#also because i napped with my daughter. so oops.

[bbokicidal]

hi ! i rly liked the skz marriage post i was wondering if you could maybe pls do them as dads? or like finding out you’re gonna have a baby ? thank u !

Ofc! I love writing family fluffy things like this.

Hyung Line only. If you'd like the Maknae Line as well, lmk! Also,, they all ended up as Girl Dads, oops.

SKZ as Dads [Small Headcanon List][HL]

Chris -

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely a girl dad in my mind, but he can be either! Obviously lol. I think he'd do well with a boy or a girl because he'd love them endlessly regardless.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 I think he would definitely be the type of dad to love his kids no matter what they choose to do in life. He doesn't care for gender stereotypes - He'll let his kids wear what they want, choose a job they like, it don't matter.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But while they're still his babies, he'll be absolutely coddling them and he will in fact take up both the mom and dad role when you're too busy to help out or if you're tired.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He is a crier. Their first steps? Crying. Their first words? Crying. Their first day of Kindergarten? Crying. Dropping them off at daycare? Crying.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He will do ANYTHING for his kids. Which, as much as he dislikes it sometimes because he has deadlines, includes leaving work early to come home and spend time with the two of you.

Minho -

ᯓᡣ𐭩 For some reason my first thought was Minho with twin girls.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 I think he would spoil the shit out of his daughters. Buying them whatever they want, clearing out a room in the apartment he previously used for working out to make into a toy room just for them; Big dollhouses, lots of barbies, dress up costumes. Everything you can think of.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's the type of dad to let them paint on the walls and then tell you it'll be okay when you freak out about it later. He'll cover it - take care of it, he's got it. And he'll absolutely let them do it again. (But he'll never cover up the crayon drawing they did of your little family near the door. That'll stay forever.)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cooks the same meals as he always does for you two, but makes sure to cut up the meat into super little pieces for his girls so that they can enjoy it too without hazard.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Master of Tummy Time. Literally loves it, will never give it up. Even as the girls get older he lets them nap on him whenever they want.

Changbin -

ᯓᡣ𐭩 There's been countless amounts of times you've come home to Bin wearing a pink tutu over his jeans and covered in purple glitter while your daughter laughs and chases him around the villa.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He will let your daughter get away with ANYTHING, so you have to take the reins and eventually ask him to toughen up a little.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But, him gently scolding your daughter while she sits in timeout is too hard to watch. He's a sucker for her and you can tell he doesn't like to scold her, so you do it instead. Baby's just too soft n squishy.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's also just the cutest with your daughter. Seeing a big beefy man carrying around your two year old in her Elsa dress and little braids in her hair is just too fricken adorable. (Which means you have pleeeenty of pics of them together on your phone.)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His favorite activity? Feeding your lil girl with the tiny baby spoons. He loves how messy she is and how she just can't keep food in her mouth longer than five seconds. It makes him cackle.

Hyunjin -

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Biggest girl dad out there!!!!!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely loves dressing up your lil angel!! He buys SO MANY dresses and hairbands and bows and clips and shit for her, but also.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The amount of Versace your daughter owns rivals the amount Hyunjin stows away in his closet. she is SPOILED.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But he also convinces Donatello to let him bring her with to a shoot and it results in the most adorable photoshoot you've ever seen in your life.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His favorite thing is reading to her, whether it's the middles of the day and she just wants him to read her a book - or if he's trying to get her to bed and laying in her way-too-small-for-him toddler bed beside her so she can relax and doze off against him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's fallen asleep there a few times but,,, we don't talk about how he ends up on the floor.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 3

Bedtime is a whole routine when you have three young daughters and want like a billion more.

CW: Light dash of spice

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets, otherwise you can assume it's just trying out sounds Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

While the twins babble to each other Cassandra and Rahul get a minute to chat in hushed voices.

Cassandra: Forget the pancakes, something else in this room looks good enough to eat big guy

Rahul: *chuckles and winks* Later, we’ve got to get these ones sorted. But you are also looking very tasty Mrs Chopra. So maybe we’ll both have some private dining later

Cassandra: *laughs* I do hope so

Rahul: Do you want to do night shift with Viola or should I

Cassandra: *through food* How tired are you? Because I can stay up several hours yet but you look fatigued

Rahul: I’m never going to be too fatigued to woohoo with you

Cassandra: *sighs* I know the feeling

Rahul: But since you asked I am feeling a bit drained

Cassandra: *smiles* Knew it!

Rahul: My wife is always right

Cassandra: A good life motto

Rahul: After we put the twins to bed I’ll nap then after you get Viola to sleep wake me up and we can… have dessert. After that I can keep an ear out for Viola

Cassandra: Deal *smiles* I love you big guy

Rahul: I love you right back my darling

Cassandra: And I love your pixel parts

For a while they eat in silence, each planning what could happen later.

Savannah: Mama! Papa! I all done

Rahul: Yes I can see that

Savannah: Mama lift me free?

Cassandra: *finishes bite* Here I come

Mercedes: Papa take me potty

Rahul: Manners?

Mercedes: *sighs* Peas papa

Cassandra: How about you honeybee

Savannah: Potty please mama

Rahul: Okay girls, Viola is sleeping so keep quiet. *sternly* I mean it, no funny business

Twins: *quietly* yes papa

Rahul: You’re both getting so big, you’ll be out of diapers soon

Savannah: We be potty trained?

Cassandra: You’re so close honeybee

Mercedes: Yay! Mama, papa, I not have oops

Rahul: Good job

Cassandra scoops her up and gives her an extra snuggle while Savannah finishes off.

Mercedes: Mama?

Cassandra: Yes little ladybug

Mercedes: Can I have story time?

Cassandra: What book shall we do tonight

Savannah: I pick

Mercedes: I pick! You pick last

Savannah: No you pick last

Cassandra: How about the Princess and the Pea? You both like that one

Rahul gets Savannah tucked in while Cassandra sits on the edge of Mercedes’ bed to read the story with the alternate ending Casandra wrote when she was a teen.

Cassandra: At this news the princess jumps up from the table spilling her breakfast and startling the king and queen. “You deliberately made me have a rough night sleep after I came seeking shelter in the rain? All to find someone delicate enough to marry your son?” The king and queen said-

All: It was the only way!

Cassandra: The princess turned to the prince, horrified and said-

All: You are no prince!

Cassandra: The princess continued “I may be delicate but I have a brain and self worth. I will not be your trophy.” The princess left the castle leaving the royals in stunned silence and made it back to her own castle. There she happily slept on her mattresses and no vegetables appeared in it as her people loved her. The prince-

All: Never ever wed!

Cassandra: And the princess was not known for being kept awake by a pea, but by her kindness and compassion for everyone in her kingdom

At the story’s conclusion Cassandra kisses both of her girls goodnight and heads to find Viola who has been napping in the high chair.

Cassandra: Wake up green bean, it’s time to try some food. Let’s see how you feel about applesauce huh

Cassandra scoops a small bit on the spoon and moves it close to Viola’s face so she can see it. Viola looks puzzled and sniffs at it.

Rahul: *tiredly* Come on Viola, you can try it

Cassandra: Big guy will you please go nap before you pass out

Rahul: I just want to see her try it *yawns* it’s her first baby food

Cassandra: Okay green bean, open wide

She smears some of the applesauce over Viola’s lips making the infant stick her tongue out. Cassandra sneaks some into her mouth and Viola holds it there, unsure of what to do with this not milk offering.

After a small swallow she is still unsure about it. Cassandra keeps trying to feed her hoping she will make up her mind one way or the other. Viola makes up her mind alright. She decides that squishing the food that falls out of her mouth is actually the most fun thing. Cassandra beings making some aeroplane noises to accompany the bobbing spoon and Viola begins to understand when to open her mouth, baby steps.

Cassandra: How was that then my little green bean? Did you like it

Viola: do da fru fru (I don’t know yet)

Cassandra: Well we tried. We’ll try some more tomorrow maybe. How about some milk huh? Nice warm milk

Viola: I aaa (my favourite)

After drinking her full Viola gets burped. Cassandra is delighted when just bubbles come out. The twins spat up a lot after feeding but Viola hardly ever does. It’s fascinating for Cassandra to see how early her children are individuals with their own personalities. Hopefully once Viola becomes a toddler the house won’t be without an infant for long.

Cassandra carries Viola into the nursery and notices she’s seeming agitated. She’s fidgeting and has started breathing much faster than normal.

Cassandra: What’s wrong green bean

Viola: ca na doo (the rain is scary)

Outside is getting pelted with heavy summer rain. In the nursery the sound of rain on the main roof is enhanced by the noise of rain hitting the glass roofs covering the porch and patch of yard. Viola peeks over Cassandra’s shoulder fearfully and nuzzles her nose into her mama for safety.

Cassandra: Is the rain a bit loud Viola? I suppose it is rather heavy tonight. Would you like to hear a song about it

Cassandra holds Viola close and rubs her back while singing itsy bitsy spider. Her mind travels back to hearing her mother sing it to her and Alexander when the storms made it seem like the mansion would wash away. After a while Viola’s breathing slows down and returns to normal.

Cassandra: There there now, see Viola, rain is nothing to be afraid of

Cassandra places her infant down on the changing table and begins a diaper change. Not long into it Viola lets loose and pee spurts everywhere! Cassandra doesn’t enjoy being coated but she is happy to see Viola now chuckling away and kicking her little legs. After wiping down herself and the infant Cassandra carries Viola to her crib.

Cassandra: I know you seem to soothe yourself but mama will put a lullaby on to help since the rain is so loud

Viola sticks her foot in her mouth in response.

Cassandra: I love you Viola. Have good dreams and be kind to your papa if you wake in the night okay

Back in her room Cassandra cheekily wakes Rahul up with some tickling.

Rahul: Hello to you to

Cassandra: Are you feeling more rested now *kisses*

Rahul: I don’t know. I look at you and my heart races. Did you get Viola down alright

Cassandra: She was a bit worried about the rain *kisses* but a song calmed her down

Rahul: Will you sing me a song

Cassandra lies next to him and runs her hand along his cheek as she thinks about how best to respond.

Cassandra: I thought you knew, I have a symphony of sounds that is just for you

Rahul: Luckily your symphony invites audience participation

Cassandra: Just yours and mine big guy

Rahul pulls her close and after a deep kiss the two head under the covers. When they’re done for the night a moment of peace descends over the property as every living thing sleeps.

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[catchingbigfish]

nine people you want to know tag game

thank you for the tag, @winterandwords!! i was also tagged by @words-after-midnight for a similar one with the addition of the last 2 questions so i just smushed it all together.

three ships & first ship: i’ve tried so hard to think of more since the first time i did this game but i honestly can’t! britta x jeff from community are still my comfort pairing as far as on-screen relationships go but i’ve just never been fully able to grasp the concept of shipping.

last song i listened to: Barefoot in the Park - James Blake ft. ROSALÍA

last movie i watched: Aqua Teen Forever: Plantasm! had one of the funniest gags i’ve seen in a long time (the false credits). my boyfriend’s truest genre love is comedy and over the decade-plus we’ve been together he’s really won me over

currently watching: i just finished the 5 new episodes of You, which i thought was pretty good! other than that i’m back on my rotational binge of arrested development and community.

currently consuming: water and what i'd packed for lunch -- homemade hummus, roasted vegetables, and quinoa -- because i went out with a friend for lunch instead of eating what i made. oops lol

currently craving: a nap!

working on: so it goes (second draft), narcissus (short story from decomposing gods), and “origami” crochet flowers for my spring decor!

currently reading: ngl, my bedtime reading is now whatever book on scientology i haven’t read and is available from my library, and last night i started Ruthless by Ron Miscavige. i’m also reading They Drown Our Daughters and enjoying it quite a lot!

i'm going to leave an open tag on this one!!

[understandableparadox]

RANDOMIZED?! bottom of the barrel isekai review:

holy shit a modifier!? thats right, im going to start hitting the randomized button on the isekai listings, and now matter what turns up (barring notable exceptions). Today's offering:

Thats right we are waltzing back into ball room hell! Today title is "I used to be a disqualified daughter of the duke."

now lets go through the basic story.

Lets say hi and hello to our poor dear girl Claire, the main protagonist who is currently getting cold shouldered by her boyfriend the crown prince because ill be fucked if we don't ram ourselves dick first into the cliches.

anyways we cant focus on that because we need to talk politics. oops did i say politics, i mean family relations!

as shown, magic and women are closely tied together in this story, claire unfortunately sucks at magic while her sister, charlotte is Great at magic. they are great sisters and their relationship should not be called into question because the protagonist has not called it into question at all.

"hey dox, why aren't you telling us more about claire?"

*shoots you shoots you shoots you shoots you shoots you, serves you some soup, shoots you shoots you shoots you shoots you*

Thats a great question honey bee, that's because claire is Nothing. if i were to lunge out and bite the air, i would taste more in those vibrating molecules and stray traces of gaseous elements then i ever will from whatever void creature claire is.

You see, the conceit of this manga is that it is Cliche. everything you will ready from this title will run to the next cliche instead of breaking away to a story the author may for some odd reason want to share with us. instead of plot we are assaulted with new characters, new ideas, new Things that you have been served before on better platters and with kinder smiles.

but lets not be negative, lets get going.

oh did i say claire and charlotte are good sisters? i mean they are not, and charlotte preforms a heel turn out of nowhere and now we are expected to hate her without getting a second to understand her actions in any capacity.

charlotte has actually been talking mad shit, saying claire is actually a super duper big meanie that is constantly bullying her dear doe eyed lil sister. which of course everyone immediately believes with no hesitation because we are supposed to hate these people uncritically. if they had any more then the scant brain cells required to lift their arms up so their underpaid servants dreaming of stuffing their heads into a guillotine, why we wouldn't have a story now would we?

anyways instead of clearing the air and making it clear to everyone that this is not the case, she cuts her hair to show that she is doing something brave and scary then decides to exile herself immediately because i guess the author couldn't be fucked to draw a decent ball room scene so she could get kicked out.

she takes a nap first to remind everyone that this is actually an isekai and that claire isn't actually the main character but a side character which leads to This Wild Panal later. anyways she gets prophetic dreams about her and her gal pal talking about the game which just so happens to give us vary important plot points.

hey wait a god damn second, ive been talking for five minutes and we aren't surrounded by soft eyed, understanding and blindly loyal anime boys! this wont do at all, this is a god damn outrage!

ah there we go, now we can go back to talking about nothing. the next five chapters can be summed up thusly:

claire is part of a conspiracy, she is the lost princess of a island kingdom thats also supposed to be lost but its fully inhabited and has a school and other such creature comforts... anyways the game has a secret event if you bring claire to the kingdom and have her redo her magic test and oh my stars it looks like shes a super duper secret specialist girl that the gods love! wow, insane, how ever do they come up with all of this?

got all that? did it sound exciting? Its not. they talk through most of this, teleport through even more and only show scant scenes of scintillating light to show shit. its like saw dust for the eyes, the once beautiful reduced down to something so....Eh.

also i ran through that because the last couble of chapters made me fucking blow my casket on discord and now you get to read my rant. anyways we now know that claire is the super secret girl of destiny and oops the pretty boy who follows her around like a puppy is the crown prince of another kingdom that is described to be 10 years ahead of the other kingdom. so i guess she lost absolutely nothing.

she decides that she needs to be Strong and independent so she goes to fantasy hello work, here is where i got scared that it was just a tea shop. relief took me as i realized oh, she was going to be a tutor! thats fine, thats dandy right?

WRONG, SHE NEVER FINISHED HIGHSCHOOL, SHE HAS TO GO BACK TO FUCKING SCHOOL ON THE NEW ISLAND, SHE HAS TO ASK THE PARENTS OF THE KID TO LET HER GO TO SCHOOL

SHE HAS TO DO CLASS BEFORE SHE EVER SEES THIS KID, WE LEARN MORE ABOUT THIS FUCKING SCHOOL THEN WE EVER DO THIS FUCKING CHILD AND HER PARENTS WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE NOVUEA RICHE TYPES. WHY DOES THE CHILD NEED A TUTOR? WHAT GRADES IS SHE FAILING AT?

AH DONT FUCKING WORRY ABOUT IT, WE ALREADY KNOW THAT CLAIR IS A WONDERFUL TEACHER! AND SHE IS SO GOD DAMN BUETIFUL AND PRETTY AND SMART AND FUNNY, GOD CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING HER? SO GOD DAMN EFFORTLESS THAT SHE DOSENT EVEN NEED A FOUR YEAR TEACHING DEGREE TO HANDLE THIS POOR CHILDS WOES!

WHAT ADVANCED TOPICS COULD CLAIRE IN HER INFINATE DROP OUT NO CHILD CARE TRAINING ASS HAVE??? WILL SHE PROVIDE THIS CHILD WHO IS MORE LIKELY THEN NOT IN FUCKING GRADE SCHOOL THE ESSENTIAL MATHMATICAL SKILLS SHE WILL NEED AS A NOBLE WOMEN? WILL SHE IMPART ONTO HER THE VAST BREDTH OF KNOWLADGE NEEDED TO PARTAKE IN POLITICS BOTH IN COUNTRY AND ABROAD!?

"AH FUCK IT, WHY DONT YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO LEARN TIMMY?" SHE HAS NOTHING PREPARED, SHE HAS NOTHING READY FOR ANY KIND OF LESSON PLAN, WHY DID THOSE FUCKING TROUTS HIRE HER IN THE FIRST PLACE?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HJAHAHAHAHAHA, OF FUCKING COURSE, OF COURSE! I CANNOT ESCAPE, I CANNOT FIND SOLACE OR REFUGE, IT ALL COMES BACK TO TEA! OH GOD WHO ART IN HEAVEN, BOIL ME, BOIL ME IN EARL GRAY AND ALLOW ME THE SANTIFICATION THAT CAN ONLY COMES WITH THE SKALD OF PURIFYING WATER FOR I AM NOT SINLESS, I FORGET THAT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ISEKAI LIKE THIS IS FUCKING ***HORNY*** FOR TEA, IT IS A FETISH BEYOND THE DEPTH OF DEPRAVITY WE CAN ONLY HOPE WE CAN AVOID WITNESSING. IT ALL COMES BACK TO THE FUCKJING GALLONS OF TEA THAT MUST BE CONSUMED AND IMBIBED, YES LITTLE GIRL, YOU MUST BE INDOCTIRNATED. WHAT SCHOOLING CAN YOU POSSIBLY HOPE TO LEARN IF YOU CANNOT PARTICIPATE IN THE MOST SACRED ACTIVITY, THE FUCKING TEA PARTY?!

i need to stop... oh, she stops a tornado after this but its so god damn boreing, its a cloudy day that everyone feels werid about, she says a lil diddy and it disappers with some light

apperently its a magical tornado.

then we get a chapter chunk thats meant to make you hate her sister more but christ o maily do you fucking care?

2/10, dont read this.

[elvisabutler]

Hey, bestie! I'd like to request the fluff prompt "don't worry, I'm staying right here." with Austin.

hey bestie! thanks for the request first off. second off! so this one took me a minute, i toyed with the version of austin i wanted to use with this before going pretty simple. tw: death mention and something at least similar to a panic attack.

fluff, "don't worry, i'm staying right here." - austin butler ( also known as: my heart beats for you )

austin will admit this willingly, has admitted it willing on a podcast that sometimes his anxiety gets the better of him. it's gotten the better of him when he's needed to do things. he almost backed out of recording the podcast but told himself that he just had to get to the cafe and it would be better. it would make his mind calm down and stop swirling with thoughts he can't even articulate.

you're no stranger to his panic, to his anxiety and you're used to your own occasionally flaring up- thankfully never at the same time as his. something about taking care of someone makes you focus your attention away from it and- well austin might be a grown man but you're a grown human being yourself and yet sometimes you want someone to take care of you, to calm you down before you choke on the air coming into and leaving your lungs. or before you stumble over a word or five because you can't make your mouth work because everything just feels heavy and disjointed.

your job had let you relocate to budapest as long as you promised to stay on a united states schedule for meetings and your work deadlines. it was an easy decision because it allowed you to stay with austin and actually be in the same apartment again for longer than a month. you both needed the comfort of having another human being or more accurately you both needed the comfort of having someone they truly cared about nearby and not a plane ride or a phone call away.

the problem with the schedule is that sometimes you were up at strange hours like tonight where you're up at two in the morning working on something that's for some client or other- you really just weren't paying attention beyond get this done by midnight eastern standard time tonight. you hate walking austin up and it's why you're in your shared office typing away on your laptop when you hear the shout.

specifically you hear austin shout for something that sounds like your name but maybe his mother's name. honestly the exact thing is muffled enough that you can't tell, not that it matters as you end up just running to your bedroom. what greets you is what you expect, it's austin hunched over the side of the bed shaking in ways you haven't seen in a while and muttering something indecipherable to himself. you know how he can get when he's like this so you pause in the doorway before sitting down on the opposite side of the bed from him.

"aus, sweetheart?" you start, your hand moving to his back. "are you okay?"

there's a period of silence that follows your question puncutated only by his shallow breaths and the sound of his feet rubbing against the carpet as he jiggles his leg nervously. after a few minutes he finally answers.

"no." it's choked out, practically spit out if you were being honest. "i- nightmare. like-" he has to pause and take another deep breath and as he does he reaches for the hand you have on his upper back. you gladly let him take it. "when i did the audition for baz."

"oh." you utter and silently hit yourself afterward because that was not the first thing you should have said and you know it. "your mom again?"

the silence that follows is longer than the first and it starts to scare you enough that you're about ready to get up and pull austin close to you before you hear a sniffle. "yeah. but- you too. it was her dying and then you followed." his next breath sounds like it's being overtaken by a sob and your heart breaks. "i couldn't- i thought i could at least help you."

you don't even miss a beat before you're climbing into bed and wrapping your arms around austin. "i'm right here, sweetheart. you're- i'm fine. i'm alive and i've got my arms wrapped around you."

that centers austin more than he is entirely capable of processing in the moment and you feel some of the tension in his body leave him before he makes it so he can nuzzle at your neck. "can you just- stay here for right now? just until i fall back asleep? i know you've got the deadline."

you smile slightly. "don't worry, i planned on staying right here. no leaving even to grab the laptop." you pause. "let me get comfortable on the bed and you can just lay against me or curl up. sound like a plan?"

he nods. "hearing your heartbeat will probably help so yeah."

the only answer you give back is a hum as you shoot off a text to your boss at the possible delay before climbing under the covers and making a space for austin that he gladly takes with a sigh. your hand moves to his hair, running your fingers through it as he just lays his head against your chest. you both are quiet, him just listening to your heartbeat and you paying attention to the rhythmic falling and rising of his chest.

he speaks first. "thank you."

you raise an eyebrow and stop petting his hair for a moment. "for what?"

"just being here." he shrugs, placing a kiss approximetly where your heart should be. "especially this late."

"wouldn't be much of a partner if i didn't, aus." you pause and kiss his forehead. "go back to sleep, i'm alive and i've got work i need to do. once i'm done you can hold me to your heart's content. deal?"

he smiles and settles his head back onto your chest, his eyes shutting ever so slowly. "deal."

[ddejavvu]

Could you maybe write something with reader and hotch coming home with their newborn baby and hotch is absolutely obsessed with her?

I can't tell if you meant obsessed with the baby or obsessed with you but i think both would be true!! also shit i got carried away with this and it went wayyy beyond newborn stages oops

--

aaron has always been suuuuper attentive to you

this became even more intense when you were pregnant

sure, before he'd check on you every once in a while if you got quiet, he'd ask what you were laughing at if you were giggling at your phone, he'd make sure you weren't cold if you were snuggling together

but when you're pregnant

he's adjusting the pillows for you

he's asking you for constant symptom updates

he's making sure you're in bed incredibly early and encourages you to sleep in in the mornings

he's taking the temperature of your soup when you get nauseous and can't eat anything else so that you don't burn your tongue

he's well aware that you can do things for yourself

and he'd never overstep if you asked him to stop doing certain things

but :) he wants to spoil you :)

when your baby girl is actually born

holy shit

he is Enamored

he spends so much time just !! Looking At Her !! just staring at her with big goo-goo eyes they're sparkling all shiny and adoring as he stares down at her tiny little face and his grin doesn't fade for hours

His hands are absolutely massive, we know this

and he dwarfs your baby girl

he cradles her and she's completely enveloped in his hands

he likes to murmur silly sweet little things to her while she's getting used to being alive

'your nose is so small... your ears are so small... your fingers are so small... your toes are so small... you're so small, peanut'

'such a little baby, my little baby'

you're in the hospital bed looking absolutely ragged like 'your?? baby??'

"Our little baby."

when you guys get home

oh boy

aaron built (assembled) the crib himself

he made it as sturdy as humanly possible

but the second you try putting her in there

he panics

"Wait, sweetheart, I think it would be best if we just checked it one more time-"

"You put Jack in there the other day and made him jump around!! It didn't move a millimeter, it's perfectly safe."

speaking of jack even though this isn't technically about him

oh my god :((

he's so eager to see her and hold her and be around her

you put her in his lap on the couch and he beams down at her when she looks at him

"Mommy! Daddy! She's lookin' at me!"

Jack is very eager to snuggle with you and the baby

you because you've had a very sensitive, very large belly for a while now

and he hasn't been able to comfortably lay on your tummy like he used to

and the baby because she's his baby sister :)

but sometimes he's a little too eager

aaron has to catch jack before he catapults onto you and reminds him that you might not have a baby in there anymore, but you've still got organs that can't be crushed

if jack does accidentally get a little too rough Aaron is right there to make sure you're okay, jack is all teary-eyed bc he didn't mean to hurt you :((

aaron hovers over your daughter like nobody's business

she sleeps a lot, obviously, because she's three weeks old

but he's frowning down at her sleeping form like 'sweetheart she's sleeping again. that's the third nap this morning.'

"Aaron, babies sleep a lot. You don't remember that with Jack?"

"I do I just- she sleeps a lot. Is she okay?"

"She's fine," You always have to reassure him, but you can't always tug him away from the crib

you set up a little rocking chair in the nursery and he definitely sits there to do work sometimes

your daughter snoozes away in the crib and he flips through files in the chair, just to be with her

she lets out littles sighs sometimes in her sleep and he lets a little lovesick grin slip over his face while he works

she likes grabbing his nose :(

and he 100% lets her

she yanks on his hair and drools all over his ties and he holds her up to his face and kisses her chubby little cheeks and tells her she's 'the prettiest baby girl i've ever seen'

when she starts making noises a bunch

he takes little videos

he's got a folder on his phone (you had to show him how to make it) of all of her little baby babbles and if he has a particularly hard day on a case he listens to them :((

he loves loves loves dressing her up!! he will buy the most heinous outfits for her, frilly tutus and ruffled onesies and little baby slides and brings her to you while you're eating breakfast and she looks like a doll that someone let a six year old give a makeover but she's adorable and you fawn over her outfit together

he talks to her all the time!!

he says its because hearing natural language spoken around and to them helps babies develop early language skills

but you're fairly certain it's just because he can't go four seconds without telling her that she's his beautiful baby girl

'that's a cool toy, pumpkin! oh, does it make a noise when you shake it? hmm? good job sweet girl, shake it, shake it, shake it!'

he will wear almost anything on his head as a hat so that she giggles at it

you have caught him balancing a frying pan up there once

he also excels in silly little voices

whenever he reads her a bedtime story (that she is definitely not paying attention to, she's just eating his watch), he does voices for all of the characters

if he doesn't get enough baby snuggles throughout the day he's sooo sulky

"Aaron, what are you doing?! I just put her down ten minutes ago, don't wake her up!"

"I'm not waking her up," He insists, as he wakes her up by lifting her out of the crib, "I just wanna hold her."

[crsjunkyard]

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I'm just causally tossing this into The Sun Also Rises universe as a way into the future possibility for these two. Fic get's its namesake from the Bobby Darrin song More.

Papa Viktor has been on my mind for a long time, and I had a couple requests that fit really well into this idea.

Smut between the ******* ******* double and ******* ******* ******* triple line breaks, (fic includes pregnancy, oral sex, anal fingering, some slight d/s undertones and lots of family fluff)

Length: 4k

Summary: You wake up from a nap to discover Viktor and the kids doing something they shouldn't.

You were taking a nap- in the middle of the day.

Really it couldn’t be helped, it was exhausting carrying around Viktor’s children. They were just as angular and chaotic as him, throwing elbows and twirling around inside you all day.

Now it was dark outside, and you wiped the drool from your chin- pulling on a soft robe. It was most definitely time for food, preferably something sweet… or maybe crunchy?

Bare feet pattering down the hall, you rounded the corner to the kitchen and glanced towards the small breakfast table- heart melting at the scene in front of you.

Viktor had your two year old daughter bouncing in his lap. Happily feeding her bites of…wait a second… was that the honey cake?

Your five year old son was one chair away, using his bare hands to pick off little chunks of moist sponge before smiling as each bite went into his mouth- gods he looked just like his father.

Tip toeing a little closer you spoke loudly, “Whatcha got there?”

Viktor startled, looking up to see you standing over him- hand resting on your cocked hip, stomach adorably rounded under one of those plain white shirts of his you kept stealing.

Your son’s eyes went wide before jamming the last bit of cake into his mouth- and your daughter didn’t understand the ramifications of the situation, she was just happy to see you.

“Well you see-“ Viktor started, but you cut him off.

“That wouldn’t happen to be the honey cake I made for your party tomorrow?” You sharply arched a brow.

“Ah- we really… uhm-“ Viktor floundered for an explanation.

“Mom, it was my idea,” your son blinked up at you with those wide amber eyes. “It’s my favorite, and I rea-ally wanted some.”

You looked at him and cracked a smile- eyes crinkling with fondness. He had you wrapped around his finger, and that little menace knew it too.

“I guess papa just won’t get to enjoy it at his party,” you conceded- not particularly upset but enjoying the way Viktor squirmed whenever you caught him doing something he shouldn’t.

Pulling up a chair next to your son, you reached for a piece, stomach letting out a low growl. “Seems like your little brothers want some too,” you looked down, patting your bump.

Something about being pregnant gave you a wicked sweet tooth- and Viktor was endlessly pleased as it meant the house was always stocked with his favorite sugary delicacies.

It was a double edged sword of course, because sometimes you had cravings for spicy chicken feet or pickled herring.

“Brother? Viktor choked out through a mouthful of cake.

“Oops,” your fork clattered against the table. Damn, you’d been keeping the secret so well. Chancing a peek at Viktor, you saw his eyes practically bulging from their sockets.

“I was going to tell you tomorrow- after the party, as a little birthday surprise,” you shrugged. “But we both know I’m terrible at keeping anything from you.”

“I am going to completely disregard the fact that you went to a healer's appointment without me,” however his tone told you that was something he would be bringing up later.

“We are having another boy?” Viktor asked, a tender grin lifting his features.

“No,” perhaps you were enjoying this a bit too much- that furrow in his brow, the way his head cocked in confusion.

Viktor was feeling uneasy, you had that secretive little smile that usually meant you were up to something.

“We’re having two boys,” you squealed.

Your son looked at you with awe. “I have two brothers in there,” his little finger pointed to your swollen belly.

Meanwhile Viktor sat there- completely shell-shocked. Jaw slack as he stared at your tummy.

“Vik, honey- are you alright?”

Say something, tell her how excited you are- how proud you are of the family you’ve built together, say anything…

“We are about to increase our number of children by 100%.”

Viktor had the urge to smack himself in the face. I am an idiot.

But you simply smiled at him from across the table, wrapping an arm around your son as he rubbed your bump reverently.

“Ooh you know I love it when you talk statistics to me,” you teased, sending him a playful wink.

“I am very excited,” he assured you, a heated look in his eyes.

“They’re going to be terrors,” you laughed- spearing another sticky forkful of cake.

“Just like me!” your son piped in proudly. “Uncle Jayce calls me a terror all the time.”

Snorting loudly, you ruffled his hair. “Oh buddy, your uncle Jayce is probably the biggest terror of them all… let me tell you a few stories-”

“Perhaps you’ll hear them when you are older,” Viktor cut in, eyeing you pointedly.

“C’mon,” the boy whined, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “I already heard the one where uncle Jayce and papa started a… what did you call it mom- a bar fight?”

Your head snapped down to look at your son, wracking your brain for when you’d shared that little gem of a story with him.

“Oh really?” Viktor sent you a withering glare.

“I did not tell him about that,” you insisted.

“No, auntie Cait was over and I was e- eez… What was that word you used papa? Eeez-dropping,” his small head hung low, wild auburn curls falling down over his thick lashes.

Viktor attempted to school his expression- suppressing a chuckle. He is quite nosey, just like his mother.

“Zaychik, it is not polite to eavesdrop,” Viktor chided.

Your daughter started squirming from Viktor’s lap, reaching out towards you. “I want mommy,” her little voice demanded.

“Eh- got your cake now you are finished with me, I see how it is,” Viktor gave a melodramatic sigh, long arms scooping her up. She giggled as he peppered her chubby cheeks with kisses before passing her over to you.

Accepting her into your lap gladly, your nose buried in her hair- smelling the sweet curls. She blinked up at you with a sleepy smiling, mouth opening into a wide yawn.

“Seems like it’s time for bed,” you hoisted her up with a grunt- she wasn’t particularly heavy but holding the kids was a little more clumsy with your bump in the way.

Viktor watched you like a hawk, having left his cane in the bedroom he limped over to take her from you arms. He wasn’t a particularly overprotective partner, sure he could be possessive- but he’d always respected your independence.

But something about you being pregnant triggered an instinct inside of him. All the little things he’d never thought twice about became potential threats. It was worse with your first pregnancy- he’d read all those baby books and almost burst a blood vessel.

Insisting to come along on every trip to the market, carrying each box or bag, making pastry deliveries in your stead because the walk was too far.

Gods he’d even invented a specialized protective vest for you to wear in the lab just in case there was an incident.

You put your foot down after he’d sorted through your fridge one afternoon. Throwing away this or that because it might not be good for the baby.

This was your third pregnancy, and he reigned himself in quite well by now. But there would always be those subtle changes in behavior, that extra firm grip to ensure you wouldn’t fall on the sidewalk- those piercing golden eyes tracking your every move to make certain you didn’t lift anything too heavy.

The news about having twins was going to set him off as well, you’d bet anything he would return from the library tomorrow afternoon with a stack of books on the subject.

You could never truly fault him, not for a second.

Watching Viktor softly coo to your sleepy daughter, seeing that tender warmth in his eyes as he glanced down at your son- it was almost suffocating, how deeply you loved him.

Reaching out to hold your son’s hand, the four of you headed to the kids’ room to put them to bed for the night.

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

One last glance at their sleeping faces and you shut the door gently, following Viktor to your bedroom.

The second your bedroom door closed, Viktor pushed you up against the wood. Knee slotting between your legs as his mouth descended upon yours ferociously.

His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and you opened immediately, desperate for whatever you could get. He wasn’t being rough per-se, but he definitely wasn’t usually this forceful when you were pregnant. It was something you ached for that he was just too nervous to give, and you’d never pressure him into something that made him uncomfortable.

Viktor was always an attentive and devoted lover, if anything it only increased when you were pregnant. He loved to lay soft kisses all along the stretched skin of your stomach, rubbing lotion on it or simply smoothing his hands up and down the bump every chance he got.

But now he had maneuvered you to the bed, slowly sucking a deep bruise onto your jugular- one hand of long fingers wrapped around both your wrists, pinning them above your head.

He forced a lithe thigh between your legs and you felt heat pool low in your gut. You were getting turned on at an alarming rate, spreading your legs wider to grind down on the corded muscle of his leg.

“Finding out you’re having two boys sure does a lot for that pesky little ego of yours, huh?” you mocked, attempting to rile him further.

Viktor glanced up from the lovebite he was leaving on your collar, with a look you could only describe as bitchy.

“I am not a Neanderthal… I am simply excited at the prospect of our growing family,” Viktor was painfully hard as he stared at you on the bed beneath him. His palms moved to your stomach, pulling the shirt up to skim across your bare skin.

“Eh- perhaps there is a bit of ego involved,” he conceded- helping you sit up as he pulled your shirt and bra off in one smooth tug. Latching his lips around your tender nipple, he suckled and nipped- the sting of teeth was a bit sharper than usual and you reveled in it.

“How could I not be filled with pride when I look at you,” he tugged down your shorts, brow raising at your lack of panties. “So good to our children, so good to me,” he murmured- kissing a trail down your swollen tummy.

“Ah- AH,” you cried out- hips squirming as he slid a single long finger up and down your slit. “I know exactly what you mean,” you panted. “Every time I watch you take care of the kids…. Mmmh- I want pin you to the nearest surface and ride you.”

“Hmm, is that not how we ended up in this situation?” Viktor asked smugly.

“Who’s idea was it to have more kids anyway?” you huffed out, wanting to roll over and wipe that look of his perfectly angular face.

“I believe it was technically Jayce.”

“Oh gods you’re right!” snorting loudly, you thought of that day…

The whole family had gone to the carnival, you had insisted it was too nice outside to work and dragged the boys out of the lab- inviting Cait as well.

You and Viktor were holding hands, sitting on a bench passing a cup of pureed fruit back and forth as you watched on with contentment. The kids really did love their aunt and uncle.

Jayce had your tiny daughter up in his arms- resting on a hip as he tried to feed her bits of cinnamon dough. She grabbed for bigger pieces, giggling happily and smearing hot cinnamon sugar all over his sleeves.

Cait and your son were getting their faces painted, and you watched him chatter excitedly at her as the artist tried to paint tiger stripes on his fidgeting frame. She smiled fondly at him- trying to keep up with whatever he was saying.

He may be a carbon copy of Viktor- but that mouth was all yours.

Then Jayce let out a sound of excitement as your daughter babbled his name for the first time.

A beaming grin lit up his face as he said… “I wish there were more of them.”

It was an offhanded comment- and afterwards Jayce went about coaxing her to say his name again, completely forgetting what he’d just said. But the words floated heavily in the air between you and your husband.

You looked towards Viktor to see his gaze already locked on you- the same question in each of your eyes.

Six months later here you were, pregnant and laid out beneath Viktor’s talented fingers

You were pulled back to the present as a second finger joined the first, still sliding up and down through your folds. Viktor swirled around the wetness pooling at your entrance, dipping in and out shallowly before pulling them away. He popped the moist digits into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your juices.

“You’re so sweet-” he growled, pupils blown wide. “All wet… just for me.”

Returning his fingers to your entrance, he slid them inside you at a glacial pace- glancing up at your face for any signs of discomfort.

“S’good, fill me up… please,” you whined.

“As you wish,” his fingered plunged into you- curling upwards inside you in that perfect way, knocking the air from your lungs. Your hips swiveled in slow circles, trying to ride his fingers at a harder pace.

“Ah- ah, none of that,” his other hand pinned your hips to the bed. “You will take what I give you,” he demanded in a firm tone. “If you cannot hold still I will stop.”

You whimpered, torn between refusing his demands or submitting to them. Usually you’d at least make it a little more difficult for him, play the game a little longer- maybe even turn the tides. But you so rarely got to see him like this when you were pregnant, so you lie still- sending him a saccharine smile.

“I’ll hold still,” you promised, lashes fluttering softly. “Anything you want, I know you’ll take care of me- please.

He knew you were laying it on a bit thick intentionally, it was your little way of letting him know this bout of submission was a privilege. It got him off even more, that you were giving him this.

That you chose to cede control, the both of you knowing if you’d really wanted to, you could push him down and ride his fingers- and Viktor would crumble to your will instantly.

Spreading your legs, he gazed down hungrily, thumbs drawing soft circles into the skin of your inner thighs. Viktor shuffled down the bed, leaning in so close that hot puffs of breath fanned across the sensitive folds of you pussy.

Using one hand to pre-emptively pin you to the bed, the other parted your slick outer lips- the rough pad of his thumb drawing gentle circles around your swollen clit.

“Y-yes- ahhh,” fighting to remain still- you let out loud whines of pleasure, head thrown back to push into the pillows.

Viktor's sinfully plush lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking in a hard pulsating rhythm that had your legs flailing wildly in each direction.

“Oh- perfect, that’s perfect please don’t stop-” you begged, voicing going pitchy with desperation. Two fingers slid easily back inside you, pressing upwards in a slow and steady tempo to match pace with the suction on your clit.

Pushing up on your elbows to glance down, the sight was enough to make your walls clench. Viktor’s head between your legs- mouth latched onto your dripping pussy, shamelessly letting out the most obscene slurping sounds.

Your fingers tangled into his messy locks, giving them a light tug. He looked up, deep molasses gaze locking onto yours. Something about the precious way Viktor fluttered his lashes as he worked the tip of his tongue around your clit was positively filthy.

“Vik- M’close… gonna- ah, AH.”

Viktor’s gaze sharpened as you thrust down onto his hand, hyper focused on the expressions of pleasure that stretched across your beautiful face. You tugged harder at his hair as the fingers inside you sped up their pace- causing Viktor humm out a low moan.

The added vibration sent you over the edge, building pressure pulsing in low waves throughout your body- making your muscles quiver and toes curl.

Straining to keep your eyes open, you locked onto Viktor’s intense gaze, his tongue still moving in gentle strokes to slowly bring you through the aftershocks of pleasure. Eventually it become too much, and he pulled back as your legs tried to close instinctively.

Pulling him up for a bruising kiss, you moaned at the taste of your arousal coating his tongue. Viktor let out a weak whine, hips grinding against the bed in search for relief.

“So good for me-” you cooed into his mouth. “You take such good care of me,” he let out another weak sound at your words- reveling in the praise.

“How is it that I always find myself at your mercy,” Viktor rasped in a thick voice.

“I’d be happy to lie back and let you fuck my throat,” your palm reached down to cup his cock- basking in punched out way all the air left his lungs. “But I know you won’t do that.”

And you were right, Viktor couldn’t bring himself to be that rough when you were pregnant- not after reading about how important it was to maintain healthy oxygen levels.

“Lie back,” you demanded, clumsily yanking down his pants before switching positions. Propping a soft pillow under his left leg- you dropped a tender kiss to his kneecap, settling comfortably in the space between his thighs.

Viktor was long and thick, his swollen head leaking in heavy drops against the creamy skin of his stomach. “Ah- I enjoy when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you asked, looking up at him coyly.

“Like you are going to devour me,” his cheeks flushed, hips shifting in anticipation.

“Mmm, better not keep my sweet boy waiting then,” you dipped down- licking a molten trail from the base all the way to the ridge of his head. Viktor squirmed, locking his joints in order to keep still as your lips wrapped around him- the heated suction of your mouth sliding wetly up and down his throbbing cock.

The both of you were on edge tonight, and Viktor’s usually carefully controlled emotion’s were running high- too excited by the news of twins to be tamped down.

You lived for moments like these, the broken way his deep moans turned to sharp mewls. Each swipe of your tongue bringing a sweet symphony of delicious sounds from his slick lips. After all these years, he still got embarrassed sometimes- trying to stifle the needy sounds into a pillow.

Sucking especially deep, you pulled off for a moment to get his attention. “Don’t, I like the way you sound… it’s perfect.” Diving back down, you mouthed lightly at his heavy balls, pressing a finger firmly against the sensitive patch of skin directly beneath.

Viktor nodded frantically, your firm assurance all he needed to let loose a positively pornographic string of moans. “Nghh, please… so good,” he begged- hips following the sweet pressure of your fingertip.

“Hmm, it’s been a while- maybe I should open you up?” Your tight grip stroked up and down his hard shaft, and that lone finger slid lower to brush against his puckered hole.

“O-oh, I- I am close… might not make it t-that long,” he whined in disappointment.

“I could always stop, give you a moment to calm down,” you offered, arching a brow in question as your pumping slowed to a halt.

“No!” he shot up, a frenzied expression on his sharp features- wild tufts of hair sticking up in all directions. “Just give me one- please, don’t need the oil.”

“Fair enough,” you shrugged- an evil glint in your eyes. You brought a single finger to your lips, enjoying his wolfish gaze as you sloppily wet it with spit.

“But tomorrow… I’m going to get you all slick and open you up real slow,” the edge of your index finger probed at his hole. “Then, I’m going to get your favorite toy- you know… the pink one,” pushing harder with the pad of your finger, you rubbed up and down to catch on his rim.

“And I’m going to fuck you,” you whispered in a filthy tone, finally sliding into him.

“Oh, y- yes, mmm- please, please, please. Viktor lived for that sweet slow burn, thrusting up and down on your finger with reckless abandon.

“Mmm, so perfect like this- look so pretty fucking yourself on my finger,” you praised. “You want to cum?”

“Yesss, need it so bad… p-please!”

Hooking your finger with practiced ease, it didn’t take long until you found his prostate with remarkable accuracy. Knocking hysterical wails from his sore throat with each striking punch.

He could finish like this, you knew it- and judging by the delirious way his eyes rolled back, palms scrabbling for handfuls of the sheets- he was close.

Viktor let out the most pathetic whine of frustration as your finger pulled out of him completely, but it choked off into a low groan when a second finger forcefully slid back in alongside the first.

The pounding pressure against his prostate combined with that burning stretch was enough to drag a scream from his lips. White hot pleasure hit Viktor with blinding force, his hot hole fluttering wildly around your digits- hips flexing up and down as continuous spurts of cum painted messy stripes over his bare chest.

Latching your mouth around the head of his twitching cock, you teased him through those last few pulses with slow sucks, until finally he nudged you off with shaky arms.

“Good?” you asked with a tender smile.

“Otherworldly,” Viktor panted, a boyish grin lighting up his face.

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

He rolled out of bed, wobbling to the bathroom on shaky legs- returning with a damp towel to clean the both of you off. Slipping into an old sweater, you appreciated the corded muscles of Viktor’s back as he slid on a pair of cotton shorts.

“Are you really going to fuck me tomorrow,” he asked conversationally, pouring you a glass of water from the pitcher on the vanity.

“Will you let me?” you asked with poorly concealed excitement, gulping down the entire glass gratefully.

“I supposed,” Viktor agreed, taking a moment to think.

“I know I can be… eh- a bit overcautious, and I really do miss-” he cleared his throat shyly. “I miss feeling you fill me up,” he admitted.

“Oh honey- me too,” you soothed, not liking the sheepish way his shoulders curled in on themselves. “I’ll take it easy I promise, you can be in charge- that way you won’t be worried about me overworking myself.”

Cupping both hands around Viktor’s face, your thumbs grazed over each cheekbone tenderly.

“Thank you,” his hand reach up to clasp one of your own, pulling it to his chest to press against his thumping heart. “I know it is not easy sometimes, but thank you for letting me fuss over you.”

“Oh yes, I’m quite the saint- letting my handsome husband attend to my every need,” you sighed dramatically- enjoying the fond eyeroll you got in return.

Viktor noticed your empty glass, refilling it with a critical eye. “Have you been drinking enough water, you know hydration is very-”

You cut him off with a kiss, hands tangling in his sweaty hair as your mouth trailed up from his lips to his forehead- leaving a final kiss between his brows before pulling back.

Climbing into bed, you settled comfortably into the cradle of Viktor’s arms, fingertips skimming across the soft hairs of his forearm.

“Oh!” you let out a surprised squeak.

“What? What is it?!” Viktor asked frantically, worry thickening his accent.

“They’re kicking,” grabbing his hand you placed it on the side of your belly. “Feel that? Oof I think the other one is kicking over here too.”

He smiled down at you in awe- your third pregnancy and it still never ceased to amaze him. That indescribable feeling of tiny arms and legs bumping against his fingertips through the skin of your tummy. It was an unparalleled form of intimacy, something he was eternally grateful to share with you.

“They are quite lively,” his palms followed their movements tender reverence. “We are going to have our hands full.”

“Gods, I can’t believe we’re gonna have more,” you snorted.

Head pillowed on his chest, you were lulled to sleep by the soft sureness of Viktor’s warm hands rubbing gentle circles across your swollen stomach.

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[shijiujun]

Okay I’ve decided to do a single rec after I finish one novel hahaha because if I wait to get around to it all it’ll never happen! Anyway because @sarah-yyy​​ has been reading it and I’ve gotten a lot of asks/replies on this, I’m just going to do one huge list for one of my faves so everyone knows what’s going on and where to find things XD

- Part of Min’s ‘Why You Should Read’ Series -

Summary: 

This is set in a historical setting where men can marry other men, but it’s usually reserved for sons who were not borne by the official main first wife of the patriarch of the family, i.e. a son born by a concubine in a family may be forced to marry a man to keep him from being able to become the next family’s patriarch for example. This is because any family’s next leader needs to be able to have children with a wife who married in as a zheng shi (lawful wife), and not a ce shi (second wife) or any other concubines/mistresses etc. Most of these men who marry other men have to take them as their zheng shi and lawful spouse in a sense, and the same goes for the royal family.

The story starts with third prince Jing Shao, who was forced to marry Mu Han Zhang, a Marquis’ second son, by the Empress and Emperor, thereby officially and effectively cutting him out of the race for the throne. He’s mocked by the public as everyone knows what this means, and for the next 10 years, he neglects Mu Han Zhang, blaming him for his predicament, and deliberately showers his three other concubines with affection in front of him, but 10 years later, when Jing Shao is accused of treason, everyone leaves him except for Mu Han Zhang. They are chased to the edge of the cliff by soldiers, and Mu Han Zhang dies in his arms having taken an arrow meant for him earlier, and Jing Shao jumps off the cliff with his dead body, and promises that if there’s a next life, he will do everything Han Zhang says, and love him.

He wakes up immediately on the night of his marriage with Han Zhang, and realizes that he’s been given a second chance to make everything right. Han Zhang is definitely afraid of him, humiliated and angry when he first wakes up after how rough Jing Shao was with him earlier on their wedding night, and he has no memories of their past life. Jing Shao then sets to SHOWER HAN ZHANG with affection, love and basically everything, because he realized that this is the only person who stayed by his side until the end, and then he falls in love with Han Zhang properly this time, and also deals with every single person who maligned and schemed against him in his previous life, with Han Zhang by his side.

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Characters:

1. 景韶 Jing Shao - 3rd Prince and is the first out of his three other brothers to be given a title 成王 (cheng wang). He’s referred to as 王爷, and also 小勺 (xiao shao) by Han Zhang. Went out on his first war when he was 14, and was thus given a title before any of his brothers. He’s known for being a merciless, cold and fierce army general/commander, but this was before his second life with Han Zhang, where he puts on like his doting mode and is basically a dumbass XD who listens to Han Zhang with a lot of trust, which is cool and all.

He marries Han Zhang when he’s 19, and in his first life he was very reluctant and resistant, and neglected Han Zhang for 10 years, until he was charged with treason and hunted down. 

In his first life he wanted to snatch the throne, even from his blood-related brother Jing Chen, but more out of spite than anything else because he felt he was dealt an unfair hand by having to marry Han Zhang. Not only that, but Jing Shao is not his father’s favourite son, and he always felt that the emperor was biased against him. Anyway, a huge accumulation of daddy and anger issues, which is fair.

When he realizes that Han Zhang died for him, he decides he will be good to Han Zhang if they are reborn in their next life.

2. 慕含章 Mu Han Zhang - The 2nd son of Marquis Bei Hou’s, born to a concubine. He’s called by his 表字 which is 君清 (jun qing) by Jing Shao. Official First Wife Bei Wei Hou-furen and her son (who is in line to inherit the Marquis title from his father) has bullied him all his life, and wanted to push him into greater desperation by marrying him to Jing Shao, knowing he will suffer at the hands of the supposed merciless/heartless wangye. He has a weak body because of an accident when he was younger, and in his first life he was really sick after being neglected for 10 years, and knowing this in their second life, Jing Shao does everything he can to take care of him.

He is incredibly smart, has a brain for business and sales, and is also very good at handling people, especially scheming ones. He aids Jing Shao in the beginning of their second life, and then Jing Chen later as well, as both brothers begin to fight to put Jing Chen on the throne, against the 1st and 4th Princes. Is an incredibly good tactician in war as well.

3. 景琛 Jing Chen - 2nd Prince, Jing Shao’s blood related older brother who is handsome af too. His title, given later in the novel, is 睿王 (rui wang). He was misunderstood by Jing Shao in the first life as Jing Shao thought it was his brother who led to him marrying Han Zhang, and because he’s not very good at expressing himself and shows his concern to Jing Shao by nagging at him, Jing Shao always thought he hated him. In their second life, Jing Shao already knows that Jing Chen loves him and did a lot for him in his first life, and so trusts his brother and supports him right off the bat, because Jing Chen is indeed the most suited person for the throne.

He has a wife and a concubine, 3 sons and 2 daughters at this point. He ends up helping Jing Shao a lot, and when he realizes that Han Zhang is way more adept at politics and the whole scheming thing than Jing Shao is, he begins trusting Han Zhang a lot more as well! There’s a surprise with Jing Chen hahaha which I loveee and could see, but wasn’t sure until they confirmed it in the last few chapters AHAHAHAHA.

Other Notable Characters:

1. Song Ling Xin (Second Wife) on the left, and two other concubines on the right

They’re pretty much vying for Jing Shao’s attention, but at this point apparently he hasn’t slept with any of them before. Song Ling Xin is the daughter of the Military Department’s Head Song An, and Jing Shao married her initially out of interest. The right most concubine (I forgot her name oops) was a gift given to him by his oldest brother, the 1st Prince. The two of them played a huge role in Jing Shao’s downfall back in his first life, and so in his second life, he especially detests Song Ling Xin. Plus the three of them keep bullying Han Zhang in the beginning, but thankfully Jing Shao is like: “Anything my Jun Qing wants”. They don’t stay around for long either, watch as Jing Shao gets rid of them like he’s swatting flies.

2. Xiao Yuan & Zhou Da-Ge

This is another male couple who’s been married for 7-8 years if I recall. Xiao Yuan is one of Jing Shao’s important allies and friends in the second life, because in Jing Shao’s first life, this was one of the only young officials in court who spoke up for him when the accusations of treason came about. Zhou Da-Ge is his husband, who is a cook running a restaurant in the city. Whenever Zhou Da-Ge bullies Xiao Yuan in bed a little too much, Xiao Yuan punishes him by making him wear colourful clothes out (pink, bright yellow, purple, etc.) and thus he has a reputation for being eccentric and a weirdo, but oh well, all for love.

3. Gu Huai Qing

One of Jing Shao and Jing Chen’s most powerful allies, and he becomes blood-sworn brothers with Jing Shao without realizing who he is. Later he takes a liking to Jing Chen.

(Will update with photos when they come out, but they’re a bit further into the story so we won’t have them for a few months yet ahahaha)

Amazing Scenes:

Jing Shao & Han Zhang first looks in the manhua

Jing Shao being THAT clingy husband and helping Han Zhang to wear his clothes properly so cute!!!!!

Han Zhang and Jing Shao in their first lives (10 years later), about to die, sad and then Jing Shao jumps down the cliff with Han Zhang’s corpse, regretful cuz he a dumb bij

Jing Shao unable to resist kissing Han Zhang’s cheek, realizes what he’s doing, and gets embarrassed LMAOOOO 没出息!!!!!!! (This is different from the novel, because in the novel Jing Shao just kisses and is done with that, the embarrassment part is drawn in only in the manhua hahaha)

Other Things I Like in the Novel:

Jing Shao is like, he does a 180 entirely and he is very cognisant of all his faults and what he did wrong previously, and how badly he treated Han Zhang, so he legit forces his brain to go “I will listen to Jun Qing from now on” and he really sticks to it!

Loves kissing and teasing Han Zhang, but doesn’t force him into bed after their wedding night, and instead goes to Xiao Yuan and asks for tips on how to make his partner feel less scared about sex

The both of them end up with a pet tiger?!! That’s called Xiao Huang (little yellow) LMAO

They nap together a lot which I love <3333

Jing Shao knows he’s bullied at home, so when they go back to the Marquis Bei Hou manor, he holds Han Zhang’s hand in front of everyone to let them know Han Zhang has someone to back him up

Brings Han Zhang to war because he “cannot concentrate if Jun Qing isn’t with me at all times” - and asks for special permission to do so

Han Zhang notes that since he married Jing Shao, as the ‘wife’ he is supposed to serve Jing Shao, but it’s always Jing Shao serving him - Getting water for him, bringing him to baths, putting clothes on for him, putting food in his plate if it tastes nice, massaging his back and waist etc. - and best is he doesn’t have to deal with any in-laws?!! HAHAHA

Jing Shao gets revenge on those who hurt Han Zhang when he was younger for him, and the outcome is pretty hilarious but well-deserved

EPILOGUES are cute af!!!!

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Hi! How about obey me boys + undateables(you can do just the main boys if that is too much) reacting to their 2-5 year daughters felling down from bed and crying while they were sleeping and mg is also not around

Thank u!! 😍😘😊

okay!! thank you for sending in a request <3

i'm a little confused though; who is sleeping, the kid or the dads..? have a feeling it's the kid but-

also i'm only doing the main boys because i'm a lil busy today <3 but if yall want me to i can add the rest later i had fun writing this kfkhg

((the she/her pronouns in this refer to the kid as requested))

Lucifer:

Ok great start in his case who was asleep doesn't even matter.

His dad instincts never sleep; you bet the kid isn't going to get injured by falling if he is close by. Slightly overprotective ngl but we are talking about very young kiddo here so

Catches the kid with style - a hand behind her back, little one wouldn't notice anything of it.

Picks her up in his arms to calm her down and get a little bit of extra loving.

Starts rocking her a little so maybe she can fall back asleep quickly. He's got this don't worry about them while you're away!

"It is okay [Kid's Name], I'm here. Do you want to go back to sleep? Let me get Bubbles for you."

Bubbles is the teddy

Mammon:

He might have fallen asleep with his kid sleeping on his chest oop-

Listen he was tired but also he really wants to spend time with her!!

Unfortunately his dad reflexes aren't as good as the elders', but Mammon still manages to get the kid before she hit her head.

Yes she be hanging by her leg but that doesn't matter in the end right

Gently pulls her back up and puts her back on the bed, this time besides him.

Gotcha princess. Ya were lucky I woke up, ya know that?

He has no intentions of falling back asleep but he isn't quite awake yet either.

Leviathan:

He, too, thought it would be fine to slip into a quick nap while baby is asleep. He did the quick daily bonuses in his game already and he felt just a bit too tired to get into a raid rn, you know

Wakes up to the thump of his daughter hitting the floor, so by the time she starts crying he is already awake.

Nononono- how could I let this happen- It's okay, it's okay, let me see-

So relieved when he doesn't notice any harm on the baby. Both of them got very scared over nothing. In the future he makes sure to get coffee any time you are away from home

Satan:

He is somewhere between being awake and asleep when he notices his kid slipping from bed

A book falls from his lap as he bolts to the other side of the bed to catch her

Manages to stop her the very last second, but he did it.

Don't scare me like that, [Kid's Name]. If you want another bedtime story just say so next time, ok?

Tickles her a little before he sets her down for another story. Yes the book that fell of before was a kid's book. That one story is the favorite of the kid and he has to read it every time. Often several times in a row. No wonder he gets a bit sleepy, he knows it word by word now.

Asmodeus:

He wasn't asleep but he wasn't quite paying attention, as he was busy leaving you voice mails about what happened during the day since you were gone

Very detailed stories about what the kid ate, when, how great potty training is going, etc. No she didn't wake up to his voice.

He almost drops his phone when he hears her crying-

Oh mY loRD [Kids' name], what happened?? Are you okay?? Show me where it hurts-

Gets so scared he calls you up immediately to get home and never leave him alone again. He can't do this after all, it was going so well but look at them now

Beelzebub:

He went on a quick trip to the kitchen when he hears crying. Must rush back, dropping everything.

Doesn't think anything serious happened but crying is still scary, you know

Blames himself so hard when he thinks about how easy this could have been avoided.

Shhhh beautiful, it's okay, it's okay- let's get a band-aid, come on.

Picks her up in his arms and doesn't put her down until you get home. That is the only way she can be now if you aren't around-

Rocks her gently so she falls asleep, but this time in a safe place

Yes he put a band-aid on her little forehead just in case. Placebo is great with kids this age

Belphegor:

If anyone, then he was sure fast asleep when the accident happened. He wakes up to his kid's loud cries, immediately making him turn into his demon form. Nobody messes with his kiddo-

Stares at his kid and around the room, not really understanding what is going on as he sees nobody else here-

Calms down so much when he realizes she just fell off the bed. Turns back into his human form instantly.

Come here baby, it's fine. Let me kiss it better. Better, right?

Oh so gently puts her back to bed after the forehead kiss, this time making sure he is between her and the edge of the bed. Can't believe he got so scared over nothing.

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Don’t You Hear Me Howling? || (M) || 08

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head.

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words:  3.8K

→ Contains: mentions of alcohol; wolf shifting; some Alpha-Alpha tension; Y/N making out with a special guest 👀; smut; Jealousy

→ A/n: Thus was supposed to be posted yesterday, but we sort of got lost in the calendar, so here it is now (oops?) we hope it isn't too lame and you guys like it! Also, as mentioned in the warning, there is a special appearance heheh.

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08

As much fun and easygoing as things were for you, you felt glad for the holidays break. You got out of the cab and breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of the reservation forest that boarded the neighborhood.

Every year your pack has their own ritual to celebrate your ancestors during the holiday, and you were actually looking forward to participating this year, after missing it since you started college, for many personal reasons - and one of them included a very difficult talk with your parents. Also, so much has happened this semester that being in the small city allowed you to breathe some fresh air and organize your thoughts.

Your parent’s received you immediately as you went through the front door, with big hugs and wide smiles.

“It’s so good to have you home” your mom patted your head, her small frame making her reach high to do so.

“Let me take your stuff to your room” Your dad grabbed your luggage and turned around to take them upstairs

“Oh, it’s fine, I can take them” You tried to stop him, but he pretended he didn’t listen. But you knew he loved feeling like the man of the house. You redirected yourself to your mom “I think I could use a shower and a nap, the trip was too long.”

“Of course, honey, I’ll call you for lunch.”

You crossed paths with your dad in the doorway, who offered a small smile. He wasn’t very fond of small talk, so that was usual of him. You closed the door behind you and sat on the edge of the twin bed centered on the room. You looked around and took in the scent of your old home, which immediately brought back so many memories.

Before you left for college, you and Changgu were on bad terms, so there weren't pictures of you together anymore, but you could still see the tape marks on where they used to be glued on your old vanity mirror. You also remembered perfectly which drawer you have tucked them away, the one that you were currently staring at, contemplating taking a look at them. In the end, you just shook the idea off of you and followed what you’ve told your mom.

The day was rather quiet and peaceful, the big event being held in the night, and the talk you were dreading could wait after the celebrations. Your parents had visited you in college a couple of times, and you have visited them too, but it was rare, never for the holidays, so they prepared a special family lunch and you couldn’t deny that you had a good time being around them.

All the pack had gathered in a big clearing at night to celebrate, and the bonfire already burned high. You could feel all the attention shifting to you as you arrived, your dominant scent overpowering everyone else's, and you held yourself high.

The day you left the city you promised yourself to never get close to this pack again. They’ve ignored you and diminished you as an Alpha, and you knew this place wasn’t for you. They were all surprised to see you back, they could barely hide it, but every time you made eye contact with someone, they quickly turned away avoiding you.

You didn’t hide, not ashamed of you or your choices, but it was rather uncomfortable, the tension almost palpable in the air. You quickly grabbed your phone and texted Wooseok.

“ Please tell me you headed back town for the holidays”

To which he quickly replied

“I actually came to a friend’s house, I’m not there, sorry :(“

You sighed. The cold weather wasn’t so bad, the cool breeze was blowing softly and the fire kept the place warm if you got close enough. Your parents stopped along the way to say hi to their friends, but you followed closer to the bonfire, where your eyes quickly met the current Alpha.

For a moment you had forgotten he was Changgu’s father, but seeing him immediately brought the information back to you. They looked alike so much, the same eyes full of expression and sharp jawline. He was staring at you, not so happily, and nodded when you looked at him. Your expression could be sour, you weren’t sure how much you were holding back, but you respectfully nodded back.

He sustained the stare a couple more seconds, so did you, but soon he was calling everyone’s attention. Everyone gathered close and his wife stood by his side. That’s when you saw Changgu, getting close to his father with a stoic expression on his face.

You shoved your hands in the pocket of your jacket and offered a half-smile when he noticed you. At first, he seemed confused but returned the gesture

“Brothers and sisters” The senior Alpha called “tonight we celebrate the ones who have left us. Our ancestors passed us their wisdom,” He spoke firmly and slowly, looking around at everyone. “Their strength lives in us, and so we honor them with our nature.”

There was a long speech about union and tradition that to you it sounded too much like hypocrisy since the traditions would include you, supposedly the next Alpha of the pack, to be standing there as a successor. You did not bother, because you expected nothing else.

The leader of the pack was the first to turn. His skin shredded, giving space for the long dark brown and silver fur to grow as a howl echoed loudly, bringing out everyone’s instinct, but especially your Alpha ones, and soon you had shifted.

This was one of the reasons you wanted to come. Being in university has you taking suppressants daily, so letting yourself run free was like getting rid of tight clothes that restricted your movements. You howled loudly to follow the collective chant, an ode to the departed ones, a hymn for the pack, the freedom of instinct.

The pack’s Alpha ran in the front, leading everyone with his big frame. Changgu followed him, and it’s been so many years since you’ve seen his wolf form that you felt surprised. He was bulky and big, his posture very imponent, and you stopped to admire it for a second.

The run was freeing. The wind hiding your wolf nozzle, pushing your fur back, your paws hitting the dirt. You needed that, and just letting yourself act on your instincts was the best thing you could grant yourself at that moment.

Reaching the highest point of the forest, the collective howling restarted. You stopped right next to Changgu, whose wolf eyes watched you intently, and in wordless communication, you howled together, allowing the instinct to speak for yourselves.

…

After the traditional pack run, a feast was hosted by the Alpha, usually in his house, which was big enough to fit everyone comfortably in the large backyard.

Everyone happily celebrated what was the closest to a wolf Christmas, with an abundance of food for everyone. You sat with your parents at the assigned table, attending the event quietly, holding yourself back just enough to not drag any more attention than you were already getting. Mr. Yeo, the Alpha, customarily greeted every individual, and when he approached you and your family, you stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for having us" your father shook his hands

"It's my pleasure," Mr. Yeo politely answered, "I didn't expect your daughter to come."

He talked about you like you weren't there, and you were pretty sure that was purposefully meant to challenge your position.

"I came to pay respects to the tradition, sir" you opened a forced smile. A damn good one. "Can't let that behind me."

His eyes snapped in your direction with intensity, letting the impassive expression on his face falter for a second.

"Of course" he smoldered, masking it with a smile probably just as fake as yours.

To him, you represented a threat to his family's legacy, so it wasn't a big secret that he isn't very fond of you.

"I hope you enjoy the party," he said to you and your parents altogether, but redirected the last sentence at you "if there's anything you need, just tell me and I can provide."

"Of course, thank you so much" your mom answered gladly. She followed her leader with passion and always tried to be in good graces with him, so she's always been strict in the sense of community tradition and formalities.

"No need to thank me, ma'am" he smirked "that's just an Alpha job"

The provocation was like a punch in the gut. Ever since you were revealed an Alpha, Mr. Yeo tried to do everything in his power to deprive you of your given rights inside the pack. He raised Changgu to take his place and hated your guts for ruining his plans. He was a man of power and didn't appreciate when someone threatened that position.

"Y/N…" your mom called you with a warning tone to her voice.

You didn't notice how you were instinctively growling, low enough for only people close to the table to hear, but your Alpha emotion was strong enough to cause some heads to turn in your direction.

Mr. Yeo, of course, smiled in victory from a distance, happy to make you look bad in front of the community.

"You really don't care that he does everything to undermine me, do you?" You said to both of your parents.

"Honey, he's the Alpha." Your mom said calmly "everything he does is to protect you. Is the best for everyone."

"You do know I'm an Alpha too, right?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

They both stayed quiet. You looked at your dad, hoping he would say something in your favor, but he just complies with your mom's orderly silence.

"Yeah, thanks," you said, standing up and leaving.

Growing up you used to love being with your pack these kinds of celebrations were your favorite time of the year.  But now everything changed and suddenly you felt so misplaced that you felt like you didn't know anyone anymore. You knew all your neighbors, and their kids who went to school with you, but now they were almost complete strangers to you.

You grabbed a bottle of beer and looked around for the only familiar face you could find there. Changgu was not running Alpha errands with his dad, so when you found him he was surrounded by a group of girls, apparently younger than you, swooning at every charming smile of his, and you could just see how much he adored all the attention. You chuckled at his fuckboy attitude and the poor deluded girls who had a crush on him, hoping to get the son of the Alpha in love with them.

"Y/n?" You heard your name being called, taking you always from your thoughts.

The boy who called you was tall and slim, a long-ish hair half up in a ponytail and he looked happy to see you.

"Hey…?" You said with uncertainty, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar, but you just couldn't remember his name

"Hyunjin" he chuckled "I don't know if you remember me, but we went to school together."

"Right, Hyunjin, of course, I remember!" It finally clicked to you. Hyunjin was an omega, a few years younger than you but you two used to share some clubs in high school, but he didn't look so… hot. "You look so different, sorry it took me a while to recognize you."

"Yeah," he laughed shyly, scratching the back of his head. "I haven't seen you since you left for college. You look great"

His flirtatious half-smirk was very obvious and you actually thought he looked quite cute.

"You look great yourself" you bit your bottom lip, looking him up and down "But yeah, I kind of focused on graduating rather than coming here."

"I'm glad you're here now." He fully smirked this time "wanna go somewhere quieter? I'd love to catch up with you"

You felt hesitant at first, and you looked back to find Changgu again, and this time one of the girls was grabbing his arm, running his hand all over it. You wanted company for the party, and since Changgu was busy flirting, why shouldn't you do the same?

"Of course, let's do it." You took one last sip of your beer and linked arms with him.

He guided you around the house to the front porch, where you rested your elbows and watched the quiet street. Hyunjin had his back against it, looking at you.

You two actually did some catching up, and even exchanged numbers. You found out Hyunjin also went away for college, but he always came back for the holidays and breaks, and stuff like that, but nothing you were really paying attention to.

"You know, I have to confess something." He said, straightening his posture "I sort of had a crush on you, back in the days"

"Really?" You laughed softly, amused at the sudden confession. "Why didn't you say something, then?"

"Ah," he clicked his tongue. "Everyone knew you only had eyes for Changgu."

You rolled your eyes involuntarily.

"C'mon, everyone knew that, and Changgu didn't let anyone get close to you"

You were actually surprised to hear that since this wasn't something he ever told you but explained why you weren't popular with boys in high school.

"Well," you stood up and stopped directly in front of him "I don't see Changgu anywhere now, do you?"

Hyunjin grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands held the collar of his jacket.

"I guess I should shoot my shot, then" he licked his lips, alternating looks between your eyes and lips.

"What are you waiting for, big boy?" You challenged him.

He reached forward, kissing you rather urgently. His plumpy lips felt soft against yours, and he was a really good kisser. He pulled you against him, and you intertwined your fingers on the loose hair behind his neck. He gasped when you tugged on it, and you grinned into the kiss for getting a good reaction out of him. His hands sneaked down your waist, boldly squeezing your ass as the kiss got more intense, and he earned a shy hum of satisfaction out of you.

The noise of someone clearing their throat interrupted you two, making both of your heads snap in its direction, but neither of you really letting go of each other.

"Y/N" Changgu called you rather sternly, with a matching frown on his face. "I need you to help me deal with some stuff"

You sighed.

"Looks like some things didn't change, did they?" Hyunjin whispered just for you to hear,

"I'm not done with you yet." You whispered back, nibbling his earlobe.

"Now." Changgu interrupted again.

You pecked Hyunjin's lips before detangling from him, only then noticing that his hands were still in your ass.

"Text me, ok?" You said to him loudly as you followed Changgu inside the house.

He walked large steps and didn't bother looking behind to see if you were following.

"You couldn't have picked a worse moment to need me to deal with some bullshit, could you?" You whined, but he still paid no attention to you "all night, I was there doing absolutely nothing, and when I finally started to have some fun you decided I was important enough to attend whatever this is."

You babbled but still, he didn't respond, and you just kept following him around corridors in the big house, finally entering a dark room

"What is so important anyway that you had to call me so urgently-"

Changgu interrupted you when he pushed you against the door, making it slam loudly, his lips crashing against yours with a certain vigor.

At first, your eyes widened in surprise, and you pushed him back to look at him, but his hold on you didn't loosen up.

"What the fuck, Changgu?"

"Just," he stopped to think, breath already heavy in anticipation "shut up"

He resumed kissing you, and this time you rolled with it because, you couldn't deny, kissing him was something you ever saw yourself getting tired of. He pressed his whole body against yours, grinding on you making you gasp every time his thigh in between your legs rubbed against your clothed core.

"Fuck, Changgu" you said when he attacked your neck.

You pull the hair on his nape, making him look at you

"Is that what this is about?" You asked, forcing yourself to think straight "you can't bear the thought of me fucking someone else?"

Rather than answering, Changgu just growled, making you laugh ironically

"So you can flirt with all those pretty girls out there," you raised your eyebrows, "but I can not hook up with people? As if, Changgu"

You weren't as mad as much as you were enjoying taunting him for being so desperate to have you his.

"Just shut up, for fucks sake" he rolled his eyes and picked you, only to throw you on the bed behind him.

You finally recognized Changgu's old bedroom, with the light that came from the window above it. It was different, with no more posters taped to the wall or the action figures he liked to collect. It was a simple room with minimal decoration now.

"Gonna break another bed, wolfie?" You teased "I don't think daddy would be very happy to know you're fooling around with the Alpha"

He growled loudly, hooking his hands around your legs and pulling you closer to him, your bottom hitting his knees, which were pressed against the mattress. He leaned down and viciously kissed you, nibbling and ducking your bottom lip.

"You know, you're way hotter when your mouth is shut" he panted in between kisses.

Having turned into wolves mere hours ago had all your instincts right under the skin. The dominance, the connection between you and your Beta, the lust. Everything was on edge and you guessed that's why Changgu was so desperate.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down with your underwear in one swift motion while you took off your shirt, revealing your bare breasts underneath it. Changgu licked his lips and chuckled cockly when he ran a finger down your slit, showing you how wet you already were.

He took his shirt off, but didn't bother with his pants, and leaned back down to lick a long stripe of your juices, brushing softly on your clit on the way.

You moaned weakly.

"I'll show you why you're better here than with the what's-his-name out there." He said in a low husky voice.

He kept his hand around your legs and captured your sensitive nub in between his lips, making you buck your hips and grab his hair in response.

His back muscles were on display for you and it was hot to watch it contract and relax as he moved in between your legs.

"You're so eager for me, aren't you?" You teased him again and he hummed, sending vibrations down your core. "Do your worst, let me see if you're worth my time"

He leaned back up and you hated the loss of contact, but he quickly spun you around and pulled your hips up exposing your ass to him, and a harsh slap sting on your skin, accompanied by his deep growling that he didn't seem to have control over, and you yelped at the burning pain.

You heard him fumbling with his belt and soon he was entering you with no warning, making you bury your head in the pillow to muffle a loud moan. He didn't give you any time to adjust as he pounded into you fast, showing his desperation. He angled his hips just right to hit the perfect spot inside you to make you scream.

For a second you were afraid someone would hear you, but the backyard was not that close to the bedroom, and you tried to suppress your noises the best you could. Changgu seemed to be out of control with the way he hissed and moaned, your name falling out of his lips here and there.

A sloppy rushed fuck was not on your plans tonight but, fuck, it felt good. Changgu was getting sloppier by the minute and you just knew he wouldn't last long. You reached in between your legs and circled around your glistening clit, realizing you were in no better state than he was.

The closer you felt to your high, the more you squeezed your walls around Changgu's member, and the louder he moaned.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" You managed to say "such a loud wolf."

He didn't respond, too focused on fucking you, but he didn't get quieter.

You fastened your movements and had again your head buried in the pillow, moaning freely as you reached your orgasm, your whole body vibrating in pleasure. Changgu started thrusting faster, gripping your hips harder and pulling you against him to meet his thrust, and soon enough you felt his seed dripping down your thighs, strangled noises caught in his throat as he rode his high.

You relaxed your body when he pulled out of you, laying down with your stomach against the mattress, crossing your arms under your head for support. Changgu threw himself by your side, facing the ceiling and panting, looking fucked out already.

"Jealous wolf, aren't we?" You tapped his chest, provoking him

"Shut up" he chuckled

"How many girls did you fuck in this bedroom anyway? You were quite popular with the ladies back in high school. I bet they all died to be in Yeo Changgu's bedroom" you mocked a dreamy-girly voice.

"Do you really want to talk about who I fucked in high school?" He chuckled.

"Well, someone had to get laid, right? Since I couldn't because someone told boys to stay away from me." You smirked at his embarrassed expression

"Hyunjin is such a snitch, he was never good enough for you" he rolled his eyes and looked away.

"And who is? You?" You scoffed

"I didn't hear you complaining when you were screaming against the pillow just now"

You slapped his chest and he laughed loudly

"Jerk" you mumbled.

"Guess you can go back to your pretty boy out there", he said in a teasing voice, "if you're still interested, that is".

"So cocky, aren't you?", he laughed at your mocking expression.

"Maybe. But we still have festivities to attend".

"Unfortunately".

You got dressed in comfortable silence and after a few minutes, you were good to go. Changgu stood by the door and smiled at you before opening it and waving for you to walk by him. As you walked out, a satisfied smile took over your face and you only hoped people wouldn't notice the smell of sex on you too much. You and Changgu parted ways and for a second you let the whole tension of your body relax during the holiday. Just for a while.

[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 34

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky head back to New York.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: Brief explicit sex, angst, mild anxiety attacks, fluff, dirty jokes

AO3

The shower was not, in fact, faster with the two of you in it.

It started off fine enough, with Bucky helping wash off the drying cum between your legs. Somehow, it escalated with you pressed chest first against the wall, moaning without shame against the tile. Bucky rubbed the tip of his cock between your folds, teasing you, making you beg for it until he pushed forward and slid all the way inside.

Bucky didn’t seem to have any kind of refractory period, and you didn’t either, so he fucked you right there against the wall. Your fingers were flat against the tile, his fingers intertwining with yours as he ground against you, the spray of water making everything wet and slippery and so much more obscene.

It didn’t last much longer than that. As soon as Bucky had one hand delved between your legs, padded finger carefully rubbing against your clit as the other gently cradled your throat, it was over. You came with a cry, knees buckling as your legs went weak. You would have fallen if Bucky hadn’t held you up, giving a strained groan as he spilled into you again.

This time, when he cleaned you, there was no danger of a fourth round. You could barely hold yourself up, leaning against Bucky for support as you floated on a blissful wave of tingly euphoria.

Bucky wasn’t nearly as content. He had that tight frown he wore when he was unhappy, usually at himself, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“I’m okay,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “Just… tired.”

“Because I drained you dry.”

“I’m anything but dry,” you said, giving the biggest shit-eating grin you could muster.

He sighed, gently scrubbing down the front of your thighs. You shivered appreciatively at the lovely attention.

“I got careless,” he muttered. “Should have stopped after the first time.”

“I’ll just nap on the way back.” You yawned involuntarily. Shit, maybe he had drained you a little too much. Oops. “You were gonna drive anyway, right? Just give me some carbs and I’ll be good as new.”

Bucky grunted but didn’t argue further, ending the argument with a kiss on top of your head. You could get used to resolving arguments this way.

After finishing cleaning up and toweling dry (or rather, Bucky toweled you dry while you hummed drunkenly against his chest), you headed downstairs for a quick breakfast. As suspected, you felt much better after scarfing down a bagel, a bowl of oatmeal, and a plate of pancakes and fruit. If being hungry and tired after sex was the biggest price you had to pay to have Bucky, you were more than willing.

Of course, it wasn’t the biggest price you had to pay, but you didn’t want to think about that whole situation. Being reminded of the fact that if you didn’t have sex with Bucky you’d die a terrible, painful death could really put a damper on your mood. It was a problem for another day, not for right now, when you had to focus on your last meal with the family and pretend you hadn’t just had your brains screwed out by a hot-ass demon.

Before you knew it, you were packed up and out the door, Monster’s carrier cradled in your arms as Bucky got the bags. Your aunt and uncle hugged you both, followed by you mom, squeezing you tightly before letting you go.

“Be safe on the drive. Text me when you get back. I’ll try calling you more, I miss talking to you, sweetie.”

“Me too, Mom,” you said, the guilt hurdling through your body like a ricocheting bullet. She had no idea the kind of danger and trauma you’d been through, and no matter what, you could never tell her. The least you could do was try to be better and contact her more often.

With a warm smile, your mom wrapped her arms around Bucky’s shoulders and gave him a tight squeeze.

“You take care now, Jacob. We loved having you over, so don’t be a stranger.”

“Thank you for having me, ma’am,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile once they pulled apart. “It was a pleasure.”

You mom shot you a knowing smile after Bucky turned around, and you had to fight to not bury your face in your hands. At least she hadn’t said something like ‘oh no, the pleasure’s all my daughter’s.’

Ugh. Family.

You loved coming back home again, but you were also ready to get back to the city. Back to your own place where you could have a bit more privacy. It also meant you had to think about what came next.

The dilemma seemed to weigh heavily on Bucky’s mind as well; after he pulled the car away from the icy curb, he was quiet, but the tension in his jaw spoke volumes. After you were out of the Boston suburbs and on the highway, slower than the speed limit to account for the icy roads, Bucky said, “You can take a nap if you want.”

“I’m okay for now. If you don’t mind the company, that is.”

“I always love having you around.”

And just like that, your face was on fire.

“Bucky.”

“And you’re so cute when you’re flustered, too.”

When you glanced over, sure enough, he was grinning with those perfect white teeth full on display. You wished you had a hoodie to hide in but you’d opted to wear a sweater instead, so you buried your face in your hands.

“You can’t just say things like that.”

“What? That I like spending time with you?” He huffed. “Anyone’s who’s too embarrassed to tell you that stuff doesn’t deserve you.”

Now you were burying your face in your hands and slinking down in the seat.

“Aww c’mon. Is it that bad? Being complimented?”

“I’m just… not used to it, that’s all.”

There was a sudden warm weight on top of your head, fingers moved through your hair, and you instantly melted. Being petted by a demon probably shouldn’t have been so relaxing, but you leaned into his touch and lowered your hands into your lap.

“You really like that?” he asked with a tinge of amusement.

You made a mmhmm sound and closed your eyes, warm and safe. You didn’t want this trip to end, not knowing what came next, but maybe things would be all right.

Maybe because you felt so cozy and content you lost a bit of your filter. Or maybe Bucky’s fingers on your scalp coupled with the lack of sleep made you more open. For whatever reason, you broached the subject you’d both been avoiding since last night.

“It wasn’t that bad, you know,” you mumbled. “Being in that place with you.”

His hand stopped moving. No, you didn’t like that, keep petting me, damn it. But he didn’t, and when he pulled away entirely you nearly whined. It pulled you out of your stupor at least, and Bucky’s tense expression as he stared out the windshield made you regret saying anything at all.

But you had, and it was too late to take it back, so you pressed on.

“Really, it… it felt like a lifetime when I was there, but now it’s just like… a dream. Or fuzzy, like childhood memories. I don’t know how to explain it.”

The only sound between you were tires on the icy road, the hum of the heater, and the windshield wipers thumping back and forth at a regular rhythm.

“You had it worse,” you blurted. Oh, why had you brought it up? You should have at least waited until you got back to the city, not when you were trapped in a car together. “You had to actually live all that stuff.”

“You lived it too.” He was almost too quiet to hear. “You did.”

That was all he said, at least for so long you thought the conversation was officially over. You stared out the passenger window, watching the flakes pound against the glass, when Bucky asked:

“What was it like? Being inside someone’s head?”

Even though his tone was carefully blank, it was a curious question, and you were happy to answer it if it got him talking.

“Kind of… weird? But I got used to it pretty fast. Sometimes I could zone out and not really pay attention to what you were doing. So I could… you know, give you privacy.” Your face grew warmer and you didn’t dare look at him. “And other times, I could be very present and felt what you were feeling. It really wasn’t that bad. Especially when… uh…when I kept you warm, and stuff.”

Yep, your face was on fire again, but it made it all worth it when he gave an amused snort.

“I never did thank you for that. I’m pretty sure I would have froze to death otherwise. And I didn’t even know who you were, or what you were, and I wanted to…”

Wanted to what?

He never said, because the conversation truly died there, and you didn’t have the heart to revive it. Not with the mournful look on his face as he drove.

You propped your arm up on the window and made a pillow out of it, hoping if you took a nap you might be more clear-headed, and if not that, at least you could leave Bucky alone with his thoughts. Worried you’d pushed him too far and too fast, you didn’t think you’d fall asleep, but the thrum of the car engine lulled you into a doze. When next you opened your eyes, the car was stopped, pulled up to a pump at a gas station. The car was still on, the heater keeping the car comfortably warm, but Bucky was nowhere in sight.

Panic shot through you like a thunderbolt, and you shoved open the door, holding on to it as you frantically searched the parking lot. There were people around so you didn’t start yelling for Bucky like a crazy person, but your heart was beating against your ribcage like a trapped animal.

Where could Bucky have gone? Did someone capture him? You didn’t believe he would have left on his own, no way, not after… not after everything that had happened the past few days.

He wouldn’t leave, he wouldn’t leave, he wouldn’t—

“Sweetheart?”

You spun around so hard you nearly lost your footing, but you grabbed the roof of the car and regained your balance. Bucky still gripped you by the shoulder, concern creasing his brows.

“Are you all right? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. I just saw you were gone and got worried, that’s all.” And now you also felt like the world’s biggest idiot, or at least the world’s clingiest person.

Bucky released his breath and dropped his hand.

“Jesus, you scared me.”

“I scared you?” You were pretty sure your heart was still beating a mile a minute, and you were definitely still out of breath. “What do you mean I scared you?”

“I was inside paying for gas, and next thing I feel is your terror—I thought someone had attacked you.”

“That’s what I thought had happened to you!”

Bucky sighed and pushed the hair back from his face with a gloved hand, and then gave you an exasperated but fond look.

“You think we’re being a little co-dependent?” you asked, sheepish.

“Sweetheart.” His unfairly sexy mouth quirked as he rolled his eyes. “We’re literally bound by demon magic.”

“Oh. Yeah, good point.”

He kissed you on the top of your head and instantly the tension leeched from your body. Bucky really could play your body like an instrument, couldn’t he.

“Well, now that you’re back,” you said with a wince, “I gotta go pee. And maybe pick up some snacks, I’m still really hungry.”

“That’ll be from the, uh… multiple feedings.” His smile vanished, replaced by concern. “Do you want me to—I should come with you?”

“I think only one of us should be subjected to the horrors of gas station restrooms. Plus, someone needs to stay and watch the child.”

Bucky blinked in confusion and then grimaced. You shook your finger at him.

“Monster is baby, and you keep an eye on him. I’ll be right back,” you added when he switched back into worry-mode. “If I’m in danger, sounds like you’ll know it, yes?”

Bucky grumbled an affirmative, and you turned away. Paused. Turned back around and walked up to him. His eyes widened as you planted a kiss on his cheek, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intensely pleased with yourself for his reaction.

After you braved the disgusting bathroom and picked up a couple snacks demanded by your rumbling stomach, you paused in front of a humming machine. You stared at the swirling glass in front of you, lost in the memory of a red-washed dune.

You snapped out of it, set down your snacks, and grabbed two huge plastic cups to fill.

By the time you returned outside, the car was fueled and Bucky was leaning against the side with his arms crossed over his chest. To an outsider he would appear calm, but tightness of his shoulders and the fraught lines of his face told you a different story.

Bucky took the overfilling snacks from your arms to your gratitude. He raised an eyebrow at the sheer volume of them, and you shrugged.

“I was hungry. You’re welcome to my snacks, too. Oh, and… I got this for you.”

You held out one of the Big Gulps. The plastic was a solid blue and red, so Bucky couldn’t see what was inside until he looked down the transparent domed lid.

He stared at it. And stared. It was cold enough to snow, and you were sweating.

“I know it’s not… not blueberry-flavored. They don’t really do that anymore, use real ingredients for this kind of junk. But it is blue, and it’s an Icee, so I figured…” Your voice trailed off. Bucky continued to stare.

And then his eyes started to water.

“Oh, no,” you whispered, horrified. “I’m sorry, Bucky, I didn’t mean to—“

Bucky pulled you into a tight embrace. Right there, in the gas station, for all to see.

“I’m the one who’s sorry.” One arm across the back of your shoulders and the other around your waist, he squeezed you, holding you tightly to his chest. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t understand why it happened. How you got stuck in the demon realm place with me. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t… I didn’t know… I should have known, but I didn’t, and I’m so sorry.”

“Bucky…” You melted into his hold, kept warm from the biting temperatures. But it didn’t protect you from your guilt of hiding the truth. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault what had happened. You were responsible, even if it had been an accident, but you were too afraid to tell him what the Ancient One had said. You had no idea how he would react, and you wanted to get back to the city before dropping that bomb on him.

“Please don’t apologize,” you said, muffled by his jacket. “I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad on my end. Like I told you, it was kind of like a dream. It’s already faded a little.”

Which was true. Somewhat. There were a few moments that would stick with you for the rest of your life, like the mummified corpse with the sigil on its shoulder. You had no doubt it was a human enslaved to a demon, but what you didn’t know was how they had ended up on that world. It would be the subject of more nightmares, that was for sure.

Not to mention the whole watching Bucky die in front of you thing, but if you thought about that for even a moment you’d probably have a nervous breakdown. The only thing that kept it at bay was the constant reminder that Bucky was alive and well.

All in all, you were coping fairly well, and if anything, you were more worried about Bucky. He’d actually been there physically while you’d only experienced the time-loop through him.

Or… that was your guess, anyway. Who knew how these things worked? Hopefully, the wizards.

“I’m still sorry you had to go through all of that,” he said, warm breath tickling your hair. “If I’d known that was going to happen, I never would have tried to show you those memories.”

You couldn’t reach your arms around him, protectively holding your Icee so he wouldn’t crush it, so you leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“We’re both here and we’re both okay,” you said, “so that’s what I’m going to focus on.”

Bucky had an odd expression. It was part wistful, sad, and something else. You couldn’t figure out what it was before he gave a defeated smile.

“All right, all right.”

“I’m serious, Barnes.” You prodded his chest playfully. “You’ve seen my family. One demon isn’t going to intimidate me. We’ll figure out what happened with the memories, but you are not allowed to blame yourself. I forbid it.”

The strange, sad look vanished, and Bucky released you with one arm, the other kept around your waist. Your skin tingled at the casual touch. Would you ever get used to this?

Bucky stared down at the slushy in suspicion, then he took a cautious sip of the straw and grimaced.

“Jesus. What’s it with people these days and sugar? You tryin’ to give kids diabetes?”

“Oh, my God,” you groaned, and grabbed your snacks. Bucky wasn’t going to get any if he was going to complain about your junk food choices.

“What? It’s a serious question,” he continued as you both got into the car. “It won’t do anything to me, but what about your poor liver?”

“I’m pretty sure my liver is glowing with vitality after all the demon sex I’ve had.”

It took a beat for him to respond. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“That.” He turned his head very slowly, and peered at you. “Is not how it works.”

You grinned and slouched back in your seat, sticking your straw in your mouth and slurping as obnoxiously as possible. Bucky shook his head before putting the car into gear, the softness of his smile fading too quickly, and the faint sadness you didn’t like returned.

Next Chapter

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(100) Million Dollar Lawsuit

Intro | part1 | part2 | part3 | part4

We are on the last chapter (for now) and this the most chaotic one. Mainly because it doesn’t follow any kind of chronological order (or logical sense), it’s just Russ going in circles for literal years.

But I’ll try my best to condense it for you, so all you need to do is to keep your seat belt fastened until the aircraft stops completely.

Right after the failed Ari lawsuit, Russ goes back to his one and only love: Taylor Swift 💫 And he has learned a lesson — not a good lesson, mind you, but a lesson: small claims courts won’t take him anywhere. If he really wants to punish women for not complimenting his suit, he will have to file a multi-million dollar federal lawsuit.

But, since denying sex from The Russell isn’t illegal (yet), he had to come at it from a different angle. I’m going to give Russ a chance to explain himself first.

Before you ask: yes, the following was Russell’s response to a woman thanking Taylor for visiting an 8 year-old girl who was very badly burned in an accident.

As I’ve always said, it’s okay if you aren’t fluent in Bullshit. That’s what I’m here for.

You see, Russell views human interactions as a series of transactions: I make a tweet worth liking, you go on a date with me; I take you to Olive Garden, you give me a handie for free; I put on a suit, you hug me and smile; I write you a song and sue you, you produce said song. Whenever women don’t fulfil their side of the deal, he becomes enraged.

But the reason he has such a strong hate-boner for Tay, is because she seemed to also follow his same ‘moral code’. A kid makes a cute video, she visits them at the hospital. A fan writes her a letter inviting her to their wedding, she goes to the wedding. A couple of kids fold 1989 paper cranes for Andrea, Taylor invites them to one of her concerts.

Russ thought “this is a done deal”. He didn’t write that song for Taylor because he particular liked her; he just thought she’d be the most likely artist to produce it — or at least acknowledge his existence.

I mentioned before that Russ wrote a whole-ass book about this. And I think it’s as good a time as any to talk about it. For a short amount of time, Russell chilled out about the ✨100 million dollar lawsuit ✨ but my guess is that he thought his book would get him the same results as a lawsuit? To be fair, the book is fantastic. 5/5, would recommend. 

He details the harassment he went through after suing Taylor Swift (the first time). Apparently old ladies at coffee shops would scream at him because he dared to sue Our Queen. A Mexican even pointed a gun at him (it wasn’t me, guys! Just a fellow countryman ❤️) and ordered Russ to drop the lawsuit. Computers at his job caught on literal fire because he was sent very powerful viruses. His friend Ken — who definitely exists! — was hit with a Molotov cocktail. Yep. 2016 was definitely the year people were willing to murder for Taylor Swift.

There’s also this brilliant dream sequence that involves an owl with the voice of Morgan Freeman, and Taylor’s agents guarding a tower in which she’s being held captive. 

ALSO ALSO: an entire chapter is called “SHE CHOSE HIM OVER ME”. Taylor Swift chose Joe Alwyn — a man she actually knows — over a man she’s not even aware exists. Women, amiright?

I think Russell would enjoy the Kaylor community to a certain extent. Not the lesbian part, obviously: he doesn’t trust women who don’t want to touch his peen. I just mean the baseless hatred of Joe. Look, I made a little collage of his rants ❤️ tell me if any of this sounds familiar!

You know — I’ve been joking around a lot about Russell just wanting to do the nasty with Taylor. But you know me, I like joking around. In reality Russ only wants what is fair. He wants to put a stop to all these senseless acts of kindness perpetrated by Taylor ‘The Generous’ Swift.

This isn’t about him at all, actually. Shame on you for thinking there’s an ounce of greed in that selfless little body of his. HE’S DOING THIS TO PROTECT THE KIDS WITH CANCER!

There are no ulterior motives here! This isn’t about a date!

THIS IS NOT ABOUT A DATE AT ALL GUYS STOP SAYING THAT.

I think this is my favourite post of his, because– grammatically speaking –he doesn’t specify which of them is wearing the red dress. And that sends me every goddamn time.

Anyway. The book, as magnificent as it was, got him absolutely nowhere. I know, I can’t believe it either. So he went back to focus on his lawsuit. But apparently not enough, because he didn’t serve her properly..? Now, don’t expect me to understand this, because I am very stupid (so it’s quite a good thing that I haven’t sued anybody for millions of dollars) but something about him sending the lawsuit to her old legal team..? And then trying to force UPS to serve her? I think he even said he was going to serve her in the middle of one of her concerts... but I’m guessing that didn’t go as planned 🤷‍♀️ oops.

Of course, Russie wouldn’t allow such an anticlimactic ending. Can you guess what he did? Please tell me that you can guess what he did. HE MADE ANOTHER SONG 😭❤️

This one is called ‘I Don’t Get You, Taylor Swift’. Another masterpiece that we definitely didn’t deserve 🙌

This was around April, 2019. By then I was being lured away by Kaylors, so I broke it off with Russ. I know that he filed a 3rd lawsuit against Taylor last year, which is just like the second one but hopefully this time he’ll be able to serve. And listen— I know that sounds like an awful thing to wish on Taylor, but I’d rather have Russell occupied suing a rich woman (who isn’t even going to deal with him), than a poor sex worker in Nevada. I bet TayTay would prefer that too.

Well guys, I’ve mentioned this a few times already, but I really had to be selective with the amount of information I was going to throw at you. I’ve avoided some of the shittier stuff he said or did, because I wanted to keep these posts as lighthearted as possible. I also didn’t touch on many things because they would just derail us. Like for example: one of the few lawsuits he has filed against someone who isn’t a woman, was against the state of Utah. I know, right? He’s trying to singlehandedly legalise prostitution in Utah, and even wrote a book (more like a pamphlet) brilliantly titled ‘Why I'm Making It Legal for Your 18 Year Old Daughter to Get In Bed with a Complete Stranger for Only 500 Bucks: A Short Essay from a Pro Se Litigant who is Challenging the Utah Brothel Bans’.

I copy-pasted that title guys, I swear to god.

The book is very graphic. This one I certainly do not recommend as I still suffer nightmares because of it.

Soren is a character who also had to be cut out — which is a shame because he really tried to be a good christian and help Russell. Not as in “I support you, Russell” but as in “why don’t you take a nap, Russell”. Turns out, even cinnamon rolls have a limit. Russ, of course, blames Taylor Swift for the fact that he’s losing his friends. I’m not joking — it’s an article in his lawsuit:

Greer has lost family relationships, friend connections and business connections because of the trauma of Taylor Swift. His family tells him to "get over it," resulting in shouting matches and strained relationships. Greer's friends get annoyed by his focusing on the trauma of it, when nobody knows the pain of getting rejected by a public figure — twice — and the fallout that has resulted from it.

Russell embodies that comic/meme of the little guy who puts a stick in his bicycle’s wheels and then blames Taylor Swift when he inevitably falls.

Sooooo...

Maybe someday I’ll write a post about Russ’ latest antics. I know he still posts stupid stuff on Facebook, which he later deletes. He shined especially bright at the peak of the BLM movement. He also plead guilty to electronic communications harassment�� did you see that conviction coming? Yes, yes you did 😌

Regarding Taylor, I read that Russ knew someone who knew Todrick Hall — and Russ sent him a song and video for Taylor. All he got back was a Cease and Desist letter. But I’d have to do a bit of digging to get the details. I was already so overwhelmed with organising the information I was previously aware of, that I decided to leave the newer stuff for another time. You know, once I’ve had some time to inform myself... as well as a really long shower.

Since I left so much shit out, I’ll be taking questions if you have any. And if you can muster the courage to ask them. I’m weirdly proud of being some kind of Russell encyclopaedia. I might not have much going for me...

There’s no ‘but’ — that was the complete statement.

Before I go, I wanted to add this screenshot. I absolutely love it because it summarises ✨The Russell Experience✨. Russ wants Taylor to know pain, poverty and punishment. But when asked “why?” his answer is just “oh, I was ignored lol”

*none of the screenshots are mine

[eloarei]

Sleeping Beauty vs. Spindle’s End

Lately my husband and I have been watching through all the classic Disney animated movies in chronological order. We were also recently re/reading my favorite book, “Spindle’s End” and finally finished it the other day. Conveniently, the next Disney movie in line was Sleeping Beauty, so of course we watched it.  Spindle’s End is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty, but it differs drastically from any version I’m familiar with, while still keeping the basic premise: The baby princess is cursed by an evil witch/fairy and goes to be raised by several kindly fairies in a cottage. Also there’s a prince involved, and some horses and other animals.  But for all her fairy godmothers’ gifts (lips like roses, golden curling hair, eyelashes that go on for days), Rosie is not beautiful, not graceful, not ladylike, and does not want to be a princess. She does want to be the local blacksmith’s apprentice, and chat with all the village animals. Do not come near her with embroidery.  (And I’ll put the rest under the cut, for length and, hmm, slight spoilers?) Under the cut: comparisons between the 1959 Disney Sleeping Beauty, and the 2000 Robin McKinley book Spindle’s End. (1k words)  tl;dr:  The book has a lot more detail, including Rosie’s childhood, and Rosie actually gets to be a character with her own thoughts and decisions, instead of having one musical scene and then taking a nap. 

1. The biggest difference? Length. The Disney movie is a petite 1 hour and 12 minutes long; less if you remove the credits, while the book is over 400 pages. A lot of this is due to Robin McKinley’s detailed writing style (boy, you should read her Beauty and the Beast retelling if you like descriptions of roses), and partly due to the fact that she covers something that the movie conveniently skips: Rosie’s entire childhood. Much of the charm of the story comes from seeing Rosie go through various adolescent phases and mishaps, like cutting her own hair when she’s a toddler, moving to a new house when she’s a teenager, and experiencing all the turmoil of growing up. Meanwhile, Disney’s Rose/Aurora is just immediately a very adult-looking 16 years old.  2. A small difference: Disney’s princess is cursed to prick her finger upon the spindle at 16, while Rosie gets to at least become an adult first, and wait until 21. A bit more reasonable, I think.  3. Another small but important difference: in the Disney version, the king declares all spinning wheels must be destroyed. Honestly, how did they make cloth for 16 years??? In the book, only the spindle ends must be snapped off (and are then replaced by fancy smooth carved ones, which is a plot point).  4. Both similar and different are the fairies. In the movie, they’re... well, fairies. Magical beings with wings, immortal and probably very rare. In the book, they’re basically just witches. They’re born with magical powers, and they’re not very rare. The whole country runs on fairies and their control of the wild magic that entwines with everyday life. And they certainly aren’t all-powerful.  5. In the movie, Rose lives with 3 fairies, who are all kindly older ladies (and apparently rather bumbling without their magic). In the book, Rosie lives with 2 fairies: old “Aunt”, and “cousin” Katriona. They raise her as family, and everyone in town is sure she’s going to end up being a fairy too-- mostly because Rosie can somehow talk to animals (which was a fairy godmother gift, but only Aunt and Kat know that).  6. While in the movie, the fairies caution Rose not to talk to anyone, in the book she’s raised near a lively village, and chatters energetically at everyone, even making friends with the stoic blacksmith. Aunt and Kat want to keep her hidden, after all, and what’s the best way to hide? To be perfectly normal. Keeping her locked up would be kind of a red flag.  7. In the book, Rosie does eventually meet a prince that she’s unknowingly engaged to, though only one person in the town actually knows the whole truth (and it’s neither the prince, nor Rosie). And the prince does fall in love instantly with a charming peasant girl, who falls right back in love with him.  8. A major element in the book is the grand house Woodwold, which was built 1000 years ago by a seer who knew it would be instrumental in saving the country (although, again, only one person knows this). Woodwold is ancient and has its own deep magic and strong bonds with its people and the princess. There’s nothing like it in the movie. In the book, Woodwold is responsible for the walls of thorns (they’re rose bushes). Instead of being cast by the evil witch, the house cast them to protect its people from the witch. It’s a good house. I’d live there.  9. A fun similarity I noticed when I watched the movie was the final confrontation essentially being solved by a magical thrown weapon. In the movie, it’s the prince’s sword, which he throws into the dragon’s heart. Which was awesome, by the way. But in the book, it’s a little more complicated. It ends up being a magic spear, and it only enables a different character to take down the witch-- which is also pretty cool.  10. Speaking of the final confrontation? Spoilers, but Rosie basically decides to choke the witch the death. Man, I love that girl. Which points to essentially the biggest difference between the book and movie: Rosie actually gets to do things. Rose/Aurora in the film is barely a character, for all that the movie is about her. She has one important scene: the “once upon a dream” sequence. Other than that, it’s mostly the fairies and the prince. In the book, about the first 1/3 of the story does follow the fairies (because Rosie is a baby), but most of the rest of the story is from Rosie’s perspective, except for occasional switches back to Kat, or to the love interest, when it’s relevant. Rosie is still being strung along with this curse and all the princess nonsense, but she has infinitely more agency. (And also, like, opinions and feelings. Yes, she has a lot of those.)  Anyway, mostly without spoilers (and not a single named mention of Narl or Peony somehow), that’s a few of my thoughts on the movie vs. book. Obviously it’s not even a relevant comparison, given the great time difference between their writings and the different authors, but I think it’s fun to see where some of the books specific inspiration might have come from.  Oh, one more thought.  11. “Once upon a dream”. I actually love how this manifests in the book, because it happens in several ways. First is the way the fairy Katriona uses dreams to tell the queen that her daughter is alright. Second, is the “dream” of the seers who established Woodwold. And then the lyric, “and I know it’s true, that visions are seldom what they seem”, about seers’ notorious unreliability.  (Oh, oops, I’m having fanfic thoughts.)  Aaand, just one more:  12. The princess is woken by true love’s first kiss! When I was reading the book, I never thought of this! It literally happens TWICE in the book and I never thought of it as “true love’s first kiss”, because neither time is framed as normal romantic kisses. One is like... CPR, and the other is like... magical energy-transfer nonsense. (Well, maybe they’re both magical energy transfer nonsense, but the first one is definitely framed as CPR.) And what I love about this is that they’re different kinds of love, but they’re both undeniably true love.  I dunno. Just makes me happy. =] 

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picnic blanket

the most beautiful moment in life | drabble/oneshot #1

genre: fluff, family

member(s): ot7

a/n: as some of you may know, the daddy aus series that i have are actually not called ‘daddy diaries’ but instead called ‘the most beautiful moment in life’ 

i always thought of making little drabbles or oneshots for this alternate universe once the series was over but since it’s father’s day, i decided to make this now as a special little gift 

so please enjoy this, and although ‘y/n’ is not written in any of this (since everyone seem to like the couples anyways and because it’s with all the boys, i figured it would be okay) you can also just replace their names with yours 😂

and lastly, none of this would make any sense to you if you haven’t read the series! here’s the link to the master list: the most beautiful moment in life

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It was a partly cloudy afternoon, the group was at a huge park having a nice family picnic. Even though everyone was kind of just doing their own thing, it was a nice day for everyone to make sweet memories with their kids. 

Namjoon was walking around with Moonji, picking flowers. Byul stayed back at the picnic blanket reading a book. Jin was taking Soojin butterfly hunting, while Mae and her two boys, Minseok and Haneul, played with a couple of water guns. Yoongi was taking a nap at the picnic blanket while Hana ran around chasing Yeontan. Sohyun was stuck sitting at the picnic blanket with Yoongi on her lap, petting his hair. Hobi was making a sandwich for Huimang while Sarang had Huimang between her legs, braiding her hair. Jimin was also at the picnic blanket, sitting down with Yuna resting on his lap, while Mingyu laid on her chest. Taehyung was raiding the picnic basket that Jin packed up, looking for strawberries. Lastly, Jungkook was sitting on the grass, making flower chains with Sian and Rina. 

“Min Hana!” Yoongi yells from the picnic blanket. He had his arms under his head, shades on, lying comfortably on Sohyun’s lap. Sohyun scoffs, slapping his stomach.

“Min Yoongi! I said to go get her!” Sohyun says, pointing to the little girl, running farther into the field. Yoongi groans, sitting up and taking his shades off.

“Taehyung, can you get her?” He asks. Taehyung turns to him and laughs.

“I believe I heard Sohyun ask you not me hyung.” Yoongi whines in response, standing up and dragging his legs towards where his daughter was.

“Min Hana!” He yells again. Hana turns around to her dad’s voice, smiling instantly as she runs a little further.

“Where is she even going to?” Jungkook asks, watching Yoongi finally run after her. 

“Daddy let’s go with them,” Sian says, getting up on his little feet, reaching down to pull Jungkook up. 

“Daddy doesn’t want to,” Jungkook says, pouting at his son. 

“Whyyy~” Sian whines, tugging on his dad’s arm. 

“We’re not done making our matching flower bracelet. Ask mommy,” Jungkook says, pointing at Rina. Rina looks up from the flowers she’s holding and frowns.

“What. Umm.. Taehyung,” she calls, making Taehyung turn around for the second time. “Hana’s chasing your dog out there, you should go.” Taehyung frowns, looking up towards Hana and Yoongi.

“You mean mY SON IS OUT THERE?!” Taehyung yells, immediately getting up and running off to wherever Yoongi and Hana was.

“Wait!” Sian says, dropping his flowers on Jungkook’s shoulder and running after his Uncle Taetae. “Don’t leave me!” 

“Ugh, I can’t wait until Gyu is big enough to run around with us like that,” Yuna says, watching Sian run off to catch up with Taehyung.

“I can,” Jimin replies, looking down at his son, who’s peacefully sleeping on Yuna’s chest. 

“I’m sure you’d be the one who’s going to be so excited when he takes his first step,” Yuna says, looking up at Jimin. 

“You’re right, I can’t wait to walk around with him,” he says, leaning down to peck Yuna on the lips, pulling away, moving to the side to kiss Mingyu’s little head. 

“Aww, remember when we were like that?” Rina says, looking over at the new parents. Jungkook nods.

“Yeah, but now you’re mean to me,” Jungkook frowns, throwing Sian’s flowers at her face. 

“Awww~~~ My baby,” Rina coos, leaning over to give Jungkook a kiss. When she pulls away, Jungkook scrunches his nose, pushing her away slightly.

“Ew...” He laughs. 

“O-ow!” Huimang screams. “Mommy you’re pulling my hair a bit too tight I think.” Sarang ends Huimang’s braid with a small hair tie. 

“Is it?” Sarang says, looking down at her. “It’s good tight, so it doesn’t get all over your face.” 

“Here you go princess,” Hoseok says, handing Huimang his special sandwich. “Do you want some strawberries too?” He says, giving her a small bowl of nice, red strawberries. 

“Wasn’t Taehyung looking for those?” Sarang asks. 

“Yeah, I took them before he could eat all of it.”

“Daddy,” Huimang whispers to Hoseok. He kneels down so Huimang could whisper whatever she needed to say in his ear. “Can you take out mommy’s braid on me. It kinda hurts,” she says, making Hoseok laugh. 

“Of course. Come sit,” Hoseok says, gesturing to the space in front of him. He began to take out the small hair tie Sarang put on her, and began to disassemble her braid. 

“Hey, what are you doing,” Sarang pouts. “I worked hard on that braid..”

“It was too tight mommy,” Huimang said, her head moving around as Hoseok attempted to put her hair in a high ponytail. 

“Hoseok,” Byul says, putting her book down. “Can you pass me some of those strawberries?” Hoseok nods, handing her the bowl. 

“Thank you.”

“How’s that book going?” Yuna asks, sitting up, holding Mingyu steady on her chest.

Byul sighs before answering, closing her book and placing it on her lap.

“Honestly… it’s such a slow start and I’m not in the mood to read it anymore. I wonder where Moonji and Namjoon are now,” she says, popping a strawberry in her mouth.

“I’m sure they’ll come soon, her little legs could only walk so much,” Jungkook replies, getting up and stretching his legs. He groans as he stretches his whole body, reaching down to grab Rina’s hands, pulling her up.

“Where the heck is my son though,” Jungkook says, putting a hand over his eyes to block the sun, looking at the direction to where Sian and Taehyung ran off. 

“They’ll be back soon, just like Moonji, Yoongi hyung’s legs can only walk so much,” Jimin comments. 

“Should we-- aHH!” Jungkook yells. “What the--” Jungkook turns around to see a giggly Minseok holding a water gun. 

“Oops! Sorry Uncle Kookie, that was our fault,” Mae says, helping Haneul with his little water gun. 

“Haneul did you just spray me?” Jungkook says, making Haneul laugh. Jungkook runs towards him in an attempt to attack him with some kisses, making Haneul squeal, spraying him a bit more. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m soaked,” Jungkook laughs, pulling Haneul in when the little guy notices that he’s run out of water. Jungkook kisses Haneul’s cheek and neck, making him giggle. “Aigoo, you’re so chunky I love it.”

“Uncle Kookie!” Minseok yells, causing Jungkook to turn around.

“Wha-- oH!” He yells as Minseok soaks his face.

“Ohhhhh,” Jungkook says into a laugh, “that’s it, I’m going to get you!” He yells, grabbing Minseok’s water gun from his hand and chasing him with it.

“Hey!” Minseok yells, screaming as Jungkook starts to spray him as well. “Mommy help!” 

“Sorry buddy, you did this to yourself,” Mae says, laughing and picking up Haneul. “Let’s get you a towel buddy. Your hyung got you soaked.”

“Hey where’s Jin and Soojin?” Rina asks Mae. She replies with a shrug.

“They left to go butterfly hunting. I don’t even know how that’s going to work out when Jin yells whenever a bug gets near him,” Mae says as she wraps Haneul up in a little blanket. 

“Unnie!”

Everyone at the picnic table looks up when they hear the small voice and instantly smiles when they see who it was.

“Unnie!” Moonji yells again, running with her little legs to the picnic blanket. Namjoon walked behind her, smiling at his little girl as she ran to his girlfriend with several little flowers in her small hands. 

“Unnie,” Moonji says once again as she gets to the blanket, tripping and falling onto Byul’s lap.

“Ooh, are you okay sweetie?” She asks, helping the little girl up onto her feet.

“I got you this,” she smiles, holding up the flowers to Byul’s face. She gasps, taking them from Moonji’s hand.

“You got this for me?” Byul says.

“She was so excited and thought of you as soon as she found them,” Namjoon says, walking over to sit next to Byul, putting his hand on her shoulder and pulling her towards him so he can kiss her forehead.

“How sweet, thank you Moonji,” Byul says, “Come sit on my lap. Do you want to help me press them in my book? This way I can keep it forever.”

“Yes!”

“Okay, come here then.”

“MOMMY!” They hear another little voice and they all look up to another little girl running towards the picnic blanket. 

“Oh baby you’re back!” Mae says, reaching out for her daughter to come to her.

“Mommy, we didn’t get any butterflies,” she says sadly, dropping down next to her little brother.

“Why not?” Mae asks.

“Because daddy scared them away!” She says angrily, pointing at Seokjin when he came up. Jin’s jaw drops.

“Me? What do you mean I scared them away?? They scared me!” Jin argues. 

“One landed on daddy’s nose and he screamed and slapped it off and it flew away,” Soojin says.

“It’s okay, at least you found one right?” Mae says, reassuring her daughter. She nods, looking up at her dad and scrunching her brows. 

“Hey don’t look at me like that, you clearly haven’t seen the wormy episode from spongebob,” Jin says, pointing at Soojin.

“You won’t let me watch Spongebob daddy.”

“We’re back!” Everybody looked up for the third time, watching as the last little girl came running up to the picnic blanket. Sian walked right beside Hana. 

“Where’s your dad and Uncle Taetae?” Rina asks. Sian turns around pointing.

“Daddy’s walking really slow but he’s coming,” Hana says, running to Sohyung, instantly cuddling against her when she sat on her lap.

“What about uncle Tae?” Jimin asks, seeing Yoongi walking back but Taehyung nowhere in sight.

“He’s looking for Yeontan,” Sian answers. 

“Oh? Where did Yeontan go?” Sarang asks. Sian answers with a shrug. Hoseok had a worried look on his face.

“I hope he’s okay, should I call him?”

“Mommy!” Rina turns around to the sound of her boyfriend’s voice. 

“What you big baby,” she says, watching Jungkook dragging his feet and soaked clothes towards her.

“I’m wet.” He says, Minseok giggles, throwing his water gun on the ground, that he stole back from Jungkook at one point, and he runs towards his dad as Jin holds a towel open for him to run into. 

“Well what do you want me to do, I don’t have a towel ready for you,” Rina says. 

“Jungkook, come here,” Jin says, gesturing for Jungkook to come over as he held another clean towel in his hand, opening it up for Jungkook to run into just as Minseok did. Jungkook laughs, running to Jin as he wraps the clean towel around him.

“Wah~ It’s like Minseok suddenly grew up,” Jin laughs. 

“Aww, I want to play with the water gun too,” Sian says, running to the abandoned ones on the floor and picking them up.

“They're empty,” Minseok says. Sian frowns. 

“I should’ve just stayed here earlier…” He mumbles.

~

“Tannie!” Taehyung calls, walking through the trees where he last saw Yeontan run to. 

“Kim Yeontan!” He yells even louder. Taehyung sighs, walking farther and farther when he heard a yip. Taehyung turns to the sound and follows it. 

He sees a tail, behind a tree, wagging fast, just as Yeontan's tail does when he’s happy. 

“Yeontan!” He calls again, the little dog turns around and immediately runs to Taehyung when he sees him.

“Where the heck have you been, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Taehyung says, picking up the pomeranian.

“Oh I’m sorry, is this your dog?” Taehyung looks up and sees a small boy and a woman who looks about the same age as him.

“Yeah, he ran off earlier and my niece was chasing him and he suddenly disappeared.”

“He saw me and ran straight to me! I think doggy likes me,” the little boy says, walking over to Taehyung and petting Yeontan’s head.

“He does,” Taehyung says. “He has a lot of cousins-- human, cousins-- that are around your age that he likes to play with. Maybe that’s why.”

“What’s his name?” The little boy asks.

“Yeontan, but we also call him Tannie,” Taehyung answers.

“Honey, tell the nice man thank you for letting you play with his dog and we have to go.” The woman says to his son. The little boy pouts, tippy toeing and leaning over to give Yeontan a kiss on the nose. Making Taehyung smile.

“Bye Tannie,” he whispers. “Thank you,” The boy says to Taehyung, bowing before running to his mom and grabbing her hand. The lady looks at Taehyung and bows her head as well before leaving. Taehyung bows back, turning around to walk back to the group. Yeontan begins to whine as he watches the little boy go.

“No no, we’re going back to the group, I’m sure they’re looking for us.” Yeontan began to cry as he looked over Taehyung’s shoulder.

“He’s just one of the many little boys you met, it’s okay.”

~

“Mommy I want some of that,” Huimang says, pointing to the kimbap. 

“Okay, get some sweetie.” 

“Shouldn’t Taehyung be back by now? I’m getting kind of worried,” Jimin says, feeling uneasy that his best friend has been gone for so long.

“I’m sure he’ll be back, with Yeontan too,” Hoseok says, grabbing some kimbap for Huimang. 

“Tannie!” Soojin yells as the little dog comes running to the picnic blanket, Taehyung not far behind him.

“You’re back!” Jimin says, running up to him and giving him a hug.

“Where did you find Yeontan?” Namjoon asks. 

“He was with some little boy and his mom,” Taehyung answers, sitting back down with everyone.

“Jin hyung, did you pack any strawberries? I’ve been looking for them before I left to get Yeontan and I could really have some right now.” As soon as he said that, Byul’s eyes widened, looking down at the nearly empty bowl that she had. It only contained about three small strawberries. She laughed sheepishly as she passed the small bowl to Taehyung.

“There’s about three left… sorry..”

“Mommy I’m done eating,” Minseok says, leaning over to grab Yeontan. Yeontan squeals as Minseok hugs him tight, wiggling out of his grasp and running off once again. Minseok laughs and gets up to chase Yeontan down. 

“Wait I wanna come!” Soojin yells, running after her older brother. Huimang gets up after her and soon, so does Hana and Moonji. Then lastly Sian caves in and runs off as well. Haneul instead looks up at his mom and cuddles into her chest as he begins to get sleepy. Meanwhile Mingyu was actually awake this time and playing on Uncle Joon’s tummy. 

“I’m not going after them anymore,” Yoongi says, leaning back down and closing his eyes. 

Taehyung sighs, “I should’ve brought his leash.”

“Hey kids, don’t go too far!” Mae yells. As if they knew they’d get in trouble if they were to drift farther like they did earlier, Yeontan makes a U-turn and runs back towards the picnic blanket, bringing his train of little kids right behind him. 

[fairiesherefairiesthere]

The five proposals Freed Justine rejected and the one he did accept.

Fraxusweek by @fuckyeahfraxus day 7, with the prompt being  :  Proposal/Wedding/Engagement

1. A girl who's confused, but has got the spirit.

It's a precarious situation and Laxus doesn't know how to solve it. They've got the bad guy of the day cornered, but instead of going along willingly, the man thought it a good idea to get civilians involved. Quickly, the perpetrator had seen that there was no way to get out of his situation, with Laxus, Bickslow and Evergreen trapping him against the side of a building. So he had wrangled a little girl out of her screaming mother's grip and now, he has his one hand wrapped around her throat while he waves a weapon around with the other one.

To her credit, the little girl isn't going down without a fight, kicking and screaming as the situation keeps escalating. If the man wasn't wearing a mask, Bickslow probably could've done something about it. Brainwashing the girl herself is out of the question, as she's more likely to injure than save herself. Opening fire upon the man is completely out of the question, so now they're all stuck.

Rest of the fic under the cut!

The answer comes in the form of their ever so dependable captain kicking down the door from the inside, effectively smashing it into the man who had unwittingly been shielding the little girl from stray doors suddenly opening. With a dull thud, the man falls to the floor, unconscious.

As Bickslow and Evergreen cheer their captain on for a job well done, Laxus catches the surprise in his eyes and the 'oops' he silently mouths before looking around. When Freed comes to the conclusion that his habit of tresspassing for fun has not gotten him into trouble for once, he smiles at his teammates while telling them of the importance of 'seeing all the options' amongst other things. Later, in private, he'll tell the little shit that he knows he's full of bull, but for now Laxus will let him gloat.

Starry-eyed, the now saved little girl tugs on Freed's jacket, narrowly avoiding getting clocked by his sword. "Mister, you saved me!" she says and Freed nods with more confidence than he should have, considering his heroic act was one of mere coincidence.

"That means you have to marry me", she says in a matter of fact voice that throws all of them off. "That's what my books say", she continues before throwing a hopeful glance at Freed.

Behind his back, Freed makes a tiny gesture with his hand and with a bit of magic, he hurls a rather concerningly large rock at Laxus. Swiftly, he moves between Laxus and the rock, fending it off with his rapier. "Well young lady", he says, turning to the girl. "Now I have saved this man as well and now I have to marry him too. I hope you don't mind sharing."

With all the huffy- and puffyness girls that age usually possess, she turns her head harrumphs. "No, I don't like sharing. I'm not settling for trash", she continues, giving Freed the stinkeye. "So our engagement is called off, goodbye my sweet prince", she dramatically sighs before joining her mom. She does wave them all goodbye though, so that's a nice bonus.

2. A girl who isn't confused and hasn't got the spirit.

The second time Freed gets proposed to, it isn't even done by the bride to be. No, the bride to be stands there somberly, as her father tries to offer Freed her hand. "Surely", the man says, "A handsome young man such as yourself wouldn't refuse a gorgeous young lady. She knows how to cook and keep quiet, what else do you want?"

There's a quick flash of anger in the daughter's eyes and anger radiates off Freed as well, although he's more apt at hiding it. It's only because Laxus knows him so well that he knows how the other man really feels.

"What else I want?" Freed asks, voice carefully leveled before throwing on the biggest of smiles. "Why, your son would be a good place to start. He's gorgeous as well and I bet he's a fast learner, we could make our dinner together before having a ménage à trois in our kitchen."

The words immediately hit home and before they know it, the four of them are hightailing it out of there, but not before Freed has pressed a vial with suspicious liquid into the girl's hand with a whisper of: "Please feel free to use this however you want."

3. The spirit.

As far as Laxus knows, the party gathered in front of him is reaching the peak of their little roleplay game. He has no idea what they're actually prattling about, but Freed looks happy playing whatever it is, so of course he's there too. Although he isn't participating and merely laying his head down on Freed's lap, as he's done the past few session, he can kind of tell what's going on based on observations and little comments Freed gives now and then.

Wendy is narrating the story and honestly, her youthful spirit adds a gentle touch to it. Levy, Lucy, Mira, Freed and for some reason, Gray and Loke are the nerds participating and rolling dice. Throughout the story, familial bonds have been formed and right now, they're on the cusp on something more than just familial.

Loke and Freed's characters have been flirting since pretty much the first session. Laxus really doesn't mind, because he trusts Freed and also because both men are making a competition out of it. It keeps Freed sharp, so to speak and he only becomes better at flirting with Laxus in return. It's ridiculous how smooth he is sometimes.

In-game, Loke has proposed to Freed and the whole group is hollering and shouting until Loke rolls the dice. Then they fall silent, so naturally, Laxus presumes something bad has happened. Calmly Wendy shoots the group a warm smile before saying: "Alberion (the name of Freed's character) panics, thinking he's gotten too close to the enemy. He shoots Guryon (Loke) and flees, back to the dark castle where he was born and raised!"

A series of whats and hows raises from the group while Freed and Wendy bump fists. Seeing the indignant expression on the rest of the players' faces, Wendy merely shrugs. "It was on his character background sheet", she explains and leaves the group to deal with the betrayal.

4. A man who's had too much spirit.

"Justine, marry me", Hibiki Lates sobs into Freed's shoulder as Laxus watches in amusement. His boyfriend is looking mildly annoyed at the overly intoxicated man, but there's a hint of fondness in the set of his lips.

"Now why would I do that?" he asks with a sigh and Hibiki immediately straightens his back before putting a USB-stick into Freed's hand.

"There's a powerpoint on there", he explains before starting to list his good qualities. "I'll start with the main reason why you should marry me: I'm really, really cute."

"That's what you're going with? Not our 1 week relationship when we were both fifteen?"

"No, because we broke up you dumbass", Hibiki says before headbutting Freed harder than probably intended. "You're not good at providing comfort, I'm gonna look for someone else", he mopes before stalking off. Before disappearing from view completely, he turns around to yell at Freed. "This is why our teenage romance didn't last!" Both of them end up snorting and laughing about it.

5. A man who's lost his spirit.

To say he's nervous is a serious understatement. Laxus has been planning this proposal for months now, has lost a significant amount of sleep over it and will probably cry if even the littlest of details goes wrong. He's stressed beyond belief.

For now, everything seems to be moving in the right direction. His reservation at the expensive seaside restaurant hasn't magically been cancelled and the clothes he'd set aside for today still fit nicely. Freed has also been going along with Laxus' plans without demanding to know what they're doing. Seemingly sensing Laxus nervousity, he simply follows wherever Laxus directs him to be.

The first thing that nearly goes wrong, is transportation and Laxus really has no idea how that even happened. He planned this whole thing while giving his own weaknesses no thought. As the carriage had pulled up, Freed had commented how nice it looked before giving Laxus a teasing smile, while telling him how good it was that that carriage wasn't for them, as Laxus would've puked all over it.

Immediatle, he blanches and Freed, bless his heart picks up on it. He waves the carriage off, which isn't a problem since Laxus already paid for it and then sets up some transportation runes. "Just imagine the place where we need to be and we'll be taken there", he instructs Laxus.

The seaside view is luckily just as gorgeous as in the pictures and Laxus feels the repeated crashing of the waves soothing his mind. Maybe it would go alright after all. The two of them settle in their chairs and look at the menu, commenting on some of the stranger recipes. Swiftly Laxus decides what he wants to eat and puts the menu down to ask Freed for his choice.

It's then that he catches Freed drumming his fingers on the table while biting his lip. He's also tapping his feet, so Laxus knows that he's essentially screwed. "Is there something wrong?" he asks, nervousity returning in full swing.

"Ah...It's just a little something that hasn't really been brought up." Catching Laxus' questioning gaze, Freed winces a little bit. "I'm allergic to seafood. Deathly allergic actually", he admits sheepishly and Laxus wants to dig a hole in the ground and take a nap in it. "Don't make that face", Freed gently chastises him. "This trip isn't wasted." With a grin, he browses through the menu until he's found what he's looking for. Triumphantly he turns the booklet around to show Laxus the dessert section. "You best believe I am testing out as much of these bad boys as I can. I don't believe they'll put fish in there."

After something that could be counted as some form of a meal, the two of them want to take a walk on the beach. They are however dressed to the nines and after a brief moment of consideration, they come to the conclusion that neither of them wants to clean all the sand out of these clothes, so they let a walk on the sand itself drift from their minds for today. Instead they walk on the pavement until the sun sets.

During their walk, Laxus thinks that now would be a good time to propose. The setting sun is the perfect background and he bets it'd look really romantic if he were to pop out the rings right about now. Right about then, is when he realises he left the rings at home. After vehemently checking each and every one of his pockets, it's clear that a proposal isn't going to happen. To highlight this fact, the wind starts picking up and Laxus knows a gathering storm when he sees one. Defeated, he sits down on the sidewalk.

With more pep than Laxus'll probably feel for the rest of the week, Freed plops down next to him and lays his head on Laxus' shoulder. "My dear, do you want to cry about it?" he asks and honestly, he wants to but they're in public. Crying in front of Freed is one thing, crying in front of a crowd is another thing. "It's good that it's going to rain then", he adds gently before taking his head of Laxus' shoulder and opening his arms. "Get over here sweetheart."

It's a bit embarrassing, sitting there in the now full-on storm and crying while his boyfriend cradles him in his arms. But it feels too good to pass on, so he doesn't let go until he feels somewhat placated.

"My dear Laxus", Freed says softly but still audible over the storm, "You could ask me to marry you in the back of a dumpster and I'd wholeheartedly say yes. But you worked hard on this, didn't you? I'll keep that effort in mind. So ask me another day, when your nerves have calmed down. I just want to tell you now, I love you and I always will."

6. Two spirits, a shared love.

This time around, there are no theatrics or outrageously expensive restaurants. It's a simple breakfast prepared by Laxus, one he knows Freed'll like. After sliding the last egg on a plate, he goes upstairs to try to coax Freed out of bed for the third time this morning. A few languid kisses follow and reluctantly Freed follows, sticking close to Laxus because he is so very warm and comfortable.

"It's time for food, don't use me as your human blanket", Laxus softly admonishes him and Freed grumbles in return. With droopy eyes, Freed starts nibbling on his toast and although Laxus is very used to the sight of his boyfriend in the morning, it still elicits a smile from him.

"Yesterday I spent the day with Bix and he learned me some magic tricks", Laxus says and produces a set of cards out of his pocket. "Wanna see some?"

Vaguely interested, Freed hums and nods. Dutifully he picks out a card when Laxus asks him to and when Laxus asks him if he picked out Freed's card, the man shakes his head drowsily. "That isn't even a card Laxus, that's a box...", he complains quietly, yawning a bit afterwards.

"There is an accompanying card though", Laxus grins as he shoves the little box and the card to Freed side of the table. Predictably, Freed picks up the card first, reading the message and silently forming the words with his mouth.

Immediately the sleepiness seems to evaporate from his system as he quickly opens the box as well, revealing the rune-ingraved ring. Before even answering, he throws his arms around Laxus, planting a big, fat smooch on his lips before peppering a thousand little ones all over his face. "I love you", he gushes before collecting his thoughts a little bit. "And of course I'll marry you." They exchange some more kisses until Freed pulls back with a huge grin. "I'm going to brag to everyone. The guild, the lady at the grocer's, they'll be hearing it for months."

With a gentle tug, Laxus witholds the man from running out of the door in his bathrobe. "If they're going to hear about it for months, then you've got time to finish your breakfast, silly", he says warmly and Freed shoots him a cheeky smile and a wink in return.

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter fourteen

A/N: sorry this took a long time to make. work has been kicking my ass recently and i’ve had like no time off. i finally get one after today so that’ll be nice. i’ll try to write more when i can. thank you to everyone that was so sweet when i came back, yall are seriously the best. as a treat, a special something finally happens in this chapter. alrighty, enjoy and lmk what you think !!

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taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops , @muted-mayham , @ughwhyislifesohard , @justtanerd , @ashyoungxblood ,  @cmburgos

trigger warning: cursing, angst, mentions of a massacre, surprise ending 👀

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“So, this is what you guys do when you have a day off? Lounge around and be lazy?” Tara huffed.

I glanced at all of us quickly. Sam and Kat were cuddled up on the end of the couch I was laying on. Jake was on the other, sprawled out, and Colby sat on top, his feet digging into the cushion where Jake laid his legs.

“What would you like us to do Tara?” Colby deadpanned.

“Well, I'm thirsty.” Tara turned to Jake, “Jakey, could you get me something from the fridge?”

“Get it yourself.” Jake mumbled, scrolling through his phone.

Tara barked. “Jake. Get me a blood bag and some vodka. I want to have a party.”

“You know if you're so thirsty, you could just drink from me.” Jake dared, getting up from the couch.

“No thanks. I'd rather drink from Sam than you. No offense, Kat.” Tara sassed, crossing her arms.

Kat shrugged. “None taken.”

“But Tara… that's not how it played out the last time.” Jake sang, smirking.

Tara punched Jake in the shoulder hard, all of us busting out laughing. Jake winced as he stumbled into the kitchen, digging in the fridge.

“Tara, you do realize it's only 3 in the afternoon. Ain't it a bit early to be drinking?” Colby stated.

“No. I'm just... pregaming.” Tara smiled innocently, sitting down where Jake had been.

Mike and Kevin busted through the door suddenly, slamming it shut and locking it hastily.

“Woah, where's the fire?” Sam broke in, sitting up with Kat in his arms.

“Go lock up the windows, Mike. I don't want there to be any way in.” Kevin motioned. Mike nodded his head, rushing to the windows.

“What's the problem?” Jake questioned.

“We just got word from a very reliable source that an elder is coming to LA.” Kevin informed.

“Are you sure it's not just Tara?” Sam asked.

Mike shook his head. “No one knows about her being an elder, so it can't be her.”

“How do you know your sources are telling the truth?” Sam slid out of Kat’s hold, standing up.

“Apparently, he already flew in a couple days ago. Some of our boys down at the airport saw him.” Kevin replied.

“Who?” Jake requested.

Kevin’s voice darkened. “It’s Rinaldi.”

I could feel everyone’s body stiffen at the name. Not a single breath was taken.

Tara’s eyes bore at the floor. “Well, I've just lost my appetite.”

“Wait, who's Rinaldi?” I puzzled, looking around at everyone.

Colby answered. “He's one of the most powerful elders. He was like the second or third vampire ever turned.”

Jake agreed. “He's fucking terrifying, bro. I heard if his eyes land on yours, he could make your head explode, spontaneous combustion style.”

“I'm surprised you know those words, Jake.” Tara joked, her voice remaining monotone.

“Okay, so he's a big deal. But why would he come here?” I doubted.

“Who knows? All I know is that him being even remotely near us isn't good news. So, we gotta take extra precaution. So Jade-” Sam began.

I held my hand up, finishing his sentence. “’Stay here for a while’…I might as well keep a bag here.”

“Or you could start paying rent.” Mike retorted calmly.

Colby scowled. “Me and Sam don't even pay rent.”

I rolled my eyes at Mike, turning back to everyone. “I know this might be a dumb question, but besides the fact that he is super strong, why is everyone scared of him?”

Mike sneered. “Tara. Do you have something to tell the class?”

“Fuck you, Mike.” Tara hissed.

“What is it, Tara? Do you know something?” I uttered, my voice weakening from my nerves.

Tara exhaled, her eyes on me. “Rinaldi is one of the worst vampires I know. He's the reason why the vampire population is so small.”

I furrowed my brow.  “How does that make sense?”

“Back in 1872, he told a bunch of us elders that we should make a council, something to police the growing vampire population. He believed that a lot of vampires at the time were starting to get restless and wanted to come out to the public. The world was changing so fast, so they thought most people might be okay with vampires,” Tara chuckled sarcastically, her tongue clicking against her teeth. “I was against the council, mostly because I don't like running in groups and I hate authority. But also because that's not how most vampires felt. A lot wanted to stay hidden. But he made it very apparent that wasn't the case. So, the council was created. And by the summer of that year, the massacre happened.”

“A massacre?” I whispered, surprised.

“Rinaldi was working both sides. For some reason while creating the council, he was telling all the younger vampires that we elders were coming to attack them, take away their rights and kill them. He came at them as an elder against the council, when he was the whole reason it was a thing in the first place. The spirits are the ones who told me all of this, and I had warned that council that a war was gonna begin. They all laughed me off and told me I was lying. When the battle took place, so many vampires died, both elders and young. Our population went from over a thousand down all the way to a hundred. And of course, Rinaldi survived.” Tara fumed, her hands clenching harder with each word.

I gulped. “Holy shit.”

“After the massacre, every vampire that was left disappeared, moved away from each other. That way no one could attack them or know who they were. It wasn't until a hundred years later that the vampires that were still alive decided to start turning humans again.” Tara finished, relaxing her back against the couch.

Kevin nodded, crossing his arms. “I remember. It was a long time before I ever saw a vampire. I didn't even meet Mike until, what? 1982?”

My eyes widen. “Wait, Kevin, you were alive during the vampire massacre?”

“I fought in it. Or, was forced to. I was turned a year before the massacre.” Kevin recalled.

“And you two?” I glanced at Kat and Mike.

“Not until after. 1974.” Mike responded.

Kat chimed. “1983.”

Sam commented. “I'm dating a cougar.”

“Shut up.” Kat smacked his leg, a smile rising to his face.

“So that's why Rinaldi is terrifying. If he's here for some reason, it's not good. We have to be safe and stay as far away from him as we can.” Tara cautioned.

~ \/ \/ ~

After the lovely news of Rinaldi, I decided to take a nap before work, especially since now I was staying over the Trapp Haus longer than expected. When I finally woke up, I could hear the thumping of the club downstairs, but the rest of the apartment was silent. I slowly stumbled out of Sam's room, opening the door to the empty living space. The lights were dim, no one around.

“Hello? Anyone here?” I called out.

The continuous music from downstairs was the only response. I stared over at Colby's door, wondering if he was inside. I trudged over to his door, taking a deep breath.

“Colby?” I muttered.

Silence. I knocked three times, the door creaking open with the force of my hand.

I've never been inside his room before...

I flicked on the light, looking around at the unusual space. His room was a little messy, but nothing too crazy. His bed sheets and curtains were a dark black, his walls a deep shade of blue. A couple water bottles rested on his nightstand. His laptop sat haphazardly on his floor near his bed. His closet door was ajarred, clothes spilling out onto the floor.

“What are you doing in my room?”

I gasped, turning around to see Colby. His body was slightly tense, his eyes matching.

“Shit, sorry. I-I woke up and thought maybe you were in your room since no one was around.” I stuttered.

“I was downstairs helping Kevin get rid of an overly excited patron.” He revealed.

“Where's everyone else?” I queried, my arms crossing uncomfortably under his gaze.

“Sam and Jake are doing some research for a hunt. Kevin and Mike are downstairs, and Kat and Tara are out partying at Bloody.” He explained.

I bit my lip. “And you're here.”

“Someone has to protect you.” He remarked dryly, walking into the kitchen.

“Sorry.” I murmured.

“About what?” Colby glowered, leaning against the counter.

My eyes fell from his for a moment. “I mean, it's obvious that you don't want to be here... with me.”

Colby’s eyes softened as he fell silent, his hands holding the counter tight.

I turned to go back to Sam's room, only to be stopped by Colby's voice.

“That's not true. I like... having you around.” He interjected, “You have to know that.”

I exhaled, turning to face him again. I could feel my heart bang in my chest.

“You know, the other day there was this guy at my work, and he looked really sad. He and I got to talking and he asked me if I ever wanted something badly. Not something crazy hard to get, but something that's just out of my reach.” I stepped towards Colby, “And all I could think about was... you.”

Colby objected. “You shouldn't.”

“What? I shouldn't what?” I echoed.

“Think of me like that.” He shook his head.

“Why?” I demanded.

“Because I'm a monster. Do you know how easy it would be for me to lose control and kill you?” Colby threatened, closing the gap between us and getting in my face.

“You haven't done it before.” I argued.

Colby backed away at my words. “Yeah, but there's no guarantee that it won't happen. Plus, besides the fact that I crave your blood all the fucking time, I'm... a lost cause, Jade.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” I snapped, my hands resting on my hips.

“Whatever you think a relationship needs to have, you're not gonna get it from me. I'm damaged as hell. I trust little to no one. The kindness and love you deserve won't come from me. And you don't need something like that.” He scoffed.

“Then we take it slow, Colby. We don't have to fall headfirst into this. We can take our time. There is no time limit on this.” I ignored the aching memory in the back of my mind of Tara's reading.

“What makes you think I want to be with you anyway?” He jeered, his gaze pointing daggers at mine.

I growled. “Don't do that.”

“Do what?” Colby grunted.

“Try to be mean so you can push me away. I'm done walking on eggshells around you, Colby!” I exclaimed.

He groaned, racing to his room. “I-I can't do this right now.”

“I want you.”

He stopped abruptly, the muscles on his back tight.

“I want you, Colby. Even though you don't trust anyone, even though you could kill me. I still want you. I'm not gonna pretend I don't anymore.” I confessed.

He slowly spun around to look at me, his body rigid, eyes glaring.

“So, decide. Right now. Because I'm not gonna wait around forever.” I warned.

Colby bit his lips, staring at the ceiling. His hands twitched as he slid them across his face.

“I know you didn't lie that night we almost kissed. You're the one that said you wanted me close.” My voice fell to a whisper.

I could feel my face flush, my palms damp with moisture. I shuddered a breath as Colby looked into my eyes.

“You're right.”

He sighed deeply, shaking his head with a crooked smile.

“Fuck it.”

Colby raced up to me, smashing his lips onto mine as he thrusted me against his body. I immediately relaxed into him, my fingers finding their way into his hair to pull on his locks. I moaned against his lips as he picked me up easily, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands gripped my thighs, bringing me over to the couch and placing us down. I straddled his lap, deepening the kiss as my tongue glided into his mouth.

He ripped his lips away, slamming them back down onto my neck. He kissed the hollow of my throat, his teeth scraping the skin, causing me to whimper in pleasure.

Colby pulled away suddenly, his breath coming out ragged as his hands clenched my waist hard. My eyes landed on his face, and a small gasp left my mouth. His crimson eyes stared back at me, dark black veins pulsing from under his eyes, his fangs protruding from his gums.

He stammered. “I-I'm sorry, I-I need to-”

“It's okay, Colby.”

I gently raised my hand to his face, watching for any sign of disapproval. My middle finger lightly traced the veins under his eyes, feeling them throb under my touch. Colby closed his eyes tight, allowing me to keep touching. His breaths slowed down, the veins disappearing. When he opened his eyes with an inhale, his eyes had returned to their intoxicating blue.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly.

He nodded. “Yeah, I'm alright now.”

I leaned in and pecked his lips, breaking away only to see his reaction. He smiled lightly, his dimples surfacing sweetly.

My phone ringing broke me out of our trance. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and picked it up, noticing the time and who was calling.

I grumbled to Colby. “Shit, it's my boss.”

“Hey, sorry I'm-” I started.

Roger interrupted. “No need to come in now. One of our bathrooms overflowed and the whole place is flooded. It's gonna take a couple days to get fixed so, I'll see you next week at some point.”

“Oh, okay. See you then, Roger.” I hung up the phone, my eyes landing on Colby’s. “So, work’s cancelled for a while.”

“Well that's good.” He smirked.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Because then we can focus on more of this.”

Colby leaned in quickly, capturing my lips in a romantic kiss, instantly taking my breath away. I smiled against his lips, wrapping my arms around him again.

But even with my attention on Colby, my mind drifted back to Tara's words.

Please let her be wrong…

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