#mama bushi

[garag344]

The Felines of Japan.

[gentil-minou]

Gentians on Doorways

Written for the @mdzsrbb and inspired by the beautiful artwork made by @wrecklwj !

“How were you and my mother…acquainted?” “Acquaintances? She was my best friend!" ~ After a decade of living abroad, Lan Zhan returns to China to sort through his mother's affairs after her death. There, he meets Wei Ying, his mother’s friend who she'd commissioned to illustrate a book of nursery rhymes. But Lan Zhan is out of his depth in a land that was once his home. After all, there's no step-by-step guide for when your mother dies.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Wakes & Funerals, Falling In Love, parental loss, Expat Lan Zhan, Artist Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, writing a funeral scene and trying to not make it accidentally horny aka the wangxian curse, just lots of feelings about moving away from your parents, and the fickleness of memories

Lan Zhan & Madam Lan + Wangxian | Complete | 33.7K | Rated T

Preview under the cut

The hallway seems to stretch into infinity, each click of the head teacher’s heels echoing through the vastness of space. A preposterous exaggeration, given that the feet that tread these walls belong primarily to small humans with smaller legs, and such a length would be impractical.

To Lan Zhan, in this moment, it’s the longest hallway in the world.

The head teacher gestures for him to follow her around the corner, as if Lan Zhan was like her young disciples and prone to getting lost in a singular hallway with no intersections. She’s younger than Lan Zhan had expected for a head teacher of an elementary school. She can’t be more than a few years older than him.

"Her classroom is just this way, south facing,” Haung-laoshi rambles, sending him another overly kind, pitying glance. “She loved that room. Lots of natural sunlight."

Lan Zhan nods absently, more out of politeness than true agreement. The light streaming in from the windows that line this hallway grates on his jetlagged state. His head is absent of most thoughts, only the inane recognition that south-facing windows must have meant her classroom would be sweltering and excruciating during a heatwave. Even now, the sun beats down on Lan Zhan, stifling in the late afternoon.

The windows face an inner courtyard. Distantly, Lan Zhan can hear the children laughing and playing, but much of it is drowned out by clicking heels on tiled floor.

He turns his head away from the glaring sun to the interior wall displaying a gallery of crudely drawn blocks and splotches of paint arranged unintelligibly on colored paper. A tiny placard next to each denotes the name of a kindergartener and the vision. Family pets, the playground, a favorite toy, a doting sibling.

A mother, her stick figure arms just out of reach of her stick figure child.

Hastily, Lan Zhan turns back to the endless hallway, where a wooden door seems to grow smaller and smaller as the walls expand outward impossibly so, like the distance is growing wider, not smaller, and clicking heels and laughing children run circles in his pounding head. Everything, from the rhythmic thumping of Lan Zhan’s shoes against tiled floors to the distant ringing in his ears, from the chipped paint along the baseboards to the glaring sunlight arcing overhead, pounds against Lan Zhan’s head like a stampede of charging elephants.

He should be running. Running and running, far and away before the stampede barrels over him leaving his body cracked and bruised in its wake. He shouldn’t be here. He should be anywhere but here.

Then, abruptly, the clicking of the heels ceases when Huang-laoshi stops in front of that wooden door, now a normal size and directly in front of Lan Zhan. A tiny frosted glass window rests above the doorknob in a vertical pane, with leftover pieces of tape missing the accoutrements they once secured.  A row of neatly painted purple flowers blooms through the wood on the bottom of the door, caught in motion as they dance in an unseen wind.

There is no wind to suggest this. He knows simply by looking at the brushstrokes, familiar swirls like the ones that once adorned the wooden doors of his childhood home. He can see it clearly in his mind’s eye, each stroke of a well-worn paintbrush and the subtle sighs of contentment when the artist in question lifted her brush and beamed back at him with pride.

“What do you think, ZhanZhan?”

This far away, the children’s roughhousing fades into the din leaving behind empty space.

Somehow, silence is worse.

“You must be so shocked. It was all so sudden…” Huang-laoshi remarks kindly as she retrieves a crumpled tissue from her pocket and dabs at the corners of her eyes. “I know I already said this, but I am so sorry for your loss.” She lifts a hand as if to pat his shoulder, but Lan Zhan takes a measured step to the side and her hand falls to rest by her side.

Outside, sunshine cascades through flowering trees and leaves speckled shadows dancing in the grass. A breeze slips in through the windows and winds through strands of Lan Zhan’s hair. The subtle scents of a summer on the rise, lying in wait for season’s change.

The breeze does little to soothe his heated skin. “Thank you,” Lan Zhan says politely with little inflection.

Huang-laoshi pauses, waiting for Lan Zhan to continue. But Lan Zhan has little more to say.

Ever since he’d arrived here, everyone seems to think Lan Zhan has something more to say.

What is there to say about his mother dying?

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[pinkifiedbows]

Feel something.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠!: blackfem reader. eren calls reader: baby, mama. Reader calls him daddy, rennie/ren etc. creampie! Hair pulling, daddy kink. Eren refers to readers pussy as “her”! Riding, and doggystyle….and maybe some misspelling which I apologize for! I think that’s it!!

You swore to yourself never again. That you would never again sleep with the man that provided you with your weed. But in this moment, with the smoke in the air, the way both of your chests floated with each breath, the way he looked at you with his lips parted as he took another drag at the blunt. It made you feel so needy, you needed him.

“You good mama?” He said passing the blunt to you. His bushy eyebrows furrowed when you shook your head and declined the blunt.

“whatchu need baby?” He asked placing the blunt in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand beside your bed, and gave you his full attention once again.

“You. Make me feel something ren.” You said as you looked him in his eyes and made your way closer to him on the couch. Your facial expression brightened as you watched him spread his legs open and pat his lap, you smiled at him watching you straddle his strong thighs.

“You’re in charge mama, use me.” He said as he tied back his hair in a messy bun and smirked at you. As soon as you smashed your lips on his, Eren’s strong veiny hands made their way to grip and hold your ass. The kiss you two shared was so passionate. Eren’s grip on your ass tightened once you gave his tongue access to explore your mouth. You let out soft moans as your hands gripped the leftover hairs on his neck.

“Mmmhpf ren.” You let out once you two pulled away. Eren’s hand made its way to your dripping cunt. “Damn baby, you’re already so wet.” Eren said as he smirked feeling your wetness drip down his wrist. You frowned at his teasing and tugged on his waistband.

“Undress f’me Rennie.” You said as you moved off his pelvis and sat to the side of him to remove your clothing. Once you both were naked, Eren pulled you back on top of him, and watched you with lazy eyes as you stroked and spit on his needy cock.

You placed your delicate hands on his abs to hold yourself up as you lowered yourself on his dick. “Ouuu baby!” You moaned, feeling his huge cock stretch you out, it was like you could feel his tip kiss and touch everything, just as well as every vein.

“Fuck mama! That’s it.” Eren groaned out once you started moving up and down on his dick. His eyes were shut tight as he threw his head back, your pussy was so tight it felt like you were choking his dick, trying to drain him for all he’s got.

“Mmmhm eren! s’good daddy.” You cried out to him, leaving sex marks on the pale area of his neck. You were salivating at the feeling of his big dick running through your insides. You left out a squeak the second you felt him grip your hips and place you on your stomach.

“Arch f’daddy baby.” Eren said watching you, rubbing his leaky red tip. A smile formed on his pretty face as you did what you were told.

“Good fucking girl.” Eren praised as he circled his tip around your needy hole before slamming inside. Your eyes widened and rolled to the back of your head, it felt like he was in your throat. It felt so good, it was almost suffocating.

“Ouu! Erennn!” You screamed out his name, almost out of breath with each fast thrust.

“I know mama I know. Fuck! Who’s pussy is this baby? Hmm?” Eren moaned out as he led his left hand to grip onto your hair, leaving his right hand to guide and grip your hips into nothing but submission. He slightly pulled back on your hair and slapped your ass, when his question was answered with nothing but whimpers. “Answer daddy mama.”

“Y-yours Eren! It’s all yours baby please. Oh fuck!” You whimpered, tears streaming down your beautiful face as you felt your stomach knotting and that familiar warm feeling on your pelvis. You could tell Eren was close too, you could tell just from the way his grip on you tightened, like he needed something to keep him up straight or else he’d fall, weakened from all the pleasure you were giving him.

And Eren wasn’t stupid, he read your body like a book. Reading your signs, until you’d climax on his pretty cock. “Come on baby. Let go f’me, I know you want to.” He said moving his hand down to play with your swollen bud. “Listen to her talk to me baby.” He whimpered at the sounds of your wet pussy squelching from his strokes and his fingers.

“Mmhmm!! Ren! Im cumming!” You screamed as you creamed all over his dick. Before you could come down from your high, you felt Eren painting your walls completely white with his heavy load.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery IX

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Ingrid does your hair

The first time Ingrid meets you, the only thing she can look at is your hair.

You're absolutely tiny, dressed comfortably in a pair of overalls and fancy Adidas shoes. You actually look pretty cool for such a little kid but it's the hair that has Ingrid wincing.

It's wild.

It poofs out a lion's mane and Ingrid can just spy the singular hairband desperately trying to keep it all at bay.

You have a lot of curls and a lot of frizz. It's a wonder that Mapi's even managed to scrape it all back into a ponytail.

Ingrid's hair isn't like yours. In fact, Ingrid hasn't really met anyone with hair like yours before.

Your nickname is well suited to you as you bound over to Mapi to talk, hair bouncing with every little step.

You truly have a mane of your own.

Ingrid finds herself staring at it many times over the next few weeks. She just can't help it.

There's just something about your hair that Ingrid can't just get out of her head.

She works out what exactly it is the first time she sleeps the night at Mapi's place.

It's a day off when she wakes up again so the plan is the three of you are all going out shopping together.

It's a normal day even if she's slept over at her girlfriend's so Ingrid dresses quickly and steps out into the living room.

She can hear the crying before she even walks out.

Mapi's sitting on the sofa with you on the floor in front of her.

You're in tears, howling and sobbing as Mapi runs a brush through your hair.

She looks to be nearly in tears too.

"I know," She says," I know. I'm sorry, Cub. I'm so sorry but you know you need your hair brushed."

"Ma-Mami! Mami, no!" You sob as Mapi attempts to force the brush through your curls.

Ingrid's eyes widen in shock.

She hadn't ever considered Mapi brushed your hair dry.

It doesn't look to be working well either, not with how distressed both you and Mapi appear to be.

Your hair has always been dry for as long as Ingrid's known you but now she wonders if it's like that naturally or something else.

It's a bit bad to be snooping but Ingrid can't help herself as she slips into the bathroom to have a look.

You're still sobbing by the time she comes back and Mapi's broken down in tears too.

Ingrid sits, gently stopping Mapi's brushing with a soft hand.

You wiggle away quickly, shuffling all the way to the other side of the room by your toys.

"Mapi?"

"It's fine." Mapi furiously swipes the tears from her eyes. "We're fine. Just having a bit of trouble with her hair."

"Is it usually like this?"

"We get through it."

Mapi's putting on a brave face but Ingrid can tell it's all fake. She's in tears. You're in tears.

You're both treating this like it's normal.

"New plan," She says," Leave her hair as it is. We're going to get her some things."

"For her hair? Ingrid, I have-"

"Mapi, I can tell you're trying hard but none of that stuff in your bathroom is suited to her hair."

"My Mama said-"

"Does your mum have straight hair?"

"Yes."

"Trust me, Mapi. Curly hair needs more looking after. Come on. Get her dressed and I'll show you."

Mapi wasn't quite convinced at first but upon seeing just how large the range of curly haired products was, she firmly shut up unless it was to translate Ingrid's words to the store attendant.

Together, they manage to fill the basket with things Mapi's never even seen before and suddenly she's sitting in her own living room again watching Ingrid wrangle you back into position on the floor.

Hair brushing is your least favourite time of the day combined with saying goodbye to Bagheera and being put down for bed.

Eventually though, with the promise of baking later on in the day, you sit nicely for Ingrid with some documentary about cats playing on the tv.

"Okay."

Ingrid pulls out a bottle of spray.

"Don't brush her hair if it's dry." Ingrid sprays liberally until your hair is suitably wet and is no longer big and bushy. "So we've got a wide-toothed comb which I think we should use for more everyday kind of brushing but we're going to use this-" She holds up the new detangling brush "-To get all the knots out."

Mapi watches attentively as Ingrid separates a chunk of your hair and starts at the bottom rather than the top.

It's a bit weird to you as Ingrid glides the brush through your hair. She doesn't tug or pull like usually happens so it's a bit strange for you.

Hair brushing has always been a very bad experience for you and Mami. There's usually a lot of tears and screaming and crying but it's still a lot better than when Abuela did your hair once.

She complained a lot when it happened and said mean things like your hair was 'untameable' and 'horrible to brush'. You think she meant it in a joking way because she and Abuelo were laughing and teasing each other but you can still remember the way she said that she might tell your Mami to 'cut it all off and start again'.

You know she was joking around and she wasn't actually going to tell Mami that but she still said it and you still remembered it.

She said that if you were any older than she would sit you in front of her and just straighten it all.

You love your mane though, even though it hurts to brush and it's bushy and big.

Mami loves your mane too, she's told you so lots of times. She says it's very beautiful and makes you look fierce like a real life lion.

You think Ingrid must love your hair too because she's being so gentle and so nice with it. Her hands are soft and the brush doesn't pull or snag much.

You like the feeling of her brushing your hair and your eyes droop a little.

It's almost as nice as getting back scratches.

Mapi sits in awe behind you as Ingrid massages some moisturising product into your now tamed hair.

"We could probably just put her hair up in braids to help protect it when she's going about her day," Ingrid says," It'll keep it nice and neat and no knots until we get home."

"You're good at this," Mapi says. She's still slightly in shock at how well Ingrid's doing with this all.

"I..." Ingrid's face turns red. "I did a lot of research. Her hair is so nice. I want her to love it."

Mapi laughs a little, looking down at where you're fast asleep, leaning back against Ingrid's legs.

"If you keep sending her to sleep every time you brush it then I'm sure she will."

[tarjapearce]

Menarche

Summary: Gabi gets her period ~ Comfort ensues.

A/N: Based on a couple of asks in my inbox ❤️✨. (Haven't forgot about them c: Comments or reblogs are highly appreciated ☺️)

The arising time was always at six thirty, school days at seven yet Gabriella had ignored Miguel's wake up calls.

And now it was twenty minutes past seven.

"Is Gabi awake yet?"

You mumbled half asleep, Miguel however grumbled underneath his breath as he took his towel to get himself ready to start the day.

"Let me."

With a sigh he went to Gabi's room and knocked the door. Voice firm yet gentle.

"Gabriella, you'll be late for school."

"I don't wanna go to school!."

That was a new tone he didn't know, a tone that made his bushy brows to instantly furrow.

"Gabriella O'Hara."

His voice didn't mean to sound harsh, but the sniffle behind the door made his sudden parenting anger to melt instantly, morphing into an alert.

"I... I want Mama."

"Solecito, are you ok?"

"God, just get mom!"

Her voice also didn't mean to sound disrespectful, but her emotions were into a raging fit that she didn't know what to feel, and Miguel's urgency only made it worse.

She knew her beloved Papa meant well, but she didn't want him to handle whatever this thing in her hands was. This was something beyond her control, but she had seen you go through it so many times, it was dumb to not call you.

Miguel however just stood there on the door, perplexed. Both at her angry words and the sudden urge she had for you. Not that he bragged about being her favorite parent, but most of the time Gabi seeked him either for advice or random talks, not that she didn't talk or bonded with you.

Hell sometimes you'd stay past sleeping hours talking about little things, she just felt more inclined to Miguel cause he was a bit more lenient on her and let her get away with little things. But this was different.

She needed you and needed you now.

He didn't need to wake you up, since you were already next to him, a concerned look etched on your face.

"Gabi, bebé are you ok?"

Upon hearing your voice, her door creaked open, and closed on Miguel's face. And before you could reprimand her for her attitude, she pulled you in closer and fiddled nervously with her fingers.

"... Mami."

"Wanna tell me what's going on you slammed the door on your dad's face?"

"I'm... Im sorry. I panicked and..."

Her eyes turned glossy, and you sighed while taking her shoulders.

"You know you can talk to us, mi amor. But disrespecting your dad like that isn't right."

"I know" She sniffed and hiccuped, worry blooming in your heart, "I'm scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm... I don't know. I just..." She hiccuped, a soft frown came into your grimace, but instantly widened in surprise upon seeing the back of her pants, stained. Little spots that made the clear colored fabric to focus the attention in the dark red stains nearby her inner thighs.

"Ay, mi niña. Come here."

"I'm all covered in blood, Mama"

Her crying voice only made your heart wrench as you hugged her and wiped her tears.

"It's something completely normal, ok?"

"Is it? It hurts and I just... feel so moody and I didn't mean to yell at Papa."

"I know, mi niña. I know. Let's get you help ok? You'll be fine."

"Does this means I am a woman now?"

"What? No, corazón. You're still a child, ok? Your body is going through natural changes. Now, go shower, take warm bath. It'll help you ease the discomfort in your abdomen."

She nodded but looked nervously at the bed.

"I stained the bedsheets"

"It's totally fine, mi amor. I have stained the sheets too."

"Have you?"

"Yes. Dad always spoils me around those days. And now we get to spoil you too."

There was a nervous smile while she grabbed her towel.

"Can I tell your dad about this? Or-"

"It's ok. You said it's a normal thing, and he's a scientist so... yeah."

"Alright. I'll tell him to prepare you something nice and warm for you, ok?"

She nodded and headed for the shower. You removed the bedsheets, leaving the mattress bare. Thankfully the stains had only reached for the fabrics you now held, and not into the mattress.

When you came out, Miguel's eyes settled on you and the bundle of linens in your hands. The little spots of blood made realization hit harder than a train wreck.

"Oh... She's..."

"Yup. Can you prepare her something nice and warm? I'll get her the pads."

"Is she ok? I mean, feeling ok? I've got some painkillers if she needs them."

"Yeah, bring them over. I noticed she was a little bloated."

Miguel could just nod a bit shocked but his thoughts would be assessed later during pillow talk with you. Right now, he needed to make his little girl feel better and comfortable. He headed to the kitchen as you rummaged into your monthly drawer. Full of pads and tampons, ugly yet comfy underwear, and snacks.

While Gabi was on the shower, you changed her bedsheets for something more plush and warm. Just like Miguel had done for you plenty of times in the past. And when she came out, you explained how to wear the pad, then left her to change.

Miguel came with a tray with a freshly made raspberry tea, a banana and a pair of ibuprofens.

You tucked in Gabi in the sheets and Miguel knocked on the door.

"May I come in?"

She nodded while you sat on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling, Solecito?"

"Weird and pained. Like a dull ache in my lower belly."

"Its completely normal, Mija. I've got you some tea, a banana and painkillers."

"I didn't mean to yell at you or being disrespectful."

"I know. I'm sorry too for coming out like that."

Miguel placed the tray next to her bed and urged her first to eat the banana.

"It'll help you to ease the cramps a bit. In these times, you loose blood and that will make you tired, moody and even crying."

"Yeah," Gabi gave him an awkward smile, "Noted."

"Bananas have potassium, and it helps to keep the cramps at bay. You gotta drink alot of water, ok?"

"Oh... OK."

"And if it hurts too much, you gotta tell your Mama or me, ok? This is a completely normal thing in girls your age."

"But... Raquel said that her parents told her she was already a woman."

With a shake of your head your squeezed her hand

"Mi niña, a period does not make a girl to suddenly become a grown woman. Again, you are still a little girl that is going through puberty."

"So... am I allowed to play and stuff?"

"Of course you are, princesa! The only thing period changes in you is your hormones. Some days you'll be really tired, other days you'll have mood swings and the like."

"I see."

Gabi took the mug from Miguel as she sipped the tea.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, Thanks you. I'm sorry about school."

"Don't worry baby, Mama's got you. Is your abdomen cramping too much?"

"I... don't know?"

"In a scale of one to ten how bad you'd describe the pain?"

"I think it's a six."

"I see. After you finish your tea, take one pill and sleep, ok?"

"Ok."

Miguel kissed Gabriella's forehead and got ready to work. He was already late, so he took his time, knowing that you'd take care and pamper Gabi.

---

When he returned, the first thing he did after kissing you hello, was to go to her room and give her a little snack bag, with the condition for it to last the upcoming days, along some pads.

Once the night had settled in and everyone was on bed, you could see Miguel on the bed, staring at the ceiling, with a hand behind his back. Eyes too focused on a spot above, thinking.

Until you snuggled next to him, breaking his focus to set his attention on you.

"I'm scared too you know?"

"She's... growing so fast."

"Yeah, I know."

"In a few years she'll be dating and then she'll move out to college."

"Miguel, mi amor, look at me."

Soft and half lidded eyes stared at you.

"I know this means so many things for us, but we still have her. She still needs us. And we will be there until she decides otherwise."

You kissed him and his shoulders slumped.

"I know. Just wished I could stop time."

You gave him another kiss and he curled into your chest, hoarding you in his arms.

"Even though we can't, we can create the best memories together. We still have a lot of time, amor."

"How was she today?"

"Hungry, sleepy and her usual self."

It was his time to kiss your chest and close his eyes.

"I'm scared too you know? I know teenagers are a handful, but we've raised her well."

"Don't remind me."

A little chuckle escaped your lips.

"She's a good daughter."

"One of the best."

"Hm-hm."

Your hands caressing his hair made him sleepy.

"Still, couldn't help to feel I could've done more."

"Miguel, you did your best today. And that's all your daughter needed. She's happy, loved and pampered."

"You think?"

"Yeah. She was literally panicking because she yelled. Don't rack your brain on it. We did good. I'm proud of us. And guess what?"

A sleepy grunt came from him.

"She trusts you. Which is good. Other teenagers don't even speak up, but she did."

That did the trick enough for him to let a deep relieved sigh.

"She adores you. So rest assured that she's not going anywhere any time soon."

"Te amo. No se qué sería mi vida sin ti." (I don't know what my life would be without you.)

He mumbled between sleepy and slurred words. You kissed his forehead with a giggle.

" A mess, probably. But también te amo."

Gabi slept soundly, like Benjamin and Rosie. And so like you both.

In Miguel's office however, there was this little calendar, where all the milestones his family were tracked A new entry was added. He had marked the day as a special one. Gabi's first period .

[machveil]

König Headcanon: His Older Sister

expanding on this post I made about König and his siblings because I’ve been thinking about it

König loves his family, he really does, but if given the opportunity he’d definitely throw hands with his older sister. despite König’s strength and height, his sister treats him like a child (I mean, he is the youngest)

sure, his older brothers will get on his nerves sometimes, but his sister goes for his throat like it’s second nature. he hasn’t cut his hair or brushed it out? “What happened to you? Don’t they have mirrors in the military? Scissors?”, chuckling when he furrows his brows and scoffs. oh god, his eyebrows— they’re thick, bushy, and he doesn’t necessarily take care of them. his sister definitely makes fun of him the for long, stray brow hairs, tells him she’ll get her tweezers just to see him scurry away, “Nein— keep those away from me!”

she knows he’s a mamas boy too, sometimes she’ll egg him on in front of their mama so he has to hold his tongue. even worse, she’ll make a comment and their mother will agree with her. König can feel his eye twitch when his sweet, little mother laughs with his sister - silently storming off to his childhood room to cool off

“Hey König.”, she likes seeing him straighten up when she calls him by his callsign, “Can you get me a glass a water?”. he doesn’t want to, he’s comfortable in his spot on their childhood couch, and he doesn’t plan on getting up, “Get it yourself.”, he huffs, crossing his arms

but she has a card to play that always works, ever since König was little she’d use it. “Papa! König won’t—“, he’s quick to scramble up, shushing her yelling, “Warte! Hör auf— shut up, I’ll get it.”. smug, he hates her smug smile as he grumbles under his breath

that said, his sister was his biggest supporter during his childhood. if anyone gave König trouble within earshot of her she’d threaten them. he was embarrassed at the time, shrunk back when she talked back to his bullies, but as an adult? König really appreciates what she did, he didn’t realize how much she cared as kid

he’s never properly thanked her out loud for sticking up for him, but he tries to pay her back subtly - her favorite snacks are always overstocked when he comes home for a visit, a little extra cash haphazardly jammed in her wallet. she never says anything either, but she always saves a portion of her dinner for him, tells him, “Hey, I’m a little full… you want this?”, and König always lights up

sure, he wants to strangle her sometimes, but they still love each other

[miguelhugger2099]

A Knight's Oath (Pt. 2)

Summary: Miguel starts his expedition and meets someone new. <<Prev Next>> Knight!Miguel x Princess!Reader, Enemies to Lovers (?), Fluff, Angst, Word Count: 3,239

“I don’t like you going out there on your own.” Gabriel frowns as he helps Miguel bag his belongings. Miguel was set to travel to Etheria on foot to make it more believable that he is a traveler.

“It’s the king’s orders, Gabri. I must.” Miguel sighs, rolling up his tethered sleeves to his firm biceps. “Plus, the castle will provide for you and Madre while I’m gone.”

Gabriel groans and drops a bag on the floor. “That’s not what I meant. Mama and I will be fine. I’m not a skinny boy anymore. I work too, you know!” He shoves Miguel playfully which makes the older brother grin softly to himself. “I meant that this…mission of yours is stupid.” He admits. Miguel looks at him incredulously.

“We have the chance to finally give them what they deserve and you think it’s stupid? Do you spit on our country’s name?” Miguel’s bushy eyebrows turn downward in a hard glare. Gabriel, having been under that same gaze many times before, did not waver.

Gabriel crosses his arms. “So what? We fight bloodshed with more bloodshed?” Miguel huffs and turns away but Gabriel didn’t allow Miguel to stray from the conversation. “Do you honestly believe that will set things straight?”

“I didn’t take you to have a holier than thou type of persona.” Miguel glared over his shoulder.

“And I didn’t take you for such a bloodthirsty savage.” Gabriel grunts. He sees Miguel turn back away silently and angrily zipping up a sleeping bag. He uncrosses his arms and scratches the back of his head. With his older brother going away for however many months or years, he didn’t want tonight to leave a bitter taste. So he approaches behind him and places a hand on Miguel's shoulder.

“I can’t change your mind–I know that. What we went through was rough, but just like us, some people just get caught in the crossfire and it isn’t their fault. It’s not your fault that what happened to us happened and it’s not your responsibility to make it right,” He speaks gently. Despite the O’Hara brothers' height being massive, Gabriel was still a bit shorter than Miguel.

Miguel stood still and Gabriel sighed knowing that his silence at least meant he heard him.

“I love you, Mig.” Gabriel whispers. Miguel cracks and looks over to his baby brother. His face melancholy and wistful as if remembering the sick little boys they used to be.

“I love you, Gabri.” Miguel pulls Gabriel into a tight hug which is returned just as loving.

“Ugh, that was tough to say.” Gabriel’s voice muffled over the fabric of Miguel’s tunic. He laughs and shoves him off playfully.

“You’re still a boy, I see. What man can not say with his mouth with what is declared in his heart?”

Miguel asks jokingly, dramatically placing a fist over his chest where his heart would be. The two brothers laugh between themselves for a while longer before being interrupted by the sound of their cabin door opening with an eerie creak. Their heads turn to see their mother shuffling inside with her dark blue shawl around her body. The two boys look at one another before the younger one approaches her gently, taking her in his arms.

“Hola, Ma. Did you have a nice time out in the garden?” Gabriel gives a weak smile while Conchata stares at her feet lifelessly. Without a response, he licks his lips nervously. “Miguel is heading out tonight. King’s orders, remember?”

Miguel frowns, looking off to the side and fiddling with the strings of his shirt. “He’s gonna make us proud, mama.” He hears Gabriel whisper to her. Conchata moves out of Gabriel’s arms and moves towards Miguel. Miguel turns his head and his eyes widen slightly.

He straightens up, thinking his mother would do…well, anything. His eyes meet hers and he can feel himself becoming a little boy again. Something stops him though, her eyes seem to be going through him rather than looking at him. Miguel watches as she passes by him and towards the kitchen, the faucet beginning to run and the clanking of dishes faintly heard from the other side. He deflates and Gabriel sighs, feeling the same discomfort that hasn’t gone away in years.

“Mig, you know Mama—”

“She’s the same. It’s fine, Gabri. It’s all my fault anyway Madre is like this.” Miguel moves past Gabriel to collect his bags. Gabriel scoffs.

“You know it wasn’t your fault,” Gabriel’s lips turn into a deep frown. “It was traumatizing. For all of us. We’re all coping with it.” He tries to reassure Miguel but it falls on deaf ears. He knows this because Miguel is still moving around, distracting himself.

Gabriel turns around to see the threshold of the kitchen and he can still hear the sound of their mother cleaning quietly. He turns back to Miguel. “See you tonight?”

Miguel faces Gabriel with a small smile, pretending like nothing had happened. “See you tonight.” He confirms.

He was set to leave at midnight, a giant wooly coat to keep him warm and a hefty amount of pouches and bags that didn’t really bother him with his massive strength. Gabriel watched as Miguel lugged the weight on his back, a feeling of discomfort in his heart. He just had a feeling that this isn’t what Miguel was meant to do. He thought his brother grew strong to protect–not to kill. However, he knew his brother was hard headed and stubborn. Once he set his mind to something, it was impossible to change his mind about it without a fight. Gabriel just hoped he’d come back safe and this would all be worth it. “Don’t get yourself killed.” Gabriel says grimly. Miguel takes his concern leisurely, brushing him off with a toothy grin. “Don’t worry about me, Gabri. I promise I’ll come home in one piece.” He faces his brother after putting the hoodie over his head. Gabriel’s frown doesn’t lift. “I’m serious, Miguel.” Miguel keeps grinning. “I know.” “Be safe. Mama and I will miss you.” At the mention of their mother, Miguel strains a smile and nods, patting his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder

“Yeah, I’ll miss you too. I’ll see you soon.” Miguel then turns away and walks off. He takes a few steps before his baby brother calls out to him again. “And send letters!” He hollers. Miguel doesn’t look back, offering a thumbs up in response. Gabriel groans but watches until his older brother is out of sight. A terrible feeling swirling in his stomach that nothing about this was right. Miguel at the center of their king’s bidding wasn’t something he wanted him to be a part of. He closed the door as he stepped back inside their small but cozy home, hoping and praying for Miguel’s return in one piece.

Miguel had been walking for days at this point. Etheria was definitely not a neighboring country. He had spent days and nights hitchhiking and using the money his king had given him for transportation on boats. When he left, fall had begun, a chilly air that would surely become rougher in the coming weeks. So, Miguel had hoped to reach at least the border’s of Etheria by the time the first snowfall came. When he had gotten the chance to jump on a small merchant boat to Etheria, he was also muddled with commoners looking for work. He paid them no mind and instead sat in a corner where he ate his bread and butter by himself. “What are you here for?” One man asks another. “Same as everyone here, most likely. There’s an opening for Etheria’s royal guards.” “Ah, they say there’s a lot of work there–not just for their army.” “Well with the war, there've been hundreds looking for jobs. With their iffy reputation too…I guess not many want to take chances.” A baby starts wailing and immediately a mother tries shushing it quiet, rocking it in a panicking manner. Miguel glares from the side, finding the crying unbearable. “And…what’cha here for, miss?” A man asks, shifting his legs uncomfortably.

The mother looks up with wide scared eyes. She holds her baby to her chest, the child grabbing at her shirt to find her milk. “I-I’m…looking for work. Escaping my country. I-It’s not safe.” “Pfft. Which country? All of them have gone to shit.” He shakes his head. The woman turns her head down meekly, helping her baby under her shawl to feed in privacy. “I’d rather not say… It’s not safe.” She mutters again, face contorted in fear and panic but her hands cradles her baby gently in her arms. Miguel rips his eyes off of the commoners and looks at the floorboards. He’s glad the crying had stopped.

Miguel kept his hood up and over his head when the boat docked the pier of Etheria. He quickly made a hast getting out, tired of the long weeks of sailing on water–he nearly got seasick. The workers on the port began surrounding the small ship, collecting and doting down the different goods that had come in. They ignore the commoners spilling out, unbothered and almost used to the amount of people sneaking on the boat. Miguel rested his bag on one shoulder, nearly all of his resources had been spent thus making it ten times lighter than when he left. He looked up at the night sky, the shades of dark blue had started to become a light blue with a light orange and yellow, but the sun hadn’t peeked just yet. He saw some dark clouds overhead, trying to overcome the sun’s warm light. Miguel hoped it wouldn’t be a downpour. He sighed to himself, a puff of air showing, before walking out of the pier. Miguel sniffled every few seconds and he got very annoyed very quickly. After seeing the town come into view, he decided to descend into the woods to rest. Miguel found a log to sit on and looked around the perimeter to find some sticks and rocks to make a small fire. Once he found what he needed, he began setting up his little campfire, lighting it up and huddling towards it for warmth.

“Damn this weather…” He shivered. He looked back up at the sky, the dark night sky had been replaced with a murky gray, some parts darker than others. He rested his back on the log, wrapping a soft blanket around his shoulders. Slowly, Miguel’s eyes had fluttered shut–exhaustion of the travel catching up to him and the relief of finally making it weighed on his body into a deep slumber.

He can’t remember how long he slept for, nor did he realize it. Which is why he woke up with a start, heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline running through his body and pulled out his blade from his belt up to his chest to defend himself when he felt someone poking him.

Miguel jumped back a few feet, a threatening glare in his eyes as he brought the blade up in a defensive stance. The stranger jumps back as well, not expecting that reaction and puts his hands up in mock defense. “Woah, woah! Slow down there! Easy with the knife, my wife would kill me if I dragged blood through the house.” He chuckles nervously and Miguel narrowed his eyes, unamused. “Who are you?” Miguel growls. The stranger slowly puts his hands down. “Name’s Peter. Now I know a lot of folks like camping and being out of their homes for a few nights but you’re obviously–uh– shaken, for a lack of a better term. So, are you a, uh, traveler?” Peter asks, squinting his eyes and raising his eyebrow. Miguel scans Peter. He could tell he had a lean frame even if his coat covered his whole body, he could see his legs. Skinny and shorter than him and it doesn’t look like he’s carrying any weapon but he couldn’t be too sure. He lowers his blade but still keeps it up to his body. Miguel remembers all the commoners in the boat. “Yes, I am.” He answers hoarsely. It had been a while since he spoke. “I’m… looking for work.” Peter claps with a grin and small laugh. “Oh, I gotta tell ya, you’ve come to the right place, big guy.” He places his hands on his hips and examines Miguel. Big muscle-y guy. Young and–just by the knife prepared when Peter nudged him awake with his foot–prepared and trained. “Y’know there’s a lot of job openings listed but, uh…I think one of ‘em would suit you nicely.” Peter nods, rubbing his chin in self approval. “When’d you get in?” Peter asks, snapping his fingers and pointing at Miguel. Miguel lowers his knife to his side. “A few hours ago.” Peter winces. “And you wouldn’t happen to have somewhere to stay, would ya?” Peter groans as he realizes that. He taps his foot on the ground, the grass making a soft shuffling sound with each tap. Miguel keeps his gaze hard as he watches Peter mutter to himself. Are the people of Etheria this…unprofessional?

“I got it!” Peter snaps his fingers again and laughs. “Oh, I’m a genius. I still got it.” He chuckles to himself that leaves Miguel dumbfounded. “I’ve got the perfect temporary place for you.” Miguel stares at Peter and Peter groans. “If you don’t want to sleep on a log for another night. Consider yourself lucky that I even thought about going on a hike this morning.” Peter dusts imaginary dirt off his coat shoulder. Miguel grumbles under his breath. He’d rather not sleep on a log–he guesses. “Show me where.” He grunts. “Oh,a little rough around the edges–noted. Traveling does that to ya, I guess.” Peter clears his throat. “Right, well, follow me. I can’t guarantee it though. My friends are a little picky but I’m sure with my word, they’ll consider it.” He eyes Miguel’s giant bag. “Need help?” Miguel quickly grabs it and sheathes his knife back into its holster. “No. Just lead the way.” Peter’s eyes squint subtly up at Miguel but nods, turning around to lead them both back into town. “So, where’re you coming from?” Peter asks, their shoes now meeting the cobblestone of the town hall.

“A small country. Rather not say.” Miguel mutters. Peter hums in understanding. “Right. Sorry. I forgot how…sensitive everything is.” He murmurs and glances at Miguel to give him a weak smile. Miguel notices his gray hairs clearly, eye bags under his eyes. “But wherever you come from, I promise it’ll get better. Especially here. Here, everyone has something for them.” Peter turns back to the front and doesn’t see the disdain on Miguel’s face. How dare these people be so blindsided and brainwashed that their country is doing good? Do they not know their history? Miguel begins to notice how they’re walking out of the town hall and passing by the commoner homes scattered across the plain. Instead they continue on the stoned path upwards to the gated entrance of the castle. He could feel a shiver run down his spine, his heart speeding up. “Where are we going?” Miguel demands, hand itching to grab his knife again. He knew he’d win against a man as weak as this ‘Peter’. He could crush him in seconds. “We’re meeting my friends. Just be cool, alright?” Peter grins over at Miguel and eventually reaches the gates where two soldiers stand on either side. Peter shoves his hands in his coat pockets. “Guys.” He greets them. “Peter! I thought you were still on leave?” The man on the right asks. “I am, Eddie. I just found this traveler guy, uh…” Peter stutters, realizing he hadn't asked for Miguel’s name. He leans back and whispers not so subtly. “What’s your name?” “Miguel.”

“Miguel! Miguel here is looking for work and a place to stay so–two birds with one stone–I brought him here.” “I don’t know, Pete. The queen–” Eddie speaks but is interrupted by the blonde soldier on the left. “The queen would most surely not like it!” Eddie sighs. “Ben’s right. Not just…everyone can step into the palace.” Peter scoffs. “What? The queen loves helping travelers find their footing here.” “Not directly inside the castle.” Eddie groans. “He’d do better doing it the normal way.” Miguel listens carefully to the conversation. He holds back his smile by biting his cheek. Could it really be this easy to step inside the castle? All because of this one naive man? He felt his heart pumping, the thought of being so close to pierce the princess’s heart. “I’m not just anyone, Eddie. The queen will understand–she’ll listen. Let us through. I’m still your superior.” Peter crosses his arms over his chest. Eddie tries to keep eye contact with Peter but closes his eyes with a deep sigh. “Ben, open the gates.” “Hell yeah!” The two guards open up the heavy black bar gates with a push. Miguel has to stop himself from racing in and finishing the job too early. Despite his excitement with how fast this plan was succeeding, he knew he had to be diligent. He had to make sure nothing could go wrong. Peter pats Miguel on the shoulder. “I’ll be introducing you so don;t worry about customs. Travelers get a pass for that.” He jokes and continues walking through with Miguel, Eddie pouting from behind as him and Ben reclose the gates.

Miguel looks on as Peter leads him towards the front of the castle. His eyes wander around the lavish and pristine marble look the royals of Etheria call home. He can’t help but scowl. Did your family achieve these luxuries by trading the blood of innocents? Miguel tipped his chin up, clenching his jaw. No matter how delicately sculpted and beautiful this place appeared, he could clearly see the crimson liquid staining the walls. His eyes landed on a figure at the top of a tower, where they loomed over the balcony. There stood a fair maiden with a small tiara on your head and a fluffy baby pink robe over your casual light pink dress. He figured you had to have been the princess. His blood boiled just seeing your face at peace, calmly and admiring the gray sky above. Suddenly, Miguel felt a frigid breeze and along with it came a few flurries of fallen snow. He looked up and saw tiny snowflakes fly down, decorating the grass and bushes with white sprinkles. He looked back to you and saw you sticking your hand out as if trying to collect the snow in your palm. You shivered and snuggled yourself back in your fluffy robe but still peeked into the sky to watch the snow fall. Your eyes followed a snowflake, watching it swirl and spin in a dance with the wind. It landed in a faint growing pile of snow next to someone’s shoes. You trailed your gaze up to the owner and met Miguel’s eyes. Shocked that there had been a person standing there for god knows how long, you scurried back inside and shut the balcony doors closed. Miguel tsked in annoyance and heard Peter call his name inside. With heavy steps. He swallowed down his anger of this situation and walked inside the castle doors where Peter waited with a warm smile.

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FOUR EYED

chapter one, armin x black reader. this is a book in which the reader is a bratty girl.

warnings: drugs, bullying, smut, sexual scenes, language.

001 ,

“Armin, don’t forget your lunch!” His mother shouted from her bedroom, armin sighs heavily. Glancing over at the navy blue bag that sat on of the marble countertop, “I won’t!” He shouted back as he stuffed the lunchbox in his bag, “Love you minnie!” She shouts, Armin chortles before turning the lock on the door he grasped the doorknob and opened it to a certain extent, “Love you too mom!” He leaves the house and locks the door behind him.

He steps down the porch steps, looking over by the house beside his own. Seeing that familiar brunette hair standing on the porch, a smile instant went on Armin’s face.

“Eren!” He shouts.

The brunette’s head snaps up with a confused glare, his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the blurry shadow figure by his front gates.

“Your glasses!” Armin shouts through a light chuckle, seeing his face relax, he digs in his bag and pulls out his glasses.

“Arminn” He smiled walking down the steps to hug his best friend, “Good morning,” Armin responds as they pulled away.

“Good morning,” Eren smiled, “What did mama Arlert give you today?” Eren questions as they began to walk along the sidewalk side by side. Armin shoulder shrugged.

“I think i got the lasagna she cooked last night.” Eren hums, “Did you see that update?” Eren asked which caused Armin’s face to screw, “Mortal Kombat or Fortnite?” “Fortnite.” He replied, “Oh yes, I haven’t gotten the chance to update it. But i’ll update it after school and we could play together.” Eren’s hands clapped from excitement of course.

“Oh crap, wait.” Eren groaned, “What happened?” Armin questioned as his eyebrow perks up. “That project from Mr. Simmins. I haven’t started on it and I need too.” Armin’s face scrunched up, he hasn’t seen anything about Mr. Simmins posting about a project. Maybe his class just hadn’t gotten there yet.

Since it’s filled with disrespectful students.

“Do you have a partner?” Armin inquired. “Yeah,” Eren blushed, “It’s Joyce.” He whispered with a full blown red face. “Isn’t she sisters with that brat?” Armin brusquely said, Eren’s shoulder shrugs softly.

“Yeah, but I think she’s the nice one.” Armin hummed.

Finally arriving early at the school, both students walked past the glass double doors. Stepping into the crowded hallways of Bridgetown HighSchool.

Armin walks over to his locker as Eren walks to his. Which was right beside Armin’s.

Armin placed in his combination, the locker opens with a snap. He stores his bag inside keeping his phone in his pants pockets. “Dude, i’m so mad i have math first period.” Eren soughed. “I thought you liked math?” Armin spoke softly as a chuckle emits from his mouth.

“Man I do but having it first period? I would rather have it in the middle of the day.” Armin chortles at his comment, “Oh no you would not. 5th period math class sucks, I’m with the brat and her hooligans.”

quick lil errr fit check.

armin’s fit

eren’s fit

y/n’s fit

joyce’s fit

anyway, back to the story.

Eren chuckled. “Damn, I feel bad for you. I just have one of her friends and they’re quiet.” Armin grins as he closes his locker causing it to lock, “Yeah cause they don’t have their freakin’ ring leader with them.” Armin scoffs as he held his english studies book between his armpits and his side.

“Hey, uhh armin right?” A girl with nice brunette lavish short hair said. Standing in front of Armin. “Yeah?” He answered eyeing the girl.

“I’m new to the school,” she chortles, “My name is Sasha.” She smiles as she placed out her hand for armin to shake.

He glanced over at Eren before returning the gaze back onto her hand, “Nice to meet you, Sasha.” He grins as he shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you too. Do you have any idea where the calculus class is?” She questions with her eyes squint. “Oh uhh.” Armin turned to Eren, “He’s going there now.” His emerald eyes panned over to the girl, “Oh, Uh, yes follow me.” He grinned as he began walking to his class as soon as the bell rang.

Armin sighs, sliding his hands into his pockets he trudges through the crowd of students who were trying to make it before that late bell rung. On his way to class, he saw you standing by his classroom door.

Looking all mad. Armin eyed you and than the outfit you had on.

The two piece juicy couture tracksuit. The fabric settling onto your body, framing it perfectly.

If it wasn’t for the way you acted, Armin would have most likely tried to take you out on a date. But you’re all bitchy because your father owns the school.

He walks pass you stepping into the classroom, your head perked up after your nose inhaled that familiar scent. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stepped inside the classroom, luckily this was your room or it would’ve been a different story.

browsing through the students trying to find that blond hair boy, seeing the tip of his hair peeking over a student you instantly made your way to the back.

Taking the empty seat beside him, you placed down your tote bag on the desk. Slightly slouched on the chair with one leg thrown over the next, “What do you want, Y/n.” Armin tiredly asked. “I wanna know why you didn’t do my chemistry homework,” Armin heavily exhaled leaning into his seat, “Bro, it’s your homework. Not mines, Y/n. You’ve could’ve done it yourself.” He jadedly said.

The tip of his pencil moved against his book, writing down every note Mr. Levi left on the board.

You sucked your teeth, completely ignoring his comment you pulled out the paper and slapped it onto his desk. “Do it.” You whispered.

Glancing away from him—Armin eyed you. That jet black lace front that framed your face and its beauty perfectly, the way your lips glimmered from the sun rays beaming through the large windows, your scent swallowed him whole. As if he couldn’t smell anything, but you.

And it made him mad. But he couldn’t do anything about it since your knuckle headed boyfriend who’s the caption of the football team is always not afraid to beat some geeks head in.

“F-Fine, whatever.” He stammered as he stores the paper into his folder, “I’ll do it after I do mines,” Your arms crossed on your stomach watching him from your peripheral vision, the way he was slouched forward writing down everything he saw on the white board, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. He takes his pointer to push it back up.

He than sits up to make sure he wasn’t missing anything, his messy blond hair framing his cubby face perfectly. As well as his black frames and his comely blue eyes.

He had a perfectly side profile, a nice snubby nose that was slightly red at the tip. His lips that were perfectly pushed outwards. His soft jawline and his adam apple that bobbed every time he’d swallowed. Olive skin that looked so soft if you were to touch it.

You swallowed dryly, looking away with an eye roll, beginning to realized that you were staring at him for too long.

part 2 soon. Hope you enjooyyyeddd, this was lowk rushed idk if u could tell it was but😭

[vctrvn-ls]

Heeyy idk if u write ff right now but if u do can u please do a niko o/s where him nd the reader are together nd they are filming woth the beta squad nd he keeps violating her as joke etc.(im literally head over heels for that man)

same bb Niko has my heart <3

Walmart Duster |Niko|

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"Yes? Hello." You held your phone up to your head with your shoulder as you rummaged through your bag "Yes I got my costume. Yes give me five minutes I'm almost there. Bye." You put your phone down and continued searching for your lipgloss that had fallen to the bottom of your bag.

Suddenly your phone began buzzing again.

"Shit," you picked it up "Oh excuse me sir take a right there, it's quicker." You pointed to the driver. "Hello?" You answered "Yes I'm coming. Chunkz just called...I'm the Grinch, why?"

"We're almost here, miss."

"Yes perfect- No one told me who to dress up as...You know what we'll talk inside. I'm here." You turned off your phone and tossed it into your bag.

"Thank you, please pick me up at 8pm." You got out of the car and took your hanger with your costume out of the trunk.

As you turned to the familiar Beta Squad house you instantly recognized Chunkz and AJ at the front door waving.

You chuckle to yourself and made your way over to the two of them.

"Finally, she makes it." Chunkz sarcastically claps his hands glancing at AJ who's just genuinely happy you're here.

"Lemme help with that." AJ took the costume cover and went inside while you hugged Chunkz hello.

"Good ride?"

"Yeah, nothing special." You shrugged as he held the door open for you to enter.

You were met with a series of cheers from the Beta couch.

"Hey guys!" You laugh in excitement and wave to everyone, a little overwhelmed by all the emotions. Kenny and Sharky get up to come greet you, which rose the question: Where was Niko?

"Hey!" Everyone in the hallway heard an annoyed yell from somewhere inside the house.

Well, speak of the devil.

You heard a series of footsteps and as they turned the corner, a tall green thing stood before you.

Honestly you only recognized that it was Niko because of his height. Instantly you burst out laughing, not being able to contain yourself, stomach already in pain.

Everyone else joined you.

"What was that?" Niko pointed behind him from the direction he came from.

Everyone exchanged confused, but on the verge of laughing, glances. In the moment AJ walked in from Niko's side, and you understood what he was implying at.

"What is your costume?" He pointed at you with his abnormally long and funny finger.

You tried to contain yourself from just laughing in response to his question, given his green state, but you managed to squeeze out "The Grinch?"

"Nooo!" He dramatically threw his arms up and turned on the spot like the drama queen he was. "I'm The Grinch."

"Same."

"No. There can only be one grinch. You aren't even the grinch, i-it was just a green fuzzy dress or whatever."

You couldn't tell if he was joking or being for real, because that's how it was with Niko most of the time, so you just went along "Even with just a fuzzy dress I'll be The Grinch. You're just a Grinch." Now that wasn't true at all, Niko was definitely THE Grinch with his totally over the top green face and big bushy eyebrows, but you said it so confidently that it almost sounded convincing.

Before Niko could reply or come up with a witty comeback like 'your mama so fat' Chunkz interrupted "Right everyone," he clapped his hands "Twenty minutes to get ready and then we'll film the intro."

Niko scoffed and stomped away, extra dramatically, while everyone else went to change into their costumes.

You slipped into your fuzzy green dress, pulled on some red elbow gloves and a Santa hat.

It wasn't really Christmas yet, not even close, it was in two weeks, but you knew the boys always filmed guest videos in advance just because it was more practical.

The forfeit for this video was a plate of the most disgusting food combinations ever, each numbered from 1-10. You had to pull out a number and whatever it matched up with went in your mouth.

After everyone separately filmed their part for the intro, you all gathered in the Mafia room and that's exactly when you got to see Niko in his full costume.

You honestly didn't know wether to laugh or be impressed.

"You look like a duster." He mumbled meanly as he felt you eyeing him up and down.

"I think we should sit the two Grinches next to each other." Sharky stated.

"Nothing would more disgraceful than sitting next to a green duster from Walmart." The cameras were already rolling so it was hard to tell what was being said for real and what was being said for content, you just genuinely laughed at his joke and purposefully sat down next to him.

He side-eyed you as you beamed at him, annoying him even more.

"Niko really thought he was being original by dressing up as the Grinch." Chunkz said to the camera as he pointed at Niko with his thumb.

"Yes!" Niko squeaked in a high pitched voice "Everyone drop what you're doing and comment right now that she looks like a Walmart duster!"

You dropped your mouth open in offense as you tried to suppress a laugh.

"Yeah, to be fair you kinda do." Chunkz says adding his little giggle at the end making everything ten times as funny and sending laughs through the room.

"The disrespect," you tried to speak through your own chuckles.

"Anyway!" He cut off the laughter just as easily as he had started it "Let's pick the caaaards."

Everyone took a card and secretively looked.

MAFIA

You suppressed a small grin and put your card under the couch.

This was gonna be good.

"Everyone!" Chunkz shouted "Close. Your. Eyes."

The tension rose in the room.

"Mafia!" He announces dramatically "Open. Your. Eyes."

You slowly opened your eyes, and without moving your head looked around. Not Sharky, not AJ beside him. Chunkz or Kenny? You glance to your left, no. Both of their eyes were closed...Which left...Niko.

You slowly looked up seeing his eyes open and stuck onto you. You bit your lip trying not to break into laughter from how hilarious he looked with all the makeup and extra long brows, you sent him a little wave, careful not to make too much noise, he moved his mouth but you didn't get any of the words he was trying to pronounce. You rose a brow and shook your head, telling him that you didn't understand.

He turned to the camera and rolled his eyes, as if saying "she's so dumb" to which you responded with a middle finger to his face.

"Mafia! Close. Your. Eyes...Everyone wake up!"

Everyone's eyes shot open and the accusations began to flood in.

"Why are you smiling Kenny?"

"Why are you laughing?"

"Yep it's Chunkz I heard his snowman suit rustling."

"I think it's Niko." AJ says slyly.

You nod "Definitely. I heard his eyes open."

Everyone laughs at your comment.

"I think we need to eliminate her." Niko places a finger on your shoulder "She has committed a crime. The crime of dressing up as a green duster from Walmart."

Of course everyone starts laughing, including you, but for real this was starting to piss you off. After all you wanted to win this, preferably also getting your revenge at Niko.

First round AJ was voted out. Why? No one knows, maybe it was because he didn't take anything seriously and as per usual he barely had any of his gross food for forfeit.

"That's gonna be you next." You heard Niko's low voice in your ear as he pointed with his hairy Grinch finger to coughing and struggling AJ. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned around almost head butting him, catching him off guard at how close your face was to his.

"You're going down, Omilana." You said narrowing your eyes, sending vibes of those bullies in cartoon shows.

As the second round started, suspicions were being aimed at Niko because he was being very talkative, but you decided not to go at him straight away.

"Guys, guys. You can't vote me out and leave her here. It would disgrace the Grinch race!" He said into the camera raising his hairy eyebrows. And there he was defending himself with the duster jokes again.

"You even thinking you could pull that off is a disgrace."

"Sorry I don't speak duster." Niko turned to you.

"Why'd you need to fake big hairy eyebrows when you could've just painted over your own big hairy eyebrows?"

"Wooaahhh!" The room filled with laughs, impressed calls and wheezes as everyone watched you and Niko scrap about nothing.

"Aye you guys might as well lips now." Chunkz slipped in those words that changed which whole atmosphere. You and Niko stared at him in shock while everyone else burst into laughter. A small smile edged on your lips as you slowly looked over at Niko. His expression was priceless. Mouth open, eyebrows up and eyes as big as saucers. You giggled nudging him in the ribs.

"Don't talk to me, duster." Niko crossed his arms over his fake big belly and tried to move away from you.

"Even though you're taller than me, I feel like I'm looking down at you."

"VIO! VIO!" Sharky pointed at Niko, who's mouth was open again.

"Woooow," Chunkz's eyes were huge as he looked at you "Did you get that?" He turned to the camera and held his finger up "Gyal said even though I'm shorter than you, I feel like im looking down at you."

No one expected that, and you were genuinely proud of yourself. You shot Niko sneaky look and nudged him in the ribs again.

"Ow!" He yelled bending down this time reacting.

So far the game was looking good for you. Sharky had his suspicions on Chunkz and Niko.  Kenny had his suspicions on Niko and you, but that didn't matter because Chunkz had his suspicions on Niko and Sharky.

Honestly you could've probably won next round if you had sided with Niko somehow, maybe if you thought a little about how to point fingers at Kenny because of how bad he was at Mafia. But no. Your plan was to win and alongside that see Niko coughing up some cow tongue or pickled eggs.

"Everyone tell me what is your card right now." You proclaimed enthusiastically, previously mentioning that you had a special trick.

"8 of hearts." Sharky replied without even thinking.

"6 of clubs?" Kenny asked more than said.

"9 of diamonds." Chunkz answered and looked at Niko who was supposed to respond next.

"7 of spades." Niko made up his card "Wait are we even allowed to do that?"

And this is where your plan stepped in.

"7 of spades?" You ask him, doing your best to act surprised, Sharky and Chunkz observed your reaction, taking it in as a genuine one.

"Yes." Niko laughed in slight confusion, sure that you'd back him as his partner in crime.

"Why what's yours?" Sharky quizzed leaning in.

"I have seven of spades." Your tone was low, like in those movies when the detective finally figures out who the murderer was.

Being totally clueless everyone breaks into gasps, naively believing you.

"Wait wait wait," Niko continued laughing nervously "She could be lying." But coming from his mouth it sounded not so convincing.

"I know it's you." You pointed at his chest, riling him up for real as he let out an offended scoff "This just proves it."

"I mean she could be lying. They were messing since the beginning of the game." Sharky pointed out.

"Was it messing or flirting?" Chunkz joked and you raised your eyebrows. You were about to end those jokes.

"If I was Mafia I would've sided with him."

"Would you now?" Niko said chuckling dryly at the irony, but no one payed attention to him.

"Mafias aren't allowed to go against each other right?"

"Wooaahh, did everyone get that?" Chunkz pointed at you. You cringed inside realizing that the phrasing was poor and now the situation looked bad for you.

"What? I'm just asking." You said innocently.

"You realize that if it's not Niko we're all gonna think it's you?" Sharky said.

"It's not me though. Listen guys I just wanna win this."

"Yeah win as the Mafia by getting an innocent civilian out!" Niko threw his arms up.

"I'm willing to bet that it's definitely Niko." Kenny said which was the starting point of voting.

"Same."

"No no no guys," Niko leaned onto the back of the couch in defeat. He saw your eyes sparkle with passion for the game and obvious revenge.

After the voting Niko was obviously out and the five of you headed to the table of gross food.

While you walked there you had managed to poke Niko three times without anyone noticing which absolutely sent him. He was so pissed he thought he was going to burst.

You secretly winked at the camera before turning to the table where Niko sat, nervously eyeing the laid out disgusting food, if you could even call it that.

"You guys are making a big mistake, it's her! It's the duster!" But it was too late for jokes now, he was already sat at the table, ready to pick out a number.

"Shush you." You held out the hat with the numbered pieces of paper. "The best Grinch wins." You grin from ear to ear as he picks up a folded piece of paper, glaring up at you.

"5." Niko reads and everyone starts searching for dish number 5 on the table.

"That's brains." AJ says.

"You shush you're already out you pussy." Niko points at AJ who was peaking from the other side of the table.

"Shit it is brains." You look at the plate that looked vile. A grey splat of goo with little wavy lines on it. As Niko takes the plate and puts it in front of him everyone "ew's".

"Maybe it's not so bad." He takes the knife and fork.

"No that is bad." Kenny laughs from behind him. Niko cautiously begins cutting a piece of the brain and as he slices, a splash of liquid shoots outs to the side, making you gag and cough.

"That is disgu-" you gag again covering your mouth.

"Now now don't do that!" Niko yells out without taking his eyes off the brain. "If someone throws up I'm throwing up right after them."

"Yeah, if you guys didn't know that's actually for real. Like Niko can eat the most disgusting foods but if someone gags he's done." Chunkz says to the camera and then proceeds to titter making everyone else laugh.

"Alright it's time for you to eat that Mister Nikolas Omilana." Chunkz announced.

"Wait let me ju-"

"Nah nah stop the waffling." AJ laughs.

"Shut up you rat. You're out."

"Eat it Niko!" You shouted standing a meter away from the table so you didn't have to see the brains that clearly.

Hesitantly, Niko lifted up the fork that had a grey slimy piece on it. Everyone paused as he took a bite. He chewed three times before almost spitting it out.

The room filled with laughs and "ooh's" as Niko really struggled to chew. Despite being seconds away from throwing up yourself you wanted Niko to really suffer.

"Accept your defeat by a duster." You whispered theatrically while squeezing his shoulders. He screwed his eyes shut and shook his head, hastily getting up and running over to the kitchen sink spitting everything out and coughing.

"Please, water." Niko winced at the disgusting aftertaste, but neither you nor the boys went over to help. Everyone was too busy laughing and talking while George filmed Niko suffering in the kitchen.

"That's what you get for calling me a duster." You turned to the other camera and smiled.

"Reveal your caaaard!" Chunkz shouted, and Niko pulled out his king of spades while still coughing over the sink.

Everyone cheered and you and Sharky held hands while jumping in a circle and chanting "Niko's a schmuck! Niko's a schmuck!"

Fast forward to the intense moment of you, Chunkz and Sharky deciding who the last mafia was. Getting Kenny out was easy because he was making zero sense in his arguments.

Just like earlier in the game, Sharky still had his suspicions on Chunkz and before Chunkz could say anything you brought up the fact that when everyone voted for AJ he voted for you, giving you some sort of reason to vote for him.

By now obviously Chunkz had a hunch that it was you, but Sharky wouldn't believe him anyway since he was fully convinced that Chunkz was the imposter. And after the final voting it was Chunkz's turn.

"Pickled eggs isn't even that bad!" Niko exclaimed.

"Shut it." Chunkz spat "Idiot." He took the fork and poked the jiggly egg.

"Hurry up." Sharky said impatiently, bouncing on the spot. But it was over for him. You had won already, just how you wanted.

"Eeewww," Chunkz managed to say as he swallowed a piece of the egg. "See that's how real men do it you pussio." Chunkz looked at Niko, stating the fact that he had managed to eat without spitting all over the sink.

"I had BRAINS!" Niko squeaked in defense.

"What's your card!?" Sharky shouted over the top of them.

Chunkz rummaged through his suit and pulled out the card from god knows where and slammed it onto the table right in front of Sharky.

"You idiot!" Chunkz sneered as Sharky let out a wail.

"Nooo!" He whined "Wait what? It was you?!"

"WE WOOONNN!" You shouted jumping up and down around Niko who was clearly pissed.

"I do not associate myself with her." Niko said into the lens as you continued celebrating.

"Gyal got brains." Chunkz laughed into Nikos face "She got you and we all believed her. You disgrace." Chunkz flicked his wrist.

"Cmon smile, we won!" You grinned sitting down next to Niko on a chair in a red lit room. You were filming the comments now and you had to talk about the victory.

"I don't even want to talk to her." Niko says into the camera pointing at you.

"There are two Mafias. We were supposed to work together." Niko articulated.

"Well maybe you should've stopped violating me every two seconds." You pointed out.

"Someone please evacuate her out of this building." Niko put his hairy gloved hand over your face.

"Niko!" You moved his hand away and spat out little pieces of green hair. The two of you shared a laugh before continuing to film.

After the civilians filmed their part under green lighting, the shooting for the day was finally over.

"Hey how about we order some pizza?" AJ suggested "Will you be staying longer?" He asked you. You glanced at the time, it was 6:27pm.

"Yeah, I've got time till 8:00." You said taking off your Santa hat and running your hand through your hair.

"Sweet."

"Yeah Sharky's gonna order because he's the dumbest idiot I've ever met." Chunkz says.

"Wha-I was sure it wasn't her!"

"Yeah yeah whatever."

"Alright who wants what?"

After figuring out the order everyone went to change back into their normal clothes.

You pulled Niko aside and made him take photos with you, Grinch with Grinch, that type of thing. He looked hilarious. You tried to pose in a cute way in the mirror, more or less, but Niko just stood there like a statue and pierced you with his gaze through the mirror.

"Relax," you laughed snapping a photo as you stood on your tiptoes to not seem so short.

"Get down," he pushed your shoulder "Stay short."

You rolled your eyes and after a few more photos, this time on his phone, you both went to change...well Niko had to scrub his face off to get that green paint of his face.

The rest of the evening was calm, you all chatted and ate, while a boring movie played in the background. You talked about mafia, work and future projects that might be coming up.

Today was pleasant, filming with the boys was always fun, you just wished you could do it more.

"Thank you for having me guys." You were enveloped by a big group hug.

"Thank you for coming." Chunkz said.

"Yeah today was fun." Sharky agreed.

"I'll see you guys, hopefully soon." You let go of them and picked up your bag.

"Niko will help you with this, right?" Kenny grinned at his friend as he held up the hanger with the costume cover, which had the "duster dress" inside it. Niko rolled his eyes and took the costume "Yeah." He said not so enthusiastically and followed you.

"Bye guys!" You waved the final time as you and Niko walked over to your driver's car.

As the two of you walked you shared some enjoyable silence with mutual smiles on your faces. He helped you put the costume in the backseat and as you were about to get into the car he finally decided to speak up "Hey I was wondering." He began with a slight smile on his face "Could I like, maybe, get your number?"

You were surprised, but overjoyed at the fact that he asked, not being able to hold in the beaming grin that shone on your face.

"I need to track you down and burn that dress."

You chuckled and nodded answering with a simple “yeah” to not seem too excited.

You decided to ignore the fact that he could've just texted you on Instagram and asked there, but maybe this was his way of showing his interest in you.

"On one condition though," you paused before typing your number into his contacts.

He raised his eyebrows and waited for you to continue.

"You don't name me Duster in your chats."

He nodded "Oh yeah yeah, of course not."

"Uhuh?"

He shook his head "Nah it's a dead joke."

You weren't convinced at all, but still put your number in his phone and handed it to him.

He smiled in response.

"You have a very weird way of getting girls. Violate them and then ask for their number."

He shrugged "Part of the rizz you know?"

You laugh at his comment and pull him into a hug "Bye Omilana."

"Peace to all." He tapped your shoulder.

You roll your eyes and get into the car and, as your driver greeted you and double checked that you were going home, Niko kept waving.

You waved in response before you turned the corner, and almost instantly your phone buzzed. You opened your messages only to be met with this:

[reashot]

Nice to Mate You Jaune

Mama Arc: Honey, look. My friend Summer and her daughters is coming over to visit. Say hi to them.

Jaune: Oh hi. Mrs. Summers nice to meet you.

Summer: Well hi to you too. (He is so handsome 😍) You must be the famous Jaune Arc I keep hearing about. I want to introduce you to my two daughter.

The blonde is the oldest. Her name is Yang.

Yang: What's up, and nice to meet a fellow Blondie. *shakes hand*

Jaune: Nice to meet you too... (Don't look down at her chest.)

Yang: You know it's okay to stare...

Summer: And my youngest and definitely the cutest. Ruby!

Ruby: 👀 Staring silently at Jaune 👀

Summer: I'm sorry. She's a bit shy and as you clearly see she takes after her mother. She's a wolf faunus like me.

Jaune: I can see that. Nice to meet you Ruby and your mother is right you really are cute...

Ruby: (He thinks I'm cute🥰)

*wags her fluffy bushy tail*

Summer: *sniff around* (Oh Ruby, you're so adorable. First time meeting a cute boy and you're already thinking about mating with him. You're letting out so much pheromone if any wolf faunus around they will tackle you to the ground and forcibly mate with you.)

Jaune, now that we fully introduced ourselves. How about you show us where your father is?

Jaune: Oh, of course he is usually at his study. Come on I'll show you around.

Ruby: *hugs Jaune's arm* I-I'm sorry... *blush*

Jaune: I-it's okay. *blush*

Yang: Looks like someone like you. 🤭

Summer: I'm sorry Jaune, but can you let Ruby hold you like that for a while?

Jaune: Yes! O-of course. Ruby you can hold me as much as you want.

Ruby:

Summer: See. I told you that my Ruby will be perfect for your Jaune.

Mama Arc: Oh my Oum. You're right sum-sum they're so cute together. Hey, you think she's okay with giving us grandchildren?

Summer: *sniffs again* Oh, I don't think it would be a problem. (Damn Ruby, you're practically signaling to the whole town you want to mate... And you swaying your hip like you want to be violently bred doesn't help. At this rate you going to end up giving me grandchildren before the night is over.)

Arc Family's Study

Mama Arc: Honey. I brought Summer and the rest of her family.

Papa Arc: Ah so nice to meet you again Summer. To bad your husband can't join us.

Summer: Oh you know how Tai is. He's just overprotective when it's comes to Ruby.

Papa Arc: Then how did he take it. This arrangement of ours?

Summer: Eh.... 😬

Papa Arc: That Bad?

Summer: He threatened to kill the entire Arc family's bloodline if we go through with this.

Papa Arc: Ha, ha. Oh. I say let him try not the first time anyone tried to kill us. But seeing all of you are here. So how did you managed to convince him?

Summer: Let's just say I had help from a little bird.

Rose-Xiaolong's house. 🏠

Tai: Let me out of here!!! My beautiful daughter is about to be stolen from me!

Qrow: Melodramatic much? Ruby just going to a matchmaking date with the Arc's family brat. It's not like she's going to get hitched right away.

Tai: Shut up traitor! You don't know that. My daughter is so incredibly cute and beautiful. Any boy would immediately propose to her on sight. Heck I would if she wasn't mine!

Qrow: Okay... I didn't need to know that. *takes a swig* Oh I should have brought something stronger.

Back to the Arc's family residence

Papa Arc: No doubt it must be hard to convince him. And I believe we haven't been introduced yet, little lady.

Yang: Yang's the name and puntification is my game. Nice to meet you Mr. Arc and thank you for letting us inside your lovely home. Don't mind me I'm just chaperoning my cute little sister. But I guess she doesn't need me now with you around, right Blondie?*poke*

Jaune: *clear throat* I'm not sure how I supposed to feel about that. But Dad I want to introduce you to Ruby.

Ruby: ..... *hugs Jaune tighter*

Papa Arc: So this cute lil cub is Ruby I keep hearing about? Nice to meet you little girl.

Ruby: .....

Summer: *psst* Ruby say something.... Oh my Oum...

Ruby: ....

Summer: (Oh no she's gone into heat. I gotta do something before she pounced on Jaune. But what to do? Oh darn it. Desperate times call for desperate measure.) Hey Jaune, try calling her a good girl.

Jaune: Calling her what?

Summer: Good girl. Now do it. It's what I do to "calm" her down. And don't forget to rub her head while you do it.

Jaune: Uh, okay... *rubs her head* Good girl, Ruby you're such a good girl.

Ruby: 🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇 *fell down on the floor*

Jaune: Oh no, Ruby are you okay?!

Ruby: *glomp Jaune*

Jaune: *blush* Wow. I guess you're okay now...

Ruby: I am, when I'm with you... *rest on Jaune's chest*

Jaune: Take as much time as you want Ruby. I'm not going anywhere....

Ruby: *rubs her scent all over Jaune*

Jaune: Ruby. Did you smell something?

Ruby: (It's my musk. It means I'm ready to mate with you.) No Jaune I didn't smell anything.

Jaune: I see. It smells nice though.

Mama Arc: Aww... See Honey. I told you that Ruby girl is perfect for our boy.

Papa Arc: Well there is no doubt that Ruby is perfect for Jaune, but I have to reject Ruby's engagement with Jaune.

*record scratch*

Summer: WHAT!!!

Mama Arc: Honey... Please tell me the reason why you don't want Ruby for our son? *twitchy eyes*

Papa Arc: Well, just look at her hips. *grabs Ruby her hips and shake her around*

She can maybe give around 2-3 children Max. Not to mention her small hips means pregnancy can be especially difficult.

Ruby: *pained howl*

Jaune: Stop it dad, you're hurting her!

Summer: You reject my darling Ruby just because she has a small hips *resisting the urge to kill*

Papa Arc: I'm afraid so. But it's not that I don't like Ruby. Not at all. But she's not the right fit for my Jaune. (in more ways than one)

Summer: I'll kill you!!!

Mama Arc: Wait stop sum-sum he's my husband!

Summer: Let me at 'im! He dare make up an obvious lie just because he doesn't want his son to be with Ruby.

Mama Arc: It's not a lie Sum. It's the truth. An Arc especially a male heir are expected to have as many children as he can. For that they make sure to pair him up with the most suitable woman.

Summer: Wait, doesn't that mean you too?

Mama Arc: Yes I'm afraid so. Me and my husband's marriage were arranged. by our own parents. That's why I wanted Jaune to at least have a choice in choosing his own partner. And why I want it to be the daughter of my best friend. That's why I made that promise with you all those years ago.

Jaune: Wait, Mom what promise are you guys talking about?

Mama Arc: *sigh* It's going to be a surprise but I guess the wolf is out of the bag now... It's a promise your mom and Ruby's mom make that if we have both have children we're going to set them up with each other. To you know. To deepen our friendship and our family's bond.

Jaune: *gasp* Ruby! Did you know about this?!

Ruby: N-no. My mom told that I would meet a boy and if I like him. I can ask him to be my mate...

Jaune: Do you want me to be your mate?

Ruby: *nods*

Jaune: I'm honored, thank you for choosing me. *rubs her head*

Ruby: *purr*

Summer: OMG OTP. Arc! You better let my Ruby have your boy!

Papa Arc: Sorry Summer but the answer is no. And an Arc never go back on their promise... But how about your other daughter?

Summer: You mean Yang?

Papa Arc: She's perfect to be an Arc's Bride don't you think?

*pick up and shakes Yang around*

This the golden ratio of Birthing Hips. Just look at her, she can pump out a dozen or more kids without any difficulty. (Not to mention she can probably take Jaune's full length, Sorry Sum, but I'm doing this for Ruby's sake too.)

Yang: What?

Summer: You have got to be kidding. I wanted Ruby x Jaune. Just look at them they're clearly perfect with each other.

Papa Arc: I can't deny that. They do look rather good with each other. But remember I had an arranged marriage. And I love my wife very much. Maybe Yang and Jaune can come to love one another too. Look at it this way you both can still keep your promise together by marrying Jaune to Yang. (And this way I won't be responsible if Jaune split Ruby in half.)

Summer: But my ship?...

Yang: Uh look. It's not that I think that Jaune isn't good looking at all. But I don't want to steal Jaune away from my sister... (And I don't like the way she is looking at me right now.)

Ruby: *growl* (Mate about to be stolen. Must kill potential rival.)

Jaune: Ruby why are you growling like that. You're not thinking about killing your own sister so you can have me all for yourself right? Because I will be very cross with you if you do.

Ruby:

No of course not Jaune, what makes you think that. (Note to self. Make sure it looks like an accident.)

Yang: Wow relax sis. I'm not gonna steal yo' man.

Ruby: (You better not😠)

Yang: Besides we are not "pearfect"🍐 for each other.

Jaune: You could say we're not "meat" 🥩 to be...

Yang: Gods I want you inside me right now, so you can put your babies inside me... Oh crap.

Ruby:

[valiantroeagleangel]

Jolly's alphabet

Jolly Karlsson x female reader

Bad Omen's alphabet request part 2. Jolly my dear man. This is obviously NSFW.

Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @malice-ov-mercy @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @cookiesupplier @cncohshit @lma1986

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Let's face it, Jolly knows how to take care of someone. I think that he can be really rough during sex so he will make it up to you afterwards.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with this dude's arms and hands but I want to say his arms and hands. Fuck me they are so fucking hot so it has to be his favourite body part.

For you, ass man. Slaps your ass when you bend a little too much in front of him. And I'm pretty sure he can't say no to a nice cleavage too. That aside I think he is a pretty caring guy so he might just like to see you smile, obsessed with the way your lips curve.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

CUM INSIDE. WANTS TO FILL YOU UP. thank you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Already have fucked a glove full of boiled pasta to masturbate. Why? I don't know, he just felt like it. Wondered how it would feel and then just did because he had this power.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This dude is experienced. He has to be. But not in the "Omg Noah and Nicholas must be so experienced" kind of way. You know what I'm talking about and no, that's not it. Jolly is EXPERIENCED. For real, he fucking knows what he is doing and he is totally chill about it. Maybe it's because he is the oldest, something to do with maturity.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He loves to see you ride him. Once again he can't say no to a nice cleavage so seeing your boobs in this position just got him STONKS. And that way he can grab your hips and push you down on him and he loves it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can crack a dad joke and then go full serious like nothing happened. This dude isn't scared to break character, it's more fun and intimate to him. It's the two of you so if he wants to make a cheesy joke he will but he will also make sure to fuck you in full mode just after that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Come on, let's be real. This is bushy. He might trim it a bit sometimes but I'm sure he mostly doesn't care much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic but not in a very cliche way. He will make sure that you feel loved, that you know he cares and that he can take care of you but like don't expect him to wait for you naked on the bed with a rose in his mouth, surrounded by candles and red sheets. Or maybe he will do it but then burst into laughter because what the fuck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbate in that little thing that I don't remember how it's fucking called in English but you know it's like a fake vagina in plastic and you just fuck into it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Back to the cum thing, he has a breeding kink. Wants to fuck you dumb and push a baby into you. HIS baby hm.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I'm sure this dude likes to fuck you in the bathroom so he can watch your reflection and now that I'm writing it here I want to do a fic about that. Anyway, he will bend you over the sink and fuck into you like a beast as he watches you fall apart, your makeup running down your face, completely ruined.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You know that saying that says "A hole is a hole. Men can fuck walls or corpses." Well, I hate to say that but I think that Jolly is the kind to get horny over the most random and little things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Alright to come back to the last point I was kidding. Jolly isn't fucking corpses. But the hole in the wall...

No okay just kidding, but I don't know what would turn him off except dead people and animals maybe.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. Likes to eat you and likes you to eat him. He likes to fuck your throat roughly, letting your gag over him as he pushes in your mouth with both of his hands on the back of your head. Though he will also make you sit on his face and suffocate under your pussy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This man fucks like a beast I'm sorry y'all. He can be sensual, he can be tender and caring but it will always end with him grabbing you and fucking into you senselessly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Likes them and will do it often. I think he likes the idea of quickly getting you off but not enough for you to be good to go. So he will fuck you quickly before a show or before leaving. Letting you on that high but not enough for you to come down. He will leave you horny and think about how wet you might be all day just for him to fuck you in the night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I'm pretty sure he is ready to experiment. When you arrive to the point where you are fucking boiled pasta you can try a lot of things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I said it before but that dude is horny okay. He fucks and he fucks for a long time, many rounds if he wants to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh he has toys, for you, for him, for everybody. Fuck that little plastic vagina I told you about but will also fuck you with a dildo if he wants to (or any other toy).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unfair in the way that he likes to get you aroused, like really aroused before fucking you. he wants you to mewl for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans and grunts. He is not afraid of being loud or of letting you know that he fucking likes it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a thing for footjobs.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I don't think it's THAT massive but he can still defend himself with it. It might be heavy and thick but not super long.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Horny Jolly = high sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once you're both taken care of, he will take you in his arms and just fall asleep, snoring deeply.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Simply The Best

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 😘💕

Synopsis: You're nominated with many BET awards alongside your husband this year and although he wasn't able to go with you, he is always going to let you know how proud he is of you and how you're simply the best in his eyes

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😘💕

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Today was a day that you would look forward to every year since you were younger and now that you were one of the artists nominated, it wasn't any different. You were currently in L.A. for the BET awards and you had been nominated in a few categories which you were surprised by seeing as you had mostly done features after the triplets were born. 

You were simply laying down taking everything in when your phone went off alerting you to a text from your husband who was currently on his way to Paris. Once the award show was over, you would be on the next flight to meet up with him for fashion week. The triplets were currently at home with your parents and you honestly couldn't wait to get back home to them.

Smush- Good morning baby. So incredibly proud of you, but you already knew that. Kick ass today and show them why we call you the queen of the south. I love you till the end of time and even after that.

You- Good morning hubby. Thank you and I love you more. I miss you 😔 

Smush- I miss you too and there's less than 24 hours until I get to hold you.

You- Don't make me cry 🥺

Smush- No need to cry and I have a surprise for you later 👀

You- 👀

Smush- You'll know when you see it

You had asked Blanca and Jessica to come with you along with Brandi and Julissa. You would have asked Curse to come along too but she was already in Paris with Urban so you would be able to see her tomorrow.

After checking in with your mom and making sure the triplets were good, you were interrupted by a knock on your door. Once you opened it, you were met with Brandi smiling at you and being bright eyed and bushy tailed while you were still trying to get yourself together. 

"Morning boo." She said while pushing past you to come into your suite and lay on the couch.

"Morning." You quietly said while thinking about what you were going to order for breakfast or if you wanted to get everyone together to go out to eat.

"Today's the day. Are you excited?"

"As always, I just miss Jack and my babies." And as soon as you said that there was a facetime call coming through your phone from your mom and you quickly answered.

The first person you saw on the screen was Axel and you could hear your mom in the background.

"Ax! I told you to wait for me and not to push the button yet while I get your sisters!"

"But I wanna see mommy. Hi, mommy!"

"Good morning my baby! I miss you!"

"I miss you too."

"I'll be back in about another week or so."

Just then you saw your two girls sit next to Ax and got an even bigger smile on your face. One thing you always held in the back of your mind was how proud of yourself you were to be able to give birth to all three of them at one time.

"Mommy!" They both exclaimed as you saw your mom come up behind them.

"Are you three on your best behavior and not giving grandma a hard time?"

"She let us have cake for breakfast." Autumn said and your eyes went wide. 

"MOM!"

"See, Autumn! I told you to keep quiet and that it was our secret!"

"Oops." 

"Hold on, let me add daddy. Hopefully he's not too busy and answers." You said and Ivy looked at you confused.

"He never too busy for us, mama. He tells us that all the time." She said which made you smile and nod your head.

It didn't ring for long before he answered and the triplets just about screamed at the top of their lungs when they saw him.

"DADDY!"

"Are those my adorable babies and beautiful wife along with my second mother?"

"Yes!"

"You and mama gone too long." Axel said and started to pout while you could tell that it had made Jack upset but he tried not to let it show.

"And we'll be back before you know it." He quickly answered and Autumn nodded in approval while Axel sighed and Ivy became more interested in her shoelaces.

Even though this was the life you had chosen right alongside your husband, you had been reflecting on it a lot and you knew that you didn’t want to miss out on anything with them especially while they were still so young. You loved writing songs and making music, however, you loved your babies more and would always be thinking about them and putting them first. You hadn’t brought it back up to Jack yet, but you didn’t see yourself making music forever. Your feelings might change in the next few years, but right now that was where your head was at. 

“And we’ll have an ice cream date and movie night in the backyard. As long as you three stay on your best behavior.” You said while eyeing them. 

“Ohh, and it’s my turn to pick!”

“Nuh uh, you picked last time!”

“Did not! Ivy picked!”

“OKAY! Cut it out. And mom, no more cake for breakfast for them.”

“MOM, YOU GAVE THEM CAKE?” Jack exclaimed because he knew that they would be bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day. You knew that he was probably getting flashbacks from the one time they stole Urban’s slurpee from 711 and drank the entire thing in three minutes. 

“A little cake never hurts! I gave it to Y/N sometimes and she turned out just fine.” Your mom answered before you rolled your eyes. 

“Not the point, mom. Not the point.”

“Anyway, me and the babies have a full day ahead of us. Don’t worry about them. You two just do what you do best and I’ll make sure they stay in one piece. Babies say bye to mommy and daddy.” Your mom said and you could feel your eyes start to water. You already had bad separation anxiety from Jack, but now that you had three more people who were half of you and half of him, it was ten times worse. 

“Bye mommy and daddy! We hope you win tonight. Grandma said we can’t watch the whole thing.” Axel said while trying to balance the phone in his hand. 

“What does being too grown mean?” Ivy asked and you and Jack stifled a laugh.

“It means that you can watch it when you’re older. But if mommy wins, which we all know she will, Grandma will let you watch her acceptance speech.” Jack said and Ivy being satisfied with that answer nodded her head.

“Bye mommy and daddy. I love you. Now, onto more important things. Grandma, can I have more cake? With ice cream this time?” Autumn asked and you immediately shook your head. 

“Autumn! No!” Both you and Jack said at the same time, but she looked at your mom for approval instead. 

“How about we get lunch first at least?” She answered and you both shook your heads.

“We like staying with you grandma. You feed us the good stuff. Mommy and daddy make us eat veggies and fruit.” Ivy confessed and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“Don’t worry, the three of you will later.”

All three of them then got a pout on their face while you and Jack tried not to laugh.

“Bye, babies, we love you.” You and Jack said because you know they can’t stay still for long.

“Love you too!” 

Your mom hung up leaving only the two of you and all Jack was doing was staring at you and smiling. 

“What?” You asked somewhat, shying away from him.

“Nothing, my wife is just really pretty.”

“Oh my gosh, stop. I literally cannot wait to see you.” You said as Brandi now started to poke your side and mouthed that she was hungry.

“Me either!” You heard a voice in the background exclaim and knew that it was Urban.

“Love you too, Urby.”

“Please hurry up and get here. You know how your husband is. Oh, and good luck tonight but you don’t even need it. My best friend is the shit.”

“I just wish the two of you were here with me.”

“Less than 24 hours, mamas. But in the meantime, you got this. Send me a pic of your outfit later and you know I’ll be watching your performance.”

Just then you heard,”RIP ME OUT THE PLASTIC, I BEEN ACTIN’ BRAND NEW!” and Jack moved the phone so you could see Curse dancing with her headphones on not having a care in the world and immediately laughed.

“As you can see we all miss you.” Jack said as you then saw Urban go up behind her and started dancing with her. 

“Miss yall too, and I promise to send you pictures.”

“Remember what I said earlier, show them why we call you the queen of the south. Your surprise is waiting for you there later and you have another one waiting for you when you get here.”

You had now finished getting ready and it was time for you to walk the red carpet. You hated doing them by yourself, so Jessica and Blanca volunteered to walk it with you and they would be sitting by you throughout the entire show. 

“No reason to be nervous, you’ve done this a million times.” Brandi said while taking both of your hands in hers and motioning for you to take a deep breath.

“Yes, but this is my first one after they’ve been born and I just… I don’t know. My anxiety is getting to me again.”

“We’ll be with you the entire time.” Blanca said as you simply nodded your head seeing as both of them would be a part of your performance when you did Put It On The Floor. 

“Jack just sent me a text and told me that the bad chips and hot decisions crew needs to be on their best behavior tonight and that we need to get you to see him in Paris after we’re done in one piece.” Jessica said and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“He would say something like that.”

“I can’t with that man.” Brandi said and the four of you laughed. Julissa came over to make sure not a hair was out of place before you began to walk down the carpet.

You ended up taking a few pictures by yourself, but sent the ones that you took in the hotel to Jack and he immediately responded.

Smush- How many babies do you want me to put in you when I see you tomorrow? Lol but on a serious note, you look so beautiful, baby. So proud to call you my wife.

You- Julissa is going to kill you for making me cry and messing up my make-up

Smush- Just calling it like I see it. Go out there and do what you do best (besides giving me head and making me get bricked up with the slightest touch). I’ll be watching.

You- I literally CANNOT WITH YOU. I’ll call you as soon as I’m on the plane.

Smush-I love you

You- And I love you more

Smush- Don’t start because no you don’t

You- This shall continue when I touch down in Paris

As you were backstage getting ready for your performance, Jessica held one hand as Blanca held the other as you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Come on queen of the south, let’s get it. But most importantly remember to have fun.” Julissa said while winking at you and fixing a few stray curls. You simply nodded at her while smiling and fixing your wedding ring.

You as well as your dancers got in position and you were simply waiting for your cue.

You heard DJ Von’s voice and it was showtime. 

“I’d like to welcome yall to the Big Latto show, who we also know as Y/N, the first lady of private garden. She’s about to show yall why we call her the queen of the south.  I need a clean up on aisle 7.”

When your performance was over, you headed back to your seat and was fumbling with your shoe trying to snap it back when you heard the category that you were nominated in being announced. 

“And the nominees for the best female hip-hop artists are Cardi B, Glorilla, Latto, Ice Spice, Megan Thee Stallion, Nicki Minaj, and Coi Leray. And the winner is….. BIG LATTO! THE QUEEN OF THE SOUTH!”

Your mouth was hanging wide open as you heard your name and turned to both Blanca and Jessica making sure you heard it right. Your shoe still wasn’t all the way on, so you made your way to the stage carrying it in one hand.

“Oh lord, I got one shoe on and one shoe off. Don’t mind me though. Anyway, this cannot… this cannot be real. Okay, I’m not going to cry this year, no crying.”

After you had finished your acceptance speech, they told you that they had a surprise for you and to turn around.

Once you did, you saw Jack’s face pop up on the screen and of course your eyes started to water.

“What did I tell you, baby? I knew that you were going to win. So this is part one of your surprise while the other part is awaiting you in Paris. Just wanted to tell you how very proud I am of you and that you deserve every opportunity that has come your way in the last few years. You’re simply the best at what you do and it shows. You put your all into everything you touch and you have a sweet and calming spirit that goes right along with it.  Not only are you an amazing performer, but now we can also add best female hip-hop artist to that list. My baby girl is the absolute shit. With all that being said, I love you and can’t wait until you get here.”

You had been dabbing at your face trying not to mess up your make-up when you saw that Urban came up behind Jack and had a plastic bag on his head and you know that it could only mean one thing. Put It On The Floor began playing in the background as Curse came up behind Urban and ripped the bag off as all three of them continued to rap along to the song.

“WE LOVE YOU!” All three of them said and you heard erupts of applause and laughter from the audience. 

“Damn yall, my man fine as shit and he loves me. When I see him in Paris, we just might have to make baby number four.” You said while wiping your tears and you could hear the laughter get louder.

“Thank yall, BET. And it’s only up from here. Private Garden is here to stay.” 

Once the show was over, you immediately went back to your hotel in order to pack and quickly get on your flight to meet Jack in Paris. 

You were leaving by 10 in order to be there by 9 in the morning and knew that you would be asleep for the majority of it. You double checked to make sure you had everything before meeting Brandi downstairs since her and Julissa would be going with you. 

They were in on your second surprise and Jack told them to keep you occupied while he set everything up for you. Once you were comfortably settled on the plane you sent him a text.

You- On my way to come and see you and I absolutely loved my surprise 🥰

Smush- Can't wait until you get here and I figured you would. Part 2 is coming.  I know I keep saying it, but I am just so proud of you. My wife is simply the best at what she does.

You- And I'm proud of you, and us and the life that we created for them.

Smush- Thank you for giving us another chance

You- You know I wouldn't have it any other way

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y/ninsta: Your favorite rappers favorite rapper 💕

jackharlow: my wife fucking all yall up 😍 theestallion: okay BAWDYYYY saweetie: well deserved! my bestie is definitely my favorite lol

jessicakelce: let me put a baby in you next jackharlow: jessicakelce not you too smh traviskelce: JESSICA! jessicakelce: traviskelce 👀 urbanwyatt: they grow up so fast. I'm so proud of you 😭 dualipa: jessicakelce me first jackharlow: dualipa just when I thought my ass was safe and here you come dualipa: jackharlow missed you too big head privategarden: all hail our first lady and queen of the south! jackharlow: um baby, were you serious about making baby number 4 when you get to Paris? Because...... 👀👀👀👀 y/ninsta: jackharlow possibly urbanwyatt: oh goodness jackharlow: you ain't said nothin but a word

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jackharlow: come see about your man so you can come and get this work lol but on a serious note, I have literally told you this 20 million times today, but I'm going to say it again. I am so proud of you and all that you have accomplished in the last few years and I can't wait to see what the future holds for you. All hail the first lady of private garden and the queen of the south 🥺💕

y/ninsta: BABY, I TOLD YOU JULISSA IS GOING TO KILL YOU FOR MESSING UP MY MAKE-UP AND MAKING ME CRY y/ninsta: but anyway, thank you and you know I love you with every fiber of my being and I will never get tired of telling you that and how much you mean to me 2forwoyne: very well deserved! quiiso: and to think she originally only wanted to write, now look! saweetie: she could only keep that talent hidden for so long! so happy I get to witness this in real time. when we met right after you moved back to Atlanta with Jack, we instantly clicked. I've seen you get married for a second time, I've been with you to witness the birth of my beautiful nieces and nephew, break records and do what you love, all while keeping yourself grounded and being authentically you. okay this is getting long lol y/ninsta just wanted to tell you how much I love you and I will be here for you in your corner for eternity cheering you on jackharlow: saweetie DIAMONTE! MAKE YOUR OWN POST! GOT DAMN. YOU TRYNA OUTDO ME! saweetie: jackharlow you are such a hater. that's why claybornharlow is going to steal y/ninsta from you y/ninsta: omg saweetie I love you BAD! my bestie for life! I adore you and thank you for being the most amazing godmother jackharlow: saweetie WHAT? imma kick your ass right along with his claybornharlow: jackharlow hi jackharlow: claybornharlow no. urbanwyatt: umm y/ninsta last time I checked you had two best friends 🙄 y/ninsta: urbanwyatt yes Urby and you know without it being said how much I love and appreciate you urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I appreciate you too since you had Ax for me y/ninsta: bye Urby smh claybornharlow: y/ninsta so proud of you! and I can't wait for you to hear a few things I've been working on for you y/ninsta: claybornharlow aww little baby! I miss you and can't wait for it! jackharlow: claybornharlow go ahead and say it claybornharlow: jackharlow say what? jackharlow: clay stop playing with me claybornharlow: jackharlow when she gets tired of you, she knows where to find me dualipa: jackharlow and me softtcurse: jackharlow me too jessicakelce: jackharlow and of course me jackharlow: I don't even have the energy anymore smh but that's funny because she just married me for the second time, so good luck with that

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[gentil-minou]

Xiantober Day 3 - Xianxian's Parents

A-Ying is three when his parents take him to his first festival.

Mama holds his hand and skips alongside him, stopping at every vendor with a charming quip and beaming grin. Baba walks leisurely behind, never straying too far, his eyes glued to them.

The festival seems magical! Colorful lanterns lit by flickering candles and the sound of endless laughter, A-Ying has never seen anything like this!

Everyday is fun with Mama and Baba, but this day is the most special. He beams up at Mama and she smiles back in a perfect mirror.

Mama plies him with snacks both sweet and savory. Her favorites are the spicies ones, so naturally those are A-Ying's favorite.

Baba prefers sweets, and he always always always shares half with A-Ying. They touch their sticky fingers together, giggling.

Vendors are always nice to A-Ying, it must be because of how happy and smiling he is with Mama and Baba! They call out to them, asking if they'd like to see their wares.

Mama calls back with a joke that makes A-Ying giggle while Baba pulls out a small coin purse to check if they have enough.

Sometimes, even if A-Ying really wants something, Baba says no they cannot buy it. A-Ying is usually sad, but Mama hugs him extra tight and says, baobei, you'll understand when you're older.

Those are the nights they sleep under the stars and Baba gives his dinner to A-Ying.

But today is a special day, it's festival day! So Baba hands A-Ying the coin purse and says he gets to buy anything he want.

A-Ying takes the purse with reverence, little fingers tracing the lotus embroidered into the pouch.

He scans the market, rubbing nose as he looks around for something special.

There's one stall at the very end, behind a few dancers that draw the crowd away from it. A young mother rocks her baby in a sling on her back, calling fruitlessly to passersby to come see her ribbons.

Mind made up, A-Ying pulls on Baba's sleeve and together they walk over.

This stall is smaller than the others, with only a few bolts of simple fabric and some ribbons hanging from the top. The owner gives them a tired grateful smile.

Mama asks A-Ying if anything catches his eye, and he purses his lips as he scans the selection for the perfect item.

Something bright red catches his eye, a ribbon off to the side. Its stiching is simple and unadorned compared to the others, but the ribbon shines in the lantern light.

A-Ying bounces in place and points, that one, that one!

Baba helps him carefully count the money out,

And he lets A-Ying place it proudly on the counter. The owner gives him a kind smile, calling him a sweet boy. When A-Ying beams back, she tells Mama and Baba that no one could ever deny that sweet smile.

A-Ying waves goodbye, making silly faces at the baby, and they walk away.

He strokes his shiny new ribbon, gentle and soft the way Mama taught him to pet bunnies. His hair is still too short to wear it, Baba shows him how to tie the ribbon securely around his wrist. He waves it around in the air, showing off for Mama and anyone else they pass.

The ribbon becomes his most prized treasure, and he carries it with him always.

Years later, when Mama and Baba have left and haven't come back yet, he keeps the ribbon secured tightly around his wrist.

The vendors aren't nice anymore, even when he smiles extra big.

Festivals are still fun, but sometimes if A-Ying gets too close he's kicked away. So, he stays on the outskirts and waits for leftovers.

A-Ying is not sure when Mama and Baba will return, but it's okay.

He has his treasured shiny red ribbon, so it's like they never left at all.

(threadfic here)

[awheckery]

Nola Rose's Big Birthday Poll

This is Nola Rose:

She is my best girl, my babylove, my beloved little butt and my most precious evil eel, and in one week, she will be one year old!

Recently, I ordered her an Embark test, in the hopes of one day reuniting her with one of her siblings or other family members, and to maybe get an idea of what other health problems I could expect in the future.

I was not expecting any surprises on the breed front, because the rescue had Nola's original paperwork from her "breeders," indicating her mama was a brown Cocker Spaniel named Spruce, and her daddy was a registered blenheim Cavalier King Charles named Fellow. AND YET.

...and 7.2% something I did not expect at all. Full honesty, I don't see it, but maybe it explains a few things about her?

ANYWAY. For Nola's impending birthday, I thought it might be fun to survey other people, to see their best guesses at the third breed in Nola's genetic cocktail. I've pulled all poll options from an article on the most common breeds for Cavalier crosses, and additional photos and possible clues to her ancestry below the read more.

Psst, for folks coming back for the answer, check the pinned reblog!

Starting from the top, BABY PHOTOS, of Nola Rose and the two sisters the rescue picked up from the puppy mill auction.

That photo of Nola on the left was the photo in her Petfinder listing, the one I saw by accident in the middle of the night that made me fall in love with her immediately. I honestly have no idea how she was the last of her siblings left to be adopted, but I will never not be desperately grateful.

Maybe it was because she had the dramatic eyebrows and mutton chops of a civil war general, I can't say. In more recent photos, you can see that the eyebrows and bushy cheeks have subsided, but the insanely luxurious eyelashes remain.

Her color has darkened immensely since I brought her home in August. She used to be a much lighter sable, and fully blonde on the top of her head.

Speaking of which, sable isn't a breed standard color in either Cavaliers or Cockers, and her ridiculously long chin beard (which you won't see in any of her photos because I have her groomer trim it off) doesn't appear in those breeds either. Coincidence?

At just shy of a year, she's hopefully maxed out at 18 pounds, and she's unbelievably leggy, with an outrageously long body and the deep chest of a racing dog. (She's also fast as hell, good god.)

Her fur is unbelievably silky, save for a coarser ruff over her shoulders and trailing down her spine, and her cocker-fluff booty feathers. Her back end was trimmed down substantially before the above photo. Her tail might be the softest part of her, and I love how it's both silky and curly.

Behaviorally... she's. Something.

Nola has the strongest prey drive of any dog I've ever met, including that time we babysat a rat terrier mix named Ella The Killer. Nola's little heart is so full of murder that I have to close curtains so she won't hurt herself trying to break through the windows to get at bunnies. She is a grand champion at "breaking the necks" of her toys by way of viciously shaking them.

Nola likes to burrow! She tunnels under blankets, rugs and throw pillows, and her favorite way to sit On A People is between our legs when we're in recliners. She likes to feel confined. She also deeply enjoys being held, and she asks to be picked up by my father at least once a day, even tho she's perfectly capable of jumping into his lap by herself now.

She LOVES to lie in the sun until her little body is radioactively hot and her mouth smells like hot rotting garbage, which is actually extremely weird, because she's our second sable dog in a row to have solar-powered halitosis and I'm not above begging people for answers. If you have a dog that has especially stinky breath after they've been in the sun, indoors or out, please talk to me because I'm dying for answers.

Ahem. What else.

Nola is disturbingly smart, and has no concept of obedience, but an excellent grasp of the concept of naughtiness. She knows exactly which items in the house are Forbidden, and which ones will get our attention the quickest if she takes or otherwise threatens them. She also knows the names of most of her toys and can distinguish between them when she's feeling cooperative.

Her favorite way to wake me up when it's time for work is to jump up on my bed, pounce on me, and oh-so-gently bite the tip of my nose. (I know I shouldn't encourage it but it's so sweet I may die.)

She investigates new people by aggressively sniffing their eyes.

She is my tiny daughter with every disease, but despite her allergies, and her asthma, and her megaesophagus, and her subluxated hip, she is the happiest, most delightful little being in all the world.

I lov her.

[bookcalanthedaily]

" what's that, mama? " the little princess tilted her head with curiosity. pavetta's lips curled into a soft smile as she opened up the shawl she's been weaving for her mother. " it is a present for your grandmamma. " she explained. ciri gasped loudy. " a present! do i get one too? " she asked, and her mother only put her hand tenderly on her little head. " no, my sweet. it is grandmamma's special occasion. " she said. ciri puffed out her cheeks. " what ocassion? " a soft chuckle like gentle chimes on the wind left the crown princess. " it is mother's day, ciri. "

mother's day.... ciri thought about it for a second or two, and then realized. her mama was mother too. her mother. and if mama was making a gift for grandmamma, then should she not make one for her in turn?

with sudden surge of energy, she ran out of the room without a word.

***

" grandpapa!! " the little princess ran into the stables with a shriek, unable to stop her run she collided with the king's legs with a quiet 'umpf'. small arms wrapping around his thighs as she looked up at the bushy beard. " it's mother's day!! " she exclaimed.

eist laughed, nodding his head. leaning down to pick up the little rascal, so they could be on the same eye level as they spoke. " aye, so it is. " he agreed. ciri's cheeks filled up with air once more, turning pink.

" i have no gift for mama. " she whined with complaint. an exagarrated gasp entering the skelliger's lungs. " oh no! whatever shall we do? " he asked. willing to give the earth, the heaven and the sea to the little girl in his arms.

" take me to the beach! " she demanded. without question, the king mounted his horse, sitting the princess safely in front of him. always happy to go along with whatever the little she-devil made up in her mind.

***

" happy mother's day, mama. " pavetta said, shyly presenting the hand-woven shawl of emerald green to the queen. calanthe smiled, pulling her daughter close, red lips pressed to her forehead as she accepted the silken fabric. brushing her fingers against it. " oh, thank you, my dear. this is most thoughtful. " she said, pavetta fidgeting softly with her hair, but happy, clearly. pleased with herself.

the moment was nearly ruined, as cirilla, sand in her hair, clinging to her dress and hands, ran into the solar. " mama!! " she yelled. the scream startling the crown princess slightly, and she turned to face her daughter. " what happened? did you fall? " she asked with concern, but there was no tears, only a self-satisfied grin on the five year old's face.

" for you! for mother's day! " she said, producing the biggest, most colorful conchshell she could find. pavetta, stunned by the gesture, accepted the gift with gentle hands.

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

haha.. guess who’s spent too much time scrolling through the monster falls tag since spooky month’s coming up and now has brainrot for a twisters monster au, couldn’t be me-

here’s what kind of monsters i’d think the cast would be, but yall can leave suggestions too if you want ofc

kate’s a leoninetaur - a centaur with the lower half of a lion instead of a horse, along with lion ears and a lion nose. she just gives me lioness vibes with her whole arc of isolating herself n’ such, and also because i wanted to give her paws, teehee.

tyler’s a minotaur hybrid - basically he doesn’t have a wholeass bull head but he has horns, bull ears, hooved feet, and a tail along with fur on his back, chest, legs and arms. as for the type of bull he’s based off of- i liked the shape of an ankole’s horns [obviously his aren’t as ridiculously big] and their coat pattern, so i chose them for the inspiration.

javi i struggled with a lot, but ultimately i think he'd be a phoenix hybrid - representative of him essentially being severely changed or reborn after the deaths of the tornado tamers, and him being metaphorically being reborn after leaving storm par. he's got wings, finger talons, pyrokinesis, and the ability to completely burn himself and regenerate anew. i also thought it'd be funny since he canonically loves hot cheetos.

boone is a werefox! more specifically, a black fox. while he looks mostly human when not shifted he does have fox ears, a bushy tail, and fur on his arms, chest, back and legs. foxes are known as playful tricksters, which i think perfectly fits boone. i also imagine that he's able to make fox noises so i can just picture him screeching at tyler and ty just being like "WHAT DO YOU WANT"

lily is a gorgon! i thought it'd be silly to imagine her long braids as a bunch of snakes [whomst she loves very much]. obviously because of the whole 'turning-people-to-stone-by-just looking-at-them,' lily usually has to wear sunglasses or a blindfold to ensure not having any accidental stone turnings and the only person lily can look at without any kind of coverings is dani. i imagine her snakes to be rainbow boas [bc they're shiny and they remind me of her].

speaking of dani, she's a gargoyle! she's got wings, horns and claws, and of course grey skin that turns to complete stone when she's exposed to too much sunlight. she's the polar opposite of the broody gothic stereotype placed on gargoyles for obvious reasons, and she's the one who's currently teaching javi how to properly fly since he never really learned.

the last wrangler on the list, dexter would likely be a dragon hybrid. think about it, dex is widely recognized as a sort of dad figure to the wranglers, and dragons like to hoard treasure, so it'd make since for a dragon dexter to consider the wranglers his hoard. although he's pretty laid back by dragon standards, don't think for a second that he wouldn't get protective if someone tried to threaten any of the wranglers. he does have a full dragon form, although he doesn't use it very often and prefers to simply stay in a mostly human form with wings, a tail, claws and horns.

cathy is a leoninetaur as well, although her animal half is actually that of a liger's -a lion and a tiger hybrid. kate only ended up being a full blooded leoninetaur due to her dad being a full blooded lion variant. nevertheless, she's a protective mama cat and nobody dares to fuck with her.

finally, i [unfortunately] have to talk about scott, and i definitely think he's a naga. snakes are known to be deceptive and manipulative, which definitely fits him. it's also funny trying to imagine him squashing himself awkwardly into a car with a bigass tail. as for what kind of snake he'd be, an asp viper fits him. [they look mean. scott is mean, so it fits.]