#she's grown into such a precious menace

[vullcanica]

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Genuinely so obsessed with the ask you answered about reader being associated with König’s childhood bullies and coming back years later to try and make amends……. I need the angst, the drama, the nasty disgusting degrading sex, the absolute turmoil on both of their parts 😭 I am starving for this, the way you portray König especially there is exactly how I’ve always envisioned him in my mind!!!!!! And then with reader desperately trying to make him happy now out of guilt and her crush that’s grown 10x since she saw him in school, delusionally hoping and believing there’s a *relationship* between them and she can fix what she thinks she allowed to happen back then 10 years after the fact, while König is constantly fighting himself to not fall for reader despite his own buried crush resurfacing, and convincing himself he’s only using her to release stress and tension after assignment while simultaneously holding so much resentment for her and her sheer proximity to the people that tormented him back then, I am foaming at the mouth for the toxic dynamics to be found there !!!!!!!!! The old him begging to fulfill some childish need to have her, while this new monstrous version of himself only wants to watch her suffer to repent for how he had to suffer !!!!!!!!!!!!

I know right?! I’m obsessed with this too!

I’m so here for the toxic relationship dynamic (sue me), also me and @bucca2/@wordstome had a whole conversation about this yesterday because König would bend over backwards to self sabotage this shit.

(The following is mainly a summary from our brainstorm session from last night + I have bucca to thank for the precious meme at the end, it’s König in a nutshell with his high school crush lol)

First of all our girl is sooo in love. She was in love when they were young, but now? She’s a goner, König is out of this world. He's so handsome, so confident, the epitome of cool if there ever was one... and God, would you look at those muscles?

Now she can finally drool all over him but back then, what was she to do? As the shy one of the clique, she always tried to avoid attention; she could never have endured what König did. Perhaps it was cowardly of her, but she really was just scared. She could only dream about him from afar, and in her dreams, they would both change schools due to their parents moving or something... Ending up in the same area, finally getting to be together like it was a miracle, Deus ex Machina.

Her silly dreams never came true, but it looks like they're coming to fruition now. And this time, she's going to make everything better! Now that they're both grown up and free from their tormentors she can finally admit that she has feelings for him, feelings that are only sparked fast aflame when she sees the man he has become.

And König can’t stand it.

Where was she when he was odd and scrawny? Where was she when he cried himself to sleep over her?? Of course she wants him now that he’s big, independent and menacing, an odd nerd who discovered guns and gym... He thought she was better than this.

Deep inside, he’s still like this:

...but we just need to forget about it because König is NOT going to fold for this girl.

He’s not.

And the sex is so NASTY. Bordering on degrading, König wants to be a gentleman when it comes to ladies, but this one? This one he wants to fuck like he paid for her. She brings out the beast in him, and he finds himself asking her to get on her knees and blow his cock on some filthy cruise... Fucks her like he doesn’t love her, and she’s absolutely lovestruck, when did König become so mean? (God, that she loves him)

Trying not to fall in love with her (as if he ever fell out), König is so incredibly mad at this girl – is this what she wanted this whole time? A buff jerk who fucks her doggystyle until her knees bleed, who gives her the bare minimum, who barely even calls her when he’s away? (He has to physically restrain himself from doing that because of course he’d like to hear her pick up the phone with pure hope in her voice)

While changing his tactics and devising a plot to make her pay, König doesn’t even understand that he’s falling fast for her again while becoming now (seemingly) the best version of himself. It's only to dump her later, of course. He's just being nice so that she'll cry over losing him later. He brings her flowers, eats her out for hours, getting sick satisfaction from the way she cries about how it’s the best sex she’s ever had. He’s going to bring her to her knees, in more ways than just one... She’s going to remember him for the rest of his life when he rearranges her guts, ruining her for any other man.

König is becoming the thing he hates the most while she’s learned her lesson, now wearing her heart on her sleeve. No more shame and secrets, she’s not afraid to tell him how she feels! How she always had a small crush on him… And not even that small… How she loved to hear his presentations, no matter what silly subject they were about because he had actually done his research. How she could’ve swooned when his voice changed. After a short breaking period, he started to talk lower than anyone else in the class, earning himself more of that bullying because he sounded so manly at such a young age.

König is about to burst a blood vessel when hearing all this: she had a crush on him back then? What the actual fuck??

And then come the cuddles, the slow mornings, the coffee and toast, the showering together… She leaves her toothbrush in his place, and it stares at him accusingly from the side of the sink. She wears his t-shirts and looks absolutely gorgeous, mouth-watering and sweet in them. His sexy little minx, the one who didn’t get away…

Wait, what? No. No. No!

And when his high school sweetheart confesses her love for him for the first time, she's so open and vulnerable and sweet about it. Like she has been from the start, his sweet, sweet girl, exactly the kind of woman he always wanted to bring home to see his mom. König is about to lose his mind when she tugs at his shirt, almost cries when she says how much she loves him and couldn’t bear to live without him… She would cry herself to the grave if anything ever happened to him…

(König is like:)

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 26 - The Good Ending :)

For all you Nonnies who feel bad for dear Reader.

18+ MDNI on Ao3

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The Moby had finally made it to Heddle Island and you’d been practically counting down the seconds until your girl’s day with Tate. You were so excited to finally be allowed off the ship and on solid ground again, nothing could dampen your elated mood. Well, almost nothing. The boat had already been docked for a day and you still hadn’t been on the island. Tate was working until the following day when she was granted shore leave. You were going stir crazy with the island so close but not being able to go.

On the first day that the Moby had docked, Marco and Thatch disembarked, saying something about scoping out the island. You weren’t sure why, there wasn’t a strong Marine presence on the island. If anything, it was held as a neutral territory, the materials that they produced too precious to pirates, Marines, and civilians for anyone to cause trouble. It was also extremely close to the Calm Belt, not a very advantageous position to maintain for any particular group. Even so, you didn’t ask if you could go with them because you didn’t want anything to get in the way of your day with Tate. You didn’t want to “waste” your opportunity off the island in case you only got one. 

You were fixing a few musical instruments on the deck when someone put their hand on your shoulder. Squeaking, you turned around to see a grinning Thatch, with members of the Fourth lingering behind him, chatting among themselves.

“ Mija , look what I found,�� he said, motioning to the devil fruit held in his hand. You instinctively leaned back, away from the fruit. Even though it was just a fruit, it almost seemed menacing , like it was radiating evil. 

“Congrats,” you said lightly, “what are you going to do with it?” Your gut told you there was nothing good about that fruit, you wondered if Thatch felt it too. Maybe he’d sell it, make a lot of money.

“What will I do with it? Eat it, of course. Think about how much stronger I’ll be for you, Mami," Thatch said, flexing a bicep. You hummed, thinking to yourself. You almost told Thatch you didn’t think he should eat it, but that was his choice, not yours. 

“Do you know what it does? I can try researching it for you in the library,” you suggested. You hadn’t known what yours did before you ate it, many people didn’t. Still, it was always a good idea to try and find information beforehand.

Thatch tutted his disapproval. “It’s always better to eat a devil fruit right away and I have a good feeling about this one. Maybe it’s the Break -break Fruit and I’ll break things and you’ll fix them. We’ll be a matching set,” Thatch said, smiling at you. You smiled back but it didn’t reach your eyes. Even though you had mixed feelings about Thatch, you knew that this fruit was bad news. But you held your tongue, Thatch was a grown man and could make his own choices. 

“I’m going to eat it with Marco in the infirmary right now,” he continued, “he can help me with the transition and make sure there aren’t any adverse events. I should be fine by the morning, but I don’t think I can make your girls day trip tresora . I know Ace, Izou, and Vista were already planning on going. I think that’s enough, that’s three Commanders with two little ladies, no?” You nodded, thankful he didn’t reconsider the trip now that he wouldn’t be going.

“I’ll bring you back something,” you said brightly, kissing his cheek.

“Just make sure you come back to me, and all will be right in the world Mami .” He kissed your forehead, pinched your cheek. “I’ll see you soon, I can’t wait to show you what I’m capable of,” he said, and turned to go, Devil Fruit in hand. You sighed, you didn’t think this was a good idea. But either way, it seemed like it was happening, and now.

With Thatch and Marco occupied with the Devil Fruit, you were spending the night with Ace. Coming into his room, carrying everything you would need for the day, you found Ace laying on his bed, arms behind his head, lost in thought. You set down your belongings and crossed the room, sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Hey, you alright?” It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Ace like this, he was prone to depression. He hadn’t ever told you the full details about why, but it didn’t really matter. He needed support and affection, which you often provided.

“Yeah, M’fine. Listen, I wanna talk to ya,” Ace said, looking at you. Waiting for him to continue, you nodded encouragingly. “Do you, um, like being on the ship?��� 

You blinked a few times, trying to think how to answer the question without getting in trouble. “I did prefer living on land, but I know that’s not really possible right now,” you hedged, not answering the question directly.

“No, no. Like, um, do you like being here with us? Like with me and Marco and Thatch?” You bit your lip. You didn’t know how to answer.

“Um, I…I’m not, um……yes.” You stuttered in the beginning, unsure what to say. The truth was that there were some things about them that you did like but many that you didn’t. But you weren’t sure how much you could trust Ace to keep your confidence or not to get angry and punish you. Ace didn’t respond, just looked at you as if trying to solve a puzzle. 

Ace POV

Ace watched you wring your hands and struggle to answer his simple question, searching his face for his reaction before you answered. Your body language was answer enough, no matter what you said. He smiled at you, and you immediately responded in kind, relieved that he wasn’t angry with you. Ace wanted to groan in frustration but didn’t want to upset you. For now, he would just allow things to happen as they would. 

“C’mere,” Ace suggested, holding his arms out to you. He slid over on the bed, making room for you. You obliged and got in next to him, folding yourself into his arms. Ace still loved you and everything about you. He loved the way you smelled, the way you helped him, your thoughtfulness, your kindness, your beauty. He was just as taken with you now as he had been when you first fished him out of a pile of wood and made him shower. He loved the way you fit into him perfectly at night, your breathy sighs, your tight cunt, all of you from head to toe. He ran his hands up and down your back under your shirt. Ace was proud of you, when he first met you, there was no way you’d let him see your back, much less feel it. You’d made a lot of progress in a lot of ways with them. He hated the raised scars, the physical manifestations of the suffering you’d been through. But he loved holding the woman he loved tightly, reassuring her with his touch.

“Do you want me to take it off?” you asked quietly. 

“Nah, ‘m tired,” Ace replied. He didn’t want to push anything, just let you relax and do what you wanted. You hummed happily, snuggling deeper into his arms. He rubbed your back until you fell asleep and a while longer after that. Ace stayed awake late into the night, thinking over the events of the past few months. He knew what he had to do, he knew it had to happen, but he felt lost. He had siblings and brothers to help him along the way, he supposed, but it was a different feeling. He pulled you tighter into his embrace, your small chuff of displeasure quickly dissipating when he heated you a little more using his fruit. He felt like he was trying to stop the sands of an hourglass from falling, trying to keep you in the present.

Your POV

You woke the next morning to a snoring Ace and sunshine streaming in through the windows. Ace looked tired, like he hadn’t slept well. You disentangled from his arms as gently as you could and shut the shades for him to continue sleeping. It was early but you were too excited to sleep. After changing your clothes, you hurried off to the Women’s Quarters, knocking on the door lightly. Tate, already dressed in civilian clothes and carrying a large stuffed tote, answered the door. Seeing you, she smiled widely and came out, quickly closing the door behind her.

“Hey lady, you excited too?” the nurse asked, waggling her eyebrows.

“Of course, I can’t wait. I’ve been practically pacing the deck waiting to get off the ship,” you replied. It was too early to disembark, you needed to wait for at least Vista and Izou, if not Ace as well. 

“We should check on Thatch and say hi to Marco before we go,” Tate mused. “We’ll get more undisturbed time if we see them in the morning. An ounce of medicine is worth a pound of cure and all that.” Her idea made sense, you knew they both liked to lay eyes on you as often as possible, so seeing them this morning probably meant fewer calls on the Den Den Mushi or emergency lift off from Marco.

“Good thinking, let’s bring them breakfast. You know how Thatch gets when he’s hungry,” you grumbled. You’d only seen it once, but he was so bitchy when he needed to eat. You hadn’t said it to his face, but it was amazing how quickly he’d become his jovial self once he ate a stack of pancakes. The two of you headed over to the kitchens, loading plates with the Commander’s favorites in the hopes of appeasing the men. Tate carried Marco’s and you carried Thatch’s as you chatted on your way to the infirmary. 

After Tate opened the door, the two of you walked into the infirmary and poked around until you saw Thatch sleeping in a bed with Marco reading in a chair nearby. You went up to Marco, putting Thatch’s plate on a table near the bed and handing him his own. Tate had gone to check in with the nurses in anticipation of her day off. Marco put down his book, smiling up at you, and took his plate from your hands.

“Good morning, Marco,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Good morning, Doveling. Thank you for the breakfast. To what do I owe this surprise?” You sat down on Marco’s lap, trying to enhance his good mood. 

“Is everything OK? If Thatch is doing well, I was going to leave with Tate soon, I wanted to say goodbye first,” you said, leaning back against his broad chest. Marco placed the book on the floor and his arms encircled you.

“If this is what your behavior is like in anticipation of a reward, perhaps we need to think of more yoi,” Marco said, holding your chin in his hand. You were embarrassed if Tate came in and saw you like this, your face flushing. But you didn’t pull away, you let Marco do what he wanted. Marco held you in place as he kissed you, his other hand grabbing at the fat of your ass and kneading it. Thatch groaned in bed, causing Marco to pause and look at his friend.

“Almost got carried away, Doveling. Thatch is fine, it was a rough transition. We aren’t sure what the fruit does yet but whatever it does is making it difficult for me to heal him. Very curious,” Marco finished, puzzling over the fruit. He brightened again when looking back at you. “Enjoy your day trip, Doveling. I’ll see you when you get back.” He kissed your neck and set you on your feet, sending you off with a playful swat to your ass. 

“Bye, Marco. See you later,” you said brightly, heading for the door of Thatch’s room. Tate was waiting for you outside the door, watching through the window. She wasn’t as happy as she had been earlier that morning, frowning at you.

“Everything alright? Is something happening with the nurses?” you asked, worried. 

Tate smiled once again. “No, no. We’re all set. Let’s get going, it’s late enough now.” The two of you climbed the stairs to the top deck, looking for Vista, Ace, and Izou. Finding the older two Commanders, you were surprised to see an annoyed looking Ace waiting with them.

“Everyone ready?” Tate asked the gathered crew.

“Yes. Time to move,” Vista boomed, twirling his mustache. Ace looked like he was still half asleep, you came up behind him and rubbed his back.

“C’mon, Ace. I’ll give you money for breakfast on the island,” you said, Ace brightening up immediately. “I’m sure I’ll have leftover funds from the budget.” You had been to the island a few times, you wondered if anyone remembered you. Even if they didn’t, you were pretty good at haggling, you could get the prices of almost anything down, especially throwing a name like Whitebeard’s around. 

“Don’t coddle the boy,” Izou tutted at you. “He’s known about this venture for days, he knew what time we were leaving.” You stuck out your tongue at Izou in defense of Ace, and Izou rolled his eyes with a smile. 

The Commanders helped you and Tate board the dinghy, and sailed the smooth waters to the island. You, Izou, and Tate all excitedly discussed which fabric stores you’d want to go to, as well as the spa that you were all excited for. Vista was excited for the spa, not the fabric stores. Ace wasn’t excited at all, still hungry for breakfast. You thought he might like the spa once he got there.

“I think we should go to the spa first,” suggested Tate. You were a little surprised, you always liked getting your work out of the way first.

“Are you sure? Won’t it be more relaxing if we get what we need first? Get everything done?” you asked. 

Tate shook her head. “The only reservations I could get for a group of two women and three men were in the morning. I can always cancel the reservations and we could try to get in during the afternoon but the women’s spa fills quickly. I can’t guarantee that we’ll be able to get in.” Her explanation made sense, and you really did want to revisit their wet saunas and hot tubs.

“I must agree with Tate,” Izou said, “ this one will be much more amenable to waiting for us while shopping if he’s pampered first,” motioning with his head to Vista. 

“Oi,” his husband replied, “I’m sure the hot stone massages you have booked have nothing to do with your opinion, dear?” Izou pouted but Vista just laughed. You smiled, they fought like the old married couple they were.

“Alright, we can look at the fabrics in the afternoon. We’ll get better deals anyway,” you stated, knowing how the businesses on the island tended to work. Ace tied off the boat to the dock and helped you off the vessel. You waited for the group, walking together down the pier towards the town. You saw a few people point at you and whisper, but didn’t mind. The Whitebeard Pirates were an extremely notorious crew and you’d come to the island with famous Commanders. Making your way downtown, a few people gave you shocked waves, and you waved back. The town was just as beautiful and charming as you remembered. Every building was richly colored, a pictographic sign above each building delineating what the business inside was.

Passing by a thread store you’d bought from several times in the past, the elderly owner came out to greet you herself. “Amo? Is it really you?” the old woman asked, looking at you over her green framed glasses. Your friends stood back, allowing you the private conversation.

You smiled kindly and stopped to hold the hand of the grandma. “Hi, Nana. Yes, it’s me. I’ll be by to see you this afternoon, I’m going to the spa right now.” 

Nana had tears in her eyes as she clapped your hand between hers. “We’ve missed you so dearly! We all heard about your island being destroyed and nothing for years after that. We all thought…well, it doesn’t matter. You’re alive and here now. But…” her voice dipped to a whisper, “are you the prisoner of these pirates? If you want, there are other ways off the island.”

Your eyes widened, you hoped Ace didn’t hear that. You glanced over out of the corner of your eyes, Ace was studying something in the store window next door. You sighed in relief. “Ah, no, I’m OK. These pirates have…helped me,” you whispered back. Nana nodded at you, still questioning your words. 

“If you say so. I’ll wait for you this afternoon, I can’t believe you’re finally back after all these years! It really is a miracle,” Nana finished, speaking at full volume once again. “See you later, dear,” Nana said, waving you off.

“Wow,” Ace said with a whistle, “you’re popular here. Everyone’s whispering about you.”

You shrugged your shoulders, about to reply when Izou spoke. “Pff. I told you, she’s incredibly famous. Probably the second most famous person on our ship, after Pops. She’s just humble.” You blushed, you didn’t think that was true, but didn’t disagree. It was kind of nice having people value you for your skills rather than what you could provide to them. Since Ace couldn’t enjoy being in the spa due to his Devil Fruit, you gave him some money and sent him to go get himself breakfast.

“Bye,” he said, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“Bye, Ace. See you this afternoon,” you said while being squished by the Commander. Ace hummed, kissed you on the mouth chastely, and smiled. 

“Yeah. This afternoon,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. You had never seen Ace like this before, he must be incredibly hungry. He walked off, shuffling his feet under him. You’d check in on him later, you thought, he must still be upset by whatever he was thinking about the previous day. 

Walking to the spa, you were greeted with the soothing smells of lavender and bergamot and the sounds of rushing water. This particular spa was known for recreating hot springs inside, complete with a large waterfall. Tate ambled up to the counter and slid a card to the receptionist, speaking with her casually. Picking up the card, the receptionist nodded and handed Tate two pink robes and towels. Coming back to the group, Tate handed you the robe and towel.

“Alright, boys. Time to split up. The receptionist will hand you what you need, we’re going off to the women’s side of the spa. Let’s meet up in say, three hours? How does that sound?” Tate asked the men. Three hours sounded like a lot of time to you, but Tate was organized with a plan. You’d go along with what she wanted, she seemed to know what was going on. Izou looked you over.

“Goodbye, Amo. See you soon,” Izou said, somewhat sadly. 

“It’s just three hours,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Of course,” he replied, smiling. Izou hugged you, a rare moment of physical affection from him. Vista hugged the both of you, eyes crinkling. You weren’t sure why they were being weird, but you liked hugging them both. Tate, took your hand, pulling you towards the door marked for women.

“We gotta go! We’re on a tight schedule,” Tate said brightly, waving to the men. With that, Tate practically pushed you inside the changing room.

Tate POV

Tate was nervous, everything needed to go off without a hitch in order to save you. So far, everything worked out perfectly. She had been nervous that the old woman was going to ruin everything with her suggestion, but thankfully you didn’t respond to her. Tate, Izou, Vista, and Ace hadn’t told you about your impending rescue. Tate knew you couldn’t lie well and Marco would be able to tell something was going on. He’d figure it out quickly, and Tate shuddered to think of the consequences for you both. 

Pushing you into the changing room away from the men, Tate quickly grabbed you by the shoulders. “Listen,” she said to you, “you’re not staying in the spa. You’re leaving.” You looked at Tate with eyes filled with confusion. “We can talk freely here, the sound of the running water means no one can hear us, even if they have observation haki,” Tate explained. “We don’t have a lot of time, you need to move fast. There’s a Kuja ship docked on the other side of the island. They’re waiting for you, they’re going to take you to Amazon Lily,” Tate said in a rush. She had met the Empress long ago, and Boa owed her a favor. Besides, Boa was already interested in your Devil Fruit ability, you’d be invaluable there. 

“What - why would -” Tate cut you off. She was sorry but time was a luxury she didn’t have.

“Shh. Listen, listen. I know what’s been happening on the ship. With Marco, with Thatch. It’s not…it’s not right. It’s not what - you deserve better. A better life. Not…not what you have on the ship. I called in a favor, the Kuja sometimes rescue women in need, especially women with unique skills, like you. They’ll take you to Amazon Lily, we’re the closest you can get on the Grand Line. Marco won’t be able to follow if they set sail soon. The Calm Belt is too dangerous even for him to fly through and besides, there’s political considerations that tie his hands regarding the Kuja. So, you have to go. Now. Don’t get undressed, take this,” Tate said quickly, handing you her heavy tote. “It’s some of your belongings, a few of mine, and money the nurses gathered for you. I’ll lead you out the back door.” Tate grabbed your hand and started walking you through the spa.

“Wh-what about Izou and Vista and Ace? Won’t they come looking for me?” you asked, still processing everything Tate had just told you. 

“They already know all of this, they helped me set everything up. They’re here to keep our cover, having them here made Marco feel safe enough to send you to the island. Ace finally got his head out of his ass and is going to head off Marco if he comes to the island before the ship sails. Luckily for us, Thatch ate that fruit and is out of the picture for today, in addition to keeping Marco busy. It couldn’t have worked out better.” Tate had guided you to the back door, and had her hand on the handle. You had tears running down your face, Tate wasn’t sure you noticed.

“Th-thank you, thank you, thank you,” you cried, holding Tate’s arm. “I can’t - I can’t repay you,” you sobbed. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble?” you asked, lip quivering.

“Nah, I have enough people on my side. Nothing’s gonna happen to me. Besides, who can say what really happened?” Tate said with a wink. “I was getting a massage, you were in the sauna, how was I to know you escaped?” Tate’s expression turned serious, “you living a long healthy, peaceful life is all the repayment I need. You deserve it. Now, go. Take this alley to the very end and turn right on the main street. Take it all the way to the far docks and ask for the Kuja ship. They’re waiting for you. Hand them this,” Tate explained, giving you a note ending with her signature. Tate hugged you fiercely, she knew it would be for the last time. 

“Thank you,” you repeated, wiping your nose on your sleeve. Tate opened the door to your future. 

“Go, enjoy your freedom,” Tate said with a smile.

Epilogue - Three Months Later

You sat on the ground, fixing innumerable arrows for Kuja warriors as they waited their turn in line to see you. It wasn’t interesting, but you didn’t mind doing it for those who protected you. You appreciated them the same way you did the Brothers - gruff and terse but caring in their own way. You’d made a few close friends, women who had escaped from circumstances similar enough to your own. The Kuja were friendly, but didn’t understand what it felt like to not be a warrior capable of defending yourself. The Kuja women were fierce but kind, giving you company when you wanted it and space when you needed it. You’d started to build another life for yourself, though it wasn’t easy starting from scratch yet again.

Life was slower on Amazon Lily, but you wouldn’t have traded it for anything. You were lost in those first few weeks, trying to understand who you reported to and who you needed to please. It turned out that beyond the Empress, no one was your boss and no one needed much from you. Of course, they expected you to work and earn your keep on the island. As isolated as it was, there wasn’t a lot of room for loafers, everyone had tasks to attend to. You quickly demonstrated your value and spent your days making clothes or fixing things, much like you had on the Moby. 

But you didn’t have fear constantly lingering and creeping into your thoughts, you didn’t feel like you had to watch what you said, always walking on eggshells. You didn’t have to sit on someone’s lap to eat, to accept whatever sexual acts were being forced on you, to have your boundaries trampled constantly. You didn’t have to worry about rules and punishment, outside of the normal rules of their society. Sure, men weren’t allowed on the island, but it wasn’t like you were going to bring any.

The longer you stayed at Amazon Lily and the more you spoke with the other traumatized women, the more you saw how awful your time on the Moby was. You struggled immensely with guilt, anxiety, and feelings of abandonment as you sifted through all the memories. You were grateful for your physical health, but it came at too high a price. It was all so clear in retrospect, now that you were away from it all. You tried to push it from your mind, keep yourself in the present.

Except.

Sometimes late at night after all the other women had gone to bed, and you were alone by the dying fire, your mind would drift to those you’d left behind. To Ace, to Vista, to Izou, to Tate. You hoped your friends had escaped retribution, that no harm had befallen them on your behalf. Tate was so self assured that she wouldn’t have any backlash, but you weren’t so sure. You would send up thoughts and wishes to the skies, sending the Universe your wishes for their good fortune.

And other nights, you would think of the other two. Of Thatch, of Marco. A shiver would tingle down your spine as you remembered their smiles, their words, their touches. And on those nights, you’d extinguish the fire quickly, the flickering flames far too reminiscent of another.

[poptart-productions]

Crazy In Love

[eren jaeger boyfriend headcanons]

pairing // eren jaeger x black! reader

content // y/n in their loner arc, some nsfw mostly fluff, stoner! eren, mechanic! eren, streamer/gamer! eren, swearing, spoilers for s4 bc there are some ppl who haven’t watched yet

a/n // been getting back into my aot obsession

applies to both modern and canon eren

this is more of a drabble than a one shot but if you want more of this au. . .shawty all you gotta do is ask

gender isn’t really mentioned but eren’s stream does call you mommy at one point, just ignore it otherwise

streamer! eren is in the works rn tbh

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ੈ✩ | so modern/high school eren pre time skip is an absolute menace

ੈ✩ | he behaved for a week and then all that went out the window when jean said something under his breath

ੈ✩ | genuinely has anger issues, adhd, and depression—which he tends to show through unbridled rage

ੈ✩ | you’d be lying if you said he didn’t catch your eye; he was attractive and was in a trio when you ain’t even got one true friend. but he had three, and he didn’t seem to need or even want any more

ੈ✩ | that’s why it is so fucking hard to get close to this nigga; there were times he was such a dick to you for no reason—if it’s any consolation he feels like shit about that and ten times out of ten it never had anything to do with you

ੈ✩ | gremlin eren? gremlin eren

ੈ✩ | this nigga can never shut up, and while mikasa is the number one person who gets him to stop acting up, she gets ACTIVE when he’s in a losing fight

ੈ✩ | eventually he got in trouble so much that his ass got expelled, his father—after trying literally everything else, got him a medical marijuana card—mans said “bet” and never stopped since

ੈ✩ | OKAY NOW MODERN MANBUN EREN—in the time that he was gone, mikasa and armin took you under their wing, becoming your first real friends; and as they made you comfortable, you started coming into your own more

ੈ✩ | you’d heard about eren’s whereabouts, and knew they talked to him about you, but you always refused to talk to him when given the chance because there was a time where you GENUINELY thought he hated you

ੈ✩ | everyone on tumblr says he’s a stoner and i have no choice but to agree—like that’s why he’d be so mellowed out, and with no titans he’d be the coolest mf out there

ੈ✩ | then when mikasa found out you had a thing for him since freshmen year she finally gets the gang back together four years later—she 100% snitched and bro. . .you almost didn’t recognize him as he walked into the karaoke bar

ੈ✩ | he’d grown his hair out—he had just grown in general, shooting from 5’11 to 6’3, and he’s gotten some tattoos as well

ੈ✩ | your jaw went slack as you gaped at mikasa who only gave you knowing glance

ੈ✩ | not only that, but his voice has gotten an unbelievable amount of bass to it—you almost zoned out every-time it was his turn to sing

ੈ✩ | eren knows how short life is—and he goes after what he wants—he always has, but tbh younger eren never had romantic interest and for the longest time he was a closeted aromantic—getting off-topic but that changed as he grew and he asked you out immediately on a count of what i said before

ੈ✩ | guy is still aromantic but does experience love (though mostly platonic) for very few people,

ੈ✩ | because of that, his confession is the most genuine thing you’ve ever heard—“i didn’t realize it then, but i’d always felt different about you”

“you’re so precious, and sweet and kind—and you’re so fucking good to others, and i thought it was a prank or something when you tried to talk to me—but fuck, when mikasa told me you used to like me, i couldn’t miss the opportunity so i gotta ask. . .”

“would you go out with me?”—and coming from the dude you’ve been crushing on for years and being a person who no one has ever expressed romantic interest to over things you can’t control, you did in fact start crying

ੈ✩ | because he’s so hard to get close to, he’s had many pick-me’s try—even in his gremlin arc—thinking they was in a romance webtoon; jumping in while he was beating the shit out of whoever—“eren, look at me! this isn’t you!”

ੈ✩ | fuck your insecurities about that though because eren is literally the sweetest and most affirming person out there once you get to know him

ੈ✩ | surprisingly a hopeless romantic—only for you—he’s your biggest supporter and he simps so hard. your first date is a picnic, he asked jean—after he apologized and they formed a friendship—to help him throw together a little spread for you

ੈ✩ | he’s absolutely in love with you and will do anything for you

ੈ✩ | your race has so little bearing on your relationship but every once in a while he’ll randomly remember he’s got a melanated lover—and what new circumstances that brings

ੈ✩ | like when he’ll just a get a call a from you at three a.m and answers thinking he’s gonna get some ass and you just start crying

“babe i’ve been doing my hair since 10 p.m and it’s not even halfway done—and i’m so fucking tired but if i. . .” you sniffle, “if i go to sleep now i can’t go to class because my hair looks like shit”

“babe, what are you talking about, why is it—?”

he eventually comes over because he’s so confused as to what’s taking so long, but after he offered to help you and he made you cry even more he understood—nigga broke a sweat tryna wrangle that shit

y’all gave up and decided to miss out on class and tackle it in the morning; he helps you wrap it up and you guys—despite saying you were tired for an hour you could go to sleep so just watched coryxkenshin until the sun came up

ੈ✩ | he���s not only white, but he’s white-european he simply does not understand these things

ੈ✩ | but the fact that he makes an effort to understand your culture in the first place will literally make you cry sometimes—like you can visibly see him fighting his adhd so he can listen to you talk about your hair or what a ‘black card’ is and you always reward him with a kiss for listening to you

ੈ✩ | once he gets it though he’s hard chilling. you notice he started to use more aave; and he started paying for you to get your hair done bc he’s a trust fund kid, and he will always respect the amount of effort that goes into it. he’s also like, super into using aave and slang—he uses it more than you, and even knows the uncle ruckus joke despite NEVER watching boondocks in his life; he doesn’t think he’s black but. . .y’know. and it only gets worse when he meets your family

ੈ✩ | your mother LOVES him, and is constantly telling you that she wants him as her son-in-law, he’s repsectful, handsome, strong, and hard-working—she will literally never forgive you if you let him go

ੈ✩ | EREN. JAEGER. AT. A. COOKOUT.

ੈ✩ | if it’s his first one he’s super jittery and nervous at first. but eren’s a super chill dude so if you have to leave him alone he’ll be cool with anyone

ੈ✩ | your uncles wanna sit in the driveway and pop a cold one? sign him up. your little cousins/siblings swear they can beat him in mario kart? they fucking wish, your aunts wanna sit and talk shit—he was doing that anyway—he’s a super friendly person and he gets along well with anyone

ੈ✩ | will literally film tiktoks with you at the family cookout despite hating having pictures or videos taken of him—he sees how happy you are so he doesn’t care

ੈ✩ | i feel like eren has a very physical job and streams part time for funsies. so yeah when he tells your family that he’s a mechanic when they ask they literally erupt

ੈ✩ | because he’s so hard-working, your aunts love him—constantly making him plates and taking care of him and such

ੈ✩ | and if you have any messy in-laws that try to talk shit or get with him he will deadass call them out

all those years of playing COD made his trash talk elite. . .shit. . .

“how you gon’ talk about my baby when your edges ain’t laid?”

“get your fucking teeth straight before you talk shit”

ੈ✩ | it’s the fact that he did not stop—like homegirl deadass was on the brink of tears and had to leave; nobody liked her anyway so he was good

ੈ✩ | jacked as fuck so just casually holds you down when he doesn’t want you to leave

ੈ✩ | demands kisses at all times; good morning kiss, goodnight kiss, hello kiss, good bye kiss, or just because you’re looking too damn fine

ੈ✩ | shows you off on stream.

“eren, baby—oh shit, are you streaming? my fault” your heart drops as you see yourself in the viewfinder, and you back out of the room—hiding yourself behind the door

“hang on guys—oh no babe, you’re fine”

you thought you had embarrassed him by pulling up in your pajamas but the chat was in love

you hesitantly inch closer as the chat continues to go wild

‘mommy? sorry, mommy?”

‘GAHHDAMN 🥲🕶️👌”

‘oh they fine alright”

“what did you wanna tell me?” he takes off his headset, giving you his undivided attention.

“i was gonna tell you to stop screaming”

“oh damn, you coulda kept that to yourself then” his face stiffened, half-heartedly and he turned back to the game

chuckling, you begin to walk away,

“wait~” he whines, “come here” his voice lowers as you walk toward him, already knowing what he was going to ask

you give him a kiss and pull away very quickly because you know eren too well

“i love you,” his whispers against your lips, “i love you too”

you say goodbye to his viewer and head out to continue your studies

“that’s my lover” you hear him state proudly as you closed the door

ੈ✩ | ngl, i feel like canon! eren pre-timeskip would mostly act the exact same

ੈ✩ | it’d be a little easier to win him over though. since you’re ‘different’ his curiosity draws him to you, and your perseverance and skill is something that’s warrants his respect

ੈ✩ | what’s that belief that life-threatening situations brings people together? that helps too

ੈ✩ | he starts off barely even saying two words to you and now you’ll both protect each other with your lives by the events of season two

ੈ✩ | LIKE JUST IMAGINE THE SCENE WHEN HE DISCOVERS HE HOLDS THE COORDINATE; like you and mikasa are not in good shape so he’s so determined to protect you—and you and mikasa have resigned to your fates but he’s like

“i’ll keep looking after you”

“now and forever, whenever you need me”

ੈ✩ | screaming crying and throwing up

ੈ✩ | or the scene where he takes back the wall in his titan form—and you immediately tackle him as soon as he’s comes staggering out of the nape,

“you did it eren!”

ੈ✩ | most def, especially after that scene from s3—his crush on you is very obvious—like let’s say you pushed mika out of the way and you got your ribs broken instead of her; when you guys make it to that little cabin, he’s literally putting in work to make sure you don’t have to move an inch—chopping firewood, helping make dinner, even volunteering to stand watch or staying up all night in case you need him—but of course you would still come out to check on him

“he’s like a hardworking husband and they’re his doting partner” historia would smile as she watched you two interact

ੈ✩ | eren would spend years pining for you without realizing it until the he almost lost you—be it to the titans or another man

ੈ✩ | he gets the help he needs to confess from the guys who screw him over—not entirely on purpose, but he ends up humiliating himself in front of you; the next day he’s avoiding you like he’s insane until you eventually just blurt out that you like him back

ੈ✩ | i lowkey feel like eren would be way too romantic or so lowkey people have no idea you’re dating—shit not even you knew for like a month

ੈ✩ | deadass, it took this nigga pulling up with a bouquet of flowers claiming it was for your anniversary and you just blinked at him

“are we not dating. . . ?”

ੈ✩ | pre time-skip eren is when he’s the most affectionate but even then he literally only pipes up when you’re in danger

ੈ✩ | you see a different side of him in his titan form—even though he doesn’t have the capacity for speech, his eyes tell you all you need to know.

ੈ✩ | he mellows out a lot because this is the only form he’s in where he feels like nothing can hurt you—he’s untouchable and so are you. so he’s generally a lot softer in this form

ੈ✩ | he’s like a big puppy, responding positively and humming when you scratch his head

ੈ✩ | if you don’t like saliva do NOT do missions with titan! eren. nigga literally just puts you in his mouth for cover when the spot gets too hot

ੈ✩ | and if you EVER get kidnapped for any reason eren is activating his titan form—even if the perpetrators are human he could not give a fuck—he’s already not a cautious person but he really do be wilding when it comes to you, that’s why levi tried to keep you separate before realizing that it only makes it worse.

ੈ✩ | now post time-skip canon! eren. . .bro ima be fr, that nigga is so confusing

ੈ✩ | like let’s say you didn’t know him prior and were just a jaegerist, it was genuinely so difficult to tell if he was just manipulating you or not

ੈ✩ | even when he swore up and down that he loves you—you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just saying that because he knew if you thought he cared about you, you’d be willing to do just about anything for him

ੈ✩ | now is that actually true. . . ?

maybe.

ੈ✩ | but if you knew him since childhood he’s a lot easier to read, like you were just calling bullshit when he was gaslighting mikasa and armin in that one scene—even if he tried that on you, you were not having it

ੈ✩ | he’d gladly abandon everything for you if you caught the signs quick enough, but even after he already declared war on the marlyeans, he’d still give you many chances to save him

ੈ✩ | he’s the boy who sought freedom, but he finds solace in your presence and knowing you care for him. so if you tell him you love him he will deadass just take your hand and beg you to run away with him

ੈ✩ | if you say yes—which you will—bc c’mon now, he’ll build you two a little cottage up in the mountains and live the rest of his days with you, enjoying the simple life he’d always dreamed of with the person he loves more than anything

ੈ✩ | thinking about cottage au! eren rn AHHH

ੈ✩ | now if you decide to play the anarchy route i’m sure y’all will make a great terrorist power couple

y’all some real

💅 ✨ 💖 sassy shooters 💖✨💅

i don’t actually condone this but go off ig

ੈ✩ | also generally, he’s more a physical kinda guy, so don’t feel awkward about sitting on his lap while he’s meeting with volunteers and fellow jaegerists

ੈ✩ | sometimes, you wake up to him crying quietly beside you and you always scoot over and start spooning him

ੈ✩ | every once in awhile he’ll say things that remind you of the old eren, and it makes you wanna cry every time

ੈ✩ | you still love him though, and are willing to wait for him to come around

ੈ✩ | if you die in the war though, it’s up. he’s gonna keep going forward and won’t stop until he’s dead

ੈ✩ | he loves you so much, good god you’re so heavenly

alright people NSFW time so head out if you’re not interested

ੈ✩ | so modern eren! remember how i said he was a mechanic? somehow whenever he comes home, one of you is always frustrated. like imagine you were already missing him, and he gets home and his shirt is off, his skin is glowing and hes got oil smudges painting random patches of his coveralls

“eren—“ you very loudly gulp; you had just wanted to greet your loving boyfriend with his favorite snack but when you saw him in all his glory you really couldn’t help it

ੈ✩ | eren literally always knows when you want something from him; whether it’s because he’s good at detecting it, or you’re just bad at hiding it is up for debate but he clocks you either way

ੈ✩ | but eren, being the cheeky bastard he is, makes you say it. being shy isn’t very fruitful when it comes to him

ੈ✩ | now if he’s the horny one, it’s on fucking sight yo—and there’s no running away, the longer he’s away from you, the more frustrated he becomes

“ah—! eren,” you’re preparing dinner one minute and being bent over the counter the next “—need you” he whines

ੈ✩ | yeah, mans gets v whiny when he’s desperate for it

ੈ✩ | no if ands or buts about it, eren jaeger is a nasty man—regardless of what universe he’s in

ੈ✩ | into spit, vouyerism, and all the other dirty and nasty ass shit

ੈ✩ | into anal anything—even on himself, like if you sneak down to give him a rim job while giving oral he will become so whiny

ੈ✩ | will let you peg or finger him if you’ve got the guts to dom him

ੈ✩ | his moans are something else bro

ੈ✩ | HE’S SO AFFIRMING; “go ahead baby, you can ride” “don’t be shy look at me—pretty eyes on me, on me” “fuck yes, make yourself feel good on my cock” “fuck, you’re perfect”

“i love you so much”

“fuck, are you okay? yeah? okay, gonna move”

ੈ✩ | fuck, he loves mirror sex

ੈ✩ | he’ll let you ride for as long as you want sweetheart, and when you inevitably get tired he’ll buck his hips into yours, laying you down before shifting so he could thrust up more comfortably

ੈ✩ | you don’t notice, but he pays a lot of attention to what he’s doing during sex and will constantly look up to catch your reactions when he makes a strategic change of angles as he blows your back out

ੈ✩ | so yeah he knows your body like the back of his hand

ੈ✩ | SPEAKING OF WHICH, HIS HANDS BRO OML, HE HAS THE PRETTIEST FUCKING HANDS, like they’re calloused but slender and long with a pink hue dusted over his knuckles

ੈ✩ | he would rock you on his fingers while he’s gaming because you were lonely. and because you were so good he fucks you after

ੈ✩ | so canon! eren. . .bro first of all, whoever called eren’s titan form hot. get out, bc like i’m a closeted monsterfucker but how would it work? homeboy ain’t got no lips, no dick—and even if he did it’d literally kill you.

ੈ✩ | the only thing i could think of is him covering you with his tongue or you rubbing against one of his fingers

ੈ✩ | he lets out a lot of aggression on you; sometimes he’ll even cry against you—mans just gets really emotional when he can see your face

[miguelswifey04]

Could you do a Miguel x single mom reader who has a little girl? Reader is a waitress who brings her daughter with her to work, and her daughter immediately is drawn to Miguel when he comes in? Reader left an abusive relationship so she's immediately skeptical of him.

miguel o’hara x single mom! reader

as a waitress, you had grown accustomed to bringing your daughter to work. it wasn't an ideal arrangement, but as a single mother, you did what you had to do to provide for your precious little girl. on this particular day, just as you were serving customers, a tall, menacing figure caught your attention.

it was miguel, your regular customer. his presence commanded attention, but it was your daughter who seemed particularly drawn to him. she watched in awe as he entered the restaurant, a curious twinkle in her eyes.

“mommy, who's that?" she asked, tugging on your sleeve. you let out a sigh, glancing over at miguel with a hint of skepticism. the wounds from your previous abusive relationship were still fresh, and you were cautious around new people. however, you couldn't deny the sparkle in your daughter's eyes.

“that’s miguel, sweetheart. he’s a customer," you replied, keeping a close watch on both of them. miguel, noticing your daughter's curiosity, crouched down to her level with a warm smile. "hola, mija. what’s your name?" your daughter, shy but intrigued, hesitated for a moment before answering. "i’m maeve."

“well, maeve, it's a pleasure to meet you," miguel said, his voice gentle and friendly. "do you like superheroes?" maeve’s eyes widened with excitement, nodding enthusiastically. "yes! i love superheroes! they’re so cool!"

miguel grinned, his demeanor softening as he chatted with your daughter, captivated by her innocence and energy. he carefully engaged her in conversation, drawing her out of her shell, while you watched, observing his genuine interaction with your little girl. as the day went on, miguel proved himself to be not only kind to maeve but also respectful towards you. he never crossed any boundaries or pressured you in any way. slowly, your skepticism began to wane as you saw firsthand the genuine care and attention he showed towards both you and maeve. by the end of the day, when miguel approached you to settle the bill, you found yourself feeling unexpectedly comfortable around him.

“thank you for being so kind to my daughter," you said, a genuine smile tugging at your lips. miguel nodded, his brown eyes warm with sincerity. "it’s my pleasure. maeve is a special little girl." as you exchanged farewells, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, a curiosity about what the future may hold. maybe, just maybe, there was room in your heart and your life for miguel after all.

a/n: i love you guys so much!!/p like you guys always give the best prompts 😭

tags 🏷️.!! @kairiscorner @meeom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii @astro1bloom

[avonne-writes]

lucerys after undergoing puberty and becoming breakbones Jr: hi

aemond, internally: I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

Expectations

Aemond hasn't seen his nephew in three years - since Vaemond's failure of a challenge against Lucerys' position - but he can picture him clearly. Round, rosy cheeks, big eyes glistening with fearful tears, hands like a maiden's and a body built for soft pillows and sugary cakes. Pathetic, really. Imagining him fills Aemond with familiar delight.

When it was announced that Rhaenyra would bring her entire flock to the capital for the King's nameday, Aemond could barely contain his excitement. He didn't have a chance to put his hands on the insolent little bastard last time, but he has grown since. He had years to prepare. He'll get through to Lucerys' pretty face even if his sister's rabid watchdog of a husband stands between them. Then, Lucerys will get what he deserves.

When Rhaenyra's carriage pulls to a halt in the courtyard, he's watching the door with thinly veiled glee, standing as tall and as menacing as he can in anticipation of his nephew. But he's left disappointed. It's only his sister - miraculously not fat with a babe this time - and her youngest sons who step out. Aemond has to resist craning his neck for a glimpse of floppy brown hair. He grips his own elbow tighter, gritting his teeth. Where is he?

Then, there's a roar high up in the clouds - a dragon, Aemond's ears recognize. Another roar responds to it, and laughter follows before two beasts land just outside the gate. Aemond is surprised that Rhaenyra allowed her precious, illegitimate offspring to arrive on dragonback. Wasn't she concerned that a forceful gust of wind would blow the little lord into the sea?

The first figure coming through the gate is Jacaerys, just as arrogant and irritating as ever. His hairstyle has not improved either, Aemond notes with smug satisfaction. But behind him, there's a man whom Aemond's mind refuses to recognize.

He's tall and broad and built with muscles big enough to pass for a smith. The golden seams of his doublet struggle to contain him. His breeches look tight too - perhaps Rhaenyra's seamstress hadn’t had time to refit them to his size. His cheeks are dusted with stubble Aemond could weep for but would never be able to grow, and his brown hair curls in soft locks around his ears. He's that brute, Ser Harwin - but younger, sweeter. Prettier.

His round eyes glitter not with tears but with joy that dims as they meet Aemond's gaze.

This is not fair.

Aemond's hatred boils in his chest as he glares, all his plans and dreams and fantasies crumbling, his mind grappling to rearrange them to fit this new image. His nephew looks disturbed by his scowl. He casts his eyes down, his smile faltering, then flicks them back up to Aemond as if unable to stay away for a long time. Good. Aemond wants that bastard to look at him all day. To never have a peaceful moment when he doesn’t think of Aemond watching him back.

They stare at each other with a fire that never wavers until Rhaenyra blocks Aemond's line of vision to make him go through the expected greetings.

As they proceed into the castle, Aemond makes sure to situate himself behind Lucerys to make him more unnerved. He's annoyed to note that Luke is not only tall but taller than Aemond himself, and his steps are heavy in his boots no matter how small and insignificant he tries to appear just to avoid Aemond's notice.

It's a ludicrous notion anyway. He'd have Aemond's attention even if he was a pitiful worm in the ground.

As they walk up the stairs, Aemond considers his plans to take Lucerys down. He runs his gaze up Lucerys' calves to his ass and up his back. When Lucerys throws a wary glance over his shoulder, he smirks, happy to see that it still intimidates the bastard.

Simple brute force isn't going to suffice anymore. He can't just grab his nephew's dainty wrists in one hand and use the other to tease him with his knife. Those wrists wouldn't fit in his grip at once, and Lucerys could just tear himself out of that hold and punch him. No, Aemond will need to wrestle him into submission properly.

He'd have to use his own weight, even if Lucerys is not as skilled as he is. Aemond is better with a sword than with his bare hands, but he needs skin contact to truly revel in his revenge. The nick of a blade wouldn't be as gratifying. It would be better to catch Lucerys unawares, when those bulging muscles of his are still too sluggish to react. In the middle of the night seems promising enough.

Aemond adjusts his hair over his shoulders, suppressing a smile. Yes, he would sneak into Lucerys' chambers in the middle of the night, straddle him in his sleep, bind his wrists and tear his clothes away to get at his skin, then torment him until he begs. He knows Luke's tears will look gorgeous as they trickle down to his cheeks. Aemond would pretend to be gentle and wipe them away, feeling the rasp of stubble under his palm, and he would slip his thumb between Lucerys' plump lips to make him taste the salt. Then, he'd see if those breeches have been tailored to trick the eye or not -

Aemond's thoughts screech to a halt.

By the gods, what is he thinking?

[jungle-angel]

It Takes A Village To Catch A Menace (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

 Summary: You and Rhett adore your kids, but once they’re turned loose with their cousins, they give everybody a run for their money

Tagging: @rhettabbotts​​ Shelby, I hope you’re doing ok. I know things have been kinda rough but I thought this might give you a good laugh and cheer you up a bit

 No one could have asked for a better day than this, the threat of a long, hot summer approaching from around the corner and the Dutton Land near to bursting with the new life of spring. So many animals had been born as soon as spring hit, mostly from the cattle, but to everyone’s surprise, even the bison hadn’t slacked in the procreation department. Everyone was reeling with excitement when it was discovered that a white calf had been born to a female in Felix Long’s herd, a highly auspicious sign in everyone’s eyes.

Rhett, Rip and Kayce leaned against the wood rails of the paddock fence, watching the little calf graze with its mother, the cow clipping the grass and the little one sneaking in to nurse every so often.

“It’s gonna be a good year, that’s for sure,” Rip remarked, pushing his aviators back up onto his nose. 

“Herds are doing great, land’s nice and green,” Rhett added. “Couldn’t ask for better.”

“Yeah and in two weeks, you and I are gonna be uncles again,” Rip chuckled. 

“Because THAT horn dog over there couldn’t keep it in his pants!” Rhett laughed, pointing to Kayce.

“Fuck all o’ ya’ll and the horses you rode in on,” Kayce retorted. 

Rhett laughed but deep down, he knew Kayce and Monica deserved it. Sure, they had Tate, but after one rough ride, Monica had given birth to Jake, their precious little rainbow baby and Felicity after that. Now, another little girl would be entering the family in just a few weeks. There wasn’t a day that went by where you and Rhett hadn’t kept the family in your prayers, grateful for the lifelong bond you all shared with one another. 

The three men kept talking away, hardly noticing the smaller footsteps traipsing through the grass behind them. Rhett, Rip and Kayce turned to find Tatum and Tanner, yours and Rhett’s twin boys, Rip’s son Joey and Kayce and Monica’s little boy, Jake, running through the grass with something in their hands. 

“Whatcha got there boys?” Rhett asked them. 

“Nothin,” the four little boys chirped. 

Rhett, Rip and Kayce all looked at each other, knowing that nothing usually meant something. 

“I’m gonna ask ya’ll one more time,” Rhett warned them. “What’ve ya’ll got in your hands?” 

“There’s a wasp nest in the tree daddy,” Tatum chirped. 

“Yeah, a big one,” Tanner added. 

“And we’re gonna burn it off the branch,” Joey proudly declared, holding up one of John’s cigar lighters. 

Rhett, Kayce and Rip were suddenly overcome with a look of fear on their faces, almost as though each one had just shit themselves. 

“Uh oh,” Tatum said meekly, noticing the look on his father’s face. 

“HAND THAT SHIT OVER!!!!” 

“NO!!!!!” 

The four little boys took off into the grass, their fathers all hot at their heels as they leapt over the pasture fences and chased them around one tree after another. 

You and Beth had just come out onto the front porch of the main house, coffee mugs in hand, ready to relax and enjoy the morning before helping Monica with whatever she needed. All of a sudden, you heard the shouts of small children and three grown men coming up behind them. 

“Oh my God, what did they get into now?” Beth chuckled. 

“Well, I noticed at least three cans of hairspray and your dad’s cigar lighter was missing,” you answered. 

Beth almost choked and spat out her coffee. “Why the fuck do they even have that?!” 

“One of life’s great mysteries I guess.” 

You and Beth fought the urge to chase your sons through the yard, letting their fathers try and catch them for once. John’s heavy footsteps came up beside you, his gaze fixed on the sight before him. “Anybody have any idea where my good cigar lighter went?” he asked. 

“Why don’t you ask your devil grandchildren Dad,” Beth answered. 

John laughed and shook his head when a loud curse from Rip reached his ears. “I’m gettin way too old for this shit,” he chuckled before pulling his phone from his pocket and hitting the record-video button on his camera.

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“C’MERE YA LITTLE SHITHEADS!!!!” Rhett bellowed as he, Rip and Kayce charged across the grass towards the barns. 

“No we need it!!!” Tatum yelled back. 

“BULLSHIT!!!” 

Teeter and Avery leaned out the window of the loft where they had been stacking haybales all morning. ”What the fuck are them lil goat turds doin now?” Teeter questioned, adjusting the Astros cap on her head. 

“No idea but by the looks on their faces, I’d say it’s not good,” Avery answered. 

“SOMEBODY HELP US CATCH THESE DAMN KIDS!!!” echoed Rhett’s voice. 

“Ight, let’s go git’em,” Teeter sighed climbing through the trapdoor and down the ladder. “Them idjits have suffered enough.” 

Teeter and Avery headed down into the main stables where three of the other ranch hands were busy feeding the horses. “The fuck’s all that yellin about?” Lloyd asked. 

“Them lil skunk-herd motherfuckers are at it again,” Teeter answered. “Ya’ll got the oversized feedin sacks?” 

Colby tossed her one and Jimmy took another before giving one to Avery. “What’re ya’ll doin with those?” Lloyd questioned.  

“Gonna go and catch’em,” Teeter answered before sticking her gum behind her ear. 

“Well, if ya’ll are goin, I’m goin too,” Lloyd chuckled. “I ain’t missin this shitshow.” 

Teeter led the way and the ranch hands all hurried to the other end of the pasture, blocking off the only escape route the boys had a hope of taking to outrun their fathers. 

“Keep’em steady boys!” Teeter ordered. 

The kids came charging over the hill with Rhett, Kayce and Rip still on their heels, clutching the cans of hairspray and the lighter as if their lives depended on it. In a split second, each one of them tumbled right into the feed sacks, the hands closing them right up as they wriggled and squirmed inside. 

“Thanks guys,” Rhett blurted out, completely out of breath as he took one of the sacks that had a twin inside of it. “We owe ya’ll one.” 

“You don’t owe us shit,” Lloyd told him. “Here, c’mon, bring’em back to the bunkhouse, I’ll make damn sure they’ve got the fear of God in’em for this one.” 

Rhett, Rip and Kayce followed them all back to the bunkhouse, hoping that this time the boys would learn their lesson. 

****************

“Are you shitting me?” Thomas Rainwater laughed as he watched the video John had pulled up on his phone. 

“No, wait, it gets better,” John told him. 

Thomas laughed and shook his head as he heard the loud curses and Beth’s remark. Mo tried to hide his laughter too, but it was no use. Neither of them cared who in that office saw them or heard them. It was just too funny to look away from. 

“I take it they went down to the fire station?” Thomas asked him. 

“Nope,” John replied. “Didn’t have to do that. Lloyd took’em aside and showed’em what’ll happen if they do it again.” 

Thomas and Mo each made a face knowing that Lloyd’s tactics, as unorthodox as they were, would at least stick with the boys for a long time. 

“Well,” Mo sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Maybe there’s an advantage to all this.” 

“You’re damn right Mo,” John said. “There’s definitely an advantage.” 

“And what might that be?” Thomas asked him. 

“If that bitch, Caroline Warner, ever comes onto the property again and tries to pry the land out of our hands, we’ll just sick the grandkids on her,” John explained. “Odds are no land developers will ever come back.” 

“Truth be told, I like those odds,” Thomas grinned. 

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike has a gift for you.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI!!! fingering, (unprotected) p-in-v showersex. And cat shenanigans, Mike behaving inappropriately around boobs... That kind of stuff.

A/N:

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @mayloma @ellethespaceunicorn @summersong69 @livisss @ylva-syverson @sweetandgentlecreature

“Babe, can you grab some eh… Yes, Nyx, you can— Jesus Christ! Babe… Cats. Snacks. Please!” You look over the counter into the living room, where Mike is laying on the couch, covered in — and being screamed at by — his cats. The only one sitting next to him, rather than on top of him, is Sy. Your favorite orange menace is glaring at you, impatiently awaiting your return to the couch.

Nyx leaps off the couch and onto the counter as soon as she hears the drawer that holds her precious treats, Nova lazily taking her place on Mike’s chest. Little Mikey — who is still called that even though the name isn’t exactly apt anymore, because he’s grown so much that he no longer fits in the pockets of Mike’s hoodies, much to his dismay — pokes his head out of Mike’s sweater.

“What is he doing?” you ask, barely able to contain your laughter.

“Being a pain in my ass, as per usual,” Mike sighs. “But the cutest fucking pain in my ass I’ve ever seen, so it’s okay.” Your friends still don’t understand how you were able to make peace with the fact that Mike will never look at you the way he looks at his cats. The simple reason is that you know you’ll never look at Mike the way you look at your cats. You mean… his cats. Right?

Sy jumps you as soon as you sit down, Nyx and little Mikey follow soon after.

“Ow, Mikey, that’s my boob!” There’s honestly no saying which Mikey that remark is aimed at: it could easily have been both of them.

“He takes after me,” Mike says lovingly while he manages to grab a handful of tit while pretending to stroke Little Mikey.

“Hey, Mikey, that’s… Yeah, he does take after you,” you sigh as you try to feed all four cats an equal amount of treats. Mike eventually helps you by pulling Sy and little Mikey away before they can make a play for the last few treats. They’re Nova’s, end of story.

“I don’t like how they walk all over my sweet little baby,” you coo while giving her the head pats she so desperately meows for.

“Oh, yeah,” Mike laughs, “I’ve been meaning to tell you she’s got you fooled, babe.”

“What?” You turn to him — or rather; try to, because Sy lets out a dark meow that sounds more like a growl when he feels you’ve shifted too much.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin, “she’s being a pouty little baby around you, but she can take these fuckers in her sleep. They don’t mess with her when you’re not here.”

You turn to Nova, who is lying on her back in your lap, looking up at you with the biggest, most innocent-looking blue eyes imaginable. It’s obvious: whatever shenanigans are going on here, she hasn’t done anything. Mike laughs when you tell him that.

“Uhuh,” he says, “sure, Sweetcheeks. It’s okay, though! I spoil her too. Look at that little face!” He gently touches her nose with the tip of a finger, and she rewards him for his attention with a gentle, yet very loud purr.

“And how about this little face?” You chuckle under your breath as you gently move Nova off your lap and into Mike’s — Sy just bolts at some point — and nestle into Mike’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Not nearly as cute,” Mike says, but you don’t agree.

“How about you come with me and I’ll show you exactly how cute I think your face is?” you tease. Mike squirms when your cold hand worms its way into his sweater. “Fucking ow, Mikey!” Ten tiny claws have found their way into your hand — apparently the space inside of Mike’s sweater may now only be occupied by (parts of) Mike, little or otherwise.

“Serves you and those icicles you call hands right,” Mike says as he shivers dramatically.

“Well, maybe there’s a way to get me nice and warmed up,” you mutter with your lips pressed against his neck. “Come take a shower with me?”

“But I’m comfortable right here on this couch, with my cats,” Mike moans. You forgive him immediately; it’s not like you’ve never declined some naked quality time with just Mike because you were just too content with Nova purring in your ear.

Luckily for you, Mike has a weakness… “The shower will have significantly more naked boobs than the couch,” you try.

It works — of course it works! Mike is on his feet in seconds, leaving a very offended Nova on the couch, meowing loudly in protest.

“The f-" Mike exclaims as he takes a break from kissing your neck to look at your feet, where something furry brushed past your legs. “Of course.”

It’s Nyx, now soaking wet, of course, and meowing like her life depends on it.

“You did this, dumbass,” Mike grumbles as he picks her up. “Fuckin' wrong kind of wet pussy, dammit.” You barely manage to fight back a chuckle, and Mike blows you a quick kiss when he notices you heard what he said, before taking Nyx out of the shower cabin and wrapping a towel around her.

“Did you forget to close the door?” you ask curiously. He never does – he knows this is the result of that

“Nope,” he sighs, “but I’ve been suspecting for a while that this little monster can open doors. Guess I have my proof now.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” you ask. Nyx didn't sound like she enjoyed being wet much – although she seems to prefer it to being dried off, which she's fighting very actively.

“Yes, she's just being dramatic,” Mike snorts as he finishes towel-drying her. “Besides, this was entirely her fault. Yeah, you. You don't have to go everywhere I go, little weirdo.” She clearly doesn't agree with him.

After tossing the now semi-dry cat into the hallway and locking the door behind him – but not before checking if any of the others have snuck into the bedroom without him noticing – he joins you in the shower again.

“Where were we?” he says, making you laugh as he grabs a handful of boob.

“Right about there,” you chuckle.

Ever since Mike moved out of his parents' house and into his apartment, quickies in the shower practically all the private time you get together – and you both greedily make the most of what little time you get. Nova and little Mikey go absolutely nuts if you don't let them into the room even when – no, especially when – you’re getting it on, and Sy and Nyx are just obnoxiously loud at all times, no matter where you put them.

To add to the insanity, little Mikey has developed a habit of attacking feet. It's easy to guess why that isn't especially conducive to a romantic environment.

Then again, even limited to the shower – or those sporadic moments you decided it was worth wrangling four cats and listening to their complaints through the bedroom door – you have plenty of fun together. Besides, waking up with a snuggly Nova in your arms and Mike behind you with his arms tightly wrapped around you is just about the best feeling in the world.

Second to that feeling, is the exact thing Mike is doing to you right now; gently sucking on your neck while furiously pumping two fingers into you. He’s really gotten good at that.

“Fuck, Mikey, don’t stop,” you mutter. The remark is redundant at this point; he’s got you.

“Yes, victory!” Mike says with a big grin on his face that you kinda, maybe want to slap off, because he’s being impossible. “Now turn around so I can fuck you.”

It’s not an order of any kind, it’s a very directly phrased request born of sheer impatience, as evidenced by the fact that Mike unceremoniously grabs your hips and attempts to turn you around as he speaks.

“Bedroom?” you try, knowing you don’t want to wait, either. It’s that silly voice inside your brain that still tells you you’re a lady (you’re not) and you have to keep a sense of decorum (you don’t) to keep Mike from thinking you’re a slut (he already knows that, and he loves you for it!)

“Nope,” he replies. “Want you. Now.”

Oh. When he puts it like that… You finally give in to his greedy hands, allowing him to turn you to face the wall. When he pushes into you, you clench your fists and let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” Mike groans, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. It’s interesting how he seems to speak your thoughts so often — not that you would go as far as saying the two of you are totally in sync, or anything. God knows that’s impossible with Mikey, who isn’t even in sync with himself. But he’s yours, and you love him, and you can’t help but hope that you’ll indeed never get enough of each other.

He’s patient today, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts slow and steady. That alone would drive you nuts, but it’s the soft kisses to your shoulder and neck that really do you in, and soon you’re begging him for more — faster, harder… anything.

He chuckles. “Let me enjoy this,” he moans into your ear before teasingly nipping at your earlobe, his breath already revealing that he won’t be enjoying this for much longer, anyway. So you concede, your moans echoing off the tiled walls as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate and torturously gentle.

It’s the pressure of his fingers on your breast that eventually betrays him, letting you know he’s struggling — that he’s close, but not quite willing to have this be over yet. He wants to give you more, he always does, but he’s fighting something he can’t hold off forever.

Unsurprisingly, the grunt he lets out when he cums sounds more than a little disappointed, and you grab his arms, wrapping them tightly around you, keeping him as close as humanly possible for a while. You lean your cheek against the cool tiles of the wall, sighing deeply while Mike’s lips explore your neck.

“That was good,” you mutter, making him chuckle.

“That was short,” he replies. Who cares?

“It was great,” you repeat, not prepared to take any of his bullshit.

“Hey Sweetcheeks,” Mike says softly, and you let out a frustrated grunt.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble. There’s no such thing as five more minutes, especially now that the cats know you’re awake.

“I brought you coffee and breakfast.” Mike presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and — as per usual — Nova impatiently headbutts him out of the way. For the first fifteen minutes after waking up, you’re hers. Mike should know that by now.

The breakfast Mike brought you is an avocado and fried egg bagel, which means that eating it is not without risk — especially in bed. Nyx has this annoying obsession with eggs, which she immediately showcases by trying to steal it off your breakfast.

Luckily, Mike quickly provides the cats with their own breakfast, which means you get to eat in peace for a change.

You’re just finishing the last bite when they sprint into the room and jump on the bed. Now, all you have to do is wait for Mike to show up, too, and you can start your favorite part of the weekend; cuddling with Mike and your fur babies until someone can come up with a good reason to get out of bed. Last week it was well past noon when you finally decided you’d spent enough time under the covers. Not that moving to the couch had changed much about your activities. It had only added ‘watching TV’ to the mix — a Christmas movie, and you hadn’t even had to beg Mike to watch it with you; he’d volunteered.

Sy gets comfortable in your lap, while Nova climbs up to stick her face in yours. Nyx curls up next to you, waiting for Mike. That leaves little Mikey, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Odd…

“Baby,” you call to Mike, who you hear rummaging around in the kitchen, “where’s little Mikey?”

“Right here,” Mike says a little while later, when he comes back into the bedroom with his fluffy namesake in his arms.

Mike drops the cat on your stomach, and as soon as you pet him, you notice he’s wearing something around his neck. The cats don’t wear collars, which prompts you to investigate further.

Quickly, you find it’s not a collar; it’s a ribbon, with a note attached to it.

Dear mom, We miss you when you’re away, Always screaming, keeping dad awake. So for his sanity and his sake, Here’s something we would like you to take.

“You wrote me a poem?” you say with a smile before even really looking at what you’re holding in your hands.

Mike shakes his head. “They wrote you the poem, I promise.”

His tone is so serious that you can’t help but burst into laughter. “God, you’re such a dork, I love you!” You can’t help but notice that there’s something different about him this morning. He’s nervous. Fidgety — more than usual, at least. As if this is something way bigger than you realize at the moment.

It’s then that you realize you haven’t even taken a look at what he’s giving you, but as soon as you do…

In the palm of your hand, there’s a key — a house key, to be precise.

“We don’t want you to leave anymore,” Mike whispers as he pulls you firmly against him, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You’re giving me a key to your place?” you stammer. Somehow, you get the feeling your voice is barely audible over the sound of your heart.

“I mean,” Mike mutters even more nervously than before, “I’m… I’m actually hoping I’m giving you a key to our place.”

With tears in your eyes, you turn your head to look at him. Mike’s hopeful (but terrified) baby blues stare back at you. “You want me to move in?”

“You can think about it… Or, if you’re not ready, that’s—” You raise a hand to get him to shut up, and when that doesn’t work, you kiss him square on the mouth. Hard.

“Yes, Mike. A thousand times yes.”

[nagarnia]

I don't know if you remember, but back in April I wrote to you about my cat passing and Chunkli arriving at the same time.

I still take him to bed with me, to hell being a grown adult, he's a great cuddler and sleeping so good just holding him! I'm glad he's here!

But ever since late August, he has to contend the space with someone else. My mom knows a lady who works at a cat shelter, and she's always been 👀👀👀, saying that if I ever decide to adopt again, to just tell her... And we did.

She sent our way a lovely ginger boy, a bit of a menace but he's 9 months old, he's baby 🥺

And I named him Tomo. Yes I realized AFTER that maybe naming him after the fanon name for Kazuha's dead friend may not be the best omen, but I promise I'll keep him out of fighting a god so he should be fine. He doesn't seem to mind Chunkli, anyway, I think they'll get along well :')

I hope it's not weird to say it again, but it's been a huge help to have Chunkli with me in that moment, and I'm really glad I got him when I did, I wanted to thank you again.

And if there's more plushies coming, I might start to save up for one, because I'm also 👀👀👀

My heart reading this🥺 Yes I of course remember your ask! I'm beyond happy how chunkli has given you peace and comfort in your hard times... and Tomo😭 precious little katto 🤲💖 I will wish you the the best and thank you again for sharing your stories!

[novankenn]

"Ozpin's Fault AU"

Calls & Conversations (1089 words)

Nora exited the shower after 45 minutes, looking refreshed and clean, though she still shot Jaune a menacing glare. Jaune's ears drooped, and her tail wrapped around her body, covering her face as she tried to further bury herself in the nest of blankets Pyrrha had arranged for her.

"Nora." Ren and Pyrrha commented in unison. "Don't."

"I will..."

"Finish that statement, and I'll inform Professor Goodwitch of your intentions..." Pyrrha threatened.

"Traitor!" Nora proclaimed.

"Nora, enough." Ren stepped into the conversation. "Once Jaune's back to normal, I'm sure he'll apologize..."

"I demand compensation!"

"Er... what? Compensation?"

"She ruined my shirt... I want it replaced... limited edition Ms Mapleworth t-shirt!"

"You want Jaune to replace a plain white t-shirt with a limited edition shirt that features the logo of a maple syrup mascot?" Pyrrha asked, a little confused.

"Emotion distress and pain." Nora stated flatly, and before anyone else could say anything, a "YIP" from the nest of blankets on Pyrrha's bed answered Nora. "Thank you for agreeing, Jaune."

"How?" Pyrrha asked as Ren rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Breakfast time!" Nora's chipper attitude returned, "Let's go, Rennie!"

Pyrrha watched as Nora proceeded to drag Ren out of the dorm, leaving her and her crush alone. Pyrrha was so conflicted. Her feelings for Jaune had grown from interest in finally having a friend into a full-blown crush... but the gender swap was making things confused. She still held feelings and was discovering that she was possibly more sexually attracted to Jaune as a female than she was when Jaune was male.

The ringing of a scroll drew her out of her musings. Moving to the nightstand next to Jaune's bed, she picked up Jaune's charging scroll, to see if it was a call that she should answer.

"It's from your... Mom." Pyrrha announced as she turned to look at Jaune. Seeing Jaune shrink into the nest of blankets, told Pyrrha all she needed. Jaune was not read for such a conversation, but fate intervened, and as she was moving her thumb to tap the ignore icon, she tapped the accept icon instead.

"Hello, Jaune why haven't you... you're not Jaune. WHO are you..." the cheery voice instantly turned menacing. "Who are you? Where is my baby-boy?"

/=/

Qrow groaned, his head thumping as the incessant ringing of his scroll stirred him from his booze induced slumber. Rolling over on his ratty couch, he swatted the detestable device, and attempt to fall back asleep, only for it to start ringing again. Once again he hit the technological annoyance, again, for it only start up again.

"This better be important." Qrow muttered as he rose, sighed and answered. "What do… Glynda?"

"Qrow I have a situation at Beacon. I NEED you here... now."

"Huh?" Qrow shook his head, not believing his ears. "What?"

"As I have already said. I have a situation that requires your assistance in resolving."

"What type of issue could you have that you can't fix with that semblance of yours?"

"An Ozpin caused one."

"Seriously? What happened this time?" Qrow asked as memories of having to teach a four-year student how to change back from being a transformed into a Komodo dragon.

"Jaune Arc. Vixen."

"Shit." Qrow groaned. It was not a secret to any of the staff or Ozpin's inner circle that the eccentric Headmaster had a habit every so many years of causing anarchy with his magic. Usually around the time of the Vytal festival coming to Vale. "When?"

"She was discovered transformed this morning."

"Wait, did you say she? Jaune's your nephew..."

"Was..."

"How... Ozpin."

"Ozpin." Glynda confirmed.

"I'm in Patch." Qrow informed Glynda as he rubbed his face with his free hand. "I can be there before lunch. Anything else I should be aware of?"

"My precious Jaune is also now a faunus, and Jasmine does not know... yet."

"Fuck." Qrow cursed. The Arc matriarch was well known for being rather overprotective of her spawn, and Qrow used that term lightly. When the entire Arc clan got together, those kids were Hellions, specifically when it came to embarrassing, or protecting the sole son of the family. "Are you...?"

"Not if Ozpin can correct this mistake."

"He wasn't able to for the fourth year, four years ago." Qrow pointed out, only to wish he hadn't, considering the murderous look that crossed Glynda's face.

"He... WILL... fix this." Glynda informed Qrow through clenched teeth. "Before Lunch?"

"I'm leaving now."

/=/

"Well. I'm waiting."

"She... he is in the bathroom right now." Pyrrha lied as she heard Jaune's soft whimpering behind her. "I'll let her... I mean him know you called."

"Really?" Jaune's mom's eyes narrowed, and Pyrrha felt fear and panic starting to coil about in her stomach. She had never been a competent liar, and the way Jaune's mom was looking at her, Pyrrha could see she wasn't buying what she was selling. "And WHOM might you be, that you have access to Jaune's scroll?"

"I'm his partner..."

"Partner," Jaune's mom's eyes lighted up and a slightly unhinged smile crossed her features. Features that Pyrrha definitely could see the familial resemblance in. " And what type of ... partner are you?"

"Excuse me?" Pyrrha wasn't sure what was being asked of her.

"Hold the scroll out, I want a better look at you." Pyrrha, still a little confused, did as she was bid, holding the scroll further out and tilting it slightly to give Jaune's mom a better look at her figure. "Nice figure. Good hips, ample bust..."

"Excuse me?"

"Have you ever thought of having children?"

"I..."

"I expect at least four grandchildren from you."

"Huh?"

"I suppose we should get on a first name basis. I'm Jasmine Arc, it is a pleasure to meet you Ms Nikos, or course you're more than welcome to call me MOM."

"I..." Pyrrha's face grew cherry red, as her mind switched from preventing Jaune's current condition from being discovered to images of her heavy with child, with at least three other rugrats with strawberry blond hair seated around her for a family photo.

"I knew it." Jasmine grinned. "You have it bad. Now, about those grand babies. I want..."

"Nine. Minimum... I can do nine." Pyrrha blurted out.

"Oh... I like you... nine it is, and if you want more..."

Jaune whimpered as she heard the conversation happening between her mom and Pyrrha. Don't get her wrong, Jaune liked Pyrrha more than just as a friend, but the glint in her emerald green eyes was terrifying to her.

(So I am working on some follow-ups to recent postings, and working out a few more posts for "Jaune Gets a Gun Au". Hope you're all enjoying this nonsense.)

[webslingingslasher]

omg j i need to rant a lil, its not too serious bc i dont like spreading negativity but oh my GOD i need to rant

my mum is such a toxic boy mum. shes literally in love with him. its so fucking weird. he can (and does) say the most inhumane things ever to me (he literally called me a demon last night and said the world would be better without me) and she didn't say a WORD. she was completely silent. like a mute.

but i just ate his mini protein bar and she is screaming at me like i murdered someone? she's so personally offended that i took something from her poor precious little baby :( (hes literally 24 years old, grown WITH a job but still lives at home bc he doesnt wanna do his own laundry or make his bed💀

its so weird j he can literally do the worst thing ever to me and she doesnt give a fuck, i do the slightest inconvenience and she's ready to stone me to death?

she also hates his girlfriend and says she should be the only woman in his life. its so fucking weird. all of these people are weird😭 i want out. she's literally in love with him, its so fucking weird i hate it so much bleughhhhhh

pt. 2 its a typical "mothers love their sons and raise their daughters" type thing😭

i'm sorry anon :( the issue with your mom doing this is that it also builds resentment towards your brother. it's not cute and it's not fun. i had a friend with a mom like this and we all thought it was super weird. her mom viewed her as competition. fucking weirdo.

next time ur brother does some shit just be like "how's that emotional incest going?"

"you're a demon."

"ok and you have an emotionally incestious relationship with our mom. i pick demon time."

or when your mom starts some bullshit.

"eww... mom, do you smell that? ah, gross! it smells like incest!"

i'm fr a menace and i'd just be calling incest at every turn. "sorry, i can't be more like brother, mom. i wish i could incest with you too :("

[illuxtre]

So I finished FHH yesterday and I couldn't even process it till today I'm jwhzjwjdjws

Incoherent thoughts bellow:

Orion lacking even an OUNCE of self preservation in face of Rosalind's life being in danger they're so. I can't

That scene with Celia arguing with Oliver and him just "This is going to work." JAIL. JAIL. THERE'S NO WAY BEING LIKE THAT IS LEGAL. THAT MAN. I SWEAR TO GOD. They're so sweet and he's so silly for her I'm going to actually cry

Alisa is such a menace she's my favorite

THE FINAL CONFRONTATION. ORION HAD ME SCREAMING LIKE BABY???? I SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THAT FROM HIM BUT MY GOD.

The most Siblings Thing he do be bleeding out but absolutely about to throttle Oliver and Phoebe for pulling the Priest thing (Btw I'm so offended we did not get a on screen reaction to Oliver revealing Priest to Celia PFTTT)

Lady Hong had me screaming and punching something bc what the hell. What the hell. That entire family. What the hell. I'm so sad for Phoebe yet again

AND SPEAKING OF. Phoebe and Silas are so precious I can't 😭😭😭 he really caught her when she broke down, and gave her a reason to keep going, helping Shangai, even if they're literally enemies ffs. Throwback to Romajulliete, specially in the first book, absolutely unmatched vibes,, I'd love to see more of them tho I know it's over fr

THE ENTIRE SCENE TRYING TO SAVE ORION. WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER. I was like "As you like it is literally a comedy there's no way there is NO WAY." The relief was so real when he woke up he's so silly for Rosalind istg istg

AND THE PROPOSAL THE PROPOSAL THE PROPOSAL AKZBWJJXJS that is literally the cutest thing in the whole world the fact he spelled it out in the sky ("The sky says I love you" I'M ON THE FLOOR) but he was concerned she disliked the attention of the papers AND HE BOUGHT HER A POISON RING I'M CRYING SO HARD

The set of siblings are usually bought together do not separate them!!! Chloe better give us the Oliver/Celia proposal too!!! That's so endearing

AND LAST NOTE BUT NOT LEAST. ROMAJULLIETE BABY. OH MY GOODNESS. MY CHILDREN ARE ALL GROWN UP.

[ahollowgrave]

I would love to hear about Odette's sheep! If you wouldn't mind sharing!

Oh, of course! When she was still a full resident at her convent one of her duties was tending to the very small flock that they had! Only about four or so sheep, so very teeny but enough to keep a young troublemaker busy. When she left the convert the care for those sheep was given to one of her Sisters and Odette has missed them since. Enter, Rou. Friends of Odette found Rou while tripping on something out in the steppes. According to them, he is both a terror and a menace. He 'trapped them' and then 'chased them' all the way home. Another friend intercepted the chaos and brought Rou to Odette for care! According to Odette, Rou is precious and sweet and good, although perhaps a smidgen jealous. In reality, Rou tends to be very jealous of people getting near Odette whilst also being the biggest ham. For a while, it was just Rou and Odette but, lately, she has gathered a few other sheep to form her own small flock.

In this photo, Rou is staring directly at the viewer. The other two full-grown sheep have yet to be named, Odette is waiting to see if they'll tell her. The littlest one is named Bitty, however. Itty Bitty when she's being naughty! Odette cares for them very much, as is her wont, and uses their wool to make her friends truly horrendous gifts. She is a good nun but a terrible knitter. Thank you very much for the ask @briar-ffxiv!!

[alicentflorent]

I think they didn't make Olivia Cooke look older because 34-35 is not old, and it really pounds the fact that she became a mother at such a young age into our heads.

My Mother had me at the same age that Alicent had Aegon, at 15 and my entire life I've had to deal with

"but she looks so young?!"

"How old was she when she had you?!"

"That's your Mom?! you look like sisters"

It started to bother me in my early teen years when I knew more about sex and slut shaming, it felt like something to be embarrassed of.

I now have a toddler, I wasn't a teen mom but I am a relatively young Mom. I had my daughter just after graduating university but was and still am in my early 20s. I get mistaken for a teen Mom all the time.

My parents are now young Grandparents, they still aren't in their 40's yet. They look young because they are. They always got the

"Those are your kids?!"

"How old were you when you had her?!"

Comments and now they get the comments of shock and disbelief that they are Grandparents because they don't “look it”. So | think Olivia is a physically accurate depiction of a former teen mom, now young Grandparent. Her children were even younger than I was when they became parents.

I do agree that they should ve cast others differently or made them look more age accurate. Alicent’s children should’ve been played by younger actors especially Aemond. Rhaenyra’s sons are because the writers wanted them to look younger, more pure like innocent baby boys who could do no wrong. On the opposite side they wanted Alicent’s to look older, more menacing men who “bully” Rhaenyra’s precious boys and less like the young men they are. While I understand that they want the green boys to perform sex, nude and Violent scenes, Emily Carey was 17 when she did that scene with Viserys. She and Harry Collett are the same age and are actually good friends and peers IRL. So it’s a troubling double standard this franchise has always had. Harry is now 20 but they still cut his Sara Snow arc which did not have to be explicit. While in GoT Sophie was 13/14/15/16 getting her clothes ripped off, being put into scenes with grown men who wanted or tried to rape her, she was underaged and kissing a much older actor.

At the end of the day Tom, Phia and Ewan are completely Aegon, Helaena and Aemond now but it’ll be interesting to see how they’ll cast Daeron. Show Daeron should be the same age, just barely older than him or even slightly younger than Luke, since Aemond is the same age as Jace. Will they go for a boy actor like they did with Luke to show how young he is and how much of a tragedy his death is? Or will Daeron be a 14/15 year old boy who gets played by a 20 something year old heartthrob with facial hair and washboard abs?

The casting motives will be very obvious then.

That’s a fair point and I understand that some teen moms do end up looking close in age to their kids and end up still being young grandparents. Thank you for sharing your experience with me ♥️ I just think that Hollywood has a problem when it comes to women and aging Olivia herself said she feels awkward playing a 40 year old (pretty sure she mixed up book alicents she with show Alicents age) and still looking the same as when she played Alicent in her late twenties. I can see why the whole looking youthful and beautiful as your character is supposed to be aging and you are the same age as the actors cast to play your kids may bother Olivia as an actress who is going to age and probably end up looking older than she does now and not considered young enough by Hollywood standards to play a character like Alicent.

You are right about the kids casting being the bigger issue here. Aegon is 21 so I think Tom can pass for 21, or he could in season 1 because I thought at the time he didn’t look much older than Ty Tennant. I think Phia and Olivia look the same age and she is meant to be 19, the same age Emily and Milly were supposed to be playing at the end of episode 5. They actually looked 19 and you can see the age difference between them and their adult counterparts. Aemond is the biggest casting mistake in terms of look, Ewan plays him so well but he looks 30 in that targ wig and older than Alicent, also he’s the same age as Jace and only like 3 years old older than Luke but he looks like a grown ass man going after a young teen.

I really hope they cast someone young or someone who genuinely looks like a teenager to play Daeron, as you pointed out they cast Emily and had her doing a rape scene at 17 and they put underage Sophie in traumatic scenes. If they cast a minor I do hope they protect their wellbeing on set and I don’t thinks there’s any innapropriate scenes that he will be in. Showing innocent kids caught up on both sides and also they seem more sympathetic when making poor decisions (example: some people thought show Robb was a stupid grown man but he was a naive teenager put in an adult role)

[zootplayz]

Unrelenting

So, where were we...? Whelp, Natalie is old.

Julie is young.

And sadly Jewels passed away.

We miss you, girl! But life moves on and the family's puppies have grown.

Julie's Glee and

Mabel's Squee Julie makes sure she cleans the house everyday.

And even cleaned up the pups looks.

Isn't she precious?

This guy is a menace! Don't let that face fool you! The old folks are still madly in love.

Though this might be easier if you sat closer to one another guys. And Natalie has discovered a new hobby, besides the dollhouse.

Julie loves her man as much as mom loves hers.

She cannot wait until this rotation is over and she can go live with him. Believe it or not, there are more sims in the house besides just the princesses and one of them is about to grow up.

Happy birthday dear Peter! That is finally all 7 kids into full-grown adults, Natalie is so proud.

That Zoot never gave up with all those kids in the house. Peter did get himself a party because I love getting all the Pancakes together whenever I can.

Even if Julie spends all her time with Spork.

So, I know there's a party going on and my whole family is here but I think ya know, it's time.

Now let's get Peter a makeover.

Eep, I'm in love *swoons* While the gloomy Peter writes melancholy tunes. His much more cheerful sister writes jaunty tunes with her violin.

She's even teaching her older sister Bridget how to play.

Because yes we moved the older spares back in.

They can help out and watch over the enchanted wood while Julie goes to Berry town.

And ya know keep an eye on these old folks

Because they really kinda need it.

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[tactful-kind-daedra]

Taking a seat on one of the benches lining the wall about the training court, Daedra eagerly watched as Siegbert readied himself. She found it terribly charming as her son readily came to her defense. It was rather flattering, though she'd never wish to get herself into a predicament where any of her family would have to put themselves in harm's way for her.

Currently, it was fine as the only danger Siegbert faced, was from the 'menacing' glare painted on the training dummy way across the yard.

After his grand declaration, Siegbert charged forward on the back of Hawk on the Wind, and made little work of getting to his 'sworn enemy'. It was all fun and show.... until Siegbert cut the dummy clean in two, causing Daedra's clapping hands to still and her eyes widen.

It was amazingly impressive, but... Daedra had been on enough battle fields, that it was easy for her to imagine the dummy as a real person. Someone her precious child could end so easily and without even a thought.

Daedra... was not sure how to feel on that. Even now, with Siegbert practically a proper grown man. She knew he had to know such things - for his kingdom and for himself and others. Yet....

Still, Daedra quickly realized she let herself fall into a stupor. Forcing her smile back on, she stood from her seat and clapped her hands at Siegbert's efforts.

"Wonderful, Siegbert!! You Papa would have been so impressed if he were watching! You'd make your whole family so proud!!"

Well... most. Namely on Xander's side.

"As you wish. Stand back, please."

He readied the sword, and his horse. "You there! You dare threaten my mother?"

The training dummy at the end of the yard didn't have a response.

"Prepare yourself!" He charged, and with one strike, he sliced it clean in half!