?” 

“because dina’s little cousins are all astronauts. i’m a kid. i know what kids like, mike.” she spits his name with such a matter-of-fact attitude, that you start to see her point. 

but little schmidt is starting to get fussy in your harness and your back is really starting to hurt so you cut the argument short just when mike states, “yeah but hes my kid” and abby is starting to counter that he’s her nephew. 

you punctually grab the first costume that you see, the lion from wizards of oz, and throw it in the basket. 

“neither of you carried him and went through 17 hours of labor so i get to choose.” and they can’t argue with that logic. 

but to make the two grumpy ones feel better about losing, you all stop for ice cream on the way home. 

and weeks later, when halloween finally rolls around (because of course abby and mike were so excited for little schmidt’s first halloween that you’d gone costume shopping extremely early), they’re both on guard. 

abby’s trick or treating with a friend, you and mike left as guardians for the night, and as soon as dina rings the doorbell abby is giving her a lecture. 

“and he’s really little still so you can’t scare him, okay?” 

you and mike stand a few feet away in the hallway, coordinating outfits with baby schmidt who’s still down for the remainder of his nap. 

when it comes to trick or treating itself, mike has his camera out the entire time. he refuses to let you all leave the house without pictures. every few houses he has to take a picture of you and abby and dina walking back from the porch, or baby schmidt with his fist in his mouth. by the end of the night, he’s gone through two rolls of film, and there’s new family photos framed around the house by the time thanksgiving rolls around.

#mschmidtsworld! #dad!mike #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fluff #fnaf movie

[toxicanonymity]

Jailbird.

1.5k / Cellmate’s nephew!Joel x inmate f!reader

thank you @iamasaddie for the mood board!!!

PART 2 HERE: Collect calls

Summary: Your cellmate introduces you to her hot nephew and he comes to visitation hours. A/N: Part 1 of 3. This one is due to @beskarandblasters and @wannab-urs and their hilarious list of new joel tropes and @raccoonhandedhottie's nerve to put the idea of doing one in my head. My masterlist WARNINGS: References to sex work, ACAB. Horny phone/visitation talk, mild/non-explicit over-pants masturbation. Mickey Avalon Easter egg.

Without Mabel, you're not sure how you would've survived your first six months in lock-up. You were cuffed for solicitation when a dirty cop wouldn't pay what he owed.  He says he took it easy on you -- you also clawed him and spit in his face.  As soon as you told your new cellmate what really happened, she took a liking to you. She said you should've bitten him in the pecker.   Mabel had been there, done that. She even knew of the cop who put you away.  It wasn't Mabel's first time behind bars. She had the ink and reputation to prove it. Her knuckles said "TAKE NONE" and that was accurate.  By now, nobody gave her any shit. Soon enough, no one gave you any either. 

Mabel had a few photographs on her wall, mostly of her and a younger man. Not a particularly young man, but certainly younger than Mabel. He was probably in his early forties in the pictures, which were five years prior, before she violated her parole. She was giving you a poke and stick tat of a four leaf clover on your hand one day when you asked about the pictures. 

"I was wonderin' when ya were gonna ask about my lil Jojo. I've seen ya lookin' at him, ya little horndog..." 

She let you stammer around in response. "No, I, I'm just, making conversation, wanna get to know you better." 

"It's okay, baby. He's my nephew. All I got left. He's a neat kid."

"He looks happy to be with you–ouch!"

"Don't be a pussy. Oh, he's a real sweet boy. Bet he'd like you, too."

"What makes you say that?"

She looked up from your hand "cause ya got a cunt and you're not bad lookin'," she laughed. "Hey,” she raised her eyebrows. “You ever wanna borrow one of those pics, you let me know, I'll give ya some privacy."

"No thanks."

"Oh, come on. You can fold it so ya don't have to see my pretty face." 

You laughed. 

"Bet he'd dick ya down real good, too."

"What?" You asked, quietly disturbed. 

"He lives with me. Walls are thin." 

"Ah. That must be awkward."

"Not really! We're all human. I could even tell ya the kinda shit he says if ya want. He can get real filthy.  Or shit, I could just give ya his number."

"That's ok."

"Baby, he'd love to hear from ya. Trust me. I've told him all about ya." She put down the needle and picked up a tissue to dab your skin. 

"You have??"

"Oh yeah. Here, I'm gonna write it down." 

She took one of the photos off the wall and wrote his number on the back. Then she folded it in half and winked at you as she handed it to you. 

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It only took a week of her nagging for you to call “Jojo.” 

Your breath hitched when you heard his smooth, deep voice. The first thing he said was, “Ah, call me Joel,” and you could hear the smile on his face. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” you laughed. “Well your aunt’s told me a lot about you, Joel.” 

“Yeah, I can only imagine what,” he faux grumbled. “Real character, ain’t she?”

“I love Mabel,” you blurted out. 

You found yourself opening up about how in some ways, she was more of a mother figure than you ever had.  Joel was easy to talk to. It just came pouring out. You told him about Mabel’s antics and the mischief the two of you got up to. Things you’d steal from the cafeteria. The way Mabel kept the ladies in line who tried to dom you. Next thing you knew, your time was up.  You apologized profusely for talking Joel’s ear off about yourself. 

“Nahhhh, it was nice,” Joel said. “Hell of a lot more interesting than my life.”

“Well it was good talking to you,” you told him. 

He said, “Hey, call me back any time.”

There was nothing sexy at all about that first conversation, but his voice did something to you.  You squeezed your thighs together when you got back to your cell and looked at the photo. Mabel kept giving you a knowing look. 

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You started calling Joel regularly.  Mabel told you he liked you a lot, but you weren’t sure if you should believe her. She seemed overly eager to set him up. The conversations were brief and casual. When you didn’t call him one week, the next time you spoke, he told you he missed the sound of your voice. 

Something came over you and you broke the tension. “My voice?” you asked. “Joel, your voice. . . you dunno what it does to me,” you blurted out. Zero to sixty, just like that. 

“Well damn,” Joel said. “Shoulda said somethin’. Coulda given ya better than stories about Mabel.” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like whatever ya want, jailbird.” Your heart fluttered “Whatever gets ya hot and bothered.” 

“Honey, you could read me the phone book,” you told him. 

He chuckled. “Haven’t seen one of those in a few years.”  His voice was sexy to begin with but the sharp edge of the phone connection made it even hotter. 

After a moment of tense silence, he said, “Hey, uh, you notice any of your pictures missin’?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, Mabel mailed me one. Didn’t tell me you were a fuckin’ smokeshow.”

You laughed bashfully. 

“Well she did. But I had to see it for myself, and shit”

“Well, thanks. You’re not bad looking yourself.” 

Your time was almost up. 

“Hey I’m comin’ to see Mabel later this week. Y’all got the same visitor’s night or what? Cause I’d love to see you, too, if it’s allowed.” 

“Nah, mine’s the next night.” 

“S’alright, i’ll come back for ya, sugar.” Your heart skipped a beat. 

“I’ve gotta go.”

“I know. Be good, jailbird.” 

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It was visitation day and you were getting nervous. Mabel thought it was adorable. She helped you get ready. Did your hair nice. “He’s already smitten with ya, baby,” she said. 

You were escorted into the visitation room and sat at one of the booths, separated by glass, with a phone on each side. 

When Joel came in, you didn’t recognize him at first.  In just those five years, his beard had turned half-silver.  He was striking in person.  He was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. Tight jeans. You couldn’t help but size up the bulge in them. 

When you looked up at his face, he was raising his eyebrows at you like he caught you looking.  He sat down and put his elbows on the table. You picked up the phone, a little nervous, but more excited than anything.  He checked you out and smiled at you coyly before picking up the phone. 

“Like what ya see?” he said softly into the phone. 

You replied with a low whistle, then asked, “You always dress like a piece of meat?” He had a few hand tattoos of his own. Faded, blurred together. A spade between his thumb and forefinger. A spiderweb curving around one of his biceps. He’d probably done his own time. 

“When the hell are ya gettin’ outta here?”

“Up for parole next month,” you said. 

“No shit!” He looked genuinely excited. 

“Mabel didn’t tell you?”

“Thought she was yankin’ my chain.” He stretched his free hand behind his head and you watched his bicep.  “You been good? Think you’ll get out?” 

“Haven’t been bad.” 

“Good.” He lowered his voice. “‘Cause sugar, I’m gonna need to see what’s under that garb.”

You smiled with faux shyness, and he continued, “God damn,” looking at you like a juicy leg of lamb. 

You stared at each other, checking each other out for a moment. You watched his pupils dilate as your chest rose and fell with desire. 

You made small talk for a minute or two, all the while fucking each other with your eyes. But, things took a turn again.

“What do you miss the most?” he asked in a low, sultry voice. “Bet ya don’t miss the clients.” 

You shook your head. 

He lowered his voice further. “When’s the last time ya had a nice hard cock ya really wanted?”

Your eyes widened. “Shit, I dunno.” 

“Ohhh you’re in for it.” You looked around, paranoid, in disbelief that you could get away with a conversation like this. “Ain’t nothin’ harder than mine, baby.” He reached his hand into his lap. “Fuck. ‘specially for you.” You could see his arm moving very slowly but there was no mistaking what he was doing.  His eyes devoured you.

“Joel,” you sighed. “Fuck, I believe it.” 

And just like that, a guard approached him from behind. “Time’s up,” the guard said and glared at you.  You rolled your eyes as a guard approached you, too.

Joel said “Later, jailbird” and hung up the phone.  When he stood up, his massive erection was visible and made your heart skip a beat.  You glanced up to his face and he was wetting his lips. He winked at you with pink cheeks and your eyes immediately fell back to his crotch as he adjusted himself and the guard hurried him away. 

FUCK. You were gushing. Mabel’s Jojo. Joel. What a man.

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Part 2

Ty for reading. strip club manager!Joel will be an alternate timeline of this Joel set in the past while Mabel was on parole. DIFFERENT READER. preview

this trope actually gave me so many more elaborate ideas lmao.

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