#and that’s because she got fed up and started teaching herself

[jewishbarbies]

I’m 25 and I’m having to teach my 50+ year old mother how to communicate and voice needs/concerns without insulting and upsetting people, while at the same time teaching my 21yr old little sister how to accept criticism, take responsibility for actions, and react respectfully when someone communicates a need/concern to her bc our mother never taught her. I’m now everyone’s gentle parent mom and it’s just confirming to me that I never want kids.

[gyuswhore]

unbreaking

life has dealt Wonwoo with a very uncanny set of cards, enough to make every waking hour an uncertainty. there is one thing however, he can always count on to remain unbreaking. well, maybe two.

wc: ~1.5k | contains: Spiderman!jeon wonwoo x reader, fluff, a crime is committed but its not in detail, perpetrator has a gun but doesn't use it

[a/n]: noW I KNOW I already posted my secret Santa fic HOWEVER this one is extra extra special bc its for my one and only camothy 🫶 she's been working vv hard when ive had to take a step back from @camandemstudios duties bc of life and I have concluded that she deserves a litol treat!!! @highvern I remember you talking about spidey wonu at some point so here it is, I hope u enjoy MUAH

also, bigbigbgigbig ty to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta-ing this for meeee <333

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The nerves were eating him inside out. He should be used to this, high pressure situations with more than just his life on the line, but Wonwoo can’t stop the waves of nausea that won’t seem to leave. 

His I’m outside message stays in the text box, his thumb hovering over the send button. Swallowing, he lets his thumb rest on the screen and tries not to throw it into your neighbors bushes. 

Dinner with your parents meant that Wonwoo had to reign himself in, keep to his best behaviour, do everything to be anything but himself. As your text bubbles bounce on his screen, he feels his heart come up to his throat. 

[You]: clearance to ring the doorbell!!!

Deep, sharp breath, before he lets out slowly. He hopes his jeans aren’t too informal, his jacket too formal. He realises in that moment that he’s probably gonna have to hang it up, his t-shirt displaying the inevitable cuts and bruises on his arms. He curses under his breath, but it’s too late to change now, the only other pair of clothes in his trunk being his suit. Not an option.

So he rings the doorbell of your family’s home, and makes a futile attempt to clear his head. He imagines taking armfuls of the junk in his mind, dumping it into the recycling bin. He turns around, but the pile’s only doubled. 

A click and the door’s opened, your face poking through the opening, a small smile on your face. Wonwoo feels himself relax at the sight, face morphing into a smile of his own. 

“Hey,” he grins. 

“Hi,” you whisper, unmistakable glint in your eye. “Come in.”

So he does, eyes up to catch anyone in the hall. He’s seen it before, but his stomach lurches when he sees your little sister in the hallway wearing a red t-shirt with a spider on it. Merchandise he’s never gotten a cut for because that would be compromising his identity, but he’d gotten used to it. His nerves are making him jumpy today, which isn’t always a good thing with what he is. 

The last thing he wants is for your mother’s chandelier to end up covered in cobwebs not from actual spiders. 

“Hey!” Wonwoo waves at your sister, who’s done nothing but stare at him since he walked in. 

“Your jacket—” you start. 

“Will stay on,” he interrupts, meeting your expecting eyes in a plea. “Please.”

You don’t ask questions. You never seem to. 

He’s sure to say his hellos to your mother and father as politely as he can muster, but also trying to not sound blank as a sheet. 

He eats what’s on his plate, compliments your dad on the potatoes, your mom on the salad. He remembers to be open for seconds, remembering how you told him your parents are happiest when they can feed their guests. 

Your mother rounds up on your sister, “Do you wanna talk to Wonwoo while I get dessert ready?” 

She’s been half fed by your mother who seems to be in the middle of teaching her how to feed herself. 

The way she stares is unnerving, like she can see right through him. “Do you like Spiderman?”

Your father groans in a whisper, “Gear up, son.”

“Yeah! I like him, he’s cool.” 

“I like him too,” she says, face blank. “I probably like him better than you though.”

“Probably.”

She looks down at her shirt, “My sister got this for me for my birthday.”

Wonwoo looks at you, eyebrows raised. “How come I don’t get one?”

“Because I like him better. Duh!” 

Wonwoo makes a face like he understands, setting his cutlery down to raise his hands, “Of course! I forgot.”

“You’re bad at remembering. You were three minutes late to dinner. Probably because you forgot that too!”

He hears both you and your father exclaim at her in a chide, but Wonwoo only laughs. He should remember to sign something for you to give to your sister. 

You look up to him across the table, a little exasperated but beautiful. His eyes soften, very slowly lifting his sock clad foot to rub against your ankle in reassurance. That's all he can do here. 

After dessert, once Wonwoo is done complimenting you sister on the wonderful and janky icing job, your mother proposes coffee in the living room. It’s there that your sister tunes into the news channel. 

“Have you ever seen a kid beg to put on the news? It’s the only place she can catch Spiderman.” He remembers you telling him that, remembers feeling endeared. 

It was slow background noise for most of the coffee and conversation, and Wonwoo’s nearly done when the unmistakable BREAKING NEWS flashes across the screen like a signal. His guard is down, so he’s too quick to whip his head around to divert his attention. 

It’s a hostage situation, a one man job by the looks of it. Easy work for Wonwoo, but the gun in the crazed man’s shaking hands looks too unsteady to be left the way it is. 

The look you give him is enough. 

Wonwoo’s proud to say he’s gotten his suiting up time down to a matter of seconds, abandoning his car in front of your building as he struggles in the backseat to pull his suit on, before letting the familiar force of his webs take him off into the night. 

His first order of business was getting the wretched gun out of the perpetrator’s hands, watching him wave it about where Wonwoo — Spiderman — was perched on a streetlight. 

He’s done and dusted in the next few minutes, gun caught in his web and hostage right into Spiderman’s loving arms. It was all quite routine at that point, but he notes the cameras more vividly than usual, wonders if your family is still in the living room, watching him, not knowing it was their daughter’s boyfriend they’d just served coffee and delights underneath the rouge mask. 

Wonwoo catches you a few streets over, despite his never ending attempts to chide you whenever you do. It was dangerous enough to be associated with him, but following him to the very circumference of the scene never failed to heighten his nerves. 

He decides to play with you a little, walking with you from the top of the building, matching your pace as you don your favourite coat and walking shoes. No hat, because you know he best recognises people from an aerial view. Not you though, he’d recognise you from anywhere. 

So there he goes, swinging to a street light, before roping himself well enough to secure his descent. You always expect him to drop in on you from above, but hanging upside down in your face was a first. 

You see the mask first, the large teardrop eyes before the red that surrounds them. Jumping back, you yelp loud enough to constitute your hand slapping against your mouth. 

“God, be normal for once!” you chortle. 

Wonwoo is amused. “I’m hanging upside down in a bodysuit, hardly anything normal about me.” 

You can only sigh, shoulders sagging as you look at him in the streetlight. “Can you quit handling people with long range weapons? You know how quickly that can get ugly.”

“Can you stop following me to said places?”

You make a sour face, “You know my answer.”

“I do. Stubborn till the end.”

“Does the blood not rush to your head like that?” you ask, looking around absentmindedly, like you were trying to find passersby this late at night. 

“No one’s here,” he whispers to you. 

Moving in closer, you continue speaking. “My sister’s smitten with you.”

“Spiderman will be sure to bump into her sometime.” He grins under the mask, glad he’s able to gain that all important approval. 

“Can Jeon Wonwoo bump into me sometime? I miss you, you know.” 

“I miss you more, baby.” The but hangs in the air, but he doesn’t take it in his mouth.

Instead, he feels a pressure against his mask, right where his lips are. You kiss him through the material, and Wonwoo has to consciously grip onto his webs. 

The unmistakable warmth of your fingers finds the end of his mask, pulling at it slowly, revealing the skin of his neck, the beginning of his chin, up to the pink of his lips. 

You kiss him again, there where he hangs from a streetlight, there where he knows he’ll always be able to find you. The feeling of his suit, the feeling of your lips on his; they meld in ways he won’t ever understand. 

Spiderman confuses Wonwoo, an enigma that feels both a boon and a curse. But Wonwoo loves you, in all that he is, and that remains the one thing he can always count on, like his webs in all ways, to be firm and unbreaking.

[ashlynlovestlou]

bodyguard! abby anderson x princess! reader (500 followers special)

꩜ synopsis: based on the book "twisted games" by ana huang. you are next in line for the throne, and abby is your bodyguard. only one problem: you can't be with her. you have to marry someone of royal blood, and abby is not. but that won't stop you from being with her. she knows she can't have you, but she's taking you anyways.

꩜ cw: forbidden love trope , reader and abby sneak around , eventual smut (fingering, strap use, multiple orgasms, pet names, spanking, dirty talk, etc) , reader has a brother , afab! reader , fem! reader , bodyguard! abby , semi-public ,

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it all started when your brother abdicated. he quite possibly ruined your life the day he fell in love with a flight attendant and decided he didn't want to be king anymore. but you couldn't blame him. he chose love over the throne.

in reality, you could've done the same. not a single part of your body wanted to be queen. too much responsibility and stress, and not enough time to prepare. but everything you do reflects your country, and it would look bad to back out when your brother had done the same.

your grandfather was king, but as he grew older he had to teach your brother, next in line for the throne, how to rule an entire country. he had been preparing to do so for years, but when he met mckenna, he decided he didn't want to. so now, you were next to be queen. and you only had four months to prepare.

you had a dance to attend tonight, because the board decide it would be best for you to marry before coronation. so there you were, sitting on an uncomfortable throne in a room full of men that wish to be your suitor.

"are you paying attention?" a voice to your right says.

another thing. abby fucking anderson. your buff, exponentially attractive bodyguard. you two had a fling before there was this whole drama with your brother, but it soon fizzled out at the reality of the situation. you wanted her, and she wanted you. but the only problem: you can't be with her. she's not of noble blood, so by law, you can't be together.

"i dont need to be. i don't want to marry anyone here." which is almost a lie. you don't want to marry any man here.

abby sighs through her nostrils, her broad shoulders twitching, "c'mon, princess. there's got to be at least one person here that you think is good enough to be your husband."

there wasn't. even abby knew that.

"no thank you." you say with a huff, standing up and straightening out your dress just as another suitor had approached you.

you walk away without another word, abby short on your tail, "where are you going?"

"bathroom." you answer shortly, "i'm fed up with everything and this dress is making it extremely hard not to pee myself."

you excuse yourself for the second time, walking through the marble corridors of the castle while the faint sound of chatter is left in the ballroom. the only sound heard now is the clacking of your heels on the slick floors, the shoes rubbing your feet in the most uncomfortable places.

once in the bathroom you reach behind your back, fumbling with the strings of your corset.

"need some help?" abby questions. you hadn't realized that she followed you.

"i know you're my bodyguard, ms. anderson, but you don't need to follow me in the bathroom."

she chuckles lowly, "we've fucked three times and you still refuse to call me abby, huh?"

a familiar heat rushes to your cheeks.

and somewhere else.

she doesn't wait for an answer before positioning herself behind you, untying the strings for you and giving you immediate relief on your ribs.

"you know how much i hate that i have to watch you dance with other men? how much i hate that their hands are all over you...?"

you swallow, hard, "how much?"

"so much," she begins, "that i want to bend you over that sink and spank your ass raw."

your breath catches in your throat, and you stare at her in the mirror, mouth agape. your heart is hammering against your chest, like it's trying to head-butt itself out.

"take off your dress and spread your legs." she whispers in your ear, to which you comply. you'd be an idiot not to.

once you were stripped of your clothing, the cold air hits your skin and makes you shiver. but the cold doesn't last long before abby is taking you into a sloppy kiss.

"here's what's gonna happen." she says, hands snaking around your body and settling on the plush of your ass, "i don't like seeing you dance with men. so you're going to sit here and let me fuck you like a good girl, alright?"

her fingers slide through your slit. your breath catches for a second time and your body arches towards hers.

you shudder at every word, rutting yourself against her in an attempt to feel friction. she's quick to grab your hips and stop them, pulling a whine from deep within your chest.

"how many men did you dance with?" she demands, her hot breathe hovering on your lips.

"o-only six."

"seven." she corrects you, pinching and pulling on your clit, making you squirm.

"p-please, abby..."

"please what? use your words, princess." she says softly, contradicting her harsh actions.

"please... fuck me already." you plead, bottom lip quivering. your thigh muscles are shaking, and you glance at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor opposite of the counter you're pressed against. your clothes, to be exact. abby is still dressed, but you can see her bulge through her pants. the pants that squeeze her thighs and highlight every muscle. she truly is glorious.

"you wore your strap to the ball?"

she nods her head, taking her hand off your mound and using it to unzip her trousers. you whine at the lack of warmth, the cold air of the bathroom returning to your skin and giving you goosebumps.

"dont worry, sweet girl. once i'm done with you, you'll be sweating." you smirk at this, lifting yourself onto the cold tile counter. you hiss as the temperature hits your bare ass, but abby shuts you up with another kiss, "now stay still. i need to stretch you out before giving you what you really need." she says.

"but i've taken your strap before. it's not that hard."

she laughs at this, "i know you have. but this one's not the same."

your eyebrows raise, but before you can ask what she means her pants and boxers pool around her ankles. this certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

it's much longer and much girthier than than the one she's used on you before. it's even a different color. this one a hot pink, sparkly shade that's enough to force a laugh out of you.

abby giggles in unison, "you like it?" you nod, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her towards you. she's quick to shut that down, "nuh-uh. i told you i've gotta stretch you out first. spread those pretty legs f'me."

you comply easily, spreading them further. she whistles when she sees your twitching, glistening cunt, just weeping and begging for abby to take care of it.

"shit, honey... you think this country knows how wet their queen is right now?"

"but, im not the queen yet— oh!" youre interrupted when abby's middle and ring fingers slide easily into your cunt, your warm walls welcoming her familiar skin. you look down and watch your pussy swallow her up greedily, clenching around her like you're scared she's going to pull away.

"there she is. there's my girl." abby coos, kissing your knee before increasing the speed in which her fingers pump in and out of you.

all that's heard is the sloshing of her fingers in your pussy. the heel of her palm slams against your clit, deliciously stimulating it as your legs begin to shake. abby knows what she's doing, and she loves it.

"gonna look so damn pretty with a crown on your head." she huffs as that familiar coil bubbles up in the depths of your stomach, "s' pretty baby."

a string of moans cascade from your mouth as she pulls her fingers out, letting you have your orgasm on your own. usually she's fuck you through it, but she's not done with you yet.

she grabs the base of the strap, teasing your puffy and swollen folds with it but not putting it in. you whine in protest, but she tuts you in response.

when she finally does push in, however, a strained gasp falls out of your mouth from the stretch of the strap, your hands finding abby's shoulders and squeezing them, "abby— abs— i can't-"

"shh... yes you can. you can take it." she says, letting you adjust before slowly pumping in and out of you, "you can handle being queen but you can't handle this cock?"

"not-" grunt, "queen," grunt, "yet."

she pounds harder and harder, hips slamming against you. your legs are already weak, and you can tell you're going to be bruised tomorrow.

"abby," you say in between breaths, attempting to maintain your composure, "they're going to be wondering where i am."

her hips stutter, but they don't stop. the base of the strap was hitting her clit just right. she was just as close as you are, "shh... almost done. cum with me, baby. c'mon, you can do it."

with only a few more pounds you're both spiraling. you both hope to god nobody is outside the bathroom door, otherwise they would be sure to hear your heavy breathing and tight moans.

once you come down from your high, abby is already tucking her strap back into her tight slacks, the material hugging her thighs beautifully. she helps you dress yourself again in your pretty gown (after she had cleaned you up, of course).

"sorry we have to sneak around, princess. i promise one day we won't have to." she says, pecking a sweet kiss to your temple. without another word, she walks out before you, making sure it doesn't look too suspicious that you were in there together.

you're left with your reality again. you have to go back out there and dance with men that you don't love. a so simple, yet so not, marriage of convenience, when the person that your heart really belongs too has to watch from the sidelines.

but abby was right.

she couldn't have you, but she was taking you anyways.

[tpwk-formula1]

2K Special Masterlist

Here is the sneak peak to what you have to look forward to once I hit 2K followers! Before we get into the goodies I want to take a second to thank each of you so much for bringing this blog to life and reading and interacting with my stories! I started this blog because I decided to throw on a race last May… Who knew watching Lando winning his first race would change the entire direction of my life. I have never been chill about my love for F1 and while it has been under a year of me being a fan I have grown up around motorsports my whole life. Anyways enough with the sappiness I am just so thankful! 

I am trying to make my blog more interactive and while I love my pizza menu creating an entire fic from plot to porn to aftercare it can become too much so I am starting new AUs so while I am working on requests I can still make sure to keep you fed! Here are the introductions to the new universe here at Lee-Lee’s!

*Means once the first fic is posted they are open for requests to start building the AU! I also wrote in the TW what their hashtag will be so you can find all the requests for each on there! If I haven’t marked one of your favorites let me know and if there is enough of you guys interested I will add them! I want to keep it to only a few at first so I can keep each AU active

Porn Star! Carlos X Innocent! Reader*

Plot: Y/N is your average university student studying abroad in Spain for a few semesters when she stumbles across a Spanish speaking porn star. While her spanish was far from perfect she could understand his dirty talk clear as day. She can’t help her little panties getting soaked. Once she had exhausted his Twitter to it’s fullest she breaks down and buys herself the top subscription to his Only Fans. She’s quiet and lurks in the distance but as she grows more desperate for the beautiful man she grows more bold. Somehow one thing leads to another and she’s on a call with Carlos begging to cum for him.

Sneak Peak:

“You’re not cumming until I get my hands on you”

TW: First Orgasm, CORRUPTION, loss of virginity… #porn star! carlos

Tattoo Artist! Lewis X Piercer! Reader*

Plot: Lewis has trained Y/N to be the perfect piercer but when his thoughts start turning unprofessional he can’t help himself to a new piercing… 8 to be exact. Y/N had completed several genital piercings in her time as a piercer but never has it been on someone she knew so personally so when her boss grows hard under her touch she can’t help but turn the relationship a bit unprofessional.

Sneak Peak:

“Yes 8 each spaced an inch apart” 

TW: Body Modifications, oral, pleasure dom! Lewis… #tattoo artist! lewis

Virgin! Oscar X PR! Manager Reader

Plot: Oscar could admit being a 23 year old virgin was a bit insane but in his defense he was to focussed on racing to be thinking about girls, but when he meets his new PR manager who has quickly become like a second mom despite the close age. After a drunk confession Y/N makes it her new mission to teach Oscar all things women and sex!

Sneak Peak:

“Osc, you don’t have to be so gentle”

TW: Sex lessons (all sex basics), Sub! Oscar

Charles X Pay for Sex! Reader

Plot: After his recent break up with his long term girl friend Charles can’t help himself but start looking on some shady websites. When he finds a “pay for sex” site curiosity got the best of him and when he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on he couldn’t not book himself a night. When he realizes he could purchase her for an extended stay he quickly writes her our an email with an attached deposit. After some communication she is fully prepared for her weekend in Monaco

Sneak Peak:

“Cumming already? God you’re never gonna want to leave”

TW: Free Use

Pierre X Tori X Max*

Plot: When Tori finally admits to her boy friend Pierre that their sex life was rather shit what she least expects is for him to come back a few days later with some grand plan. The plan in question is having a threesome… with another man, and not just any man but his teammate Max Verstappen. Y/N is even more shocked walking into Max’s apartment to find out he had a sex dungeon. A room he designed and built with the sole purpose of exploring all kinds of kinks.

Sneak Peak:

“We have a list of kinks we’re going to try tonight”

TW: Bondage, Sex Toys, Double Penetration, Edging, Multiple Orgasms

Lando X Luisha X Reader*

Plot: Lu and Y/N have been childhood best friends and on occasions more than friends. The two girls had shared their first kiss with each other, and some of their other first while they were in their later teens but when Lu started dating Lando it all kind of stopped. But after a nasty fight between Lando and Lu, Lu seeks the affection from her best friend. From then it became sneaky kisses, flirty comments, and far more sleepovers than the average 25 year old girls. When Lando catching them in the act they fear everything is about to crumble, but to their shock his only rule for their new dynamic was he got to join the fun sometimes.

Sneak Peak:

"I'm not mad, just sad I wasn't invited"

TW: wlw, Cheating, threesome… #Poly! Lando 

Oscar X Bookwarm! Reader

Plot: Y/N is your typical book worm. She reads all types of books from classics, to thrillers, and even self help books but when she gets a hyper fixation on spicy romance novels she can’t help the dirty thoughts running through her head. On what she thought was a private call she admits to her best friend that a part of her wished Oscar fucked her the way some book boyfriend fuck, but didn’t know how to bring it up to him since she was already satisfied in bed and didn’t want to hurt her longterm boyfriend feelings. 

Sneak Peak:

“Go on, read it to me”

TW: Oral, rough sex

Frat Boy! Lando X Sorority President! Reader*

Plot: Y/N and Lando have been friends since their freshman year at the University of Alabama where they met while pledging for their respective house. Their friendship grew quick and while they had their share of intimate moments throughout the year it takes one beginning of the year party for everything to change.

Sneak Peak:

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this"

TW: Cross faded sex… #Frat! Lando

Retired! Sebastian X Eloise! Driver*

Plot: When Eloise Harris was announced as the newest rookie to the 2025 grid after Checo was essentially fired she was completely stunned when her manager called her to let her know that her childhood hero is asking if she had a mentor. As the season is set to begin Sebastian comes up with the bright idea of having a reward and punishment system. While it started with small gifts or extra workouts it eventually started to morph into something more taboo.

Sneak Peak:

“Been such a good girl all weekend”

TW: Dom/Sub, Edging, Spanking

Gabriel X Older! Reader*

Plot: Y/N Norris is Lando’s twin sister and works for Mclaren in their stategry department. When she meets their development driver who will be joining Kick Sauber at the end of the season, she can’t help but notice the blushing cheeks or the wandering eyes of the young boy. When she comes across his Raya account she got curious and ended matching with him. That’s when sneaky meet ups and quickies start to become a regular occurrence. 

Sneak Peak:

“Shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen, I’m so sorry”

TW: Quickies, Secretive, Caught… #Rookie! Gabi

Single Dad! Kimi R X Nanny! Reader*

Plot: When the newly divorced Kimi realizes he needs some extra help during race weekends when his ex wife decides to runaway with some French model leaving him to raise their 3 year old twins on his own. When his teammate suggest getting a nanny the two of them search for the perfect nanny who is qualified enough to take care of 2 young toddlers. When they found Y/N they knew she was perfect. It was almost instant that Kimi knew having a woman like Y/N was going to be far harder than he realized. He assumes his quiet demeanor is covering his track but Y/N finds the cameras in her room almost instantly.

Sneak Peak:

“Kimi, I know you’ve been watching me at night”

TW: Stalking… #Single Dad! Kimi

CEO! Toto X Assistant! Reader*

Plot: When Toto hires Y/N he had no idea the lowkey bootcamp she was going to turn the Mercedes garage into. She took over some of Toto’s smaller jobs like making sure the new stylist was picking appropriate clothing for the boys or making sure their nutritionists where feeding them enough food. But when she starts assisting Toto with more personal things a quite unprofessional relationship starts to develop. 

Sneak Peak:

"Get on your knees under my desk"

TW: Sensual… #CEO! Toto

Nico H X Ollie’s Older Sister! Olivia*

Plot: Nico first noticed Olivia around the paddock pretty early into the season but when she showed up in the Haas garage with Oliver Bearman it takes him roughly 5 seconds to realize she was the older sister. Nico couldn’t help his wandering eye or the way Y/N is almost always looking in his direction when his eyes find her. When they both end up plastered in Vegas their next actions completely change the direction of their future.

Sneak Peak:

“I’m fucking screwed, Nico!”

TW: Pregnancy, Drunk Sex.... #Dad! Nico

Team Principal! Daniel X Rookie Horner! Reader*

Plot: When Max Verstappen announced his retirement at the end of the 2025 season due to his beautiful daughter being born Red Bull Racing was faced with the challenge of who will replace the 4X World Champion. After a long debate the settled on Y/N Horner the oldest daughter of Christian Horner. Red Bull knew he could no longer be the Team Principal so who better to replace Christian than Daniel Ricciardo, former Red Bull driver. Y/N and Daniel almost instantly start butting heads. He thinks she’s too cocky and was only handed her seat while she was on a mission to prove her boss wrong and keep her seat. She would do anything to keep her seat.

Sneak Peak:

“Oh come on princess, P6 isn’t good enough to cum”

TW: DUB CON! Coercion… #Team Principal! Daniel

2024 F1 Grid X Paddock Bunny! Reader (requests are always open for the Paddock Bunny Series)

Plot: Y/N Brown has been with the majority of the guys on the grid by now but when they get the bright idea of renting out a sex club she gets to bounce from room to room exploring an intimate moment with each driver and their favorite kinks.

Sneak Peak:

"Get ready for a long night, Bunny"

TW: Gang Bang, Toys, Rough, Breeding

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Okay Alder so I thought of this while studying and I must share (and concentrate, dammit). Anyway I started randomly thinking about TOA but with one of the female goddesses, because I feel like it could be a really interesting exploration of feminism and the lack of autonomy for women and stuff, and I was like "Well which goddess would it be?" and then I was like HERA.

Hear me out. So like idk why exactly it happens, maybe Zeus just got fed up with the fights or something, but anyway Hera is forcibly removed from Olympus and stripped of her powers, turned mortal, etc. She meets Meg, who I feel like she would honestly like a lot, despite being a demigod. I can see her trying to teach Meg manners and how to be a lady and Meg just being like "Nope. I must pursue my destiny of being a chaos gremlin." I would still have her at least try Percy's apartment, because while of course he would tell her to fuck off, I think Sally would have some sympathy and I think they could have a really interesting conversation woman-to-woman, especially as survivors of abusive marriages.

I'm going back and forth between Hera being a middle-aged mortal (because I doesn't really matter to her what she looks like), but I think it would also be really interesting if she was a teenager, because teenage girls have far less power than grown women, and it would be really interesting to have her be the same age as many of Zeus' victims.

Anyway thought?

OKAY. SO. THIS IS ACTUALLY SOMETHING I'VE TALKED ABOUT WITH CHRONIC ON DISCORD. A WHILE AGO.

the main difference is that we were discussing how ToA would go if Apollo was joined by Hera in punishment, and by god it was a god-tier idea. spoiler: the moment they figure out what is going on, they immediately turn on the other and blame them XD

CUE THE FORCED STEPMOTHER-STEPSON "THIS IS OUR GET-ALONG ROADTRIP" ACTION!!!!!!

and even in this version, I do agree that this would be a excellent opportunity to really dig into woman's struggles in today's day and age, and even compare/contrast them with the ancient world's! because let's face it, there were pros and cons in both times. tho i'd say we have more pros nowadays, but that ALSO depends on where you live and all that. very complex but also not if you really try :3

BUT. your mention of Hera & Meg bonding REALLY made me excited because Chronic and I have talked about this too! This would be SUUUUCH an interesting dynamic!! Hera could help boost Meg's self-esteem, not only just helping her feel comfortable in her body when she's wearing more "fancy" clothes (because those are the clothes usually forced onto her by Nero, so Hera helping her essentially "reclaim" them for herself can be Female Empowerment whoop whoop!), but also just by gaining more confidence in herself.

On the flip side, I feel like Meg would be a GREAT person to get Hera to "loosen up" per say. You can't convince me Hera was Stone-Cold her whole life. nuh-uh. and you bet I think Meg could draw that old Hera out from that mask.

not to mention that Hera knows Demeter quite well. that would be an very interesting conversation between her and Meg, especially since Hera may be a bit unsure what to say since Meg was left to suffer under the thumb of an abusive emperor for years without her mother ever knowing. I think Hera might struggle with balancing making Demeter look good (perchance this be an opportunity to dig into Hera's toxic idea of "perfect families"? making them look good even when you really shouldn't?) and being honest with Meg. Even though Hera is a crafty goddess, I don't think she'd be very comfortable with straight-up lying about her family- she values that bond far too much.

Chronic and I discussed this AU as if Hera was in a middle-aged mortal body, mostly so we had that aunt-niece bond with Meg, and stepmom-stepson one with Apollo, but also because of our thoughts on "what would Hera consider to be undesirable in a mortal form?", much like how Apollo was horrified to be in a normal teenage boy body. So we thought "wrinkles, probably. don't even need that many, just a few would probably make her freak out." because she is a god, and is def NOT used to normal things like wrinkles lol there were other ideas too i just can't think of them at the moment lol

I can see teenage Hera working for an AU where it's just her and Meg, or even with Apollo still! It would be extremely funny if at some point, Apollo just turns around on Hera and says, deadpan, "Okay, Mom." to a literal sixteen year old.

not. not to mention. how The Burning Maze could go. explore that Juno-Jason relationship/dynamic. Chronic once suggested that Hera could get seriously injured saving Jason, so there's food for thought >:3

also. can you imagine the Triumvirate's panic when they realize they don't just got one ex-god to deal with. they got two now, and it's the fucking Queen of Olympus herself.

boys i'd start running if i were you mwhahahaahah!!

[lheslie]

Taehoon with a Daughter

A Request by: @understandmypovs

Hope you like it!!!

Oh goodness. You have gave birth to a carbon copy of Taehoon.

When Taehoon first met his daughter a sense of parental protectiveness had appear on him. Just like what his father felt when Taehoon was born.

He smiled at the young figure he was holding.

"Aweee that's cute."

"Shut the fuck up"

Taehoon takes extra care of her, he would buy her little dresses and a tiny dobok for her. He would even carry her around the Dojang.

Taehoon would flex his kid to Hobin.

"My kid is cuter than yers."

"She's going to rule Taekwondo one day."

Taehoon always holds his daughter and has her on a baby wrap, strap or stroller.

He would try and learn how to Take care of her.

"Aight, don't make it too hard on me or we'll have some problems here kiddo."

"Fuckin hell did you just take a shit?"

"Fuck thats one nasty vomit."

"Fuck, never vomit, shit or pee in my dobok." he said as he wipes the vomit on his shirt and removes it.

He made sure he'd never carry her after she'd been fed or without a cover on his dobok.

Taehoon would never miss her first words, first teeth or steps in the world.

When your daughter started walking.

"OH SHIT THATS MY GIRL! SHE'S GOING TO RULE TAEKWONDO ONE DAY!"

Your daughter likes Taekwondo like his father.

She likes to follow on Taehoon's foot steps on learning Taekwondo.

Taehoon's happy that his daughter wants to learn Taekwondo.

But he's afraid of injuring her because in his eyes she's like a cute little angel.

She follows on Taehoon's actions and imitates them.

She even learned how to curse because of Taehoon.

Which got you mad at Taehoon.

"Oi, don't curse. Yer too young to be cursin" He said scolding the child.

He's weak to his daughter's pleas and cries.

She's always spoiled rotten because of Taehoon.

Taehoon would Teach her everyday on how to protect herself.

At first day at school Taehoon was so hesitant to send his daughter away.

"She's still a baby in diapers!" Taehoon says

Before she went to school, Taehoon taught her on how to kick someone in the balls.

He also taught her how to stand up for herself.

"Look if ya think yer getting cornered and need back up call me.'

She's very confident about herself and is very spoiled rotten by her father.

So when the time comes she needs her father, she know that he will always be there for her.

And in the future? Relationships?

His Daughter is too young to be in a Relationship, her suitors must defeat Taehoon first because no one can ever be good enough for his kid.

[marvelita85]

Vermithor was flying all around the red keep all morning it seems as he felt Visenya's pain even if it was a good one many would say she in that state wanted to rip the maesters head off

- Im in labor imbecile im brining a child to this damn world... you wont tell me how to behave for your conviniance.....- another contraction and she double in pain grabing one of her bed post, another comment from Orklide and she was fed up - thats it get him out of here.... i dont... want any male around me until this child screams out of me..... OUT!!! - Queen Rhaenyra was informed of her daughter's labors and she left her hand to handle the rest of her day Lord Corlys accepted and took Lucerys with him to start learning about how to rule as he would be Drifmark heir

- my sister... is she going to be alright grandfather?

- Visenya is as strong as your mother and the queen brought 4 children into this world, she will be just fine

Rhaenyra arrived to Visenya's chambers, saw Aemond standing looking very nervous but trying not to show it, she smile touching her brother's shoulder and he looked at her....Rhaenyra only smile dissapearing inside the room

- how could you do this 4 times....- Visenya said looking at her mother....

- princess you have to breath....- Visenya tried to followed their commands and she grab her mothers hands - now push - Visenya was kniling and grabbing both of Rhaenyra's hands, the queen maids help brining the baby out and as the first cries fill the room

- its a boy princess

- healthy? - the queen asked...

- very much your grace - Visenya had her boy in her arms and all the pain dissapeared.... the looks were much like Visenya and Aemond, holding Targaryen trades silvery hair and the blues eyes when he opened his eyes

- hello you... Im your mom - after the afterbirth came out Visenya was cleaned and Aemond could entered his rooms to finally meet his child

- how are they...

- mother and child are very healthy brother...

- thank you... your grace - it wasnt easy for Aemond to aknowledge Rhaenyra as the queen but after Aegon succesfully fleed to Dragonstone and bend the knee to her there wasnt much to do about the legitimisation of the true air... after that Rhaenyra assended the throne, forgave her siblings and as time proceded Aemond and Visenya got married as it was Viserys wish to unified the family and now they were wecoming their child, the future heir to the throne....

- hello.... you are going to meet your father....

- are you alright?

- yes... it was painfull but is all forgoten having him here....

- you have the heir in your hands Visenya....

- you help in the making Aemond... you will have a very hard job now.... teaching him how to be king - Visenya always tried to resured Aemond even when he didnt have a dragonand now they were an unity and have a son she kept inspiring him to be better she even talked to Rhaenyra for Aemond to be included in the small council, as Rhaenyra didnt have any use for blavkfire it was given to Aemond as dark Sister was Daemon's

- he needs a name...

- what do you think about Baelor.... it was your and my fathers father.... deem apropiate for the future king...- Aemond kiss her temple carresing Baelor's head

- is perfect.... - Visenya close her eyes exausted and Aemond grab the baby in his arms letting her rest...

- my prince...the queen mother wished for the baby to be brought to her...Aemond realised it wasnt the first time his mother has done that

- if my mother wants to see my son she can come here... she is no queen anymore.... she will make herself remind of that before she dares to make my wife exaused for her sake

- she did that to my mother you know.... i was the only one that was spare because of my looks all my brothers had to be brough to her

- she cant do that anymore.... your mother forgave her and she still thinks entirled to order us...

- she did it for you and your siblings, if it depended of me she would have the same end your grandfather Lord Strong and the traitors of the small council

- and I thanked you didnt insist on it... but she needs to learn her place

Alicent didnt like it one bit but she was alone all her children were away from her and now Aemond was a father and his son would be the heir of the throne Rhaenyra's reing was asured that afther another queen there would be a king and the Lord of Westeros were alright with it

Baelor recived a dragon egg from his uncles Jace and Luke and many other gifts from Visenya's other siblins, Aegon II joked about taking him to know the brothels around kingslanding and won Aemond's look it was enough to bring fear

Helaena lived in another reality but her words for Baelor were of prospery and loved her wish was Jahaera would be married to him and Visenya was not oposed to that idea but as Baela and Jace were to have a baby probably the queen would want her to be queen along with her son

Aemond went to fly with Vaghar to reasured Vermithor hia rider was alright and resting,Vermithor seem to understand and flu with Vaghar for a time before he dissapeared into the horizon of dragonatone... he didnt like the pit to stay and nor him or Visenya could blame him for that

[beneathsilverstars]

DO YOU HAVE ANY. headcanons about!! families?? outside of the party??

if not, relationships with food / cooking :]

Mira's family dynamics I talked about recently! Only child, lots of pressure to be her parents' perfect coddled baby, they loved her but couldn't love her bc they never gave her space to be herself. Let's say she has a mom and a dad, both trans. I think her parents struggled with infertility and had a previous late-term miscarriage — lots of time to desperately plan out their perfect family, and not much hope of a second child on whom to pin any of those dreams. They're so sad that she's not really in contact with them anymore, but they don't push it because they know they did something wrong, even if they don't quite get what they should've done instead.

Mira tried her best to go along with their plans and act properly as a child, but withdrew more and more as a teenager, then left at age 16. She didn't run away, and technically her parents gave their blessing, but they had a huge fight about it which had never really happened before. Sometimes Mira considers reaching out, but she feels too guilty about making her dad cry like that, and then upset that she feels guilty, etc. Easier to stay strangers.

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Isabeau we know has a huge family! I think he has three older siblings and two younger (which means he has no older child responsibility, but also no younger child attention). Let's make them up real quick! But only with initials, I can't pull out names that fast.

31 - F - rebellious, angrily resists getting parentified 30 - J - overly kind, helps raise the younger kids, stressed 27 - M - neat freak, lots of hobbies/activities 24 - Isa - quiet, allergic to bothering anyone 23 - D - very sensitive both emotionally and sensorily 21 - L - fussy baby to loud and rambunctious child

The combination of D and L was very difficult! L knocks over D's tower, D starts wailing, L starts screaming, D cries so hard they throw up, etc. Also L's favorite activity from age 2-4 was escaping the house and exploring by herself! And that's why she was the last kid.

Let's say, two moms. Decent people, and good parents for the older couple kids at first, they love kids and looove babies! But they're a bit impulsive, and very stubborn, and really started to struggle with the last two kids. They still did a pretty good job with the most urgent issues, but they just didn't have time or energy for anything that wasn't an urgent issue.

Isabeau's parents often praised him for being so easy — you never cause trouble, you take care of yourself, you're so responsible! So he never went to them when he did maybe need help. Got good at teaching himself skills and repressing difficult emotions and not taking up space. Didn't protest chores, or other people not doing their chores. Didn't invite friends over. Didn't complain. Oh, Isabeau, so self-sufficient you hardly know he's there!

He got really good at reading a room! He's seen many a tantrum and argument, and quietly learned which resolution methods worked better or worse and even usually reasoned out why. He just... never did anything with that knowledge, because stepping in to mediate involves stepping in and becoming part of that conflict. Scary! And it's not like any of his siblings would listen to him, anyway, they barely remember he exists.

For the first half of his childhood, one of his mom's siblings lived with them too, along with their two kids. The cousins were nice enough, but 2 and 5 years older than F, and kinda fed up with all the young children pestering them. Though, out of everyone Isa was the favorite of the younger of the two, because he wasn't annoying and made a useful sounding board for her schoolwork. Isa got to learn about advanced topics and sometimes receive cool trinkets! Still not a super strong relationship, but he was devastated when she reached adulthood and moved out.

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We know Odile's mom left when she was very young, I'm gonna say 1.5 years. She got past the baby period and went fuck, it's not getting easier? It's just getting different kinds of difficult? It's going to be difficult for the next 16.5 years??? And skedaddled. Odile's dad had also been ready for things to settle back into normalcy now that the baby was sleeping through the night and eating normal food, and was absolutely blindsided by his partner leaving. He got extremely depressed and relied a lot on community support to help care for Odile for the next little while.

Once Odile was walking and talking like a person, he was able to pull himself together and be there for her, and loved her so ferociously. But sometimes her laugh or something would remind him too much of her mom and he would kinda check out for the rest of the day. He hated thinking about his ex and then he'd start to hate her and then get so, so sad. Maybe even hate Odile for a moment and get even sadder. Why can't he just be content? Odile's the only light in his life, she's what makes everything worth it, why does he still wish he had her mom back instead?

Pobody's nerfect though and he did pretty well! Odile was a fairly cranky toddler because she just couldn't do all of the things that she so desperately wanted to be able to do (also trauma), but once she got past those first 5 years of constant developmental leaps, she mellowed out a lot. So she didn't mind hanging out and coloring or reading a book by herself while her dad was "taking a nap" (staring at the ceiling fighting his inner demons). And she love love loved all the things he did with her, reading and gardening and especially shopping — she got to write the grocery list and count out the money and everything! She got cranky-frustrated again as a teen, on top of increasingly complex feelings about her mom and realizing her dad is depressed as fuck, but they had a strong enough bond to make it through that phase okay.

At some point in her 20s Odile made him go to therapy! It helped, and so did anti-depressants. He even started dating again eventually and now has a nice husband, who Odile was quite wary of at first and generally not interested in getting to know. She's glad her dad is happier now, though! I think he's still alive during ISAT, but getting fairly old since he and his wife were a bit on the older side when Odile was born.

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Bonnie is 11 years old during canon and Pétronille is 20; she ran away from home when Bonnie was 4 and she was freshly 14. She saw that their parents were starting to treat Bonnie the way they treated her, now that they were a full kid instead of a useless toddler, and she got them the fuck out of there!

(cw for the next paragraph: abusive parents, person who is both abusive and mentally ill and abused)

Nille is bipolar with psychotic symptoms, and I've been going back and forth on this but I'm gonna say yes it runs in the family and her mom was bipolar as well. She didn't really give a shit about her kids, she had them because that's what you do! She made Nille do most of the housekeeping, and help with her schemes to turn their lives around for real this time: surely if I perfect this recipe I can open a restaurant, surely if we rearrange the furniture I'll stop hating this house, surely if I buy and wear the right necklace my partner will love me again, etc. The second baby was an attempt to fix her relationship, and while she'd thought baby Nille was cute and had enjoyed the intense new baby-mom relationship, she got sick of baby Bonnie even faster and foisted their care onto Nille. Their dad was worse! He bonded with the person he did because he knew she'd be totally reliant on him, and he had kids because he wanted more people to control. Mom sometimes tried to stand up for the kids, but always quickly gave up and withdrew more or turned on them instead.

So! Nille stole her mom's jewelry, put Bonnie in a wheelbarrow and walked as far as she could. She ended up in Bambouche. She started working for a trio who fished and ran a shop/restaurant; she prepared the fish and washed dishes and other odd jobs, and she was allowed to bring Bonnie with her. Some people offered to take the two of them in, or babysit Bonnie, but she did not trust like that. So everyone just quietly patronized that shop a little extra so the trio could afford to do things like say "oh no I bought this huge bag of the wrong kind of rice, can't just serve a different kind, but I don't want it, guess I'll throw it away unless you could use it..?"

Eventually she started trusting her neighbors enough to directly accept leftovers and hand-me-downs, let Bonnie play at their houses, etc. Right in time for her bipolar disorder to really hit! She tried so hard to keep forcing herself through the motions for Bonnie, but one day she went into work manically ranting about how she was going to destroy Bonnie's life just like her parents did hers and her bosses were like woah there! They closed shop for the day to focus on checking on Bonnie and making sure they had babysitting arranged, finding Nille a therapist, and reassuring Nille that Bonnie was safe, and everyone will help make sure that Bonnie stays safe, and she can get help too so she can keep being a great gaurdian.

By pre-canon she is on anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers and knows a fuckton of coping mechanisms! She fishes now and sells her catches herself, and while she works Bonnie goes to school and runs around the village with the other kids and pesters travelers for stories and whatnot.

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I don't have super solid headcanons for Siffrin's family yet because it makes me soo sad to imagine their family missing them or not-missing them or obliterated. So I'm trying to let myself just leave it open so I can practice the skill of "deciding on worldbuilding facts as they become relevant to your story instead of typing out an entire bible first". But let's say he had three parents and two siblings, which is pretty standard for the island, and lots of cousins and family friends. Someone or other is holding a huge cookout at least twice a week, and, and Siffrin was a really kind-but-mischievious older sibling and, bwahhhh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He sailed off for a couple hours at age 15 because his baba's super strict about everyone trying a bite of every food every time, yes even if you're sure you hate it it's important to be a good example for the younger kids and who knows maybe you'll like it this time! So Siffrin ran off to prove that he was basically an adult and not actually beholden to their rules, and they should appreciate his presence and take him seriously instead of treating him like a clueless baby.

:(

[callsign-dexter]

A Father's Fury

Summary: Maverick has a talking to Bradley and Jake for scaring his little girl.

Parinigs: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, semi-yelling,

First Installment: Maverick's Little Co-Pilot

Second Installment: A Father's Fury

Master List

It's not like Jake and Bradley came right out and said 'Oh hey Y/N your dad and pseudo brother almost died and left you alone.' No, it was more like they were left in charge of her and they didn't think she was listening, so they talked about the mission. What they didn't plan on was that she understood and took listening very well. For only being 3 she was really smart. Since they scared her their punishment was to teach a bunch of obnoxious cocky new Top Gun cadets, think of a room filled with a bunch of young Jakes and Mavericks, nobody liked to teach them because they never listened and they thought they were hot stuff because they did make it to Top Gun.

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Jake and Bradley had gotten tasked with watching Y/N for the night. Maverick had decided to meet up with some of the class of '86 Top Gun students. They had decided to go out to The Hard Deck. Jake and Bradley had just arrived at the Mitchell Household. They had just walked into the house when Maverick started talking to them. Maverick was holding Y/N who was currently playing with his aviators and putting them on, further making her look like a Mini Maverick.

"Her bedtime is at 10 PM. Supper is at 7 PM, it is in the fridge all you have to do is heat it up. There is enough for all three of you. Absolutely and I'm absolutely no sugar after 9 PM, you will never be able to get her down if she has sugar." Maverick told them and they listened intently "She should be fine playing by herself but loves it when you play with her. She shouldn't need a bath but, Bradley knows how to give her one if needed." He said and started handing her over to Bradley. He turned to Jake when he started speaking.

"We got it Pops." Jake said sounding confident but boy was he in for a surprise. Bradley was aware of the stories and having had babysat her but now that she was moving around he was in for a surprise as well.

"I'll be back at 11 PM so after she goes to bed." Maverick said taking his aviators from his little girl's face while smiling at her. "If something goes wrong or if you need me, call me." He finished.

"Seriously, we got it Mav." Bradley said and turned to Y/N when she touched his mustache. Maverick nodded and turned to his little girl.

"Sweetheart," Maverick said and she turned to him "You be good for Bradley and Jake." He continued and she nodded her head.

"Otay, Daddy. I be good for Roo and Jakey." She said and Maverick smiled along with Bradley and Jake rolled his eyes at the nickname but smiled since it was her saying it. Maverick walked over to her and kissed her head then he walked over and grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

Now it was just Y/N, Bradley, and Jake. It was silent for a few minutes when Y/N wanted down. Bradley let her down and she took off. They looked at each other.

"So what do we do now?" Jake asked

"We watch her, make sure she doesn't get hurt, get her fed, and put her to bed." Bradley said and Jake nodded and looked at his watch.

"It's 6:30 PM now. Do we need to go ahead and get supper going?" He asked and Bradley nodded his head.

"Probably should." Bradley said "Go ahead and get it started and I'll get MJ." He said and Jake nodded.

Bradley started to walk to her room and when he walked in he found her playing with her toys. He smiled. He was there when she was born and there for most of her life. He was the first to give her the name MJ when he saw her, she was Maverick reincarnated. "MJ, ready to get washed up for supper?" He asked her and she looked up at him.

"No wash up." She said and he sighed here goes the stubbornness and went back to playing.

"MJ." He said sternly she looked at him and he had a look that he wasn't playing around. She also respected him and did as she was told. Y/N got up and walked over to him raised her hands and he picked her up. He walked into the bathroom and had her wash her hands and when she was done it was 7:00 PM. He walked into the kitchen to find Jake already had plates out and was putting food on them. Jake looked up to find them coming into the kitchen.

"Looks like Pops has left some Spaghetti." Jake said and Y/N clapped.

"Yay! Pasketti!" She cried out in a high-pitched voice that had Bradley moving his ear away from her. He walked over and put her in her booster seat and strapped her in as Jake brought the plates over. Most of the supper was just Y/N talking nonstop and then refusing to eat her food. She eventually did eat and then it was time for her to play.

It was getting close to 9 PM and Bradley and Jake were trying to convince Y/N to get into her pajamas. She was running around and they were chasing her. "Y/N/N please get into your pajamas." Jake pleaded as she settled and looked at him.

"No." She said and took off, Jake sighed and looked at Bradley and he just shrugged.

"Help." Jake said while looking at Bradley who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen since he had already tried and failed.

"You got this." Bradley said and Jake rolled his eyes. Bradley wanted Jake to handle it since he thought it was so easy. After 2 more failed attempts and then Bradley stepping in she finally put on her pajamas. It was 9:30 PM when they sat down on the couch and she was playing in front of them while a kid-friendly movie was on.

Bradley and Jake were exhausted but more so Jake. "You know something?" Jake asked.

"What is that?" Bradley replied not looking at him but Y/N.

"This was more stressful than The Uranium Mission and having to listen to Maverick and you get shot down." Jake said and Bradley nodded.

"You got that right. It made Maverick and I almost dying look like a piece of cake in The Uranium Mission." Bradley said and then he saw Y/N go still and slowly turn to look at him. Bradley and Jake's eyes widened. They didn't think she was listening.

"Daddy die?" She asked with a doe eyed look in her eyes and tears forming.

"Y/N/N-" Jake began but she was already up and running to her room.

"I'll go take care of her." Bradley said after the shock worn off. He got up and took off after her leaving Jake behind.

Bradley got to her room where she was lying on her bed sobbing. He walked in and sat on her bed rubbing her back "MJ, honey." He said and she looked up at him and sat up.

"It true?" She asked and Bradley nodded not wanting to lie to her and she started to cry more and climbed onto his lap and sobbed into his shirt while he hugged her.

"But Jake saved us and we're here with you." Bradley said and she looked up at him.

"Jakey saved Daddy and Roo?" She asked and he smiled at her nickname for him.

"That's right." He said and he looked at his watch it was 10 PM. "Want to go to sleep?" He asked her and she nodded. So he started her routine and she was out like a light. He tucked her in and turned off the light as he walked out of her room cracking the door.

Bradley walked out to the living room where Jake was watching a football game. He turned when he heard Bradley "How did it go?" He asked.

"She cried but I told her that you saved us, then I put her to sleep." Bradley said as he sat down and Jake nodded.

"Are we going to tell Maverick?" Jake asked him and Bradley shook his head.

"No." Bradley said not wanting to deal with a father's fury but didn't know that would be his downfall.

They sat and watched the game until Maverick arrived home. "How was it?" He asked as he finished putting his stuff away and walked into the living room.

"It was good. She can be a little rebel at times though." Jake said and Maverick laughed and nodded. He bid them a goodnight and left. Maverick walked into his little girl's room and smiled. He walked over and kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you, Sweetheart." He whispered and he walked out of the room and got ready for bed.

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That is how they found themselves in Maverick’s office, before classes started, getting a stern talking to by their Captain. Maverick was sitting down with the two men in front of him sitting down.

"Did you tell my daughter that I was in an accident and that I almost died?" He asked looking up with fury in his eyes. Jake and Bradley went white.

"We didn't know she was listening." Bradley began.

"We thought she was watching the movie and playing with her toys. We also didn't know she would understand." Jake said getting nervous.

"You know she's smart for her age, right? She's also very observant." Maverick said with the same amount of fury.

"We're sorry Mav. We know she's smart and observant she's a mini you." Bradley said and he nodded.

"Yes, we are truly sorry." Jake said

"For scaring my daughter half to death and giving her separation anxiety, which is taking time to get her over. I'm making you teach the newest group of Top Gun cadets, who are difficult to teach and cocky, for 2 weeks." Maverick said and they both knew what group they were talking about, nobody wanted to teach them because they never listened to anything. Bradley and Jake's faces filled with horror.

"Maverick-" They both began but he wasn't having any of it.

"End of discussion. You both are dismissed." He said and they both left with a soured mood and frowns on their face. They had walked into the rec room where the rest of the group was.

"What's up with both of you?" Natasha asked

"Maverick assigned us to the group of cadets nobody wants to teach because we scared MJ." Bradley said and everyone grimaced they heard of that group and were just glad they hadn't gotten them.

Class started and Bradley and Jake were already regretting it. It took 10 minutes to get them to settle down and listen. Each time they looked up Maverick was back there smirking as they glared at him. He just shrugged his shoulders in a way of saying 'you brought this upon yourselves'. Each day he sat in the back watching them when they weren't up in the air.

Cyclone walked in one day "What is going on?" He asked Maverick quietly and Maverick looked at him and then back to the two men.

"They scared my kid enough to give her separation anxiety, their punishment is to teach this cocky group of cadets for a week." Maverick said and he watched Cyclone nodded from his peripheral vision.

"Nice. Carry on." Cyclone said in a proud manner and walked out and that made Maverick smile knowing he did something that Cyclone approved of.

On the last day of their teaching, he brought Y/N so that each time they looked up and saw her they would be reminded of what they had done. Each time they did they felt guilty. They dismissed the cadets to go and get ready to go up in the jets when they stopped to talk to Maverick and Y/N.

"We're truly sorry, Mav." They both said and the same time.

"It's not me whom you should be apologizing to although I do appreciate it and expect it." Maverick said they turned to the little girl in his arms.

"MJ we are sorry for scaring you and thinking that your daddy would leave you." Bradley said

"We are really sorry Y/N/N. It won't happen again." Jake said.

"It otay, Jakey and Roo." She said and held her arms out to Jake and he took her and hugged her and then she did the same to Bradley. She then went back to her daddy.

"You two are done after this day of teaching this group of cadets. You will go back to teaching your regular classes." Maverick said and they seemed like they visibly relaxed.

"Thank you so much Mav. We promise it won't happen again." Bradley said and Jake nodded in agreement.

"Good. Now go." Maverick said and they scurried off. Maverick took Y/N back to his office where he stayed for most of the day, while she played, ate, drank her juice, and took naps.

No aviator, WSO, nor person, military or not, was safe from a father's fury especially when it came to Maverick and his daughter.

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The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 30)

Summary: Rosie struggles a bit during her pregnancy. Thinking about her own mother only makes her nauseous, and not because of morning sickness. A solution is found and nature does the rest.

Thirty Years Old

Of course, we were at Baker Street the first time the baby kicked. Not surprising since we lived there, it was the occasion rather, Timothy’s birthday.  Dad and Papa came up from Sussex to celebrate with us, and the moment I hugged Dad, a violent kick made me wince.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Dad asked worried.

“The baby,” I whispered. “It kicked. For the first time.”

Dad beamed at me, as if it was his presence that elicited this action. Papa looked proudly at him, and I just knew that this baby would be spoiled beyond belief. My parents were already besotted. Not that Marie and Daniel were less excited, but they’d been through this four times already.

***

The evidence of my pregnancy with my growing belly, didn’t stop me from marvelling in the craziness of it all. Every now and again the thought hit me: you’re having a baby!

Another thing that haunted me occasionally was the thought of my mother. How had she felt about being pregnant with a man that abandoned her? Not that I blamed Dad one bit. She had almost killed Papa, which still made me nauseous, and it stung my heart. Sometimes I was filled with rage aimed at the woman who I’d been inside for nine months. Other times, I pondered if she’d planned it all to end like it did. To save Papa’s life, sacrificing herself. The thoughts were fruitless of course, and for my own sanity, I managed to stop before I was overwhelmed with the need to know.

There was no secret that both my parents had gone to therapy before and after the Eurus business, and Dad suggested that I try it too, to get some tools to cope when the emotions got the better of me. I did, and it helped.

***

Nature is a wonderful thing. After months of discomfort and hours of agony in labour, all was forgotten once our little girl was laid on my chest. She was perfect, obviously. Brown strands of hair and dark eyes, the colour not yet established. The midwife took at photo of the three of us to send to our families in due course. 

“Best not wait too long, or Sherlock might talk Greg into giving him access, the hour be damned,” Timothy quipped.

I sighed and kissed the wonder who slept peacefully, wrapped in soft blankets.

Once the nurse had cleaned me up and I got a room, I fed my daughter, which was an overwhelming experience, and I cried through the whole event. Timothy was a calming presence and burped her when she made it clear that she was full, thank you very much.

“Call them,” Timothy urged.

***

I was anxiously waiting for my first visitors the next day. The day before, or night actually, Papa had insisted on asking uncle Myc to send a car down to Sussex to pick them up and bring them to London asap since the last train had departed hours earlier. Both me and Dad called him childish, and he finally settled on visiting after breakfast the following day.

Papa was almost lost for words when he realised that we’d named our daughter after them. It took Dad a bit longer to grasp it, and they were both teary-eyed and quite soppy when they greeted Joanna Shirley for the first time. She clearly had a thing for Papa’s voice, just like I’d always had, because when she started to wail, he talked her through it, and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Seeing Dad holding my daughter, while Papa encircled Dad’s shoulders, made me tear up again. I was so happy for that little person who had such wonderful people in her life, to spoil her rotten, but also to teach her obscure things, comfort her and support her for as long as they could. It was like seeing my own childhood unfold in front of me. The first years I didn’t remember, and I couldn’t wait to experience that, not to mention adding my uncles into the equation. 

Speaking of…

***

The day I was released from the hospital, Timothy was oddly jittery when I asked if he’d made the last preparations for my return home with an infant.

“Of course,” he assured me.

He was a terrible liar, just like Dad.

It turned out that the forces of nature, which was The Fab Four, had taken matters into their own hands. Timothy had been in charge of making tea and ordering takeaway, while two men, I think you can guess who, did the physical work, while the brothers directed and supervised the remaking of my old room into an extraordinary nursery.

The white walls had been painted sunny yellow; the cot was the one we’d already received from my uncles, a pale green armchair stood in the corner, a bee plushie and Ted were placed on top of the duvet, and a white rug lay on the floor. Bee-patterned curtains, and my own bee-blanket, an oak bookshelf filled with my old books and some new ones, made the room feel welcoming.

“You’re all insane!” I scolded the proud foursome.

“Indeed,” uncle Myc agreed. “Nothing but the best is good enough for my grandniece.”

“And our granddaughter,” Dad and Papa said in unison.

Uncle Greg rolled his eyes at them, but he was unable to hide his pride and the love he felt for his abnormal family.

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Shared Interests [Pt.3]

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Pt.1][Pt.2] [Pt.4]

Daryl's pack loves parties, so you agree to throw one in honor of your daughter.

While you loved having the pack around for celebrations, now was a little too early.

Baby Lily was born all but two days ago and the family members started trickling in already to bring gifts and talk about the big party to celebrate the little one.

Right now all you wanted was rest.

You had allowed the calmest pack mother to come help around the house and teach you about taking care of an infant werewolf, which Daryl also found very helpful seeing he had no clue on how to be a father.

You learned their feeding habits were different from human babies and were shown how the little one easily chowed down small pieces of meat at only a few days old.

Daryl's pack had proven to be a persistant bunch, each member coming over to drop off gifts ranging from full ready meals to toys for the pup. One of Daryl's cousins, the one who had built the crib you had now, had offered to build a kiddie bed too. "for when the kid got too big for her crib."

It was still weird to be so welcomed from day one. Even while being the odd one out you were immediately seen as a part of the pack.

So here you sat with Daryl, discussing when to give the pack their party. It was a tradition and you weren't going to withold them from celebrating. You just had to set some ground rules.

You blessed the weather being nice enough to celebrate outside and planned all the necessary things in record time.

Daryl suggested two weeks would be enough for everyone to have dropped by for their initial visit so the focus could be more on getting together instead of hovering around the newborn.

Laura, your cousin in-law slash house help told you pack stories of herself and other mothers.

Surrounded by their closest pack members even while the pups were being born. All the ladies had seem multiple litters being born because of how normal it was to share those moments. But she also knew Daryl wasn't one of the people who needed folk around him every day. After admitting on one hand she found it sad to not be there when your child was born, she also understood you were human and had other preferences. Besides the fact that your pup came unexpected, a few days early and in the middle of the night.

Two weeks of slow visitation and party prep passed and you had fallen into a pleasant routine around the pup that worked for both you and Daryl. But you started noticing the leftover benefits from carying a wolf pup were fading because the bitemarks left around your nipples weren't healing as quickly anymore.

Daryl had caught your discomfort and made quick work of cornering you for a chat.

"Yer mind's loud. Hear it buzzin' through the walls." You were captured between his frame and the kitchen counter, unable to escape and admit your annoyingly loud thoughts.

"I'm just sore. The wolfblood is filtering out of my body I think." You automatically sulked into him at the annoying confession. You were so used to the faster healing and improved endurance you were sad your weak human self was returning.

"How 'bout we have a serious chat after the party. Cuz I don' want ya feelin' like yer weak just cus yer a human."

You gave him a soft kiss and agreed to wait for the party to be over. Now focusing on getting everything ready for tomorrow.

The day started slow like any other. You were blessed with a child that slept throigh the night as long as she got fed before bed.

While you prepared breakfast Daryl made his way around the house with a complaining Lily in his arms. The second she saw you she wanted to be fed, but making breakfast and feeding her were no tasks to be combined.

Daryl had given her a slice of ham already, but that didn't suffice. Her whines made that very clear.

"Daryl?" Your voice was picked up by your husband and within moments he was at your side. "Just the bacon left. I can go feed her if you wanna finish this?" You already held your arms open to take Lily from him.

Your kitchen held enough space for you to hang out comfortably as Lily had her breakfast and also give you a lovely view of Daryl cooking bacon to go with your egg sandwiches.

Today was gonna be a good day. You had it all planned out and were excited to see the in-laws again.

But first breakfast. With Lily done feeding you could finally start eating. Thankfullyneach pack mom had the same idea and each gifted you a large basket full of puppy items and a note informing the basket itself and the added blanket were perfect to place your newborn in for a bit to rest your arms. You kept one in almost every room, including one next to you on the table.

You coo'ed at her as you placed her in the soft basket, much to Daryl's amusement.

You found the baskets a bit strange at first, but Daryl had convinced you to give them a chance and now you couldn't function without them.

Just as your butt touched yoir chair again, Daryl came up to the table with two large plates of food.

You two ate dinner and went through the day's plans again before cleaning up the dishes and taking turns taking a shower and setting up the last party prep.

You made sure to give Lily her lunchtime feeding so she'd be asleep just before the people started coming in.

With the large double doors to the back porch opened up you had a perfect view of her living room nap spot and worried a bit less about having to stay at her side the whole time.

Folks started coming in, quickly finding you and Daryl to share congratulations and more small gifts.

The farmers had come empry handed, but not without a promise of a large produce delivery coming in tomorrow. The eight wolves living there took care of greens, eggs, milk and meat.

Some parents had brought their kids too, who were all too eager to grab your hands to be lead to the newborn for a look. You admitted to be a bit anxious, but they all behaved exceptionately well. They sat down on the floor and said quiet hello's.

While you were away from the parents one of the older teens came to you. She had a worried look on her face and sat down close to you before speaking softly.

"Can I ask you something?" She had her head almost laying on your shoulder with how close she got, but you let her stay and let her speak.

"How did you react when you found out Daryl was a werewolf?" The question came out so careful, she was clearly afraid of something she didn't share out loud but the memory made you giggle a bit.

"My dad told me, because I love monster movies. Let's just say I reacted really well to it. Otherwise I wouldn't be here and have a kid with him." You gave her your kindest smile but couldn't help to ask what was bothering her so much.

This younger generation was almost perfectly human with the amount of control they had outside of the full moon, so they were allowed to mingle way more than their parents. Ans so it turned out the girl had developed a crush on a human boy.

She had come to you for advice on humans, not having told even her parents yet.

"It's never easy to show your real self to a human. We're not used to seeing werewolves outside of books and TV." Truth was, the monsters on TV were nothing compared to the beautiful creatures that surrounded you now.

"I think my best advice would be to just be you for now, figure out if he likes you as well and then think about more." You had picked up Lily from her spot and were holding her in your lap now. "Maybe the guy ends up being a weirdo, in the bad sense of the word." The comment managed to get a laugh out of her, luckily brightening the mood again just as Daryl came by.

"There y'are. Lost ya for a minute." He bent down to kiss your head as he stared at his kid nephews and nieces all surrounding his wife and child.

And said nephews and nieces were quickly surrounding uncle Daryl, bombarding him with questions. "Why do you only have one puppy? Can we see missus's wolf? Uncle, when are you having a big family we can play with?"

They swarmed him, clinging to his leg and begging for answers. He had picked up the smallest boy and bribed the kids to be calm around the baby if he'd give them answers. "Now listen y'all. 'N sit yer asses down." In a heartbeat the rowdy bunch plopped their butts down in front of him and stared up. "Momma here ain't a wolf. I thought yer parents told y'all tha' already." An array of "whaaat?" and "woooww"s sounded through the room and pairs of eyes peeked over at you before Daryl continued. "The other pack mommas are all wolves, fhey ca have more pups in one go. She's human, an' human ladies only have one pup at a time." Daryl had sat down on his haunches and had let go of his nephew again. "So be kind to 'er. She's family."

"So is the puppy only half puppy?" The genuine curiosity was adorable, knowing they would never mean harm with their questions. But Daryl's carefully chosen words when he answered were so sweet too. "Neh, Lily's all pup. See human ladies can have lil' ones with all kinds of creatures, not just other humans."

Another wave of "woooowww"s came in reply as some got up and ran for their parents to share the newly aquired facts, and others made sure to come to you and state how cool you were.

"So, humans and wolves really do mix better than most humans think, right?" Your original conversation was almost forgotten thanks to the little ones' questionaire.

"Usually humans are scared of things they don't know. But if you show you're not a threat, it could end up going really well." You gave her a soft side-hug and pat her shoulder, Daryl stepping in on her other side. "There's always gon' be older wolves tha'll think yer wrong fer likin' a human. But fuck' em. Ya can date who ya wan'."

Of course Daryl would be the one who agreed with more modern ways of life when it came to befriending humans. He considered his human best friend a brother and now even had a child with one.

"Thanks for being so open towards the pack, about all of this."

Daryl took her hand and pulled her to her feet, grabbing her and giving her the biggest bear hug. "My folks woulda hunted 'er for sport. Glad they ain't around no more. Nothin' wrong with humans when ya pick 'em well."

She gave him a happy nod in return, thanking you both again before heading out to grab a drink.

Parents had started to round up their kids, getting ready to head home after saying their goodbyes. Just in time to catch Merle come in with his truck stacked to the high heavens with moonshine. The older wolves, and even the ones just turned eightteen were offered to take a jar from the crate Merle took to set on the table on his way to his baby brother.

Without missing a beat he grabbed Daryl's wrist, yanked him towards him and put him in an inescapable hug, praising him and congratulating him on the healthy pup. When he let go he went in to give you the same bone crushing hug before he spotted the pup in your arms and backed up. He stepped up a lot more calm and offered a soft squeeze of the arm instead, congratulating you as well in a much softer voice. "Ya look great, momma. 'N so does the lil' nugget." A choked laugh escaped your lips at the name. "Nugget? Your baby niece has a name you know."

"'Course I know 'er name's Lily. Wha' kina uncle would I be if I didn'?"

You laughed together as Daryl silently appriciated Merle's ability to adjust his behavior around the pup.

The men went back outside after you excused yourself to feed Lily one last time today and try and get her to sleep in her nap spot until you were going to bed and taking her upstairs with you.

"Hey, dontchu drink tha' one! Aint yers!" You heard Merle's voice call out, making you head over outside just that bit faster.

Not that there was a fight, but you didn't want to deal with badly behaving wolves.

Merle noticed you walking through the door and handed you a bottle. Not moonshine, but an expensive brand of wine. "Weren't sure if ya'd be drinkin' cuz of the lil' one. Ya can drink it whenever."

You thanked him and brought the bottle inside, not drinking yet for as long as Lily still drank from you.

Outside the adults were getting loud, howling with laughter. You caught Daryl's voice immediately, he was toasting to you, "his pride and joy", praising you until he was out of breath.

You stood at the oposite end of where he was and watched from a distance, appriciating your loving husband's words.

"And cheers to lil' baby Dixon!" Merle shouted after his brother's speech.

While the men were being their rowdy self, the younger wolves had all banded together and were hanging out at the far end of the property while the women had swarmed you to chit chat. Talks about your daughter and husband were what filled the hours until you could barely keep your eyes open. Some of the mothers had decided then it was time to go round up their teens, get them to help drag dad to the car and head back home while you had gotten up to kiss Daryl goodnight.

"Night, momma~!" Merle's voice slurred as he swayed to wrap an arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head. "Good night, Merle. See ya in the morning?" Your sweet smile went straight to his heart, giving you that drunk giggle and nodded. "Ya know I love tha' hammock, find me passed out til' ya bring me some eggs 'n bacon."

You bid him goodnight and moved to find your husband who was still very invested in his conversation about mechanics.

"Baby I'm gonna go sleep." You let him know with a hand on his shoulder to keep his attention. He was drinking, but from a glass instead of a jar, having promised to get at most a bit tipsy tomight and make sure the house was left in a neat state before going to sleep himself.

"Hmhm, goodnight Bunny. Takin' Lily witcha?" He grabbed your side from where he sat next to you and tugged to get a kiss from you.

Bending down you smiled into the kiss, tasting the nasty moonshine.

"Lily and I will be upstairs. Love ya." You gave him another kiss to temple and heqded inside with a few waves to the others still hanging around.

Once upstairs in your bedroom you placed Lily in her crib, babbling soft apologies for waking her up until she slept again and putting yourself to bed as well, falling asleep to the howling of your celebrating family.

A/N: There's so much to write about Daryl's pack, it's so big!!

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Basic family head canons for Toby

Warning for abuse mentions and death.

Let's start with the basics. Toby is a deranged boy with lots of mental health issues, ranging from Tourette's Syndrome to simple psychosis. This causes lots of tragic incidents to occur throughout his life.

In the earlier years of his life, it was pretty good. He acquired a stuffed cow and named it 'Mr Cowbells' why? Because he was literally 7.

His family was good to him throughout those years but as he started getting older they started to lack financial support and began to grow poor.

They moved from a decent house to a smaller, older one just to keep themselves safe and well fed. Though as Years went on the family's relationships declined at the speed of light.

Members of the family went by the names of.

Connie Rogers- Mother

Jacob Rogers- Father

Lyra Rogers- Sister

Tobias Rogers- Brother

Connie is more of a passive aggressive type of person. She would let people walk all over her but when it came to certain people, she would be in authority, being the bigger person. She didn't like crowds or was much of a social butterfly.

She stayed at home 24/7 and did house work, being a stay at home mom.

Both of her kids were at grade school while she made sure the house was clean and dinner was made when her husband came home. She was 36 and had fair but more pale side colored skin. Her hair was cut short into a bob and was colored dark brown, almost looking black. Same goes for her eyes.

She constantly had bags under her eyes and blemishes like moles and freckles covered her face.

Lyra Was the daughter. She was more of the 'goofy' type. Always planning things to keep herself and her brother entertained. Growing up poor meant a rather boring childhood so she made sure to make the best of it for herself and her little brother. She had pale skin but kept it healthy by trying to go outside more but it never worked. Her hair was almost always put up (being braids, pony tails, buns,) and was a light blonde. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown like her mother's. She was currently 21 when the accident occurred. Leaving her brother alone.

Jacob Was the father. He spent most of his time at work trying to provide for the family until money became a problem. He started drinking and gambling for money, becoming more aggressive by day.

Eventually the family feared him, and he became physically ab*sive to the three.

It was mostly Toby who he treated like garbage. The kids would usually always stick up for their mom though, the main one being Toby.

The man was 40 at the time, going months without shaving and barely put any effort into his hygiene. This got him fired a year later, him now diving deeper into the addictions to rid him of his struggles but only add into the ab*se the rest of the family was enduring.

He had hazel eyes and shared the same hair color as his daughter, a light blondish color. It was more buzzed up along the sides and longer and spiky at the top.(who told him that was a good haircut.)

However, the son, Toby, was an oddball, obviously. Being sadly cursed with multiple disorders that limited him from doing lots of things.

One of those things being public school.

Bullying was a huge issue and he could almost never escape it, even when home.

They took him out of the school system when he was just 15 and started 'homeschooling' him.

When i say 'homeschooling' i mean very poorly teaching him from a book, and it would mainly be Lyra doing it. (who was also still in public school,) so she wasn't home most of the time.

The brunette's mental state started declining fast. With hallucinations and the constant physical and mental ab*se, his mind wasn't going in good places.

With much stress came with many de-stressors. He started to brutally chew on his hands and tongue, whatever he could.

He chewed the absolute hell out of jacket/hoodie strings to the point where they were shredded or straight up being digested.

His mom caught onto these problems and started taking the strings from his jackets and bandaging his hands tight.

They'd grow raw and itchy under the bandages. He was leaving horrible scars on them and would not let his nails grow past the point where the white part of the nail actually shows.

His sister was really the only one there for him. His mom was too but she had housework or was asleep, too exhausted from cleaning or fighting with her husband.

He always didn't want to bother her either so he always went to the blonde girl if he ever needed any help or just plain company.

They had a fantastic relationship, and were as close as any sibling would be.

When she was getting older she was beginning to drive. Therefore taking him places like the mall, to fast food places. She'd steal their dad's money when he passed out and would blow it on very useless things like.

A 20lb bag of jellybeans. Yes, jellybeans.

They were total crackheads together but of course this wasn't the case all of the time.

With Toby suffering from bad tics and schizophrenia he had to take medication for it, and would usually refuse because he thought it made it worse..

So Lyra was more like an older sibling and a mom. He started eating less and vomiting the older he got. The hallucinations got horrible.

He'd see weird shit like giant bugs on the walls, sharks, other fish in the air or bathtub/sink when he does the dishes, he'd hear things like giggling, screaming, whispers, ect.

Only when he hit age 17 was when he started hearing actual sentences in his mind that sounded like his own voice just more demented.

A creature started appearing in his dreams, waking him up, giving him bad insomnia.

The ab*se didn't stop either.

He grew more aggressive, growing up in the same type of household, raises you to be the same type of person.

He started to fight his dad a lot, usually not ending well.

Either he'd get glass thrown at him, or he'd get beaten up/kicked out in front of the family.

He'd spend nights sleeping in the car with his sister because of how loud the yelling got.

Eventually something horrible had to happen right. So remember that creature he saw in his dreams? He started seeing it in real life too, standing in the street, at his window, in his hallway/room.

Even standing behind him in mirrors. It started to drive him insane.

He was taken to therapy multiple times but nothing ever stopped it. He started to feel like everyone was out to get him.

He started doing what he loved less, going out with his sister, well that was the only thing he liked doing

He never went outside, making Toby grow paler and more unhealthy. He was extremely underweight and malnourished that it started to stunt his growth. Well it had been a problem anyways.

It was obvious that if he still went to school he'd be picked on badly for it all.

Not like he already was in the first place.

His mom grew distant and of course, the 'man of the house' grew to despise his own children, completely neglecting them.

Now it was just him and Lyra.

Toby had ended up running away one night after a bad fight with his father. It had been weeks since his family heard from or saw him. Lyra knew she had to take this situation into her own hands as her mother was too distraught to even try. She eventually found him and began to drive him back home after a swift argument that lasted about half the car ride before something uncanny and paranormal began to occur.

Lyra was driving and Toby was in the passenger seat.

The traffic was heavy and sensory overload is a thing. The car was speeding and the cars were honking.

Everything started to feel less real, and then and there, that creature appeared, tall and thin, right in the middle of the highway. Of course he was the only one to see it.

He freaked out in his seat, also freaking Lyra out, causing her to steer sharply and ended up flipping the car.

This killed her instantly

Though he was still conscious, barely hanging onto it that is.

He escaped with a torn up arm and a broken rib or two. Though he survived.

He did catch a glimpse of the mangled face of his sister the second before he passed out.

The image haunted him for months on end, and now the only person he really had was gone.

Starting to spiral out of control completely. He'd chew on anything, start growling at people, showing signs of obvious grief and agony.

Those months in solitude was nothing but utter torture to him.

It was all thanks to that thing, that stupid creature. He referred to it as the 'slim man'

It was tall, had no face, it seemed to be wearing a suit but it would also morph itself so every time it would be different.

It drove him to insanity.

Homicidal thoughts were no stranger to his mind either. He'd constantly think about harming himself or others, but one person always came first to mind when he did think these things.

His own father of course.

The man was completely gone, an alcoholic, an ab*ser.

He was far too clever to know this man wasn't showing him tough love, but beating it out of him.

Being home alone with the man was all it took for him to finally snap.

The whispers and giggles would clog up his mind, making him black out mentally and falling into the control of his own anger.

He landed 39 stab wounds right into the man's chest, leaving a bloody mess everywhere in the living room of their house.

It was only then did his mom come home, hand full of groceries to realize the bloody mess of the blood of her husband and seeing that her son was the cause behind it, still sitting over the mutilated man with malicious intent in his eyes.

Though the scream she shredded pierced his ears like an air horn, he scurried to the door where he darted through the garage, grabbing a few things on his way, being two hatchets..

One was newer yet the other was rusted and the color was fading.

He had also grabbed the basic necessities to start a fire.

Gasoline and matches.

Though sure, lighting the entire neighborhood on fire was a way of escaping what he just did, but surely not the smartest.

He ended up trapping himself in this mess he caused. Soon there was nothing but flaring flames around him. He knew then and there he was going to die.

Right when he blacked out, wanting to accept his fate, to finally get a break from the pathetic life. A pool of static engulfed him, and he woke up somewhere deep within the forest with absolutely no recollection of what happened or how he got there.

Everyone thinks he's dead.

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do u have any thoughts or rambles on like the yanderes backgrounds/families? (i saw simon's podt and thought it was so good!!) maybe how they came to become a yandere or stuff like that! i am absolutely obsessed with your writings

thank u so much! i really appreciate that!

cws for mentions of child abuse and self harm

i like to think wyatt was always an anxious person, growing up having anxious attachment styles and being a huge people pleaser. definitely abused as a kid. they've always been kind of a stalker and a creep but never had a lot of friends to show that side to. i think for a while, wyatt had a darling who didn't even know they existed, but wy pretended they were dating anyway. what really made them yan though is that no one gave them much attention growing up, so they sought out for it as much as possible! so when it's returned, well. that's when the obsession kicks in.

they had to go to therapy after being caught stalking and breaking and entering, promising it was with good intentions. the psychologist who interviewed him believed him, and deemed him extremely paranoid and anxious. now wyatt visits his therapist 2x a week and gets help from the government so they don't really have to work very much, which REALLY works out for them when they get a new neighbor ;)

thomas grew up in a very lax household. his parents didn't have rules for the kids, and didn't care what they were doing or really, how they were doing. thomas and his younger brother definitely ended up being neglected, so thats what made thomas so concerned about taking care of himself and others. once out of the house, he worked his ass off at a big company to make a shit load of money while starting a little side hustle for toy repair and creation. that ended up taking off and he was able to quit his other job and go full time toy maker.

well! thomas no longer has his brother to care for, bc his brother is off doing his own thing of course. they still see each other frequently but it's not the same. so thomas starts making dolls to cope, he pretends to take care of them, like fake feeding them, dressing them up, putting them to bed, cleaning them up, taking pictures. this leads to thomas feeling empty, like, ah, if only the dollies could talk back to him and look at him and actually need his care.. and so he starts looking for a real doll :) and that's where our platonic!darling comes into play!

viktor grew up in the cult, it was built by his grandfather and passed down to his father, and then to viktor. when he was younger, he got used to people listening to him and seeing him as like, better than themselves, bc he was heir to the "throne." this fed into his ego as he grew up, and he learned a Lot about psychology and different tactics used to keep cults in check, how to manipulate people, how to hypnotize, and much more. he grew up willing and ready for that spot, and was sooooo happy when he got it.

his younger sister also grew up in the cult, but she was always just a lamb. she wanted to be told what to do and not make the big decisions for things, because that's what she was taught she was meant for. her role in the cult is making sure everyone feels happy and safe and brainwashed. she, like vik, helps out where needed, but likes to stick with caring for children and teaching them the cults values to ensure they grow up "how they're meant too." she's very very brainwashed herself, and if she catches anyone leaning away from the cult, she'll jump at the chance to guide them back on the right path <3!!! and it's all out of love. she thinks it's for their own good and that she's helping them.

emiliano grew up in a very average home! he has 2 sisters and 1 brother, he's the second oldest child. he was always very protective of his family and wanted the best for his siblings and parents. he grew up absolutely fascinated with horror movies, and one day decided he wanted to feel what a knife could do too. so he cut some cool shapes into his leg and thought it was soooo much fun, and then he wanted to try something bigger. well. he cut cool shapes into some of his friends, and it was fun, but it wasn't enough. as he got older and stronger, he started doing it to strangers. hurting them a little became full on torture, and full torture became sadistic killing. he can't get enough of it now, but his family has no idea who he really is or what he does. cos he's just soooo lovable!!! you'd never guess he's a sadistic serial killer if u met him!

[katzenprinz]

Hi hi, I'm sorry if this has been asked before but it just popped into my mind - What are the character's favorite animals in your opinion? I know Nick liking frogs the most is kind of a meme in the community because of his colorscheme and hat but I REALLY love the idea! (Also I always associated Salim with capybara... it just feels right lol)

We adore this question and it also made us go “oh god” because we had to put so much thought into it lol.

Jason and Salim are both cat people.

Jason probably has kept this mostly to himself his whole life, but people who know him well would’ve seen how he doted on the barn cats on his family’s farm, milking the cows a little extra just to give them some and making sure they had good shelter when the weather got cold. (And they always had about twelve barn cats because he brought home every single stray he saw.) In college he would be the lap every single cat would seek out when he went to parties. High as fuck and delighted to be Chosen.

He is also fond of horses. They had a single family horse while he was growing up and his chores revolved around taking care of it along with the other animals.

For Salim, he could not own an animal because he was away from home so often, but he was known to care for the strays that would roam around Badra Mandali, to the point that they would follow him around whenever he was home. He tried not to name any of them but they all definitely had names he mentally called them. Once Zain became a young teen he started taking care of them whenever Salim was away - which Salim does not know he did.

On the flip side of them, Nick is a plain ol’ dog person. He’s from Chicago so he’s a city kid and the pets he could have were limited. He grew up with some sort of small breed of dog that he and his mama spoiled rotten.

He definitely tried to bring home a frog from the park or something once and his mother gave him the loudest, “NICHOLAS, PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT!”

Eric is so hard to choose for. This man probably had rats that he built mazes for while he was in college. He just likes most animals. I think his absolute favorite, though, would be birds. I can see him nerding out over crows and parrots with how intelligent they are, and also learning a lot about the history of pigeons in the military.

Rachel never had pets growing up and would not call herself an animal person. (We definitely envision Nick and Eric coercing her into getting a dog in the future, though, and she discovers she loves dogs. Especially because the dog obeys her and ignores her husband and boyfriend.)

We don’t have any particular reasoning for Palmer, but we can just see him loving rabbits. I like to envision that one of his first ‘jobs’ was when he was around 12-14, mowing lawns but always checking people’s yards for bunny nests and marking them with flags to keep the bunnies safe.

Elliott was the “I fed it and it followed me home” guy his whole life until he enlisted. So he genuinely loves cats and dogs so much. He’s owned so many, or helped find them homes.

Mosson would have said his favorite was bears, but then he got turned into a werewolf so now it’s wolves, “Out of principle!”

Growing up in Alaska, Jones has spent a lot of time in the wilderness and hunting. He always enjoyed watching the stoats, mink, and martens playing and having the zoomies whenever he was hidden away waiting for a deer or elk.

Rana loves bees. She is known for keeping hives when she is at an excavation site long enough, and teaching any of the local people who were interested how to care for them, then donating the hive to them when she moves on somewhere new. And because bees are practically everwhere, but there are so many different kinds, she is somewhat of a bee expert as well as a renowned archaeologist/anthropologist.

And Kim likes cows. She thinks they are absolutely adorable. When she finds out Jason’a family had cows when he was a boy she is so jealous.

[aihoshiino]

"On the trip to sample the new orange sweets, she stunned everyone. With a dead straight face, she went, 'Oh, this tastes like oranges!' That's a whole other level of airheadedness."

Thinking about this part of Spica and between this and the burger wrapper part in Viewpoint B, I feel like a lot of what they call Ai being an "airhead" is just... her not being treated well as a kid. Like not getting to try orange sweets, never getting taught how to eat a burger 🥺

YEAH IT'S SO MISERABLE... There's a lot of moments on OnK like that of Ai being flawed and human and people treating it like some bizarre 4D chess move on her part - they're so obsessed with the ideal image of her as a flawless idol that even when she does, in fact, display even the most harmless flaws, people have to explain them away as something she was doing on purpose and was in full control of the whole time.

But it's just like you said - a lot of this stuff is the result of Ai being so severely neglected as a child that she basically had to teach herself how to be a person from scratch. She lacks "common sense" because a lot of what we call common sense is passed down to us by our peers and guardians and Ai didn't have anybody to do that for her. I've said this before but this is quite literally and explicitly why she dies - nobody ever taught her what a door chain was or why she should engage it because making sure she was safe in her own home was not on anyone's list of priorities.

Something that's interesting when you start lining a lot of this stuff up side by side though is how often the topic of food comes up in relation to Ai. There's the two instances you've pointed out but it reoccurs so often it's really hard for me to not read it as an intentional theme: there's the horrific incident of Ayumi putting glass in Ai's food as a child, Saitou bribing her with a fancy drink to talk to him when they first meet, Ai being so enamored with the free food at the TV drama shoot that we get multiple moments of her gushing about it and that mention in the Da Vinci interview of her dad. That last one always really stands out to me because not only is it really kind of pathetically sad that Ai's happiest childhood memory something as mundane as "my dad took me grocery shopping once" but the food she specifically mentions he bought for her is natto which like... it's one of those foods that is stereotyped as something kids hate to eat so it's very [discord thinking emoji] inducing that it's what her dad got her. Obviously this could just have been what Ai herself wanted to eat but even if that's the case, it still feels like it echoes that sense of, as you said, Ai not being allowed to be a kid - even to the extent of the people around her not accommodating for her having a child's palate when they fed her.

[stranded-labyrinth]

Hi I wanted to know your take on the Will and Abigail dynamic? I know Hannibal nurtured that paternal feeling in Will, but Will never truly knew her. He had this version of her in his head that he could control, how she reacted to him etc but barely talked to her irl. yet I feel like their relationship is exaggerated when people discuss it or portray it in fics. Will too, in a way, saying how he still dreams about her, that he’s teaching her how to fish. Why do you think Will holds on to the ideal? bc if Abigail had lived, she wouldn’t live up to this image he created. She’s flawed and actually more like Hannibal than Will. Sorry for the rambling but it’s interesting to dissect!

okay, so here's the thing for me.

Will had a version of her in his head, certainly, but between him and Hannibal, Will was NOT the one using Abigail as a tool. Hannibal did definitely care about her, we know that for a fact, but she was still a tool for him to use. Will was coping to hell and back, but fantasizing about fatherhood is different from straight up using her to tie him closer to someone else like Hannibal did.

Will didn't get to interact with her much because the opportunity was taken from him. granted, he felt exceptionally betrayed when he realized what she had done and contributed to, but he didn't want her dead. the next time he sees her is Mizumono, and that's where he discovers that Hannibal's plan this whole time has still been to essentially craft this little family with him, to start back from what they had before. a family Will never got to fully engage with unless Hannibal sewed the seeds for it, only for the opportunity to be taken from him. twice.

i feel like people's exaggeration of their relationship is a two way street, honestly: some people exaggerate the bond they had, while others exaggerate the lack thereof.

i also like to try to turn people's attention to the fact that Abigail was shocked when Hannibal gutted Will. not just because of the act itself, but because Hannibal had been allowing Abigail to expect that the three were going to leave together. Abigail fully expected this little family to come into fruition, because Hannibal invited her in on his plans for it, seeing as she had literally no one else to turn to. that doesn't necessarily mean that Abigail was going to somehow love Will like a father, but she did anticipate some kind of family dynamic, just like Hannibal had allowed Will to anticipate back in season 1.

while Will and Abigail both certainly have agency in what happened, i feel like people have a tendency to put the blame for their messy dynamic on Will instead of on the one who filled both Will and Abigail's heads with the idea that they would be a family. Hannibal is the one who named Will's feeling as "paternal", and he fed that as much as he could.

not to mention, Abigail is plenty capable of manipulating those around her. she knew exactly what she did, and she knew what she had enjoyed doing. she allowed everyone to believe she was the perfect victim, because it was saving herself to do so.

there's a lot more to say about the concept of Abigail having believed Will to be more like GJH when Hannibal was more like him, but i don't want to just end up rambling more than i already have LOL. i just believe that if the murder family became a thing, Abigail would probably end up manipulating the shit out of Will by feeding into his paternal feelings because it would save her, much like she did with GJH, and much like she did even with Hannibal. only, with Hannibal, nothing could save her.