#I don’t even need half a mil

[putitintospeeddrive]

If max is going to keep spending his stupid amounts of money on new super yachts and huge ass private planes do you think he could maybe spare me a measly. Idk. 250k?

[yamumsyadadd]

the forgotten girl (14)

The start of adult themes at the end xx

Within the safety of my bed, I decided now would be the best time to write Keira and Lucy’s letter. I didn’t want it to be too graphic, but I wanted them to know the full truth. It took a lot of paper, a lot of tears and a glass of wine, but after an hour they were both finished. 

I sat them in the kitchen table, ready to give it to them tomorrow night. 

Dear Keira, 

You know how hard it is from me to talk about things, and there are things I have been keeping from you. This is the easiest way for me to tell you. Please don’t be mad….

Lucy’s letter was the same. A lot of truth, and potentially filling in the gaps of time. It wasn’t going to be easy to sit there and watch them read it, or answer the questions they had, or even deal with the aftermath. 

The following day went slowly, training went slowly, then recover. Everything was just painfully slow. The thought of the letters, burning a hole in my kitchen table. 

“Mils, are we still good for tonight?” Lucy caught up to me in the carpark. 

“Yeah yeah. Come at six yeah? I’ll order us some dinner.” 

The minute I got home the nerves set in. It was only 3pm so I had time to bed rot. Which is exactly what I did. For two hours and 59 minutes. A knock on my door bought be out of the warmth of my bed. 

“Jesus Christ. I’m coming- oh shit. Is it already 6?” Lucy and Keira were standing in front of my apartment. 

“It is. Are you ok?” Keira’s voice held concern, as did her face. 

“Yeah no everything’s fine. I just lost track of time. Come in. I’ll order dinner.” I ushered them inside. 

The silence was awkward, the letters were still on the dining table. 

“Are you ok?” 

“I- um. I have to give you guys something.” I got up and picked up the letters. “Everything that’s happened is in those letters. Things I have only said out loud a couple of times. You can go into the other rooms if you want. I’m just going to sit here.” I pointed to the dining table, gave them their letters and then walked away. 

Keira opened hers first, after reading the first paragraph, she got up and walked to the other room.

Half way through the food was delivered. I took note of Lucy, sitting on the couch. Staring into space. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I just sat back down. 

Alexia Putellas 

Hey, how’d it go?

Amelia Higgins

Unsure 🫤 

Lucy is on the couch. Not talking

Keira is in the spare room. 

Almost directly after I hit send, I heard Keira come out of the bedroom. I watched her walk towards the front door, put her shoes and jacket on and leave. 

“Keira! Wait!” I yelled out, getting up quickly. Lucy grabbed my arm, pulling me into a tight hug. 

“Let her go. It’s a lot. She just needs some time. Can we talk about the letter? If you don’t want to we can do it a different time?” 

I agreed to answer whatever questions she had. We sat and talked about it for a few hours. Lucy cried, I cried, then she was mad. Not at me but at them, at the situation that forced things to change so desperately. I kept checking my phone to see if Keira had messaged or called. She hadn’t. I was worried, Lucy could sense it. 

“I’ll go check on her ok. I’ll text you once I have. Thank you for telling me, and for letting me ask questions. I’m proud of you, now and forever.” 

“Love you luce.” We hugged again, she kissed my forehead and then off she went. 

3 days. It had been three days since Keira and Lucy came to my apartment. 3 days since Keira left. 3 days since Lucy texted me and told me Keira was fine, she just needed some time to comprehend everything. I was starting to lose it. 

“I don’t understand Ale. I wrote the letter, I gave it to her, and she just left? She won’t talk to me or even look at me. What more can I do?” 

“Give her time amor. She will come to you when she’s ready.” 

“Time? Time! How much more fucking time do I need to give her! This is ridiculous.” My voice was very loud, carrying through the hallway and reaching a hiding Keira. 

“Bebé, come here.” Alexia pulled me into her chest, kissing my temple and holding me tight. “How about we go to the beach tonight? Take some dinner and have a picnic?” She moved her hands to cup my face. I nodded as best I could. 

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 7.” She went to walk away but I pulled her back, pouting at her. She gave me a quick kiss and then dragged me along. 

Despite my best efforts, Keira continued to ignore me. Everyone started to notice, Lucy kept sending me sympathetic looks through training. It was pure hell. 

“Kei wait!” She continued to ignore me. “How much longer are you going to ignore me! I didn’t do anything wrong!” 

“You kept this all from me! For four years Amelia! Four fucking years. Then you tell Alexia first. Not me or Leah or even Lucy. You told Alexia! How is that fair?” The lock room went quiet. 

“Keira, come on. That’s not fair.” Lucy was trying hard to defuse the situation. 

“I am so sorry Keira that I didn’t tell you first. I’m sorry for not wanting to tell you the traumatic and disgusting details of what happened. But I did it to protect you. To protect this friendship.” 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” She was crying but also getting angrier. 

“No.” 

“Why not?” 

I looked around, the locker room was slowly thinning out but the captains, Mapi and Ingrid and Lucy remained. 

“Why would I? It doesn’t change anything Keira.” 

“I could’ve helped! You left and I could’ve helped you!” 

“Keira listen to me. You couldn’t help me. Not you, Leah, Lucy or anyone. I needed to figure shit out. How to live with what happened that night. I am sorry that I hurt you, truly I am, but telling you then would’ve only made you worry more or hurt you more.” 

She moved towards me, wrapping her arms around me and mumbling sorrys over and over again. It took a while for both of us to calm down. The locker room was empty by the time we left. Lucy and alexia were standing by their cars, wanting to ensure we were okay. 

Keira and Lucy left after a quick chat. Alexia and I milled around for a bit discussing our plans for tonight. We went our separate ways. 

Once I was home, I threw my dirty laundry in the washing machine, filled up the dishwasher and jumped in the shower. I washed my hair, shaved every single part of me that I could think of and then moisturised. 

Tonight was the night. I was sure of it. I sifted through my new lingerie, deciding on an orange set that looked amazing against my tanned skin. The thought of Alexia undressing me was exciting. 

Once I was completely satisfied with my outfit, I sat on the couch and waited. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long because alexia buzzed on the intercoms. I got up and rushed to let her in, wanting to skip the whole dinner thing and go straight to dessert. 

“Dios mío, you look amazing.” She looked me up and down, taking a particularly long look at my legs that were barely hidden from my skirt. 

“Mm, so do you, let me get my keys?” I watched as she licked her lips and thrusted flowers into my hands. 

“For you!” She followed me inside as I got a vase for the flowers, I could fell her gaze on me as I moved around. 

“Okay, we need to leave now or we won’t leave at all.” There was a sense of urgency in her voice. As I looked up I noticed her eyes were completely black, she wanted this as much as I did. 

“Or we could just raincheck the beach? Stay in for the night?” I winked at her, before walking towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes Alexia. Please. I will beg you.” Something switch in her. 

“Then beg.” Cockiness, eagerness, excitement. 

“Please fuck me. Right here, right now.” 

Her lips collided with mine. Hard. It was messy, a mix of teeth and tongue, fighting for dominance. I moaned as my back hit the bench, her hands coming to rest on my ass. 

Her lips made their way down my neck, sucking marks that I’d have to deal with later. 

“Up” she said as she grabbed my thighs. She helped me get onto the counter. She took a step back, staring at me. I felt small under her intense gaze. 

“We can stop if you want?” I didn’t want to stop, but I wanted her to be aware that we could if she wanted to. 

“I don’t want to. I just want to see how hot you are before I destroy you.” 

————————————————————————

I moaned as her hands slowly made their way up my thighs. Her mouth attacking my neck and collarbone, slowly making their way down to the collar of my shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” She stopped, looking at me. 

“Please.” It came out more as a moan than anything. 

“Holy fuck. You’re so perfect.” 

[whowantslovergirl]

Spoiling you

JJ Maybank x kardashian rich! reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: jj being made fun of (jokingly),cursing, established relationship, kissing, Y/N being a triggering type of rich LIKE WHAT YOU MEAN 500,000 DOLLARS IS CHEAP, just cute fluff

outer banks masterlist

Summary: Y/N loves spoiling JJ

posted: January 9,2024

When Y/n the richest girl on the island and JJ the poorest guy on the island got together everybody thought they were doing some big dumb joke. But it was definitely real.

JJ’s friends always make fun of him for it of course jokes only. Y/n’s friends always say she can find better but she is never budging.

Only downside for JJ is that Y/n’s love language is giving gifts and she loves spoiling him. He always says how it’s not needed but she doesn’t care. One time he came to hang out with the newest phone, even Kie didn’t have it yet.

“Woahhh new phone Jay?” John b says seeing the phone. “Fuck off alright yes I have a new phone.”

“Y/n got it for you?” Pope asked. “Of course she got it for me. I told her I didn’t need this but she got it anyway.”

“I think it’s sweet that she gives you stuff for no reason.” Kie said playing with the phone.

Of course JJ loved the phone but he just likes earning things instead of it being handed to him.

______

“Ok close your eyes!” Y/n said while looking for his gift. “Y/n I swear if it’s something big-.”

“Shut up! Ok hold out your hands.” He did and he felt a box in his hand. “Ok open!” And he did.

It was a watch and not any watch,

a fucking Rolex. The newest model at that.

“Y/n what the fuck! This is like a 500,000 dollar watch!”

“Do you like it? I even got it customized for you. It has P4L in the band. And don’t worry about the price, pretty cheap for Rolex.

Only Y/n would think half a million is cheap.

“Yea I love it but I can’t accept this. I just know this was lot of money.”

“Yes you can and you will! Ok? I love you.”

“I love you too Y/n” and they shared a kiss.

“And you better wear this all the time it was such a pain to get this.”

_____

“A Rolex?!” Kie exclaimed.

“JJ do you know how much these are?” Pope asked and JJ nodded.

“She spent half a mil on me.”

“What the fuck?!” They all exclaimed.

______

JJ and Y/n were walking around with their hands intertwined.

“Wanna play 21 questions Jay?” He just nodded.

“What’s your dream car?”

His eyes widened. “Y/n you’re not getting me a car are you? I don’t even have a license!”

“No of course not! Just asking?” He didn’t believe you but after a lot of convincing, he gave in.

“Fine a nice starter car would probably be a dodge challenger.”

He’s so gullible.

“Alright cool I will be right back ok?”

He nodded and knew something was up.

_____

All the pogues were chilling around the front by the lake and they hear music blasting. They all turn and see a black car with a red bow on it.

Y/n stepped out of the car.

“Surprise Jay!”

They all just stood there.

“A fucking car!” Pope yelled.

“Oh my god I might get it with Y/n.” John B said.

“Y/n what is this!” JJ said walking up to her.

“It’s your car and I’m paying for your license and anything you need so you can actually drive it. Do you not like it?”

“I love it! It’s just a car?!”

“Look at the interior!”

He did and he can’t lie the inside is pretty sick. The drivers seat has his initials in it and the passenger seat has yours in it.

He fucking loves it.

He ran up to you and gave you a big hug and you giggled. “I’m taking it that you love it?” He just nodded enthusiastically. You hand him the keys and he instantly gets in with you and take it for a test drive.

You love spoiling JJ.

THREE MONTH BREAK IS CRAZY but im backkkkkkkk 👅👅👅👅

[static-radio-ao3]

58 + 68 + 80 for the Drabble list pretty please mil :)

hi loopsie <3 doing just 58 if that's alright and also my apologies in advance (609 words)

The bathwater is tepid by now, but James doesn’t move to get out. All the suds are gone, too, but he really doesn’t mind. It’s not so much about the bath as the company.

Regulus sits on the floor, knees tucked up to his chest and his arms draped over them. He almost looks like art, and James has half a mind to grab a paintbrush. Regulus quirks an eyebrow when James’ gaze lingers too long.

“Do I have something on my face?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. A dark curl falls across his forehead and James is once again struck by the unfairness of Regulus’ beauty. He tells him as much and relishes in the pink that blooms on Regulus’ cheeks.

“Stop,” Regulus whines, the complaint almost melodic as it echoes off the tiled walls.

“Why would I? It’s only the truth.”

“You’re impossible.”

They’ve had this conversation before, the words come easy to him. James will do or say something ridiculous, Regulus will tell him he’s impossible, and then James says, “Impossibly in love with you.”

Pink spreads from Regulus’ cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“James,” Regulus sighs, half amused half exasperated. Then, “Tell me another truth.”

“Another truth? You’re greedy today. I told you you’re beautiful and I told you I love you and you want another truth?”

“I want everything.”

“Back when I was a kid, before I learned how to fly, I would sit on my father’s shoulders and make him run around the backyard. I thought it was the best feeling ever — that swoop in your gut and the wind in your hair. Then I learned how to fly and it was even better, you’re so high up, the world seems small. And then I saw you. Oh, you hated me. Do you remember that?”

Regulus nods, a bashful thing.

“You hated me for so long—”

“Justifiably so, I would say,” Regulus interrupts.

James laughs, tipping his head back against the edge of the tub. “Fair enough. I was a little insufferable, wasn’t I?”

“A little?” Regulus asks, voice low and teasing.

The bathwater is cold by now, but James doesn’t move to get out. Instead, he extends a hand to Regulus. “Come into the bath with me.”

“You know I don’t like water.” It’s true. Regulus doesn’t like the water. Still, James aches with the need to have him closer.

“Regulus. Come into the bath with me.” Desperation soaks his voice, dripping from the words like condensation.

Regulus shakes his head. “I can’t, James.”

“Regulus, please.” His fingers tremble where they reach for Regulus, but Regulus is too far too touch. James wishes he had his wand near, wishes he could Accio Regulus closer. Wishes he could—

James blinks. Drops his arm back into the bath. The water splashes over the edge of the tub. Some of it lands on the hem of Regulus’ trousers, but they’re already wet. Regulus is soaked, a drop of water streaming down his face.

No. Wait. Not a drop of water.

A tear.

“Why are you crying?” James asks, panic gripping his heart like a vice. He lurches forward, more water spilling over the edge. James doesn't care. He would flood the earth to get to Regulus if he had to.

“Am I dead?” Regulus asks. Silence claws its way up James’ throat, along with a bitter bile. “You said you’d tell me the truth,” Regulus continues. “Am I dead?”

James doesn’t reply. He pinches his nose and squeezes his eyes shut, sliding down the tub and letting the water surround him.

By the time he reemerges, Regulus is gone.

[priceoftheduchess]

based on the events of my day today

Today was a rare day: fresh nails, ass-shaking worthy music and some damn good coffee. And of course, you paid for none of it. This wasn’t the rare part. The rare part was John Price driving you around everywhere. Your boyfriend-turned-fiancé safe and sound in the drivers seat of his beefy truck.

“Hungry?” John asked gruffly from the other seat, his free hand naturally finding purchase on your knee. You were both in America, taking a break from the grimy London aura to come and visit your family.

“Yes! Have you ever had Steak ‘N’ Shake?” You ask him, seeing the restaurant in the distance. It was you and your half-brother’s comfort food growing up. No use in driving past it.

“Sounds as caloric as any other American food chain.” He mused. “More deathly portions, innit?” He shook his head, nonetheless turning into the parking lot.

“It’s delicious. Let me call my mom and see if my step-dad and her want anything.” He nodded, waiting in the drive-thru.

You had your phone on speaker, per usual, when your mom answered the phone.

“What, baby?” An immediate frown grew on your face at her tone. She sounded angry, confused, scared? Her chest sounded like it was heaving and there were people talking in the distance.

“Are you okay?” You asked, sitting a bit straighter in the passenger seat.

“I just had an accident. Did you need something?” She says, all too fucking casually. “I’m okay. Don’t start freaking out.” All too fucking late for ‘no freaking out.’

“Send me your location. We’re on the way.”

Your mother groans and cries again, but she obliges anyways after she hangs up the phone. John has started driving before you can even process what’s happening. Your step-dad is there. Good. Your brother isn’t even at home right now.

You and John arrive in no time at all, and this is the first time he drops his number one priority, you, for someone else — your mother. Your stepdad is off in the distance talking with the police, and John is holding your mother. He’s checking joints, bones, checking for bruises, cuts, scrapes. She can’t believe he’s fussing over her, but he is.

The cop comes over, all too hyped up for the circumstance.

“Ma’am. Your license, now.” John holds up a hand at the man’s venomous tone.

“No way to speak to a frightened lady, that. Especially after she’s been t-boned by some knobhead. Try again.” John says firmly, his voice too calm and too deceptive. The cop scoffs before obeying.

“Can I please see your license?” Your mom nods and shakily passes it over. John still has her tucked to his side.

“You two don’t have to be here,” your mom starts, before she’s interrupted by John.

“Nonsense. What kind of future-son-in-law would I be if I just sat in some greasy fast food drive while you were on the side of the road? Now, c’mon. We’re going to the hospital while your husband deals with the cops.” John has made up his mind. And he is by his future MIL’s side until she’s nestled in bed after a checkup that deemed her physically alright. She was lucky, for sure.

“Goodnight, Mom. Me and John are staying here tonight so call us before you just get up and wander around in the night.” You instruct her and she nods. As you turn to leave, she grabs your wrist.

“You better marry that man tomorrow.”

[dearest-painter]

How much time has passed.. PT.1

Summary: Y/N is tired…they’ve forgotten how long it’s been since they weren’t tired or with their friends…they’ve forgotten how long they’ve been stuck in this spider society that they want nothing to do with. When Y/N says fuck it and helps their old friend out it causes problems with people who wanted them as their child

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Peni Parker,Reader is burnt out and sleep deprived,Reader talks to themselves in a silent tone,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader fixed their robot,Reader is unwillingly in the spider society and has destroyed her watch with an amount of 8 times,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2

Yawing as you stretched from your hammock or web hammock, you fixed your tie and cardigan you got down from the hammock. Grabbing your robots suitcase you decided to go to the spider society’s cafeteria as you were hungry. How long have you been asleep? 15 minutes? An hour? A day? Who knows at this point. “Hey little one!” You waved at the spider-people passing you with a half tired and half asleep smile, you didn’t like being here but Miguel forces you to be in the spider society.

You got some food and sat down eating it and drinking coffee. Recently sleep has been more difficult in both waking up and falling asleep, ever since you and your friends parted ways so much things happened. Peter B got a baby, Gwen is best friends with Hobie which is understandable, and Spider-Noir isn’t really seen at spider society. Oh miles your absolute best friend isn’t even allowed to be in spider society for something he never asked at all!

Miguel tried calling your phone but all you did was stare at it, Miguel has been getting more annoying lately and you didn’t wanna deal with it damnit! Getting up you went to your little hideout but once you sat down Mile immediately hide behind the desk in your hideout. You two stared at each other for some time before you started laughing then lunged and hugged him, he hugged you back quickly and tightly. You both started laughing as you rolled around on the ground.

“Mil! Oh my goodness it’s been so long! How’ve you been!?” “I’ve been well! Oh you look so tired are you getting enough sleep N/N?” “Sorta, more problems in my universe and I guess I have insomnia or something but are you hurt at all!?” “No no I just ran away from some crazy people” “oh my god!” He nodded his head he chuckled. You two decided to play some video games as neither of you wanted to take the risk of leaving as everyone was looking for Miguel.

Soon Hobie and Gwen saw you two dancing. “Fuck you stepped on my foot Y/N!” “I told you I got to left feet the fuck did you expect!?” They way you two laughed it was honestly adorable or in Hobie’s eyes it was while in Gwen’s she was jealous as not everyone can make you laugh now a days! “Okay one more time okay!” “Okay but next time you step on my foot Imma throw my damn mask at you” “Pussy” Miles took his mask off and threw it at your face making you laugh. “Oh Hobie, Gwen..Hi” Miles waved and you just nodded your head as you put on Miles’s mask.

“Never knew you could laugh Y/N, you should try it more but I ain’t forcing ya” You chuckled at Hobie’s comment, he always made sure to make everyone comfortable while sticking to his beliefs which you idolize a bit. “Well Miles is sorta my best friend, he knows all the words or pranks to make me laugh” “Hey someone’s gotta do it and I don’t plan on letting anyone take that place!” Miles tried getting his mask off of you but you kept dodging and giggling until it was a full on chase. “Gwen you’ve been quite..why?” “Nothing it’s just…I’m jealous that Miles can make them smile, laugh, or giggle after not seeing them for so long while I’ve tired my best!” Hobie sighed. “Listen, their close. Their basically siblings, their bound will be stronger then other bounds. Nothing people will do or say can break them apart. Seeing each other after so long their bound becomes stronger and tighter…ya feel?”

She didn’t, she was still jealous but sighed and pretended she understood. “Yeah…thanks Hobie” “No probs” the two watch how miles and you play fought with him trying to grab his mask and you giggling while swatting his hands away. It was a cute sight honestly.

[mjalti]

Ana I’m Albanian and I don’t think I can live with my in laws anymore. I just- my MIL is home all day and does literally nothing. I work full time and she won’t even cook one meal. If she’s doing something and I’m sitting she’ll get annoyed at the fact that I’m relaxing yet she literally sits all day watching tv. When she does do stuff she half asses everything. She’s extremely lazy. It’s driving me nuts. I’ve been married 2 years now and I’ve come to become resentful toward here. Everyday I dread coming home from work. Idk how to adress it to my husband. When I have brought it up he’s say”well she’s 60 she’s older now and doesn’t want to do stuff like that anymore”. All I’m asking is for one meal just dinner to be done I can do the rest but idk I just can’t stand lazy people in general and I’m going crazy

that’s very tough. it’s so hard to have a balance when there’s not a conversation about expectations beforehand. You and your spouse need some time together; I’d say move out by moving to another state or country but realistically there’s a chance your in-laws would move with you. the other option is to divorce, or get an apartment in separation. it’s hard though.

[cuprohastes]

A day in the life of a Super Burnout

How many times have I done this now?

Too many to count: it’s like drinking coffee. You just don’t remember it because it’s so… normal.

I feel energy from around me sinking in, and I leap — No Olympic athlete could hope to jump this high. Pole Vaulter maybe… I don’t have a pole.

I hit the top of my leap and ignite my power. The leap doesn’t count. This is what’s going to keep me from coming down. It’s like having steel rods in your forearms. I’m bracing on them. It’s like holding yourself off the floor between two balance beams.

I have muscles like you wouldn’t believe from doing this. Also, a ton of muscle tears in my back.

I eat vicodin as a bedtime snack.

Shields go up. You have to be in the air, or you just scoop a chunk of pavement, and you’re pinned. At that point, someone can just walk away unless you drop the shield, and then your Captain Got Shot.

OK, a couple of rounds hit the shield, but people are used to this nowadays, and they normally just fire off a couple of rounds to see if you actually did throw a shield up.

I had a buddy who claimed he didn’t need to put the effort in because everyone knew you would have a shield — and besides, these guys have lousy aim.

He’s the reason we get shot at, just in case. Good ol’ Captain Shot In The Face. What a guy.

Ground over doesn’t work if some asshole in a costume hovers above you doing power poses. I’m just trying to arch my back to maintain balance. They don’t need to know. It looks cool as hell on YouTube.

The secret is not to try to move forward. You’d just find yourself pinned or tear your arms off at the elbow.

We found out the hard way on that one.

The Shield’s centred about the median of the volume of your pelvis, but for some reason the quantum lock likes to think of your forearms as the locus. So you move the locus, it pulls your arms along and the rest of you follows, carrying the shield.

Allegedly, there’s 67 minute of air in here, but I’m taking up part of the volume, I can maybe hold this pose for six minutes before I give up and just drop. At that point I’m still in the bubble but because now the bubble is holding me up, I’ll just flip upside down and hang there and then drop on my head if I drop the shield.

Number one cause of Supers with broken wrists is trying to catch themselves from a shield drop.

So here we go. Leap up, shield on: Tink! — Nine mil. You get to recognize the sound, then a meaty concussive bam. Bam? Are they firing fucking fifty Cal? Assholes. You miss with one of those, someone a kilometre away explodes.

Look around. There, there and there. Thee. Drop, move the locus nice and fast, smack the first guy — it’s like being hit by a wall. Not fast, but it’s kind of a semi-irresistible object thing.

The guy bounces off the pavement, and that’s not good for you. Drop the shield, punch him to make sure he says down…

Fists of justice! Or knuckle dusters. Christ, my arms ache.

Second guy leans out. Step in, nice and fast and give him an uppercut. Oh, fuck, that looked nasty.

I hate it when they scream.

Last guy should have a bead on me so power jump, shield up, turn… man that is a big gun. Who even makes those. Wait, who even carries that?

He can’t get it around. I just step up, and the stupid long barrel hits me in the shoulder and stops. he’d have to take like… what six steps back to point this thing at me, and I’m pretty sure it’d kill him to pull the trigger. I think it’s man portable artillery.

I vaguely remember seeing something like it on Forgotten Weapons.

So. I punch him in the kidneys and break his wrist. I feel bad about it, but if he fires that thing around here, it’ll blow right through a building.

I’ve got a couple of one-liners for this stuff, because it looks good on the superhero body cam footage. But what I actually say is, “I’m so tired.”

A half second later I add “Of crime!” but nobody is convinced.

[triscribe]

I have been working my way through the Alternate Living Arrangements and having a wonderful time, but if I am allowed to ask about one thing on the WIP list, I would love to know more about the Thief!Harry AU 💗

- Katheth86 (Chocoduckie86)

Aha, you're the one who's been leaving me a bunch of comments lately! Many thanks, my new friend.

So this would be the AU where, a couple of years before canon, a pair of burglars rob Number Four Privet Drive, and in the process discover a scrawny kid locked in the cupboard beneath the stairs, whom they end up stealing as well. A few forged documents later, Harry Potter becomes Harrison Tanner, and sets off on his path to becoming a chaotic good thief and trickster.

And because the second chapter is taking so long to finish, here, have a few upcoming snippets:

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“You stole how much?” Ron asks, gaping with astonishment.

Harry grins, more than a little smug. “Final tally came to nine and a half million pounds, from twenty paintings and a dozen old swords.”

Neville’s too stunned to formulate a response, but the same can’t be said for Hermione. “And how much of that did your family keep?”

“Only the half mil. My godfather donated the rest to worthy causes - all the exact opposite of what that bloody author’s been throwing her money towards. And before you say anything, he’s been doing this plenty long enough not to get caught, so I don’t need to worry about the police knocking on our door any time soon.”

“Hmph.”

“Do you always steal that much?”

“Not usually, no. That’s the only big job I’ve really gotten to help with; most of the time it’s small things, like lifting wallets. Liza says she’ll teach me how to swipe jewelry at posh events when I’m older, and Rolfie promised as soon as my feet can reach the pedals, I can be their getaway driver for house burglaries.”

Ron slowly shakes his head, jaw still hanging slack. “What even is your life, mate?”

“Ironically,” Harry muses, grin turning into a smaller, more wistful expression, “Something out of a fairytale.”

---

Easter Break approaches quickly. Neville writes to his gran at least three times in the week leading up to it, seeking reassurance he’s still allowed to spend it with Harry’s family, and in turn promising to be on his absolute best possible behavior.

“Oh, but that’s no fun, Nev. Don’t you want to help us pull off at least one robbery?”

“Harry!” Hermione protests, but Neville ducks his head with a small grin, which was the real goal anyway.

Hermione’s headed overseas while Ron and his brothers are all going home for the holiday, but Harry promises to host all three of his best mates any time they want during the summer. “Yeah, alright,” the redhead agrees, looking a bit cheerier at the thought. “And maybe we’ll help with another nine million pound burglary, yeah?”“Nine and a half, thank you - and why not?”

---

That first day is spent inside the flat, with more storytelling, and some introductory sleight of hand lessons for Neville, and a few different children’s movies played on the telly to settle Rolfie’s sense of nostalgia. Dale shows up in the evening for dinner, takes one look at the extra child in the room, and loudly proclaims they are not stealing another one!

Liza winks at the boys and whispers that he’ll come around soon enough.

[bisluthq]

Anyways this is not interesting to me because Travis is rich, no he’s not as rich as Taylor, Taylor does not need to date someone as rich as herself because she, like Cher before her, is the rich man.

I feel like when you have over a certain amount for example 50 mil there is not a lot of difference in life style to a billionaire per say, you have the freedom to do anything you want, no one needs a billion dollars

eh you’d be surprised lol so no not really at the sorts of lifestyles these types of people live. I’ve worked as a PA to two HNWIs (and a governess/PA for another family; that was a trip and a half) and there’s actually a world of difference between how people with 35-50M live and how people with closer to a B live. The joke is people with the 35-50 - in my obviously limited and therefore subjective experience - seem to be more chuffed with their wealth lol. The 35-50 people didn’t count money at all but lived comparatively modestly and the really rich dude had complete awareness of how every fucking cent gets spent and by who. The really rich dude also had some weird ass shit I’ve genuinely never seen anywhere before like multiple kitchens in all his homes because he and his wife “like cooking” but like as a hobby so there is a permanent staff that cooks meals in like a basement restaurant style kitchen for when they don’t feel like doing it (meals are made regardless of if they’re eating in or not or if they feel like cooking or w/e like there’s always something prepared that they’ll like idk man it was all in all a wild ride, rich people are very strange - he’s also mad philanthropic so every week cartloads of this uneaten food go out to shelters which is nice but like also wtf).

objectively you’d have complete financial freedom from like $5M net worth unless you choose to live luxuriously in a VERY HCOL city in which case you’d have it from I’d estimate maybe $10M? But like that doesn’t mean you’re gonna live like Taylor Swift. That just means you don’t need to gaf about shit.

Taylor’s property portfolio alone is worth as much as Travis lol even if we estimate him at the 100M. Which, again, is not an issue. Anyone Taylor dates is gonna be “poorer” than her. That’s fine. She’s a capitalist queen.

[fullsunstrawberry]

hey girlllll

okay first- the chap was SO GOODDDDD and i’m so excited for your nct reactions and texts!

also your tattoo with your mom is so cute 🥰🥰 and the designs for your seventeen ones are adorable so i’m sure your nct dream ones will be super cute as well <333

i want to get a tattoo but let’s be so fr i’m so scared of needles 💀 kao (bf) has a bunch of tattoos and they’re so cute but i personally would never - your so brave for thiss

also mother in law apologized thankfully so so more problems there :)

my life has been pretty boring tbhhh i’m living with kao rn but he’s pretty busy with his med school things rn so i barely see him 😢

i really need friends 😭

BUT ITS NOT LIKE I DONT HAVE FRIENDS my two ride or dies (yes we are a trio but we’ve known eachother since 2nd grade and there has been 1 argument that lasted 30 mins 💀) are literally so far away 🥲 missing them 24/7 but we have our weekly group facetime soon so 😋🤞

ugh life has been so boring recently fr i need a hobby asap

i feel like i’ve lost all my interests because i’m high school i would lterally do math for fun and that’s the last thing i need to do rn 😭 like sure i did. volleyball but where in nyc am i going to okay volleyball like be so fr rnnn

WNYWAY HOW ARE YOUUUU????? TELL ME EVERYTHING 😜😜😜😜😜

i have an obsession with these emojis i find them so funny

also my niece/cousin idk but she’s so like… IDKKK- she’s middle school high school age but i feel like i’m just on a whole different planet bc she’s so into everything like i need to keep up frrr

ANYWAY

make sure to drink lots of water and eat lots of good foodss- i love youuu 😜💓💓💓💓❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️

also congrats on your blog growth! you deserve it fr

I got a bunch of nct random texts that I'm gonna post soon 🤪 but I gotta make some enhypen ones too cause my master list is lookin a little biased 😅

ahh thank you! i gotta hurry and get more kpop tattoos because my mom has more than me (she has two bts tattoos and wants a txt one)

i was terrified of needles but i had to get a bunch of blood work done when i was younger, so i’m a pro now 😤😤

if my partner had and tattoos i would color them in with markers if they had black and white ones

life’s been pretty boring for me too that’s actually why i made this account cause i used to have a tumblr way back and post on it but it became too hectic with my schedule…so i deleted it. but now i’m not really doing anything i love how hectic i post!! it gives me something to do and look forward to

i’m also in a friend group of 3 💀 but mine is kinda rocky because the other two always fight and im in the middle sometimes… but i love both of them and one of them might read this 🤪🤪

i still have lunch with them every other day in school but one of them is going to a different school and im gonna make sure we don’t drift apart 😤😤

most of my hobbies involve technology lol…

i like to make random webpages and of course video games, mostly sims or acnh.

But i love scrapbooking and i know a lot of people do it online now but nothing beats cutting up pictures and gluing it to a cute notebook or having a pen pal and decorating my letters

also photocard trading is fun and helps keep me busy

i’m glad the mil apologized because no one wants bad blood in a new marriage!!

i love using emoji’s because i don’t wanna sound boring when i’m writing and i can only use “T^T” so much

SAME! my cousin is younger than me and she makes me feel so old even tho i’m young! but she talks about tiktokers and celebrities i have no clue who they are nd half of the words she says, i’m like what?

tysm!! i’m surprised on how well my blog is doing, I love how many people have reach out to talk to me! It means a lot 😩❣️

don’t skip a meal!! 🥰🫶

[billowyy]

Roll Into Night (ao3)

Ed/Izzy/Jack | 1.5k words | Febuwhump day 18: can't stay awake

It wasn’t often that Jack got worried. He lives his life very carefree, does what he needs to survive, and doesn’t focus much on anything. Anything besides Ed and Izzy, that is. His brain never shuts up about those two, even when he’s fucking someone else. 

But Jack is worried now. 

Izzy is unconscious and covered in blood. The ship’s surgeon cleaned him up the best they could, but that was just the wounds. Most of the blood is still there. At least Jack knows how it happened this time. 

Him and Ed have Izzy laid up in the tiny cabin they share with some other boys. He’s laying on his belly on a thin cot on the floor, torn back open to the world. Or rather, open to Jack and Ed who have taken post on either side of him. 

The worst of the lash marks are sewed up. Jack’s eyes trace them. They’re red and layered on top of old scars. Tattoos are split in half, or worse, and everything is so red. They had kept going even after Izzy had passed out. 

“Do you think they were wanting to kill him?” he wonders. His voice is low. It’s not because he’s worried about being overheard, no one else is in the room except them, but because he’s—well, he’s fucking worried. Izzy’s never been this fucking hurt before.

Glancing at Ed, he sees him dipping a cloth in the basin of water they brought in and gently—he’s being so gentle—wiping the blood that has dripped down Izzy’s sides. 

“If they wanted to kill him they would have killed him. They just wanted to get him close.” Jack doesn’t think he’s ever heard Ed be this angry before. 

Jack shuffles down until he’s laying next to Izzy, his arm bent under his head. Izzy’s face is turned towards him. He’s out fucking cold. There are dried tear marks on his cheeks and Jack sits up just long enough to get a rag wet. Those tear marks have no place being there. He wipes Izzy’s face gently, not wanting to rouse him from wherever he is. 

Pushing back Izzy’s hair with the rag to pass it over his forehead, Jack is struck with how young Izzy looks. How young he is. Old enough to earn proper lashings on a ship, but young enough that he still looks like a fresh faced boy when he’s sleeping. He’s just twenty one, the same age as Jack. 

Jack knows that Izzy was in the Navy before he joined up with Hornigold’s crew. He started as a boy, barely a teenager, and switched over a few years ago. That was before Jack got here. That was Eddie’s time—Eddie, who is even younger than they are. 

Eddie is breathing heavily. When Jack pulls his eyes away from Izzy’s face to look at him, his eyes are scrunched closed and he’s got his head tilted down. His short hair is falling into his face and he’s clenching the rag in both fists like if he tries hard enough he can make it feel as bad as he wants the quartermaster who flogged Izzy to feel. At least, that’s what Jack wants to do. 

“Alright, Eddie?” He knows he’s not, but it’s better than letting Ed fester with the anger. That never turns out well with him. 

“The fuck do you think, Rackham?”

He thinks he’s very angry, if he’s calling him Rackham. 

Ed continues, passionately, “Izzy didn’t even do anything that bad. Sure, he broke the rules, but Charles has done much worse. Charles would be killed on worse ships for the shit he’s done. The crew just fucking hate Izzy.”

“Ed—”

“I don’t get why they hate him so much. He’s been on the ship a long time. He’s part of the crew and they just—he’s just—he’s Izzy. How could you not like him?” His voice has gone quiet by the end of him speaking. Most of the anger has drained out of him and now he just looks fucking sad.

When Jack joined this crew, one of the first things he noticed was how much Izzy and Ed loved each other. Not in a way you loved your crew, your brothers, but as lovers. Those two boys were so fucking gone on each other. As much as he wanted to physically get between that, he wasn’t going to push it because he could smell the possession from a mile away. But then they got closer and the duo became a trio. 

He understands deeply the love Ed has for Izzy. He feels it every day. Every time he looks up at Izzy in the rigging, moving gracefully between it all and the sails. When Izzy offers to clean his weapons or presses his hand to Jack’s back for a moment when they’re walking together. When he makes an off hand joke that causes him and Eddie to laugh their asses off. He’s his favorite person, besides Eddie. 

“I don’t know,” he replies softly. 

Eddie sighs deeply before setting the bloody rag and basin to the side and laying down as well. Jack does the same with the rag in his own hand. Izzy’s between them, still except for his steady breathing. Thank fuck it’s steady. Jack moves his head in close enough so that he can feel Izzy breathing against his face. 

They stay like that for a while, for long enough that Jack’s not surprised someone else hasn’t come in to sleep or call them to work. He’s not sure what time it is. 

Ed running his fingers through Izzy’s hair is what finally makes him stir. His breathing changes and he blinks his eyes open slowly. There’s already a grimace on his face. 

“Hey, hot stuff. How’re you feeling?”

“Jackie?” he whispers. 

“The one and only.” 

Izzy groans and turns his face into the cot below him. 

“Izzy?” Ed continues to touch Izzy’s hair. “Do you need anything?”

Izzy whimpers and Jack makes eye contact with Ed. Jack knows he’s not hiding his own concern and hurt on his face. Ed isn’t doing much better. Ed looks like he’s about to cry. 

Izzy falls back asleep quickly after that. 

Ed sits up against the wall, bringing his knees to his chest and covering his face with his hands. Jack can hear him sniffling. 

“Eddie?” Jack gets up as well and steps over Izzy, sitting down next to Ed. 

Ed holds out his arms towards him, his voice cracking when he says, “Jack.”

Jack holds him, brings him into his chest. He’s got a direct view of Izzy’s back from this angle. He closes his eyes and presses his face to Ed’s neck. Hands are clinging to the bottom of his shirt and his shoulder is damp. 

“What if—what if he gets sick? People die from shit like this, Jack.”

“We’ll take care of him,” he says, but he’s not any more confident than Ed is. 

"Fuck," Ed whimpers. 

Jack holds him for a long time. They only break apart when one of the boys who shares the room comes in to grab something. Jack watches as he gives a pained look at Izzy's back before leaving, shutting the door behind him. 

When Izzy’s breaking of the rules had been put to a vote, that boy hadn't voted against him. Jack might have told him he'd pull his all access pass to Jack's ass if he voted for the harsh punishment, but he was confident he still would've done the right thing if he hadn't. He was a sweet kid. 

Ed burrowed back into his side when they were alone again. He presses a long kiss to Jack's lips.

"We should mutiny." Ed's voice is barely above a whisper. 

Mutiny. Now there's an idea. 

Ed continues, "I bet we could do it. Most of the crew don't like the way Hornigold's been doing things. He was a lot different, back before you came. Not as risky." 

"We'd have to be secretive as all fuck. Very careful about who we talk to." 

"Fucking obviously." 

"Who'd be captain? We'd be killing off a lot of people. Or at least sending them off." 

"Bellamy," Ed quickly says, voice still quiet.

So they mutiny. At least, eventually they do. First they have to worry about the fever Izzy gets and him barely being conscious most days. He gets better, eventually, after many tears from Ed and a drunken love confession from Jack. 

Then they have to go one by one through the crew and decide who they should involve or leave out. It takes a few months before they take control of the ship, electing Sam as captain. A few years later, when Izzy's back is healed but still gives him pains every day, he and Ed will leave. 

They have good experience by then, enough to be Captain and First Mate. Enough for them to get the legend of Blackbeard spread across the Atlantic. 

Enough to know that if they stay together, Captain Edward Teach and First Mate Hands, they'll be okay.

[christiangrest]

Favorite Gun?

I think everyone that’s into firearms will have a favorite. It’s just natural to gravitate towards one firearm or another in your collection. For me it’s truly a hard pick as I have quite a few that I could most definitely put into that category. If you break it down further, such as favorite pistol, favorite revolver, favorite bolt action, favorite semi-auto, favorite PCC and favorite mil-surp, it definitely becomes a much, much easier task to pick those favorites. I have designated my favorites in different places, no doubt. In the past 10 years particularly, I have grown my firearm collection just about to the point where I don’t see much out there that I have to have. With the exception of continuing my passion of firearm projects and the like, there just comes a point where one can be quite content with how far they’ve gotten. So for this article I’m going to make some mentions of some of my favorites. No there’s not just one, but some worth mentioning.

At the top of the heap in the semi auto pistol category just has to be the CZ Shadow 2 Compact I picked up from Brownells last year. For quite a long time, I had been wanting a CZ Shadow variant, but stayed on the fence. My thoughts were that these are strictly a competition style of handgun meant for plinking and target shooting. Being the more practical guy that I am, I typically need more of a purposeful firearm. Once the Shadow 2 Compact was announced, I knew that this one the one for me to get. All the features of it’s full sized big brother, but with a more compact nature giving the ability to use as a defensive pistol if desired. Not to mention the optics capability. This has been one solid pistol any way you slice it and I recently completed my long term review of this pistol, so look for that to come out soon on my YouTube channel.

In the long gun category this is a more tough one to pick just one. I need to break down this category much much more than just long gun. So for that, I’ll break it down into the modern semi-auto category which essentially includes AR variants and similar military style modern rifles, not retro nor classic rifles such as the M1 Garand. For this I had to choose a build project from a couple of years back. I wanted a short version of the Geissele Super Duty rifle that I could form 1 as an SBR. Particularly I wanted to build one in DDC which is Geissele’s FDE/Coyote tan color variation. I already had the Brownells Exclusive Geissele Super Duty in OD Green and tan furniture, but this time I wanted a DDC SBR. I sourced the majority of the parts from Brownells and some from Geissele directly. A good friend of mine had actually got me an FDE Eotech EPS 3-0 recently which was perfect for this build. This SBR has been one perfect setup and I’ve even attended a half day carbine class with it. It truly shoots way better than I’m able to.

So there you have it, a couple of my favorite firearms broken down into different categories. In the future, I’ll be coming out with some other lists as well. These of course are subject to change since we never know when something will knock the top one off it’s pedestal.

[mushroomwillow]

So amongst other shady shit going on and a billion breakdowns and being told yesterday I either work back of house or basically don’t have a job, I called my mil and told her everything, she said she’d talk to fil and figure out if he knew anyone who was hiring for a data entry type thing. And that she’d help us as best she could.

And ngl, I think I’ve mad a decision. I’m fucking quitting. I have some art ready. And I know a piercer I can at least ask if anyone at her shop is accepting apprenticeships for tattoos and if I could set up a meeting with them. Why the fuck not. I don’t want to destroy myself more.

I also talked to both primary doc and psychiatrist and they both agree that at this point if I keep pushing myself I’m going to rapidly get to the point of no return physically. I’ve had no way to go to appointments to even get shit tested and I’m rapidly declining and they’re both concerned about it.

So yep. Kind of a half asleep update. I need to talk to husband before I outright quit. But I’m not going in today

[thekdramallama]

Marry My Husband. Episode 1.

I’ve been wanting to watch this since the plot sounds good and the clips I’ve seen are fantastic. But I’m sitting here watching it on Amazon prime… because my account is still attached to my ex’s as a “family member” so I’m getting prime for free. And I definitely left him for being equally as shitty as this FL’s husband (minus the murder bit.) so it felt a bit awkward to watch.

But screw it. Letting me have free prime is the least he can do.

On to the show….

I am 5 minutes In and want to hug the FL and beat up everyone around her for being the worst people ever.

I Love how the MIL starts being a bitch to her the literal moment they are married. /s

That taxi driver is either a witch or a deity (or magic ghost?) He’s going to make it so she is reincarnated then years before the start of this episode. Even if he wasn’t, I’d love him for the kindness he’s showing her. 🥺

Aww, the GM she doesn’t seem to remember at first is so worried about her. It’s nice that his draft reaction wasn’t just to brush her off as crazy. He clearly sees there’s a lot more going on than he knows.

Omg… 🥺😭😭😭 her dad.

Tf… Her face isn’t bloated.

Oooooh 🤬 the way “hubby” accused her then called it a joke. 🖕🏼 he’s definitely projecting.

“I’ll pay for half” He says. 😤

I hope I forget who the actor is that plays the husband so when I see him in other dramas I don’t hate his character—because dude is doing a great job with this role. It’s almost a little too believable.

The rage I fell on FL’s behalf at the way everyone (except GM) treats her. I can’t wait to see her get revenge.

OMG!!! Gong Min-jung is in this! I love her. She’s such an amazing (and totally adorable) actress.

Park Min-young is one of those actresses whose face I ALWAYS know But when her hair changes I’m like “who dis?” Because she is practically a chameleon. With only subtle changes to her looks, she can run with It and change her character and become a whole new person.

🥲 good for her for seeing herself up for success and taking the steps she needs to take care of her health! 🤗

Taking off glasses to eat a steaming bowl of soup is real. 🤓

Ooooh her revelation on how inevitable events work. I love it! 😆

[knowyourplace-fool]

Just thinking about mafia au w/ platonic yandere! Carla and Grisha. Carla thinks you’re a good fit for her son bcuz you’re smart, pretty, well mannered, cute (shy) ect. Plus, you’ve known eren all your life (jaeger’s are your neighbors).

She knows that Eren has a crush on you but you guys became distant (mainly Eren’s fault cuz he got along w/ popular kids). But Eren has feelings for you and starts to feel jealous when he see’s you hanging out with another guy.

Eren torments you during your last year of high school then continues on during summer break then college. He’s so afraid of losing you, so he asked his mother for advice and she said “get her pregnant so she can’t leave you.”

Eren wanted to get married first so while he was taking advantage of you, he threatened your mom’s life and told you if you don’t marry him, he’ll have her killed. You agreed and got married but you asked eren to wait a little before starting a family.

A year goes by and you’re still taking birth control. It became your main priority to not get pregnant. Eren was starting to become frustrated because the Mafia needed another heir bc after Grisha would be Eren and after Eren would be reader and Eren’s kid.

So Carla advised him to forcefully get you pregnant. She switched your pills while you guys weren’t home and told Eren to wait a couple days. You were still taking your pills, so when Eren hinted that he wanted sex, you gave in.

After he came in you 3-4 times, he told you that the birth control was switched out and you’re gonna be pregnant with his babies. You started to freak out and cry but he didn’t care and continued.

I just love the idea of platonic yandere!Carla. She will give anything just to make her son happy.

I know it’s kinda long but I love you and you’re work so much! Keep it up!!!

I love this idea sooooooo much!! Yandere Eren and Yandere!MIL!Carla are just *chef’s kiss*

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> thank you, bb! You’re so sweet and I loooove your brain❣️

-> ummm I know I disappeared but next week I’m completely free so I can write more yandere eren 😛

⚠️: NON CON, KIDNAPPING, BABY TRAPPING, nice!fem!reader x bully!jock!mafia!eren, virgin!reader, Yandere behaviour, molestation, slapping, verbal and physical abuse, dacryphilia, size kink, breeding and bondage

You were born and raised in a small town.

Everyone knew each other and for the most part, it was very safe.

You and your mother lived in a nice, quiet neighborhood.

Your mom works in the city, so most days it’s just you.

Your mother couldn’t afford to put you through school and pay the bills/rent in the city since she’s a single mother.

Your father is god knows where. You’re not even sure if he knows that he has a daughter. Your mother had never spoken about him and you figured it must be a touchy subject for her.

Since your mom was hardly around during your teenage years, the Jaeger’s (your next door neighbors) sorta took you in.

You were very close with the family since you’d grown up with their youngest, Eren.

Eren was your first friend and crush. When you guys were young children, he was friendly, brave and protective. That’s why you developed feelings for him. But as he got older, he changed. He became a total asshole and you’re very glad that you kept your feelings to yourself because now, you don’t like him at all.

His family on the other hand was great. Zeke, his older half-brother, was smart in every subject and often helped you with your homework. Carla, his mother, would always invite you over for dinner and even sewed you a summer dress because she thought you’d look gorgeous in it. His father, Grisha, was also very welcoming. He was the town’s doctor, so if you caught a cold, he’d come take care of you like you were his own.

Once you got into highschool, Eren pretended to not know you. It hurt a little, but you soon got over it after you’d made a couple of new friends. Anytime you saw Eren in the hallway, you would give him a friendly smile but he’d give you a dirty glare in return. Eren began spreading rumours about you and how you were a little obsessed with him when you were younger, and after hearing that you stop interacting with Eren completely. You even managed to slip out of doing group projects with him (which he’ll never admit out loud, but damn it hurt his heart sm).

Fast forward a bit to your sr. year of high school (at this point, both of you are 18), Eren’s behaviour took a turn for the worst. He’d notice that you’ve become friends with a sweet nerd who was in your computer class. You guys began hanging out at lunch and sometimes even outside of school. You were even comfortable enough to invite him to your home where you made dinner and watched movies together.

You began developing romantic feelings for the guy but before you could confess, Jaeger stood in the way. The both of you were cuddled up on your couch until the doorbell rang. You got up, thinking that it was your mom but when you opened the door, it was a sweaty Eren with a stern look on his face. It looked like he’d come back from football practice, but what the hell was he doing at your house?

“Eren, is there something wro-”

“Whose fucking car is parked on your driveway?”

When you don’t respond right away, Eren invites himself in while you quickly follow behind. “Eren! Eren, what’re you doing?” You wished you would’ve listened to your guts that were screaming at you to stop him but you didn’t, and you watched Eren beat the crap out of your crush. Your crush ran out and jumped into his car, not looking back. Now it was just you and him alone.

“So this is what you do when your mother’s not home? When your mother’s in the city, working her fucking ass off, you bring boys home to whore around? Fucking disgusting, Y/N. If I was your mother, I would be ashamed and embarrassed. You low life, fucking whore.”

You broke out into tears and bowed your head in shame. You didn’t even do anything with the boy, yet Eren’s words got to your core and made you feel sick to your stomach. He walked out of the house and things haven’t been the same between you guys. Eren became ruthless towards you. Before, it was verbal bullying but now it was turning physical. Eren decided it would be fun to push you into the lockers or trip you down the stairs, or pour water on you during lunch. Things started to spiral out of control fast and you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Suddenly, Eren sits next to you in every class you have with him. Whether you’re in the front or back of the class, he moves close to you, wraps his arm around you so that he could fondle with your breast, while his other hand worked it’s way under your skirt.

It continued on like this until you graduated. Summer break rolled around, you’re afraid to leave your house because of Eren. There’s a gentle knock on the door — so gentle that you’re convinced it’s your mother. However, when you open the door you’re shoved to the ground and you hear the door lock. “Eren? Hey, what are you-” he proceeded to drag you to your room, where he ripped your panties off, does the bare minimum foreplay and shoved his thick cock into your virgin cunt. He hand slap onto your mouth like tape, muffling your cries and screams that were turning him on. “Tch, so you really were a virgin.”

You sobbed against his palm and tried to wiggle out, but Eren’s grip was tight. Both of your wrist were pinned down on the mattress by one of his hands while the other pressed down on your mouth, making it hard to breathe. The rest of your body was no match against Eren’s much bigger and stronger body. The sound of his heavy balls clapping against your ass and the bed creaking filled the room, as well of his low grunts and your squealing. As much as he would’ve liked to stay and cuddle, he had plans with Armin to play video games so he left a $50 bill for the after pill and took off. You remained on the ledge of the bed, shaking and crying while he cum flowed out of you.

Unfortunately, this becomes a routine for Eren. Except now, he was providing you money for birth control. No matter how much you beg or plea, he always gets his way. You feel disgusted afterwards and swear that you’ll do something about this, but the straight truth is, you can’t. Eren’s father is the only doctor in town. Eren could easily slip out of the accusations with the help of his father. You and your mother are already struggling financially, so there’s no way you could afford a lawyer. You just have to keep your mouth shut and take it until he gets bored of you.

Which never happens. Soon after first semester starts, Eren forcefully slides a ring on your finger. You’re then taken to a office where marriage papers are presented. You’re shaking while holding the pen so Eren guides your hand to do your signature. All you could think about was the night before and how Eren took advantage of your sore state and threatened to kill your mother if you didn’t marry him. He described the gruesome way he’d kill her and you poor, little ears couldn’t take it anymore so you agreed. Now, you’re officially a Jaeger.

You somehow convinced Eren to not have kids yet. You thought it was because he was pitying you or JUST MAYBE was being understanding that pregnancy is hard on a women’s body, but no. He didn’t want to have kids just yet because he wanted to fuck you over and over before filling you up with his children. However, after your one year anniversary, he wanted to try.

His mother advised him to get you pregnant as soon as possible so you couldn’t leave him. This opened up a whole new light for Eren and he’s grateful to have a mother who understands him and his desires. Having children with you would bond you to him for life. No matter how much you run, or if you file for divorce, it won’t change the fact that he’s came inside of you and at one point you were swelled up with his baby in your stomach. This image of you carrying his baby, all knocked up just for him drove him crazy.

Carla helped Eren out a bit. She bought pills that looked similar to birth control, but were actually vitamins. She told Eren to switch your pills out and wait a couple days so that you have a higher chance of getting pregnant.

Eren did just that, and surprise surprise, it worked perfectly. You took your pills without looking twice at it. About a week later, Eren insinuated that he wanted to have sex and you simply complied.

It was rough (like usual) except when he was finally close to cumming, he began mumbling in your ear about how pretty your gonna look, all round and swollen with his baby growing in your womb. He continued rambling about how you were going to be the greatest mom and he’s gonna be the greatest dad, and that both of you are meant for each other.

He then attacked your neck, placing hickeys all around while you freaked out in his embrace, begging him to stop and questioning him about what he means by “knock you up.” You were on birth control, he’s out of his mind, you thought.

Oh boy, we’re you wrong. Third round rolls around, you’re overstimulated and crying at this point while Eren continues to pleasure himself only. His cum is leaking out of you, dripping onto the floor, however Eren didn’t think it was enough.

Rounds after rounds of having sex (and you passing out here and there) he cums in you one last time, whispering right in your ear about how he changed your birth control to dupes and now you’re surely gonna be pregnant with his baby

You broke down crying, unsure on what to do or rather, what can you do?

Eren baby trapped you and now is training your little one to be the next leader, just like his father did to him

And don’t think that Eren will only get one kid out of you

Carla and Grisha will be on babysitting duty while you and Eren are on baby making duty (even though you don’t want it)

But you really don’t have a choice because no one goes against Eren Yeager